The Protector (PG)
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maggieremingtonby: sera (maggieremington)
fandom: Harry Potter
tropes: kid!fic
fic: The Protector
summary: Harry is about to commit a very large paradox.
content notes:
It was too surreal, he was staring at his four year old self. He knew that it wasn’t him-him, parallel universes and all that. Harry Potter had been offered one chance by Fate, he could save his younger self from the machinations of adults who thought they knew better for a boy who only ever wanted to be Harry. Fate had set it all up for him. An identity, memories, everything. He was to be Hadrian Evans, elder brother of Lily Potter nee Evans and the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Evans.
He knelt before the boy, “I’m your Uncle Hadrian. What’s your name?”
“Freak,” he replied simply. AS far as he knew that was his name.
“Petunia,” he said looking to his right and she looked white as a ghost.
“Go to your room,” she snapped at young Harry.
Hadrian followed Harry and came to the cupboard. It brought back memories and much of those were not good. He went to Punia and grabbed her by the arm. “Should I call the cops now?” He demanded feeling the persona kick in.
Vernon turned purple in apocaleptic rage.
Hadrian had more than once been told he would make a good Slytherin, perhaps he could just do just that. “Unless you gave me custody. You wouldn’t have to see him again.”
Petunia crossed her arms, “And if I don’t?”
“I tell the cops all about what I’ve seen. You both may be powerful in small circles but I live in much larger ones. Imagine how grandmother would react when she found out how her great grandson is being treated.”
Petunia gasped, “You wouldn’t!”
“I wouldn’t hesitate in the least and then there’s Grandpapa Marius who is still alive by the way, you know how that man could hold a grudge. I don’t think he ever forgave you for breaking that antique doll he gave to our sister.”
“You bastard.”
“Now now Petunia, is that anyway to talk to your little brother?”
“Take him,” Vernon said when he finally calmed down.
“Where is the paperwork?”
“There is none,” Petunia answered.
“You mean to tell me that that you have illegally been handling our nephew? Youa re so lucky no one found out about this before now.”
“Take him and get out!” Vernon shouted as Petunia just glared at Hadrian.
Harry was more than willing to oblidge them, he had swept out of there with little Harry in tow.
For the next few years, no one heard of Harry, however there was file of guardianship to Hadrian Evans in both the Muggle World and the Wizarding World and blood always trumped everything else. It didn’t matter if you were treated like crap, blood came first.
An eleven year old Harry Potter had run into his Uncle’s room in the flat they were living in, it was a quiet life. At least until this morning. “Uncle! Uncle! Get up! My letter it came!” Harry told him.
Hadrian covered his head with a blanket. “That’s nice Harry,” he said, not even halfway awake.
Harry not willing to be deterred managed to climb onto the bed and like clock work.
One.
Two.
Three.
Harry pounced his uncle.
“Merlin’s beard Harry! Do you want to be grounded?” Hadrian asked.
Harry regardless had the biggest shit eating grin written on his face.
“You do realize this means war,” Hadrian muttered. What would become known as the great prank war of 1991 had just begun.
fandom: Harry Potter
tropes: kid!fic
fic: The Protector
summary: Harry is about to commit a very large paradox.
content notes:
It was too surreal, he was staring at his four year old self. He knew that it wasn’t him-him, parallel universes and all that. Harry Potter had been offered one chance by Fate, he could save his younger self from the machinations of adults who thought they knew better for a boy who only ever wanted to be Harry. Fate had set it all up for him. An identity, memories, everything. He was to be Hadrian Evans, elder brother of Lily Potter nee Evans and the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Evans.
He knelt before the boy, “I’m your Uncle Hadrian. What’s your name?”
“Freak,” he replied simply. AS far as he knew that was his name.
“Petunia,” he said looking to his right and she looked white as a ghost.
“Go to your room,” she snapped at young Harry.
Hadrian followed Harry and came to the cupboard. It brought back memories and much of those were not good. He went to Punia and grabbed her by the arm. “Should I call the cops now?” He demanded feeling the persona kick in.
Vernon turned purple in apocaleptic rage.
Hadrian had more than once been told he would make a good Slytherin, perhaps he could just do just that. “Unless you gave me custody. You wouldn’t have to see him again.”
Petunia crossed her arms, “And if I don’t?”
“I tell the cops all about what I’ve seen. You both may be powerful in small circles but I live in much larger ones. Imagine how grandmother would react when she found out how her great grandson is being treated.”
Petunia gasped, “You wouldn’t!”
“I wouldn’t hesitate in the least and then there’s Grandpapa Marius who is still alive by the way, you know how that man could hold a grudge. I don’t think he ever forgave you for breaking that antique doll he gave to our sister.”
“You bastard.”
“Now now Petunia, is that anyway to talk to your little brother?”
“Take him,” Vernon said when he finally calmed down.
“Where is the paperwork?”
“There is none,” Petunia answered.
“You mean to tell me that that you have illegally been handling our nephew? Youa re so lucky no one found out about this before now.”
“Take him and get out!” Vernon shouted as Petunia just glared at Hadrian.
Harry was more than willing to oblidge them, he had swept out of there with little Harry in tow.
For the next few years, no one heard of Harry, however there was file of guardianship to Hadrian Evans in both the Muggle World and the Wizarding World and blood always trumped everything else. It didn’t matter if you were treated like crap, blood came first.
An eleven year old Harry Potter had run into his Uncle’s room in the flat they were living in, it was a quiet life. At least until this morning. “Uncle! Uncle! Get up! My letter it came!” Harry told him.
Hadrian covered his head with a blanket. “That’s nice Harry,” he said, not even halfway awake.
Harry not willing to be deterred managed to climb onto the bed and like clock work.
One.
Two.
Three.
Harry pounced his uncle.
“Merlin’s beard Harry! Do you want to be grounded?” Hadrian asked.
Harry regardless had the biggest shit eating grin written on his face.
“You do realize this means war,” Hadrian muttered. What would become known as the great prank war of 1991 had just begun.