The night was dark and foggy, as it usually was in the city if Gotham. The night however had been quiet, strange for a city so filled with Deadly Criminals. Our story focuses on two of these Criminals, who had been having a fun night with one another...

In an alleyway, a woman with skin tinted green and red hair, covered up by a Dark Green short dress and a shorter woman with blonde pigtails in what appeared to be a schoolgirl uniform, were kissing profusely.

However, their session was brought to an abrupt end when two men from another world entirely decided to break the laws of their people...

The two men hadn't noticed the lovely couple and the redhead was highly annoyed. As she attempted to call out to him, the other woman clamped a hand over her mouth and forced her to watch the strange men. They were both circling each other, pointing sticks at one another with murderous glares in their eyes. "Come on Jackson...You've never beaten ME before...you won't do so now. Join us." the blonde man said to the brunnete.

"No Briggs! The Death Eaters are a curse."

The redhead's eyebrow raised. She was intrigued by these men and their odd sticks...She wondered what would happen... The blonde, for her part, thought the two men were weirdos. The two stopped circling each other. The air grew heated...then.

"CRUCIO!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

In a flash of light, one was on the floor in agony while the Blonde stood over, disarmed. "If only you'd joined..." suddenly the man disappeared. The brunette writhed in agony for a bit before disappearing as well.

The Redheaded woman was intrigued. The clown like woman gasped. "They're Magic! Like Zattana!"

"Yes...I thought magic users were rare..." The redhead purred, interested by this development. "Something tells me we need to get a little information from Zatanna if we want to know more about this..."

Harley Quinn pouted, "Buuuut Reeed! I thought we were gonna go home and...spend the night together..."

Poison Ivy looked back at her new lover. "But Harley dear...My baby's need an extra kick. How about tomorrow?" Harley shrugged then nodded, going back to babbling to herself.

Ivy thought back to the magic show that happened to be going on tonight...she sadistically grinned and pulled her girlfriend along to intercept the magician...

*later*

Zatanna had been changing into normal wear to head home when she heard the dressing room door creak open slowly. She turned to see who it was, only to see the notorious criminal, Poison Ivy, staring at her from the doorway.

"Why hello...I believe I need information."

Zatanna frowned and put a hand on her hip. "Information on...what, exactly?" She asked, preparing to fight back if need be.

She sauntered into the room, moving closer. "My...friend...and I encountered two magical men in cloaks, waving sticks at each other. They were British. Care to explain?"

Zatanna bit her lip. "Weeell, they DO prefer to keep it secret...But I never really liked the wizarding community anyway..."

Ivy went ahead and took a seat. Zatanna remained standing. "Please tell, who is the strongest of those magic users?" Ivy persisted. Zatanna's eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to say a quick combat spell, but last second a concealed Harley Quinn jumped out and injected a serum into her arm quite Harshly.

Ivy believed that she could manipulate that Wizard into empowering her beloved children. If so, there'd be no stopping her! Harley pulled the serum out. "You sure it's a good idea to make your plants magic?" She said, unsure of the plan. "I mean...What if you lose control of them...?" Ivy raised a brow curtly.

"Harley, I'm disappointed. I thought you really knew me." She said with a mock pout.

Harley giggled and pulled the magician to her feet and tossed her in a chair. Ivy leaned forward, speaking her command so the Serum would take effect. "Tell us everything about that Wizarding world.

Zatanna let out a soft groan before answering, telling them all about wizard England in specific detail. Her mind being too hazy to mutter a counter spell, Ivy and Harley left that theatre. Right after Harley robbed the convenience section of it's candy of course.

Ivy was going over this in her head. Harry Potter, a boy who should be four by now, was the most powerful wizard? A child? It was all very strange. Though she supposed, getting him on her side wouldn't be hard. Children, while she agreed were innocent and cute, simply didn't have the mental capacity to see anything wrong with her- Ivy was shoved into the plant bed by Harley as they entered the greenhouse. Ivy smirked. The child could wait just a little bit longer...

The next day...

Ivy had been tending to her plants for the first half of the day, waiting for Harley to return. Ivy and Harley had been dating for about a month now, what with Ivy's truth serum finally having an effect on women and all, Quinn had returned to her senses and begun dating her almost immediately. It warmed Ivy's cold heart... The Joker had been annoyed to lose his favourite henchwoman, but he had gotten over it relatively quickly. Ivy despised the man...He never cared about Harley...

