Reyna Finds Love

Kidnapping a Child

Reyna cut the connection horrified. He has a shitty childhood neglectful, to the point of abusive." Remus nodded.

"Not on my watch", she muttered darkly. "Hey Remus, I'm about to break several laws, how can I contact you?"

Remus looked confused.

"I'll just use iris massaging, I've got to go." Then Reyna dashed out the pub.

The slightly drunk werewolf shrugged, then finished his drink, calling for another. The encounter was puzzling, but without Reyna's presence, he went back to his previous activity. The shared empowerments were fading, being once again replaced by grief. Reyna also hid the memory using mist, she could reactivate if necessary.

But for now, she had a slightly illegal, ok, completely illegally, but morally light mission to carry out. She would raise the boy herself if that's what it took. There is never an excuse to leave a child in a neglectful or abusive home. And if there is one thing, Reyna wasn't, it was a bystander.

She cast a glamour charm on herself, and snuck toward the result of her tracking ball of purple magic. She followed it into the cookie cutter neighborhood of Surrey, stopping outside #4 Privet Dr. There's no turning back now.

She opened the door, thankful for the cover of night, and the fact she iris messaged in the early evening, and gently unlocked the front door.

Like a wraith, she walked five paces in and turned right. Inside the house, she carefully murmured a lullaby designed to spell the occupants into a deep magical sleep. There was a miniature cupboard, located under the stairs. She unlocked the door yet again, to be met with the sight of the poor child.

He was tossing and turning even with the soothing melody, his brow was clenched, he must be having a nightmare. It was smelly, and honestly just singing there, Reyna felt claustrophobic.

She grabbed the child and gently hugged him, lifting him as she walked upstairs, still enchanting the house with her voice. She was pissed, but she placed a kiss on his still weeping scar that exuded her calming empowerment. In return, she took his fear and confusion, infusing him with a warm glow. She noticed his scar was leaching a dark matter, so placed a harmless spider on top of it. She continued pumping him full of peace, joy, love, warmth, and hope, that she no longer was replacing the darker emotions. She watched curiously as the dark stuff fled into the spider, trapping it to find what that thing was.

She washed the small Harry in the tub gently removing the filth, before gliding up the stairs. There, she borrowed some of Dudley's too big clothes. They'll have to do, at least until she can buy new ones.. Done, she decided to find out why he was left there, and investigated, still humming her haunting melody.

In the attic, she found the letter from Dumbledore. Snorting at the "raise him well". Like they were doing that. She also found a bunch of photos of a younger Petunia with Lily. She grabbed the photo album to show Harry later.

With that, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano glided out of #4 Privet Dr., leaving no evidence she had ever been there except a mysterious lack of one child sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs, and a couple missing photos.

If anyone had bothered to look out their windows, they would have found an unnaturally silent cloaked figure protectively cuddling a child to their chest, before sprinting gracefully into the night, faster than physically possible.

That morning, in the cramped cupboard under the stairs, there was one simple note. There was never any Harry Potter living here. You haven't heard from your freakish sister since her wedding. This is a normal boring day in your normal boring lives.

Petunia and Vernon read it, then went about their normal boring routine like any other boring day, doting heavily on their precious Didddy-kums. The enchantment quickly set, leaving no evidence Harry James Potter was ever left on the doorstep of his Aunt and Uncle's house on that life-changing Hallows eve night.