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Eight years ago Petunia Daisy Dursley gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Her sweetheart face and blonde hair made the young girl a freak among the Dursley's, and they have despised her existence ever since. Harry James Potter has raised her since birth, but when he leaves her at the Dursley's to go to Hogwarts, and finds the girl's back bathed in bruises, he is determined to protect her. With his life.

CHAPTER 1

"H-Harry? Daddy? Harry, wake up daddy!" A young hoarse voice roused one Harry James Potter from his fitful slumber.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes with the pads of his thumbs, the 15 year old boy blearily glanced up from his spot on his small twin bed that had been placed directly under the window of his small room. Closing his eyes briefly against the pale light filtering under the ragged floral curtain fluttering above him, he relaxed for a moment in the silence, until a small sniffle was heard.

Harry opened his eyes and winced at the light again, rubbing his eyes thoroughly before opening them fully. Sitting in front of the black-haired teenager, a small girl of about 6 blinked at him with her large emerald eyes, glistening with the promise of soon to come tears.

Despite his weariness, Harry scrambled up from his laying position on the bed, and pulled the young girl to his chest, wrapping his scrawny arms around the girls even scrawnier body. He cooed quietly to the girl, rocking his upper body slightly back and forth as he whispered sweet reassurances in her small ears.

"What's wrong my dear, sweet Alyssa?" He murmured softly, the girl – Alyssa – turning to bury her head in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. Alyssa tensed, her grip on Harry's shirt tightening. Harry stroked her hair – a gorgeous strawberry blonde colour she obviously hadn't received from her 'family' – and cooed again.

"D-Dad and Mum were talking 'bout me again. 'Bout how I look like my Daddy." She paused here, her nose scrunching at her confusion. Alyssa buried her head back into Harry's chest. "I don' know why that's bad, D-Daddy. I look pretty, don' I?" Harry nodded instantly, laying a soft kiss on her forehead.

"They also said that they could get rid of me, 'cause I'm not 'normal'. What's normal, papa?" Alyssa asked curiously, her tears forgotten in the stead of the question.

"The Dursley's are normal, dear." Harry answered patiently, and Alyssa made a noise of disgust.

"Can they get rid of me, Harry? Jus' 'cause of the yucky drink that made me be your family?"

Harry sighed tiredly, hugging her tightly. He stroked her soft hair in comfort, and placed his chin on top of her head in comfort. It was true, unfortunately, in the way that his little girl Alyssa was a Dursley, and had been born into the wretched household he loathed to call a family. She had never fit in with the family, though, and they had never made any effort to change that. It was Harry who saw the potential in the young newborn girl, and it was Harry who raised her to be the girl she was today; a sweet, innocent girl.

"Good for nothing brat!" Harry had heard his Uncles' shout moments before he burst through the back door, into the yard. He turned to face his overweight relative, curiosity spiking when he spied the pink bundle in Vernon's arms.

"Making me spend my hard-earned money to get Petunia into a private hospital, best doctors flocking to her aid, and all for what? A worthless girl, that's what." Uncle Vernon hissed furiously, his face colouring as he kept his voice down to stop the neighbours hearing anything. After all, they had a rep to protect.

Harry strained his neck to look into the pink splotchy face of the wailing newborn girl and cringed. Vernon seemed to share this sentiment and shoved the child at him.

"Your responsibility now, boy. Keep it out of my way, or so help me I will kill it." Vernon's face scrunched up gruesomely as Harry moved the pink blanket out of her face and stared at the light blonde hair framing her chubby splotchy face.

"What's her name?" Harry called to his retreating Uncle, who froze while shutting the door.

"Didn't name the wretched thing." He grunted."Not my job, nor will I make it my job."

The wailing had stopped by this time, and Harry turned to look at the babe again, finding she had pale blue eyes, though the white surrounded the colour had been tinged red from her crying.

Harry thought that even with snot dribbling out of her button nose, blonde hair mused from the blanket, and her face splotchy and red; she was the most beautiful little thing he had ever laid eyes on. And he knew straight away that though he was merely a child himself at nine, he wouldn't let this darling baby girl grow up like he did; unloved and unsure of his name.

"Alyssa," Harry hugged the newly dubbed Alyssa close to his chest. "Alyssa... Lilian Potter."

A happy gurgle was heard from the bundle of blankets, and Harry smiled.

It had been the summer at the end of his fifth year when he had made a detour to Diagon Alley. Why, you may ask? To purchase a blood adoption potion. The potion had been bought from Gringotts, of course. But nonetheless, it would do the same thing. Legally make Alyssa a Potter. After seeing how she had looked when he arrived home, he knew he had to act now; he wasn't going to let her stay a Dursley any longer.

With hunched shoulders and a secret smile on his face, the fifteen year old boy sneakily made his way from Gringotts to the muggle side of London. Discreetly slipping the vial of red potion into his pocket, the tip of his wand peeked out of his sleeve, hand having had retreated so that muggles would never see it. The violently purple Knight Bus arrived in front of him and he stumbled aboard, handing the correct money to Stan, and he fell onto one of the beds as the Bus shot forward at incredible speeds. He grabbed the bedpost steadily.