But she did! And she was going to make sure that woman became her Queen!

Her mental rant was interrupted by Harley busting through the door with a bag full of items. Fake IDs and Passports along with three plane tickets, two around, one to Gotham. The botanist smirked as she turned to her girlfriend. "Great job, dear." She said cheerfully. "Now, what do you say we pack our bags and go out to dinner to celebrate tomorrow's flight?"

Harley grinned and spun around, cartwheeling over to her costume drawer to dress. "Iceberg lounge~!" she singsonged while Ivy changed back to her villainous attire.

"Yes, dear, Iceberg Lounge as always." She replied with a smile, rolling her eyes slightly at her partner's antics.

As the two left for the restaurant, we flash an ocean away to #4 Privet. Where an early rising Harry Potter was washing the dishes as quick as he could.

He had to hurry! His uncle was going to wake up any minute, and if he didn't finish in time, he was going to kill him!

So, rinsing off the suds he rubbed the dishes with another cloth to dry them. He turned to see the spotless kitchen and felt unfamiliar pride in his tummy. Most Telly People would want this kitchen clean! Harry clambered up onto the counter and began putting the plates away. However, his pride was immediately shattered...and so was the plate that he had ended up dropping... As it hit the floor he felt his Uncle rise from the bed upstairs, as the floorboards creaked violently.

"BOOOOOY!"

The little boy whimpered. He wasn't going to get his bread for the day...

Meanwhile...

During Dinner, Ivy had her usual salad while Harley ordered nothing but deserts. The lounge was mostly empty, allowing the two to talk about their plans. "Ya really think getting a tiny kid in your greenhouse is a Good idea?" Harley pestered.

"I'm merely using the child to gain more power. I believe it is." Ivy responds.

Harley pouted. "IIIIIIvyyyyy...That's a terrible thing to say." The blonde chastised. "It's still a little kid we're talking about here..." Ivy sighed. Harley had become a major softie after leaving the Joker.

"Look, What do you want me to do? Mother him?" she asked sarcastically. Harley however nodded.

"According to Zee his Mommy and daddy died by the voldey guy. If you nurture 'im he'll probably do what you ask more! Simple psychology." Said the Crazy Shrink.

Ivy tilted her head and adopted a thoughtful expression. "...That's a wonderful idea." She replied with a smirk. "I just hope you don't end up hogging all the mothering for yourself."

"Oh please! You'll hog him! Remember the earthquake? You adopted a crap ton of orphans." Ivy nodded in agreement and simply went back to eating, before a shocking conclusion reached her. "Harley...does this mean that we're...technically adopting children?"

"Well, A kid, but...yeah, I guess it does." Harley put a hand to her head. "Wow, we're takin' a really big step here, huh?" Ivy nodded and faked a groan.

"What the heck have I done...Well we should probably get back and start packing. Come along Harley." she said, slapping some money down on the table and leading her girlfriend out.

Meanwhile...

Young Harry was bleeding and trembling, curled up in the bowels of his cupboard after getting beaten by Vernon's fists. He hurt...he didn't want this...he wanted love...but he didn't deserve it. But...If somebody, anybody, would come along and decide to love him...He certainly wasn't going to turn them away... No matter what they did... So, too injured to move, he let the freakishness take hold and begin healing him...

*the next day, noon*

Harley, dressed like a normal person sadly, followed her hat wearing girlfriend out of the airport to their cab. "Number Four, Privet Drive. Quickly please." Ivy said hardly, realising how close she was to having a kid and taking over Gotham. Her heart was racing at what felt like Mach 10!

The cab driver scoffed in indignation. "No need for that tone-"

"Just drive, buster, she's in one of her moods." Harley whispered warningly in the man's ear. The man shrugged and took off down the highway. Ivy stared out the window the whole time. Harley tried her best to get her attention but she found one effective way of doing so... All she did was simply poke her in the sides, as Ivy was secretly VERY ticklish. "Harley, not now..." She tried to inch away from her girlfriend.

"Tickle tickle!~" Harley sang.

"Harley I-heh, heheh! HAHAHAHA! No! Harley!"

Harley simply began to get her in her pressure points, causing her to thrash about, maniacally laughing. When she stopped, Ivy glared at her and Harley gave her a hug. "I know...but Ya have to relax."

