TFIL Adoption?!

The New Addition

A/N - Aight guys, this is the second story I am publishing on this site - the first one is with a Girl! Colby (literally the title is 'Or the one where Colby is a girl'). Be nice to me please... Also I know this sounds really fucking weird from the description but please just give it a try? -- ALSO! THE PICTURE ABOVE IS WHAT I THINK BABY Iyla LOOKS LIKE AT THIS AGE... continue...

She was running from her horrid foster 'parents'. The father is a fat and violent drunk, the mother a druggie, the two only fostering so that they can get state money for their addictions. She has had enough of the bouncing around, but it's not like Britain was any better. She weaves through people in her escape, only to not pay attention when she thought no one was around and promptly crashes into someone. She can hear the stomps of the 'father' running (waddling) after her. The person she had run into seems to take a quick look of the situation and doesn't seem to like what he's pieced together. He shoves her behind him in an effort to protect her.

The whale of a man stops dead in his tracks at the sight of someone in shape, muscles and all, standing in front of the little girl who had attempted to run away and botch his income for more booze. The man who is protecting her is sizing him up with disgust, he has a beard and a bleached stripe on the top of his head. Wearing a muscle tank top and a pair of shorts. He decides it's not worth it and glares at the bearded man before making his own escape.

"Hey, kid. You alright?" The bearded man asks.

"Uh. Yeah, tank-you-?"

"Elton."

"Et-on."

"Yup, I told you my name how about you give me yours? It's only fair."

"Me no like my name." She shakes her head, chestnut curls flying.

"Alright. Why don't you pick one then?"

"Hmm. My name is... is... Iyla!"

"Iyla it is." He smiles at her, "can you tell me who that man was?"

"My fos-er, fa-dd-er, but he smell bad and hit me a lot." Elton frowns.

"Well, you're not going back to him, alright?"

"Pomise?"

"Promise." He smiles and holds out his pinkie. Iyla gives him her own lopsided one and interlocks her tiny pinkie with his seemingly giant one.

A/N - alright guys, first part finished. Thanks for dealing with my bullshit writing to this point, and please continue to because, frankly, I am desperate and lonely. And you have just met the tiny little thing Iyla (pronounced 'eye-la' means 'moonlight' in Hindi), whom was previously named 'Harriet Lilly Potter' (I personally hate the names Harry and Harriet, which is why I have changed it from the female version of Harry to another one). In the next chapter the others will be meeting Iyla, and when they get in touch with the orphanage in LA they will learn more about her and that will hopefully answer some questions as to what happened...

Also this had been edited and her name changed so that is the only difference...