The Little Colonel

Disclaimer: One of two ideas I've had recently for a Harry Potter/MASH crossover.

"Albus, are you sure this is wise?" Questioned Minerva McGonagall to her long time friend, Albus Dumbledore, and fellow teacher as they approached a modest two story home in America.

"Of course I am. Besides, one can not ignore the last wishes of the dearly departed." He replied.

It was just impolite to do and Lily had also been insistent on the matter that young Harry was NOT to go anywhere near the Dursleys. Something Minerva easily backed up after a report of her's where that family was concerned. "I am quite aware of that, its just… Sherman Potter is a former member of the United States Military."

"James assured me that the man is one to trust, my friend." Soothed Albus.

The two came up to the front door of the modest home with a bundled baby in Albus' arms, making for Minerva to be the one to ring the doorbell. Seconds later saw Mildred Potter open the door. "Oh, hello there." Greeted the woman.

"Greetings, and apologies my dear for the late hour of our visit but it was most important that we come here." Greeted Albus in turn.

Mildred looked at the two and the baby in the man's arms. "Let me get my husband."

"Very well."

Gently closing the door, Mildred hurried off to get her husband and the two British Natives didn't have long to wait for Sherman Potter to appear at the door. "Yes? How can I help you?"

Albus took a deep breath and released it before speaking. "We are here regretfully to inform you that your Nephew, James, and his wife, Lily, were recently killed. As per their wishes, they requested that should anything happen to them, their son, Harry, was to be brought to you."

Sherman looked visibly shaken by the news. "Sweet Horse Hockey! I just, I just spoke with that boy not even a week ago!"

The two gave him a sad look. "Is the one responsible in a cell?"

"At this time, we are unsure how it happened but young Harry here was able to stop Lord Voldemort. Allowing many to now believe the man is dead."

"But you don't think he is?" Questioned Sherman after easily noticing the doubt in the other man's words.

The very idea however was greatly troubling to Minerva and she greatly hoped to Merlin himself that that vile man was truly gone! "That is correct. Perhaps I am being overly worried for nothing but it never hurts to be cautious."

"Yeah, that's true." Replied Potter with a sigh as he gently took his great Nephew from the other man.

"Thank you for bringing me the little one."

"Think nothing of it, my friend."

Minerva sniffled a little. "Take good care of the young lad." She requested.

Sherman saluted her with a smile. "You have my word."

The two nodded in thanks and made their leave and young Harry would grow up in a loving household with many Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins. Allowing him to have a variety of exposure by the time he was 11 thanks to the fact the Potters and a few others had started their own hospital for Soldiers (old and new) and a small town they chose to name MASH-4077.

Author's Notes: This idea would probably have Harry become a Hufflepuff instead but still become good friends with Ron and Hermione. The second idea would be along the same lines but instead of Dumbledore going straight to Col. Potter, he still tries to take Harry to the Dursleys but Sherman shows up to stop that.