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A young man with flaming red hair and green eyes stood was standing in a small ward, checking the charts for the little patient in there. He bent over and smoothed the boy's hair and sighed.
"He hasn't awoken yet. Has anyone come to look for him?"
The man jumped and flailed around. He smiled dryly when he saw a middle- aged colleague of his enter the room and look at the sleeping patient.
"No, he hasn't stirred, and as for the other, there haven't been any reports of a missing child, and we think he isn't an orphan. His clothes may be ill fitting, but they are nice brand clothes, pretty expensive. I should know, my wife drags me along whenever she can to look at children clothes."
"My wife went through that too. How is the little one anyway? What was his name again?"
"David, he's nearly two years old and is already wearing us both out with his escapades. I don't know where he gets his energy. The other day he tore down the curtains in the living room and broke all the little statues Annalise has been collecting since she was a child. But we just couldn't find it in our hearts to scold him, when he looks at us with his green eyes; he got them from me, but his blond hair from Annalise. He looks like a real angel, but really is a devil in disguise."
Both men laughed, but stopped very quickly and looked uncomfortably at the eerily still child lying in the large hospital bed in front of them.
"Poor kid, I wonder why his parents aren't worried about him. He doesn't look more then three or four at the most. Jill, the nurse who looks after him, thought that maybe he had been abused. He has bruises, not from the accident, and this odd scar on his forehead. I think that he just got into some fights; you see how his glasses are broken. And there is that, he needs stronger glasses then the ones he's wearing. Shame for such a little kid to be treated so badly." The first man said.
They were silent, and the second spoke up again.
"He could be older, there are some signs of malnutrition, but somehow I don't think so, he may be just small for his age. You know, I think he's not much taller then my David, but David was never little, not since he was born."
"We'll see when he wakes up. He got hit pretty hard; the driver said he just suddenly appeared out of thin air. Probably not looking at the road. People should be more careful when driving. Children all over the streets these days. If I ever would have had children I would have moved to the country."
"Yeah, having children is the best thing that ever happened to me, everyone should have children." He stopped abruptly and looked guiltily at the older man. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be impolite, you and your wife were never could have children." It was more of a statement than a question and the man nodded solemnly.
"We always meant to adopt, but we just couldn't bring us to it. It never did seem right. But I guess it's too late now. I have to get going, more patients to check up on. I'll see you around Abe."
"Yeah, time passes when you're having fun." Abe said sarcastically. "How was that woman in the next room? Marjory wasn't it. She's a terror I tell you. Insisted on having her dog in the ward with her, and her relatives are no better, a family of three, a little,"He made exclamation marks in the air with his hands, "boy, that child is about five, and he's dangerously large. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't make it past twenty before his heart fails him."
The other man nodded and together they made their way out of the small room, nearly crashing into a horse faced woman with a long neck, who was coming from the next room. She looked at them disdainfully before stalking off. The older man, after a momentary look at little boy with the unruly jet- black hair, felt a pang of remorse for the bereaved child and closed the door carefully behind him and walked hastily away.
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An hour later, at number four Privet Drive, a one Petunia Dursley was feeding her little whale of a son when her husband came home from work. She beamed and went to give him a hug and a kiss.
"I have decided to clear the cupboard in the weekend." Vernon Dursley announced
Petunia stopped dead and turned to face him.
"But, what of the freaks, they might come to look for him. What will we tell them?" she whispered
Vernon snorted.
"We'll tell them the truth, but leave out the fact that we didn't go and fetch him afterwards. The kid had an accident and disappeared. They can't expect us to turn our lives upside down to look for a boy that isn't even our own. And the law won't bring him back to us, I checked. He doesn't even exist in our world. No records of Harry Potter living with us, or connected to our name in any way." He smiled in glee and swept his wife off her feet in a joyful hug. She hugged him back, but rushed back to her son when she heard him wail, giving him a bowl of ice cream.
Petunia turned again to her husband after consoling her son and promising him some candy before he went to bed, and smiled.
"I've always wanted to turn that cupboard into a shoe closet. I'll go tomorrow and buy some lighting and wallpaper for it." She said and stroked her son's hair.
"Now we'll finally be a real family, with no freaks to endanger my sweet Duddydums."
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Albus Dumbledore was considered the greatest wizard of modern times. He probably was, tying with a Tom Riddle, but he preferred not to think too much about him. Albus was the headmaster of one of the greatest wizarding school in the world, and he was very fond of it, both the school itself, and the people in it.
But every man must get some time off from his work, and that was what Albus had done this year, for the first time since he became headmaster. He had packed his pocket, and after seeing to that his friend, a phoenix called Fawkes, would be fed and watered, he had set off to who-knows-where.
So when the orb on his desk, the one that he checked every day, glowed red and then black before fading again, no one was there to see it but Fawkes the phoenix, who would never be able to share his information with anyone.
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Yeah, it's seems pretty weird, tell me what you think of it. The orb will be explained later.
I seem to have an affixation of writing strange fics, they are so much more fun to write then the others.
If you find some weird sentences, they are attributed to the fact that I'm not a native English speaker. If it really annoys you, just point them out, and I'll probably try to fix it.
And please, if you have to flame, please do so with proper writing, not only upper-case letters, it's so annoying...
