The Incredible Babysitter Chapter 8

Disclaimer: If you don't get the idea now that I own neither Harry Potter nor the Incredibles, then you probably never will.

It had been a month and Harry was fiercely battling with his instinct to start watching the Parrs, waiting for the blowup. He had to remind himself, this was not Hogwarts, they were not supporters of any kind of Dark Lord, and Bob probably used to be a superhero for heaven's sake! They did not need to be watched, no sir.

But Harry has come to realize that this instinct of his is incredibly well-developed and Harry had to learn to ignore his paranoia, because really, no one was out to get him, so it was considered paranoia. This was a safe, mostly quiet, neighborhood. There was no need to feed his paranoia or set the Parrs on edge.

Definitely no need to set the Parrs on edge. Bob is a retired Super, after all. No need to antagonize a man that looks like he can snap Harry like a twig. Especially if Bob thinks Harry is a threat.

A shiver worked down Harry's spine. Bob has already blown up a building, supposedly not on purpose. No need to make Bob think that Harry was a villain out for revenge or anything. Well, maybe the brother or son of a villain, out for revenge, considering Harry's age.

Nope, no need to follow his war and Dark Lord ingrained instincts here. Harry is just a Pre-Med student right now, not a sleuth of any kind. Not anymore. Just like Bob, he's retired. Forceful retirement for the two of them it may be, but they were retired, damn it! Both Bob and Harry deserved to relax without being driven to paranoia watching the other for one wrong twitch.

In the back of Harry's mind, a small voice that reminded him of himself when he was younger was giddily whispering that there was a real superhero living across the street from him. Someone who helped others because it was the right thing to do and because Bob had wanted to be that kind of person. And Harry's fairly sure that Bob had been one of the good ones. Bob seemed very attached to the idea of heroism considering how he praised Dash and encouraged him. Surely he wouldn't mind if Harry asked for an autograph.

Harry slapped down that thought immediately. Bob very much wouldn't appreciate the request because he's supposed to be in hiding and even if he would be happy to sign an autograph for a fan, Bob is also a father. A father of two Supers who many would say shouldn't exist. For that reason alone, Harry knows that Bob would respond to the request in a very negative way. As he should, considering who is depending on him.

Mournfully, Harry set aside the idea of asking Bob, a real superhero, for his autograph. Maybe one day, if they become closer or heroes become legal again, he can ask Bob for his autograph.

Harry could practically feel his younger self pouting over not getting a hero's autograph before the younger Harry slyly whispered back that they could always look for blond superheroes built for strength.

Harry twitched as the idea occurred to him. It wouldn't be putting the Parrs at risk or himself at risk of the Parrs or let others know that Harry has found a Super. He wouldn't be investigating the Parrs, he'd be learning more about heroes. It would feed in nicely to his research, maybe that way he'd find more mentions of Doctor Starbright that way. Less information to go through anyway.

See? Harry wasn't investigating the Parrs, he was just forwarding his education and trying to find out the whereabouts or contact information of Doctor Starbright. And the library is just the place to look.

With that, Harry quickly gathered his supplies with a grin and headed out the door, locking up and headed for his car. There was research to do!

Or at least there would have been if he hadn't looked across the street. Bob and Helen were outside, Helen holding a blanket and Bob holding a picnic basket while Violet and Dash were talking with their parents and they started to walk down the street towards the park.

Harry stared, looking at Violet who was in a better mood than normal, smiling and laughing as she talked with her father. At Dash, who was being hugged closer by his mother as he talked with a loving expression on her face. And Bob was looking so happy with his family, relaxed, like there was nothing to worry about.

Silently, Harry watched for a few seconds more before he turned around again and went back inside, setting his things down and pulling out his schoolwork.

This was how their lives worked. The Parrs and Harry were normal, nothing strange at all. Just normal people, living their normal lives, learning to be happy.

Harry put aside his idea on researching blond supermen and his "I'm Totally Not Trying To Figure Out Who Bob Used To Be," plan and went back to his new life.

He was Harry Potter of 443 Kent Rd, Pre-Med student and part-time Babysitter.

Bob was Bob Parr of 440 Kent Rd, Husband, Father and Insurance Salesman.

That's all there was to them.

Umm….. I'm alive? I'm glad that you guys all wanted more of my writings, I really am. I forget if I've mentioned it or not, but I suffer from depression. And when I go through a relapse, I never want to do anything. I do the minimum, work, eat, sleep, repeat. I have no motivation to write or even see other people so I can go radio silent sometimes. But seeing your guy's reviews always cheered me up, even when I didn't want to feel anything. So thank you for your reviews. I just recently (last week) watched the Incredibles 2, and it sparked some motivation to keep on with this series. So I hope to stick with this for a good while longer.