Ivy sighed. "I CAN'T relax, Harley...We're about to adopt a kid! What if he doesn't even want us?!"

Harley giggled sadistically. "He'll want us. You remember the plan yeah?" Ivy sighed...but it was true. The plan was pretty iron clad. They turned into that street...Ivy had them stop a few houses away and thanked the driver, paying before heading up the street in the setting sun. They'd been in the car longer than she'd thought! The two walked in silence, both thinking about the new family member they were taking under their roof. Ivy was nervous, Harley was...kind of giddy.

Then, they head something...

An agonized scream...

A CHILD'S agonized scream...

They rushed to the window and peeked in. What they saw was something that Joker would do! The little child was being kicked and hit with a rod by an overly large fat man. The little one HAD to be Harry! It was disgusting! Absolutely horrendous! The two women nodded at one another and Harley pulled on a clown mask and a hood, pulling out her mallet from nowhere and stomping over to the door?

With a battle cry, the blonde slammed her mallet into the door as hard as she could, knocking it right off its hinges and sending it crashing down to the floor.

Harry took the time Vernon had spent rushing to the door to hide behind a chair. He saw a strange figure standing in front of Uncle Vernon, suddenly hitting him with a mallet and sending him sprawling. Then she swig the mallet down on his head and turned away.

The mallet person wanted to kill him too probably! So with a scream he dashed out through the back door while Harley set to work on Petunia and a sleeping Aunt Marge. The barking of Ripper the bulldog could be heard from upstairs, but Harry ignored it and ran to hide behind a tree, hugging his knees and hyperventilating in a panic. He heard screaming from the house. The sounded like Aunt Marge and Aunt Petunia! He saw another figure try to emerge from the back door and Harry freaked, dashing over to the gate and breaking the rules by squeezing out of it and running towards town. Ivy sighed. They'd effectively scared him... She followed the little one at a brisk pace, changing into her usual get up, but with a trench coat over it to avoid suspicion.

Harry finally collapsed onto the sidewalk, unable to run any further due to his injuries. He prayed the killer wasn't still following him...If she was, he was a goner... Harry realized that being on the sidewalks meant that he could be seen! So he quickly crawled into an alley and tried to make himself tiny.

But, Harry had picked up some...child loving pursuers. As he stayed cuddled up to the trash can he saw one of the men walking up the alley. "Where'd 'e go?!" The child stiffened, squeaking in terror. More people had found him! He was in big trouble now...

Ivy had noticed the men following Harry and frowned. That wasn't part of the plan...What did they want with the boy? As Harry relaxed when the large man walked away, another pair of arms wrapped around his neck and pinned him against the wall. "I got him! Our new addition to the ring. Yeah...this one'll sell nicely." Harry started to cry. What did they want?! Why were they talking about a ring?! Harry almost fell unconscious before he heard the men scream and release him, dropping him down on to the ground.

Ivy growled in anger as the men were hung by her vines, and she turned her attention to the child. He was an absolute wreck...He was clearly traumatized from the experience of being abused, seeing his abusers killed, and then nearly having...THAT happen to him. Growling, she turned to the men still hanging from her vines, struggling and squirming to escape. "I'll let my partner deal with YOU." She spat, knowing Harley had picked a thing or two about torture up from her ex.

Harry curled up into a ball and attempted to look small again. Then...an angelic voice called out to him.

"Are you alright?" Groaning, he sat up to see a Redheaded lady staring down at him. Ivy had not intended for it, but...she was actually beginning to experience complete, genuine sympathy for this little boy...

Harry thought she was beautiful...but she was only being nice out of pity. He knew he was a freak. He flinched away when she reached out to touch him. Then, quite suddenly, he was snatched up into her arms, and held tightly against her bosom. He was surprised...but...he loved it... "I'm so sorry..." she whispered to him. Harry was enjoying the attention very much at the moment... Suddenly he was adjusted so the two were simply sitting in front of each other. "Hello there." she greeted.

Harry was disappointed. He wanted to be held more...But...She was still there, and that was good enough for him. He looked at her adoringly. "My name is Ivy. Can you tell me yours?"

Ivy knew what it was. She just wanted to hear his voice. "I-I'm...um..."

He looked confused...then Ivy realized that he didn't know it. They must've only used terms to describe him... She had to think of something...Luckily, she came up with a plan. "...I'll name you Harry, then. Harry Potter..." She tossed some ideas around her head before settling on a name she thought fit him perfectly. At least, she liked the name. "Harry Jester Potter-Isley."

Harry started to cry tears of joy. His own name...He had his own name now! This woman had given him more than he had ever had in his life... A name...A hug...All he needed was his teddy...Wait...His teddy was still back with the person who killed his family!

Harry suddenly heard a happy babbling from around the corner of the alley. He flinched and tried to hide inside Ivy' shoulder before she laid a gentle hand on his head. "It's alright. That's just my friend."

"Ivy, Ivy, I'm baaaack~! An' I brought this cute little bear for the little guy! Found it in a cupboard...Not sure why it was there, but it's cute."

Harry looked up at her and smiled smally. "My Teddy..."

Ivy awwed at him then introduced the two. "Harry, This is Harley. My Girlfriend. She and I had an offer for you." Harry looked at the pretty woman, then to the other pretty woman, who smiled and waved at him.

"W-what kind of...offer?"

Miss Harley grinned widely and Miss Ivy smiled. "Harry...you've suffered...so much. So me and Harley...want to...we want to be your mothers..." she told him gently.

Harry's breath hitched. He stared back and forth between the two women, completely unable to believe his good fortune... Mothers...He could have a family...? But...wasn't there supposed to be a daddy too? Harry shook his head. He didn't care in the slightest...They were kind, and that was all that mattered to him.

He started to tear up, growing emotional at the prospect of it all. The men dangling from the vines started to yell but were suddenly silent as the vines tightened. Harley motioned for Ivy to cover Harry's ears and she did. Harley pulled out her pistol and shot them both in the feet. "Leeet's...let Harley talk to the bad men alone, shall we?" Ivy said gently, carrying Harry away as Harley grinned sadistically. Half an hour later, Harley exited the alley with a satisfied look on her face and blood on her hands. Ivy had simply been rocking him back and forth on a bench outside a barber shop.

"Sooo...Now what are we gonna do, head back to Gotham or stick around here and see the sights?" Harley asked.

"g-gotham...?"

Ivy smiled and patted the bench next to her for Harley to sit down. Then she began to explain. "Now Harry. Where we come from, we aren't considered...good people." she was cut off by a hug from Harry. He was oddly affectionate...

"No...you're good..."

Ivy bit her lip. "Yes, to you we may SEEM good, but...really, we're...we're criminals..."

This was probably hurting their chances...but they had to be honest! In Harry's mind he almost grew scared. But then he remembered his oath. They showed him love...he wasn't giving it up. He shook his head. "I-I like you...y-you gave m-me a name..."

Harley blinked and turned to her partner in confusion. "You renamed him?" She asked with a tilted head.

"He didn't know his name. So I named him Harry Jester Potter-Isley." she told her sincerely.

Harley pouted. "Can't it be Isley-Quinzel? Jester is tacky..."

Ivy sighed. "All right, all right, Isley-Quinzel it is then." She conceded.

"Yay!" Harley cheered, clapping her hands. They were both interrupted by sudden tears. Harry had started crying and Ivy wasn't sure. Harley however, knew what was happening. He was overwhelmed.

She approached the other woman slowly. "...Hey, Ivy...Mind if I hold him for a bit?" She said softly, holding out her arms with a pleading look on her face.

Ivy nodded, "Course you can."

Then Ivy passed him to her and Harley started the Insta-Snuggle session. "Awww look at you! So widdle! I'm gonna put you in a panda suit, and constanly snuggle you!"

Ivy rolled her eyes. "Oh, Harley, you big softie." She said fondly, putting her hands on her hips with a smile.

"Oh shush Red. He loves it."

True to her word, he was tearfully smiling at he coddling and accepted the snuggles and the kisses from the only two people who'd ever been nice to him. Ivy stared at the little boy, and let a small smile grace her features. Harley smiled at her girlfriend. So her beloved Ivy was genuinely falling for the little child... She internally giggled, She probably wouldn't admit it for a long time. But the new small family would know. Ivy picked him out of the Jester's arms and carried him so he was reverse-piggy backing. "Now Harry, there are some rules you need to know for when we go home." she said, booping his nose.

Harry nodded. He could do rules. He was very good at following them. So, he looked up at his caregiver, awaiting the inevitable chore list. "Now there are some plants in my garden that are very dangerous and I need you to stay away from them. Please don't wander off into the streets of the city without me or Mama-Harley watching you. Also if you ever have a problem, please tell me." she said, listing them as she walked.

Harry nodded, then waited for the list of chores. He was confused when she said nothing more, however... "Um...What about the list of chores?" He asked timidly. "I have to earn my keep..."

"Oh right uh..." Ivy was lost on what to say.

Harley helped however, when she jumped in. "You have to do a pouty face at least once a day! Starting now!" she exclaimed, intending to get a cute look. Ivy scoffed.

"Honestly, Harley, you're such a child." Harley ignored her, instead opting to stare eagerly in anticipation of the cute face on the little boy.

Harry looked down. "I...don't k-kn-know how..."

Harley squeeled and clapped her hands. "Okay hun, stick out your bottom lip, then make your eyes big!" she ordered, and Harry did so hesitantly and looked back at her. Harley dropped and clutched her chest. "Oh my! It's so...cute!"

Ivy sighed. "Dear, drop the theatrics and let's go home already, okay?"

"IIIIIvyyyy, look at hiiiiim!" Harley whined.

Ivy rolled her eyes and did so, suddenly freezing and her mouth dropping open. "Ohmygoshthatisthecutestfacei'veeverseen!" she exclaimed, hugging the little one tightly against her chest. Harry smiled into her and waited, letting the heat that radiated off of her. Ivy blushed. "...Okay, yes...he IS cute...So what?" She said, mildly annoyed at her girlfriend. Harley snickered.

"Now who's the softie?" She teased.

Ivy sighed, "Come along Honeysuckle." she said affectionately to Harry, leading him to a cab and slipping in, Harley carrying the bags and babbling like a ditz. When they got to the Airport it was totally dark outside. Harry didn't know where they were though.

"Um...What is this place?" The child asked timidly. "It's..." He flinched at the sound of an airplane flying overhead. "R-R-Really, REALLY loud..."

Harley and Ivy nodded at each other knowingly. Harry hated loud noises... Harley snatched away Harry and covered his ears. "Sorry little guy!" She gently rocked him back and forth. "No worries, we'll be outta here before ya know it!"

"By the way, Harley, we do have some time before our flight...Let's get him fed."

Harley nodded, "Course! He's just a little skelelton. Who I bet is ticklish!" she said, starting to tickle the little guy. He began to laugh uncontrollably as Harley got a hold of him. Ivy laughed at the scene

After a minute, she gently took the boy away from his playful, clownish mother. "Okay, that's enough now. Don't give the poor thing a laugh attack."

Harley pouted but agreed and they simply took Harry over to a simple Coffee Shop and ordering Coffee's for them and a muffin and hot chocolate for the little one. He'd been so shy during ordering! Ivy eventually ordered his food for him since he could scarcely speak without squeaking in shyness and hiding behind Harley's leg. "Your son is so cute!" the barista complimented whilee making their order. She was brewing the coffee when she turned back to the two and smiled. "So...are you two...together?"

"Yep!" Harley declared proudly, holding Ivy's hand. "And we adopted Harry here really recently. We're one big happy family!"

The Barista smiled. "I'm glad! You all look very Happy together." she said, finishing her coffee and setting it on the counter. "Enjoy!" Ivy and Harley accepted their orders gratefully, and the barista came back with Harry's shortly afterwards. "Have a nice flight!" she called out, getting back to work while they sat in the seats. Harry looked at his giant muffin confusedly.

Harley saw him from the corner of her eye and raised a brow. "Hey, kid, what's goin' on? Aren't ya gonna eat your muffin?" She asked with a smile.

"I-I can eat all of it?" he asked, albeit silently. Harley gained a sad look and Ivy gently steered the ship.

"Of course you can. You can eat all the food you want when we get home."

Harry gave her an uneasy glance, then took a small bite out of his muffin. After that little nibble, he began attacking the pastry, devouring the chocolate chip muffin at a rapid pace.

Ivy and Harley grinned at the progress. In short time Harry had finished half the muffin. His face was colored brown. Harley giggled and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket. "Tch...You're all messy, little guy! Mama Harley's gonna clean you RIIIIGHT up!" She cooed happily as she cleaned the leftover muffin from the tiny boy's face. Harry giggled at the loving gesture and let Harley scrub him off. Ivy laughed at her coddling and ruffled Harry's head as she sat on her lap.

