Harry Potter whimpered softly as he stumbled to his feet. Desperately, he looked around the vast, empty desert, hoping for a sign that he was simply dreaming. None.

He had been running from his uncle during one of his beatings, heading into the basement before his blood fell on a strange symbol made of a spiderweb of cracks in the ground. there was a flash of light, he could remember flashes of a pair of giant doors, small hands, so much knowledge it hurt, and a being laughing about being freed. Now though he was in a desert as he saw a city in the distance. He knew going to the city was likely a bad idea...but he didn't want to die alone in the desert...

It took several hours of wandering, by the time he was so exhausted he was ready to collapse, already weak from bloodloss and lack of food. Inside the city he was saw some scaffolding laden with stone next to a damaged building suddenly groan before collapsing, the stone falling rapidly towards a group of people on the ground. Panicked, not wanting them to be hurt, he thrust out his hands, wishing with all his might that the rocks would stop and, to his shock, the rocks halted to a stop in midair, floating gently ten feet above the ground. Harry's eyes widened as he realized that he had done the freaky stuff again. The people in the square were staring at him in shock...

Stumbling backwards he was about to run when, to his shock, the people began getting on their knees and bowing in front of him, one by one. The little boy was confused and scared by the attention. Then, one man began to approach him.

"Thank you for gracing our city with your presence oh divine one," the man simpered, sounding like his Uncle did when talking to clients "what may we offer you in return oh Divine Child?" Harry was confused and scared by the attention he was receiving. He wasn't used to it, and didn't know how to deal with it...

Panicking, he spun around and ran from the village, the still wet blood from his back flinging away from him in his haste and landing in a water fountain. As he fled he heard people moving to surround the fountain, speaking about gifts and blessings.

When Harry could run no more, he ducked into a dark alleyway, where no one was likely to find him.

Exhausted beyond measure, he collapsed, falling into a fitful sleep, unaware that throughout Leore the people were in worship, celebrating the coming of 'The Divine Child'...all but one. A woman named Rose, who remembered all to well the dealings of 'Father Cornello' back before her friends Edward and Alphonse Elric had saved the country from the being known as 'Father'. But while not enamored...she was intrigued. Wondering what was true and what was false...and if this 'divine child' truly wanted to be worshiped as such. She shrugged, and decided she would come to her decision when she saw him for herself. ...Where was he, anyway?

One week later...

Harry was miserable. His wounds had healed, and he had been given free food to eat by the citizens...But he was so lonely. He had no roof over his head... The villagers had offered their homes to him...But they had been quite forceful in their attempts, causing him to distrust them. He shuddered as he remembered the last person, an old woman who had grabbed his arm and tried to drag him to her home, it was only his strange 'powers' that had saved him as they acted up again, causing him to vanish with a sharp crack and reappear at a different place in town. So far his powers had included levitating things, his teleportation, and even healing when he angered a furry black dog that seemed familiar for some reason.

He looked down at the ground of the alleyway he called home, and shivered. This village got so cold at night...He wished the villagers didn't scare him so much...What he wouldn't give for a nice, warm cupboard right now... Softly he began to cry, unaware that he was drawing the attention of one of the only people in the city who didn't know what he looked like, that didn't know about his powers...that didn't know him as 'the divine child'

Rose had been unable to sleep that night, so she was currently out on a late night walk, like she always did when she felt the need to clear her head. Then, she heard the sound of soft crying... Confused, she followed it until she found a small child in a cardboard box, sobbing softly. "Are you alright little one?" she asked as the boy's head shot up "Where are your parents?" Harry's eyes widened when the woman approached him. He whimpered and scooted back, only to knock his box over, causing him to fall on the cold, hard ground. Rushing forward, she gently sat the child up, "Are you alright little one?" she asked gently, handing him her canteen as she did so "Here, drink this. But where are your family? Is there somewhere you'd like me to take you?"

Harry blinked, then gratefully sipped the water she offered him. When he was finished, he looked at her. "I...I don't have a family." He replied. "The-The people keep trying to take me home with them, b-but...they scare me..."

Hearing those words, Rose frowned, wondering why people would be so forceful with the small child before she handed him some bread she had brought to eat on her walk if she got hungry, which he quickly began to devour. "Well you don't have to but you're more than welcome to come with me and stay for as long as you like." She offered. "You don't have to come, nor do you have to stay, but the offer is there." Harry looked up at her, stunned. The pretty woman was gently offering him a place to stay, rather than forcefully dragging him away? It was like a dream...

Deciding to trust the pretty woman he nodded hesitantly and softly spoke. "Y-Yes...I'd like that, ma'am..."

Rose smiled warmly and gently took the tiny little boy into her arms. "Then let's go, sweetie." She said gently. Cautiously optimistic he settled down into her arms, hoping and praying that his powers wouldn't show up again because he didn't know what would be worse, making the pretty lady fear him because of his powers...or have her treat him like everyone else had. Rose, for her part, found herself smiling as the little boy cuddled into her arms. He was really a cute child...It hurt her to see him alone on the streets, and wearing such ragged clothes... As she walked she began to hum a soft lullaby to him, gently rocking him back and forth until they reached her home where she walked upstairs, trying to decide where the little boy could sleep for the night. She heard the sound of soft snoring, and looked down to see the sleeping boy in her arms, his shoulders gently rising and falling as he breathed peacefully. Smiling softly she climbed into her own bed, cradling the little boy against to her as she drifted off to sleep.