So!

this is like, the shortest chapter i've posted in ages.

So. I've read 'Petunia dumps Harry at Whammy's House' stories, 'Harry gets picked up by McGonagall before Dursleys ever get their hands on him... One where he was dropped off to the Elrics. One where he had a twin who was Allen Walker...

erm.

yeah. i got an idea. What iff... Harry was adopted by an idiot hero, his magic-swordsman parental, said magic-swordsman's unofficial mate, and a lightning-mage thief.

He certainly wouldn't be completely Harry, but he wouldn't become L, or something else of the like...

i've even got a Beta for this! YAY

I HAVE A BETA

WOOO

Kalima Idina, thank you!

I don't really own anything. One character is mostly mine. Three others belong to Bamco(Namco-Bandai, Tales Studio) and just about everyone else belongs to Rowling.

i'm not making money off this. just giggles. Lots.. and lots of giggles. :3

Pre books

Young Harry Potter lay on the last step of the Dursley back porch, curled into a feeble ball. He shivered as night crept around him, and yet he was still left outside. Small, pale, and thin—he certainly didn't look his six years. Something shifted in the darkness, and he closed his eyes tightly, horrified at what it might be.

"What's this?" a soft voice echoed, curious and light, but strangely empty. Feminine, perhaps—an unrecognized voice. The boy didn't dare to open his eyes, even as the soft sounds of movement drew closer. A cold hand nudged against his shoulder, knuckles bony through the thin cloth. He remained motionless.

"Stop that." A male voice, calm, disinterested. "We're trespassing, and these humans are crazy enough to hurt the child if we interfere." Humans…the Dursleys? The child…him? A quiet laugh—belonging to the woman, perhaps. Soft in pitch, cracked in noise.

"They hurt him enough anyway." The soft words were not as cheerful as before. "Say..." the voice continued, absently curious.

"Whenever you begin a sentence in that manner, Origin braces for something catastrophic." Origin? It was spoken like a name... "I'm going to say 'no' now. I'm not even going to wait to listen to whatever you propose."

"Aw..." the voice trailed off as a thin hand petted the boy's head gently."I was going to suggest we bring him home." What?

"That's actually something I could agree with..." The man's response was slow, ponderous. "Ask the other two."

The hand remained gently on his head. It was a little creepy.

"Lloyd?"

Brown eyes came up from hands, glancing over to the speaker. "Yeah?"

"What would you say to a sudden brother?" A page was turned.

"Uh..." the teen responded, startled. "Baby brother? Do I want to even know why you're asking?"

"No, small boy." Another turned page. "They say it... 'Keep your mind out of the gutter'."

"Sure.... And I wasn't even thinking that until you said it."

"They agree." The female says after a span of silence. The hand resting upon his head slowly shifted, supporting his head as the other hand lifted him from the cold steps. Harry squeaked, starting to struggle.

"Oh. Twerp's awake." Harry opened his eyes to find himself held in the arms of a thin, black-clad figure. The one who had spoken leaned closer to peer at him with clear, teal eyes—blue and green melded together, with each color visible in some areas. "Green eyes. Bright, so he's not a dimwit." The speaker was male, for all the pale face appeared to be rather feminine in the dark, and also wore dark clothes. "How long were you awake, hmm?" Harry shook, closing his eyes firmly and going very still, despite the shivers trembling through him due to the cold. There was a definite lack of body heat emanating from the one holding him. "Stupid humans..."

"No, Yuan. I think it's cold. You've got better wind coverage than I do," the female spoke as she held the child in her boney arms. "Unless we're really that frightening..." The sad twist to her words caused Harry to open his eyes and glance up. A pale face and bright hair hovered above him.

"We've been here too long," the male spoke, extending his arms. Harry was passed over, into lean arms covered by baggy cloth up to the wrists. "We should get moving." He could see the pale one nod, and then the heavy folds of cloth covered his head. Harry struggled for a moment. "Oi, oi," his ride hissed. "Don't make any noise—this sort of thing is illegal." A half pause. "Don't tell me you wanted to stay with them?" Harry shook his head, still buried underneath the black cloth. "You can speak, quiet like. Just don't pull your head out. It's cold, and moving fast only makes it worse."

"I'd rather not stay, sir," Harry spoke softly. He wasn't certain the other had heard him, for the silence apart from footfalls and...wind?

"Good. You'd be foolish if you had any desire to stay in an abusive situation like that. Go ahead and fall asleep; I won't drop you." Harry didn't particularly want to sleep underneath the folds of this strange man's outer clothes, but a slight tingle made him realize it was a bit warmer here, and he decided it was much better than the cold step of his aunt and uncle's back porch.

So, yeah. People who are familiar with three of them, not the woman, will know. 'though, she is in two of my other stories.... they'll be introduced much more.. clearly, in the next one.

I have many things planned. many, many things planned.

and they shall be epic and hillarious, and AWESOME :3

at least, that's what i think.

Another one should be up soon. :3

or, i'll just add it onto this one. I feel weird posting such a short chapter D: