A few days later
Harry woke up with a start. His uncle was unlocking the door to his cupboard and pulling him out.
“Unc-“
“Shhh! It’s already 2:05 and you need to hurry on your way,” Vernon whispered. Harry rubbed his eyes as his uncle put a small backpack on him. “Do you remember where you need to go, boy?”
“Yes, Uncle Vernon. I need to walk to the park and sit down behind the bushes near the road.”
“Good. There will be a man with a blue jacket and a hat. Get into his car and he will take you to another location. When you get there, go with the butler. Give him the backpack. Don’t you dare lose it! Do you have the note you wrote for Petunia?”
Harry took out the note that read ‘I’m running away! –Harry’ and Uncle Vernon instructed him to place it in his cupboard. Then he was practically shoved out the door of the place that he had called home for all those years. Once the door closed quietly behind him he started walking. He was still dressed in his too-big pajamas and no shoes. At least it was a warm night. He made his way to the park and hid himself behind a bush near the road like he’d been told. It was very dark and the only streetlight was at the other end of the park. Only a few minutes later he heard the sound of a car pull up beside him. Then a car door opening. Someone was walking toward him. He looked up and relaxed. It was a man with a blue jacket and hat. Harry stood up and held the hand that was offered to him. The man didn’t speak; just put him in the backseat of the car quickly, closed the door, and drove off. Harry was so tired he fell asleep. He woke up to someone carrying him. He opened his eyes and saw Benoit lifting him into the backseat of a black limousine. Somebody else must have been driving because Benoit got in after him. The man let him lay down with his head on the man’s lap. He fell back asleep quickly.
Benoit threaded his long pale fingers through the boy’s silky black strands. He played with the child’s hair a while longer, then looked over the contents of the backpack. All the documents were present. Today would be a long one. Mikael wanted new documents made. Fake birth certificate, ID, passport, all the legal documents that would say Harry was his son. He would hide away the real documents in a vault. He wanted Benoit to accomplish all this. It just so happened, Benoit had a friend who specialized in illegal documents like these. They would be flawless. After they were all set they would all travel back home to France. Everything would be all set within the day.
He looked back to the boy sleeping soundly on his lap and frowned. The child had no idea what horrors awaited him.
When they got back to the mansion, Benoit carried the sleeping boy to his bed and went off to the study. His friend Darci was already waiting for him.
“May I see the boy?” was the first thing she asked.
“No,” Benoit said, giving her the paperwork.
She took it and leafed through the documents. “Why not?”
“Mikael would be furious that you went to see him without permission. He’d ask you to leave. I’d have to complete this work alone.”
“Oh poo,” She said sarcastically. “Why do you even serve some lowly squib? Our kind don’t have masters.”
“You’re right. We don’t.”
He turned to look at her. Darci was a very beautiful woman. Her dark hair lay in curls down her slender back. She was almost as tall as him. Her eyes as strikingly silver as his. Her lips painted a deep red. She was as pale as the moon. Her soul though, that was truly something to fear.
“Let’s get to work,” he said, turning away from the girl who had been like family to him for over a hundred years.
~ ~ ~
Harry felt something touch his tongue, caress it, move alongside it. He opened his eyes and saw that Mikael was kissing him.
The man broke the kiss, sensing his slave’s consciousness returning and smiled down at his prize. The boy smiled back. “Good morning, mon fils. Did you sleep well?”
“Moon?” Harry asked confused.
“Mon fils. My son.”
“Yeah, I slept okay,” Harry said, sitting up.
“Our paperwork is almost ready. We just need to take a picture of you. Come out of bed so I can get you dressed.”
Harry was patient while his new father dressed him. He tried not to look disappointed at the choice of clothing. It was all girls’ clothes, but at least it fit him. He wore a lacey pink G-string thong, a white blouse, and a pink flowing skirt that ended halfway down his thighs. He wore white knee-high socks and black school-girl shoes. His glasses were removed and he was given contacts. A girl came in to do his makeup. She didn’t do much, just covered his scar with concealer and put powder on his face. Then she put some jewelry on him, just a simple necklace and bracelet pair. Mikael brought him to a full-length mirror. They hadn’t done anything to his hair and he still looked like a girl. His new father brought him to the other room and had him stand before a screen. A beautiful lady he had never seen before took his picture.
“How much longer?” Mikael asked Benoit.
“We just need to print out the cards and we’re done. The jet is already waiting for us.”
“Good. After you’re done, fix us breakfast. Then we’ll leave.”
“Where are we going?” asked Harry.
“Home” was all Mikael said, leading Harry to the dining room.
~ ~ ~
Harry had never been on an airplane before, let alone a private jet. It had just been himself, Mikael, Benoit, Corin, Aldrick, and the pilot. Harry thought it was really cool; his new father even let him sit next to the window! When they landed, they took a limo to a very, very big mansion. It almost looked like a castle. They were on a hill with no neighbors for miles. Benoit opened the front door for him and his father.
“This is our home, my son. Why don’t I show you to your room? Benoit come along, you can help me get him situated.”
“Yes, Master Mikael.”
They walked up two marble staircases and down a few hallways before they reached a heavy wooden door at the very end of a particularly long hall. The door had a keycode like the room in Mikael’s mansion in England.
“I had received word this morning that the room has been done up exactly as you requested, Master Mikael,” Benoit said as he entered in the combination.
The door clicked open and they stepped inside. The first thing Harry noticed was that the room was big, round, and contained no windows. Then he noticed, quite quickly, that Benoit had made a mistake. This couldn’t possibly be his room. This is not what a ten year old boy’s room should look like. This room was for someone much younger than he. It was a nursery. A girl’s nursery. The walls were done in pink and sported painted pictures of elephants, kittens, dolphins, all manner of cute baby animals. The fluffy carpet was white and there were a few baby toys lying around. But the worst of it all was the white crib in the center of the room, a mobile hung from the ceiling above it.
“They’ve outdone themselves; this is perfect,” said Mikael.
“Umm,” Harry spoke up, pulling on the fabric of his father’s suit. “I thought we were going to my bedroom.”
Mikael looked down and smiled that the boy. “This is your bedroom, my love.”
“But I’m not a baby.”
Mikael gave a sad sigh. “I know that little one, but you see I was never able to have any children of my own. I always dreamed of having my own little baby girl that I could raise. Maybe I’ve gone a little overboard with this, but I was hoping that you- that I could pretend you were the little baby girl I never had. It won’t be forever, just a little while. What do you say?”
Harry looked up at his new dad. The man looked so sad. Harry thought back to the times when he would play pretend all by himself. He decided to help his new dad live out his dream for a few days. “Okay, maybe it’ll be fun,” Harry said.
“That’s the spirit. Thank you so much little one,” he said to Harry. Then he turned to face Benoit, his voice businesslike, “Get him ready for dinner, and then bring him to the dining room. I’ll go inform the chefs.”
“Yes Master Mikael,” Benoit said before Mikael left the room. He didn’t glance back at Harry.
Finnian Siog 