Harry was silent for the rest of the trip to America. It took many, many hours, but none of them could get him to talk. He refused to even look at them half the time, and definitely wouldn't accept any food from them. It was obvious the boy didn't trust them, but really, could they blame him? Finally, they arrived back home, and immediately they all realized they had forgotten to tell Alfred. Harry not knowing the possible danger, simply followed them quietly, until they came upon an older man. "Alfred... in my defense, he needed someone in his corner." Bruce says immediately, but all Alfred does is silently quirk and eyebrow, before saying, "Really Master Bruce, another one?" Harry giggles slightly, and everyone is caught off guard except Alfred. "What is your name, young master?" Harry looks at him, "My name is Harry. Harry James Potter." Everyone is shocked, not because he said his name, but because he said two whole sentences, and seemed to be happy. "It is nice to meet you Master Harry, my name is Alfred Pennyworth, I am the Wayne's family Butler." Harry immediately perks up, "Am I here to be trained to follow you? I'm really good at cleaning, and cooking, and I promise I won't be any trouble."
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Harry's found family
FanfictionHarry was 12 when they shipped him off to Azkaban. They did it under trumped up charges, he really didn't hurt anyone, but even the cat... Still, he spent two months there, before a muggle randomly found him. No one knows how, or why, but said muggl...
