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Summary: A house elves loyalty is to its master, but Harry Potter is not a house elf even if he was raised among them. Who will receive The Boy Who Lived's loyal? The Dumbledore's, Malfoy's, or so one much worse.

Pairing: Undecided (Either a 'no-pairing' or a 'slash' pairing. Review with your suggestions.)

Rating: 'M' (Depending on pairing possible 'NC-17')

Warnings:

-Possible future mature content

-Possible future violence

-Possible future Slash pairing (this includes sexual content)

- Possible foul language
- Possible slow updates (C'est la vie)

-General and unintentional butchering of the French language. (Sorry grade 11 French was the highest level I took before I couldn't stand the teacher anymore. Pity.)

-General and unintentional butchering of the English language. (Okay I don't have an excuse for this considering English is my first language. I just suck at spelling and grammar. Aren't you all lucky.)

My Kingdom for a… Prologue

It so happened that on the night that one Harry James Potter became an orphan another orphan of a different sort was aimlessly wandering about. Little did anyone know that when these two futures crossed the out come would shake the foundations of basic wizarding society.

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The night was cool and crisp, too cool for a midnight stroll with out an overcoat. Though it was to be expected for the end of All-Hallows-Eve season. The smell of engine exhaust was still clearing from the area as two lone figures disappeared into the night.

The streetlights of Privet Drive were regaining their original brightness now as the figures had left. The air was once again fresh in the scents of autumn as a gentle breeze rustled the remaining leafs on the trees. Over the light noise, the almost silent breathes of a sleeping baby had no hope of being heard. His small frame starting to succumb to slight shivers as the night reached it's coolest.

It was in the early hours of the morning that the quiet of the neighborhood was broken. There was a near silent 'pop' followed by a not so silent collision of metal garbage cans. The angry yowl of a cat was drowned out by the moaning and incoherent wailing of a higher pitch than normal voice. Even if one could get past the words that were total gibberish you would realize that the speaker was switching between languages. Though it seemed that French and English were the most predominant. The most noticeable thing about this voice was it was female and most defiantly drunk.

"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu… pourquoi? Why? Mon maître… Master! Nande? What does I be doing… Where! I have not cloth! Mon Dieu, mon Dieu… DEAD! Nooooo!" The voice broke off into more wailing and unrestrained sobs that grew in volume as the speaker most likely staggered down the street. The sound of a glass bottle being dragged across the stony ground could be heard now also.

The tired and shivery frame of the baby on the stoop of number 4 Privet Drive became animated as the child woke up. The cold causing the babe to tear up and begin to cry for warmth.

The child's wails seemed to cause the female voice to quiet. The ticking of the glass also became silent before starting up once again. The scuffling of bare feet on dew soaked grass was not enough of a distraction to cause the baby to stop crying, though the sudden appearance of a long nose, wrinkled skin and buggy eyes was.

The baby hiccupped; his red tear stained face almosted glowed in the night. The strange creature with floppy ears seemed to study the baby though it swayed slightly in it's inebriated state. The baby in return seemed to study the strange creature swaying above him. The creature had mud coloured skin. It's floppy ears seemed to defie gravity as they curved slightly up and into a point at the tips. Her giant buggy eye were the same muddy brown colour as her skin though perhaps a shade lighter, it was hard to tell in the darkness. What was easy to see was that they were puffy and tinked red from alcahol comsuption and long hours of tears. Many wrinkles cover her frail looking form though not all of them were from old age. She was quite advanced in years especially in comparasion the muggles of the world.

The baby gruggled a little and sucked on his thumb as the creatures high quality rags ruffled in the breeze. The garment looked to be an old pillowcase of sorts. It had at one time possibley been made of silk and linen, but now looked unsuitable for even a dog to lay on. None of this seemed to bother the skinny creature.

The babies curious eyes were drawn back up to the creatures faces as she stared to speak,

"Un bébé. What does doing you here? C'est froid, much too cold. Too, too froid… for bébé. What's being of you's naming? Me is being Metra." The small creature squinted at the small jumper the baby was wearing the golden letters H. J. P. were barely visible is the streetlamp's light. "HashJuPa? May being French name? Silent 'H'? JuPa… bah! No not liking… bad name. So petit… petit… small. Big eyes, grand les yeux." The small creature started suddenly. "Ah! I's be of naming you Soury, like little mouse 'souris'. Soury being of mine now." The small creature set the bottle down and, as carefully as the intoxicated creature could, picked up the baby. It swayed in a gentle rocking motion, but whether it was on purpose or because of the drink was not known.

Large green eyes followed every movement, but didn't cry. Growing tired they slowly closed as the warmth of the creature's frail body warmed him. Before long the child was fast asleep.

The creature's buggy mud coloured eyes stared at the child. She whispered quietly to the baby in a slurred voice,

"My's master is mort… dead. I's have served 70 years in the honurib…hournab… honorable house of Toussaint." Her words were filled with inebriated pride before tears started to well up again, "All gone, mort. I's have to go Ministry. I's be needing a new Master or Mitressissississ… They has Department of Elf Establishment." The creature, know identified as a Elf of some sort, informed the sleeping child in her arms, "They's finding me new honurib…hournab… honorable house. You's come with me, but being quiet…shhhhh. No one will take you aways of… from me."

With a near silent 'pop' the baby and elf were gone just as the sun broke over the horizon. Leaving the occupants of number 4 Privet Drive with a half empty bottle of butterbeer and a small knitted blanket with the initials H. J. P..

TBC

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A/n: Okay that was short, my warnings at the top made up almost half this chapter…er… prologue. If you haven't already noticed I seem to be rambling which is a neat talent considering I could just backspace all of this and you would have never known… yeah. Anyway nervous ramblings, because I am nervous. This is my first Harry Potter fic. I've only done Naruto before… Yeah I'm done talking…typing.

Please review.

Now I'm done typing…