A young man with flaming red hair and green eyes stood was standing in a small ward, checking the charts for the little patient in there. He bent over and smoothed the boy's hair and sighed.
"He hasn't awoken yet. Has anyone come to look for him?"
The man jumped and flailed around. He smiled dryly when he saw a middle- aged colleague of his enter the room and look at the sleeping patient.
"No, he hasn't stirred, and as for the other, there haven't been any reports of a missing child, and we think he isn't an orphan. His clothes may be ill fitting, but they are nice brand clothes, pretty expensive. I should know, my wife drags me along whenever she can to look at children clothes."
"My wife went through that too. How is the little one anyway? What was his name again?"
"David, he's nearly two years old and is already wearing us both out with his escapades. I don't know where he gets his energy. The other day he tore down the curtains in the living room and broke all the little statues Annalise has been collecting since she was a child. But we just couldn't find it in our hearts to scold him, when he looks at us with his green eyes; he got them from me, but his blond hair from Annalise. He looks like a real angel, but really is a devil in disguise."
Both men laughed, but stopped very quickly and looked uncomfortably at the eerily still child lying in the large hospital bed in front of them.
"Poor kid, I wonder why his parents aren't worried about him. He doesn't look more then three or four at the most. Jill, the nurse who looks after him, thought that maybe he had been abused. He has bruises, not from the accident, and this odd scar on his forehead. I think that he just got into some fights; you see how his glasses are broken. And there is that, he needs stronger glasses then the ones he's wearing. Shame for such a little kid to be treated so badly." The first man said.
They were silent, and the second spoke up again.
"He could be older, there are some signs of malnutrition, but somehow I don't think so, he may be just small for his age. You know, I think he's not much taller then my David, but David was never little, not since he was born."
"We'll see when he wakes up. He got hit pretty hard; the driver said he just suddenly appeared out of thin air. Probably not looking at the road. People should be more careful when driving. Children all over the streets these days. If I ever would have had children I would have moved to the country."
"Yeah, having children is the best thing that ever happened to me, everyone should have children." He stopped abruptly and looked guiltily at the older man. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be impolite, you and your wife were never could have children." It was more of a statement than a question and the man nodded solemnly.
"We always meant to adopt, but we just couldn't bring us to it. It never did seem right. But I guess it's too late now. I have to get going, more patients to check up on. I'll see you around Abe."
"Yeah, time passes when you're having fun." Abe said sarcastically. "How was that woman in the next room? Marjory wasn't it. She's a terror I tell you. Insisted on having her dog in the ward with her, and her relatives are no better, a family of three, a little,"He made exclamation marks in the air with his hands, "boy, that child is about five, and he's dangerously large. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't make it past twenty before his heart fails him."
The other man nodded and together they made their way out of the small room, nearly crashing into a horse faced woman with a long neck, who was coming from the next room. She looked at them disdainfully before stalking off. The older man, after a momentary look at little boy with the unruly jet- black hair, felt a pang of remorse for the bereaved child and closed the door carefully behind him and walked hastily away.
~~*~~
An hour later, at number four Privet Drive, a one Petunia Dursley was feeding her little whale of a son when her husband came home from work. She beamed and went to give him a hug and a kiss.
"I have decided to clear the cupboard in the weekend." Vernon Dursley announced
Petunia stopped dead and turned to face him.
"But, what of the freaks, they might come to look for him. What will we tell them?" she whispered
Vernon snorted.
"We'll tell them the truth, but leave out the fact that we didn't go and fetch him afterwards. The kid had an accident and disappeared. They can't expect us to turn our lives upside down to look for a boy that isn't even our own. And the law won't bring him back to us, I checked. He doesn't even exist in our world. No records of Harry Potter living with us, or connected to our name in any way." He smiled in glee and swept his wife off her feet in a joyful hug. She hugged him back, but rushed back to her son when she heard him wail, giving him a bowl of ice cream.
Petunia turned again to her husband after consoling her son and promising him some candy before he went to bed, and smiled.
"I've always wanted to turn that cupboard into a shoe closet. I'll go tomorrow and buy some lighting and wallpaper for it." She said and stroked her son's hair.
"Now we'll finally be a real family, with no freaks to endanger my sweet Duddydums."
~~*~~
Albus Dumbledore was considered the greatest wizard of modern times. He probably was, tying with a Tom Riddle, but he preferred not to think too much about him. Albus was the headmaster of one of the greatest wizarding school in the world, and he was very fond of it, both the school itself, and the people in it.
But every man must get some time off from his work, and that was what Albus had done this year, for the first time since he became headmaster. He had packed his pocket, and after seeing to that his friend, a phoenix called Fawkes, would be fed and watered, he had set off to who-knows-where.
So when the orb on his desk, the one that he checked every day, glowed red and then black before fading again, no one was there to see it but Fawkes the phoenix, who would never be able to share his information with anyone.
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Yeah, it's seems pretty weird, tell me what you think of it. The orb will be explained later.
I seem to have an affixation of writing strange fics, they are so much more fun to write then the others.
If you find some weird sentences, they are attributed to the fact that I'm not a native English speaker. If it really annoys you, just point them out, and I'll probably try to fix it.
And please, if you have to flame, please do so with proper writing, not only upper-case letters, it's so annoying...