Harry had decided that he would put forward the idea of Alyssa officially becoming his family, to the little girl herself; but had been slightly hesitant about doing so.

He needn't of worried.

When the Bus skidded to a stop and Harry fell out of it dizzily with his trunk, he saw the most amazing sight in the world. Alyssa sitting on the front steps with her head in her hands, looking out at the road. When she spotted Harry, her face lit up and she positively beamed at him, scrambling up and leaping across the front garden to get to him.

"Ha- Samuel!" Alyssa shrieked in absolute joy, throwing her arms around his waist and squeezing. Harry was quick to drop his trunk and recuperate the hug, grasping her tightly in his grip. "You're late..."

"Sorry little one," Harry pulled back and stooped to her level, looking her in the eyes as he grasped her shoulders. "It won't happen again, okay?"

Pulling the young girl in for another hug, Harry was surprised to hear Alyssa utter a small gasp at the sudden contact. He pulled back quickly, holding her shoulders loosely.

"What's wrong?" Harry demanded, glancing back at the Dursley household behind Alyssa. There was movement in the lounge room window and Harry scowled at the retreating face of his cousin Dudley. "Was it them?"

When he received no answer from the young girl, he took her into the house to their small bedroom. Harry let out a small growl when he pulled the shirt up past her ribs and he saw the deep purple bruises littering her belt, with welts raised on top of the purpled skin.

Questioning Alyssa about the bruises was a long and painful time; especially when the young girl was sniffing and wiping her nose every five seconds. Eventually Harry found out that during a bout of accidental magic turning Aunt Marge's dog a violent shade of pink, Vernon had brought out the thin leather belt that Harry had been acquainted to earlier in his life.

After this confession from Alyssa, Harry tentatively offered the adoption papers he had mailed to him a few weeks ago forward, and carefully prick her finger with a sewing needle Aunt Petunia had left out.

The potion hadn't changed much personality-wise, she was still a sweet, loving girl. But it did change her appearance significantly.

Upon consuming the potion, Alyssa's once sleek and silky blonde curls had straightened and layered itself down her back messily, much like Harry's own untameable hair. The colour of the hair itself darkened from a pale blonde, to a dark strawberry-blonde, and her eyes had faded from a pale blue to a vibrant green, with flecks of hazel through them. Her nose had then shortened from it's straight slope, to a gentle curve, ending in a slight upturn, while her lips changed from her original, pale pink thin ones to slightly less than full, coral pink lips. Her cheekbones were more noticeable, and her skin had darkened a couple of shades.

All in all, Alyssa Lillian Potter was now an equal mix of Lily Grace and James Charlus Potter, with the lingering remains of a Dursley background.

Afterwards, Harry knew that the coming school year would see him leaving Number 4, Privet Drive with Alyssa; he was not leaving her with their so called family. He would bring the small girl with him to Grimmauld Place, and then on to Hogwarts, regardless of whether Dumbledore wanted the girl there or not.

Her tearstained face only further cemented that plan.

No, Harry thought to himself as he lay back down next to Alyssa in the bed, the pale morning light no longer annoying the teenager, she will be safe and she will be loved, no matter what he had to do.

Alyssa rolled over to face Harry and snuggled into his chest, making a small content noise as she did.

Yes, he would keep her safe.

Hey guys!

I'm Kiwi, and I have adopted 's Safe and Sound!

I have changed a few things (I'm sorry don't kill me!) that made it seem easier for me, and just because I wanted to.

So, first of all: ages. It states in the original Safe and Sound that Harry was 7 when Alyssa was thrown at him. That made her 8 during the rest of the original story. I believed her mannerisms and speech were not that of an 8 year old, even if she had been schooled by Harry.

So I made her 6. Which therefore made Harry 9 when he was tasked with the joy of raising a child. Even with the way Vernon is portrayed in this story, I do not believe he would've of tasked his nephew (who was basically his servant) with the responsibility of a child at the young age of 7.

One, because Vernon would of lost a valuable resource [Harry].

Two, because no one in their right mind would make a 7 year old raise a child, despite how awfully they thought of said child.

Overall, Harry's older when he gets Alyssa, Alyssa's younger in the current story. Younger child = more mishaps in a giant magical ancient castle = more fun! Geddit?

Then, names: Harry was not going to Hogwarts at the time when he received Alyssa, in either version of the story. It seems like an incredible coincidence that he dubs the girl Alyssa Lily, even if he did just 'like the name'. He gets to Hogwarts and is like: 'hey guys, this is alyssa lily potter, what a coinkydink right?!'

No. Lilian sounds more like what Harry would name the girl, if we are going along with the elegant sounding names. Just like Mary Jane just fits. Maria Jane = no, Mary Jane = yes. Alyssa Lily = no, Alyssa Lilian = yes.

(also I've given Petunia, Lily, and James middle names shush)

Sooo, those should be the only two major things I've changed, and I hope you stick around for the rest of the [written and unwritten] story!

Kiwi c: