Love Heals Hate {Drarry ~ HP} RECONTINUED

Mr. And Mrs. Riddle

- Orphanage Caretaker POV -

Even though they all call me Winnie, my real name's Winnithee. It's a unique name and I quite like it. It's been three years since that boy came to our doorstep, I was the one who saved him. At first, he didn't really talk and none of the other caretakers knew his name but then when he started to come out of his shell he told us his full name was Hadrian Caden James Potter. Though we normally just called him Hades, Har, Harry or Harbear. Though the only person that calls him Harbear would be Little Lyla.

Lyla is a little girl nicknamed Little Lyla because she's incredibly short. She's actually seven now, three years younger than Harry but she looks like a five year old. Lyla actually came here only speaking French, but luckily Harry took the responsibility of learning French and then teaching Lyla English. The two of them immediately clicked and when Lyla kissed Harry on the cheek he turned a brilliantly red shade and hid in his room for the next few days, most likely trying to interpret why Lyla would kiss him.

I was still thinking of Harry and Lyla when the doorbell rang. I ran the the door and hurriedly opening it, smiling at the couple at the door. They couple already held children, three of them, so I was worried they would want to give one of them up.

The man had dark brown bed head hair and kind blue eyes. He was a fairly tall man. He had one baby wrapped in a blanket in his arms and a small toddler holding his right hand. The man's left arm was linked to the arm of a pregnant woman with long curly dark hair and brown eyes. "Good Morning!" I said happily, opening the door further to let the couple in.

"Good Morning." The man replied as the woman smiled brightly, all though a tired underline was present. "We're here to adopt an older child. A pre-teen or so. We work on a farm and my wife and I used to do the farming until we decided to start a family. Now that we have two children and expecting a third and fourth, I need to go to my own job more and my wife needs to take care of our children. We were wondering if you had any children willing to work on a farm, around the age of nine to fifteen." The man said.

"Oh that'd be poor Harry." I say, smiling. The woman raised an eyebrow at me, as to say 'Why poor? What happened?' As uncomfortable as I felt sharing this with them, they would have to know if they wanted to adopt Harry. I swallowed hard and started the tale.

"When I first met Harry, he was about six. He went to the orphanage selling cookies. He wore a large shirt and baggy pants. His shoes were wrecked and he was selling cookies at a low price so I thought he was poor. I took all the cookies and paid him too." I started, pausing to look at the reactions of the maybe future adopters that may adopt one of the most hardworking and hurt boys there is. I lead us to the living room, where we all sat down and I continued.

"Not more than a year after, a muddy and bloody boy was standing at the same doorway wearing the same clothes. He had bruises and cuts all over him and the mud didn't do much to help. I didn't know who the boy was because he kept his head down the whole time. I pulled him inside and washed him, he washed his face himself so I still hadn't seen it. I took him to the dining room and asked him questions. He didn't answer them so I went to call for someone who knew sign language. I thought he was deaf." I continued, they still looked confused as to why I was doing this.

"He quickly snapped his head up and informed me that his parents were murdered when he was one. He still remembers and the nightmares get quit brutal but their becoming a rarer occurrence. He was then given to his Aunt and Uncle who abused him and treated him like a slave. I won't go into detail but let me tell you, his explanation was quite gruesome. Anyway, he was preparing breakfast for them, giving them less butter as they were quite fat, for their health obviously." I said, noting the already horrified faces of the couple.

"They noticed. He was beaten and they drove him here, kicked him out of the car quite literally into a pile of mud across the street and drove off laughing." I finished, my voice constricted with emotion. "His aunt and uncle have been sentenced to jail and the murderer was caught and killed shortly after the murder of Harry's parents so his life's pretty peachy. He still insists on cooking sometimes and helps around the orphanage a lot." I said quickly so they would see that Harry is ok now.

"M-may we meet him?" The woman asked. "Of course, let me get him." I said before quickly running to tell Harry the good news. Everyone usually only adopts little kids and the fact that it was Harry, and only Harry, that they wanted would make him extremely happy.

I ran into the garden and looked to where Harry and Lyla were covered in snakes. My eyes widen and I shriek loudly, falling back and landing on my bottom.

- 3rd Person -

As the shriek sounded through the house, the pregnant woman with curly hair stood up abruptly, getting ready to run to Winnie's help. A hand grabbed her wrist and she turned around to look at her husband. "Stay here, I don't want you to stress. I'll go check it out." He said before gently pushing his wife down, giving her their baby and running to the garden, where the shriek came from.

He walked into the garden to see a boy, around ten or eleven with a Girl about five or six, both of them covered in snakes. "Sorry Winnie! I was teaching Lyla how to control snakes. It didn't work though, they only listen to me." The boy said. The boy had deep forest green eyes and soft anime-like black hair. The girl had long straight blond hair that shot to the small of her back and large baby blue eyes. "It's quite alright, Harry. As long as your not in any pain or putting yourself in any danger I'm fine with whatever you do." Winnie said.

"Hello." The man said stepping forward. "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I wish to adopt you. Winnie has told me about everything and if you are willing to work on a farm and help out a pregnant woman and two children then we would like to adopt you. You also seem to share a love of snakes with me. There are not many snakes back home but we are saving up to move to a large farm in the country side with the only neighbour being a small family living in a manor around half a kilometre away." The man, Tom explained all the while smiling.

"I'd love to be adopted by you! It was wonderful to hang out with you, Lyla. I'll make sure to visit you when I have time!" Harry says cheerfully before standing up and taking one of the snakes with him. The snake he took was a Malayan Blue Coral Snake that seems to be almost two meters long. He wraps the snake around his neck twice before making his way inside with Tom to meet the rest of his future family.