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Chapter One

Harry Potter was sitting at his desk in the police station. He was a detective, a special kind of detective. One that worked with special victims, by that; was victims of abuse or children cases. He often got the children cases as he was better with children, on the account he was a single father of three children. Two school aged sons and an toddler daughter, so children often opened up better around him. "Why don't you go home, it's late." Said he partner, cop. "I already told my kids goodnight, how about you go home to your wife and little girl?" Harry smiled lightly, before their captain came out of his after. "Potter, they want you at the hospital." He spoke. "What's going on?" Harry asked, getting to his feet and grabbing his jacket. "They didn't share much on the phone. It was a social worker though the state about a John doe." He said. "Alright." Harry said, before throwing on his jacket. "Tell mione' and little rosey goodnight." Harry smiled lightly, before he headed to his car.

It was a cold January evening. The snow still laid on most of the ground, the wind a but bitter on the bare face. That caused Harry to shake as he sat down in his car, quickly turning on the heat. He smiled lightly at the picture taped to his dash his younger boy had taped a little lop sided of his three kids. His oldest hung upside down form the tree holding the hands of his youngest child, his only girl who had this big goffy grin on her face as her feet were no longer on the ground. His middle child? Sat on the legs of his oldest to keep them bend so he wouldn't fall off the tree. Harry? Freaked out when he seen them such a way, but his middle child spoke softly. "Picture daddy!" He said, and Harry loved the picture. His children were very happy, even though their history wasn't very good.

Harry walked inside the hospital, and up to the reception desk. "Somebody called my captain?" Harry asked, a bit confused because he was going in blind. "Who may you be?" Said the older woman. "Detective Potter, special victims. I believe a social worker called about a John doe?" Harry said and she nodded. "Let me make a call, please take a sit." She said, and Harry agreed to be waiting only a short for minutes. Harry was stood over by an older woman, who gave him a soft smile. "I only called in hopes of some help, I don't want to send him to some facility." She said, and Harry followed her down the hospital wing. "I'm not sure how I can help you..." Harry said. "You are a detective...maybe in the end you can find the bastard or bastards that put him through hell." She said, and opened the blinds to a hospital room. The lights were off, and he sat against the wall, hugging his knees, his head burried in his knees. "It's been three days...he hasn't said a word, he won't eat and the doctor can barely get the I.V in his hand long enough to keep him hydrated. I have until Friday to find him a place to go, or they'll commit him to the mental health hospital. That isn't what he needs." She said. "They can't find a family member through the database?" Harry asked. "I don't think he is from American, and it's hard to age infants to somebody near an adult or an adult." She spoke. "So you don't know how old he is either?" Harry asked. "I don't even have a name, detective...your captain hoped maybe you could open him up. I know he isn't such a little kid...but maybe he'll feel the same thing children do." She asked. "Can I take him to the station if he'll agree?" Harry asked. "Give me your card." She said and Harry handed her his card before Harry slowly walked inside the hospital room.

Harry let the door shut quietly behind him, before he slowly walked over to him, who only dug his nails into his legs. Harry seen he looked young, hardly eighteen. The small light coming in form the street shown the burn on his hand and the scars on the other hand. "My name is Harry, I'm an officer...I want to help." Harry said, pulling out his badge. Harry put it by his foot, poking him with it slightly. Harry waited and after a couple minutes, he slowly picked up the badge with his burned hand. He wanted to say something, but he was really scared to say anything...he did feel a little better, maybe he would really be safe. He ran his other hand over the numbers of the badge, and slowly put his legs down a little more relaxed. "Would you eat something for me? They said you haven't ate, that isn't good." Harry said softly, but after a moment he shook his head. "How...able a drink of water? So they don't have to poke you again." Harry said softly, to watch Him get to his feet. He hurried out the hospital door with Harry following him. "Don't." Harry said to the social worker, as he ran to the soda machine. Harry slowly walked up. He seen the death grip he had on his badge, and looking very scared. "I promise it's okay. Anything you want." Harry said softly to stand there for a couple minutes, before he slowly pointed to a small apple juice carton. "My little girl loves apple juice." Harry said, putting the money in the machine. He hand him the juice who stood slowly drinking it when the social worker walked over to them. "They'll let you take him to the station if he'll go with you." She said. "Will you come with me? You can keep my badge." Harry smiled lightly.