A ten year old Harry is seen rubbing his nose in front of tomb stone. His eyes are a puffy red with red marks on his pupils. He is the only one next to the grave, along with a preacher. The preacher was an old man with grey hair. He bends down to Harry.
“Son? Does your mother have any brothers or sisters?”
Harry sniffles, “No sir.”
“What about your grandparents? Are they still alive?”
Harry shakes his head.
The preacher sighs, “I was afraid of this.”
The preacher stands up and walks around the grave for a few minutes.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asks quietly.
“Come along Harry, we shall go take you to a foster home.”
“What?”
Harry has heard of these places, and he saw the movie Annie. He didn’t want to be an orphan like she was. He got up.
“Come on now, we haven’t much time.”
Harry followed the preacher over to his car and he got in the back seat.
~Two Hours Later~
The car pulls into Harry’s house driveway.
“Hurry in a collect your belonging, not too much, the things you don’t take will be kept safely with me until you are adopted, understand?”
Harry nods and gets out of the car, shutting the door softly.
The front door of his house was already open, but the insides were empty of people. He walked up to his room and looked around. Legos and transformers were scattered along the floor, along with some Barbie dolls and My Little Ponies. He grabbed a pink duffel bag from his closet and placed some of his Barbie’s in there and his Bumblebee transformer.
He grabbed his pink shirt from the drawer and some of the plaid boxers he had. He packed some shorts and pajama pants, along with some fuzzy purple socks. He grabbed the third Harry Potter book from his collection, and then headed over to his mother’s room.
The bed was unmade and there was some nightgowns lying on the floor. On the walls were pictures of Harry from the holidays when he went to the US with his mother. He grabbed her little statue of liberty figurine and one of her crocheting needles. He jumped onto her bed and buried his face into her pillow. It smelled just like her and his tears were soon soaking into it. He took the case off of it and put it in his bag. He grabbed one her blouses and put it in there as well, along with some of her perfume and jewelry.
He took the picture, of he and his mother looking at a camera on top of the Empire State building in New York City, off of the wall. He put that in the bag, and headed to the kitchen. He grabbed her book of recipes from the cabinet and a small bag of crisps in case he gets hungry. He walks out of the house and back to the car. He places the bag in the back and sits next to it, shutting the door lightly.
“You got everything you wanted, son?” The preacher asked.
“No sir.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have my mother.”
The preacher sighed and shook his head, backing out of the drive way and out of the neighborhood. Harry placed his head on the window and closed his eyes, resting.
~Sorry for the short chapter! I'll write a longer one next! Two likes and a comment please!~Kat~