'I knew this was a good idea.' She thought with a smirk. 'A very, VERY good idea indeed...'

When they FINALLY boarded the flight Harry looked around in surprise. He'd never been on such a thing, and didn't know what it could do. Luckily, they had first class so their trip should be pleasant. And no one else went to Gotham anyway. The class was basically empty. The trio sat in silence for a good ten minutes, before Harley decided to break the silence. "So...Harry. Since we're alone...I think Ivy has something she needs to tell you."

Ivy was confused fit a moment before realization hit her. "Oh...Harry...I can do, strange things..• she told him, reaching into her bag to pull out some dirt in a cup she had saved.

Harry tilted his head curiously. "Really? Me too!" He said. "What can you do? I don't think it'll be freaky like the stuff I do..."

Harley and Ivy exchanged glances. So he was aware of his magic...but he called it freaky stuff. Ivy gave him a small smile and shook her head. "Watch this."

Holding the dirt cup she held her hand over it, a vine springing from the dirt and tickling Harry's face. He giggled at it and looked at her in awe. "Wow...That's so cool..." He said softly. "I wish my freaky stuff could do cool stuff like that..."

Harley grinned and Ivy laughed. "Honeysuckle...what if I told you that it could?" Ivy asked the meek child.

Harry looked at her in confusion. "Um...H-Huh? What do you mean? My freaky stuff is bad, and I can't ever do it...I need to be punished if I ever do it...Okay?" Harley and Ivy sandwhiched Harry in their hugs, leaving him comfy, confused and being in a position that most men would kill to be in.

"No... Harry-" Ivy started

"We won't-" Harley continued,

"EVER-" Ivy emphasised

"Hurt Ya." Harley finished,

Harry smiled tearfully. "Oh...Okay...Th-Thank...you..." He said softly, sounding ready to break down again at any moment. Still sandwhiched, the two vixens of Gotham rubbed his head in every effort to calm him and make him feel safe. It seemed to work as Harry attempted to hug both of them, but he couldn't have them both at the same time. The two women smiled at his struggle.

'EEEEEE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, HE'S SO DANG CUTE, WHY'S HE SO DANG CUUUUUUUUUTE?!' Harley internally gushed in delight.

'...He really is a sweet little thing...' Ivy thought to herself. 'A very sweet, innocent, pure little boy...'

Harry felt one more question, nagging at the back of his mind. Sleepily, he started his question. "Miss Ivy? Mi-" Harley wagged her finger and Harry corrected hismself."M-mama Ivy? Mama Harley?" he corrected.

"Yes Sweetie/Honeysuckle?" Ivy and Harley answered at the same time.

"H-how can there b-be two m-mommies..?"

Ivy and Harley exchanged glances. He was asking an innocent question...Oh boy...It was only fair they gave him a straight answer... "Well Harry...you've been brought up to know that a Mommy and Daddy get married correct?" Ivy started. Harry nodded in understanding.

"Well hun, turns out, Mommies and Daddies can get married to other Mommies and Daddies." Harley finished.

Harry looked at them and tilted his head, then nodded, showing he understood. So he would have two mommies...That was heaven to him... He smiled and looked up at both of his new guardians. "I-I like that idea...you two are so nice..." he said honestly.

And so, Harry enjoyed the presence of his new mothers...They were warm, and comfy, and they made him feel safe. Warm...warm...Hm... In a matter of moments, Harry had fallen asleep between them. They pulled away and tucked a blanket over him, making him a practical caterpillar before Ivy kidnapped the pile of blankets and warmed herself, AND got to snuggle with Harry. Harley pouted. "Heeeey...I wanna cuddle Harry toooo!" She whined. Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Give me a turn, dear."

"Fiiiine..." she groaned, counting the seconds. She didn't notice the vine that Ivy had planted grow to their size and wrap around the new mother and son. Ivy smiled, falling asleep. Harley smiled despite herself. Her lover was going to grow too attached to poor little Harry to even remember their plan at this rate. But...in hindsight that was most likely a good thing. Using an abused kids magic? Sick... Smiling, she nestled up next to Ivy's side, resting her head on her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she joined her lover and child in the land of dreams.

They awoke when the plane began to descend. Harry had been scared but they quickly shushed him with their presence. And so, the plane began to land, bringing Harry into his new life... And rest assured, this one would be better. It's a swear. He'd grow happy and healthy, the damage whittling away. He would be loved...