Disclaimer: Consensus says that Harry Potter is one of the biggest names in fiction, and that the Care Bears are making a comeback. Statistics show that the odds of big name companys like Rowling and Those Characters from Cleveland, etc, etc, handing over the rights to thier products to a 19 year old dishwasher on America's East Coast is about the same as the day known as the 33rd of Never actually passing. Personal opinion is that this is sad, because, as the aforementioned 19 year old dishwasher, I would believe my life complete if I could own Proud Heart Cat, Remus, Tonks, and Fred. Thank you
In the dead of the night, the cries of a young child pierced the night. Calling for his parents, a young boy wondered in tears through a wreckage sight that was once his house, where he lived with his parents. But in the dead of the night, the only thing that answered was his own echoes.
The boy's name was Harry Potter and he was two years old. At two, he was too young to understand what happened, that his parents, James and Lily, were dead and not coming back. Harry was too young to understand that his parents had been prominent fighters in a war against a terrorist who called himself the Dark Lord Voldemort and his followers, called Death Eaters.
He was too young to understand that he had rebounded the man's attack on his person, and defeat Voldemort.
As Harry wondered through the remains of his house, calling for his parents and clutching a stuffed griffin that seemed to actually move, he did not notice the strange vessel that landed in some nearby shrubbery. He did not notice the little yellow bear and purple horse that exited this vessel and headed in his direction. He didn't notice anything until he bumped into the horse.
Harry looked up through tear-filled emerald eyes at the strange object he had bumped into. Wiping away the tears and snot, he took a good look at the two-foot horse that stood before him on two legs, looking down on him sadly. Those eyes moved to the side as he caught the horse's bear companion move to stand beside it.
"Who you?" he asked with a sniffle. "Have you saw Mummy an' Daddy?"
"I'm sorry, little one, but your Mum and Dad are gone, and they aren't coming back. But my friend and I are here to take you home with us, if you want to come. Do you want to come home with us?"
"Mum gone? Dad gone? Pafoot gone?" asked Harry, more tears falling at this news.
The purple horse kneeled down so he was at eyes level with Harry and gently embraced the toddler. Harry took this as an invite to really start crying in earnest, soaking the horse's purple fur with his tears. The horse did not pull away, and the odd duo sat there for many long minutes, the boy crying, and the horse comforting. And the yellow bear watching from the side.
When Harry had finally run out of tears, the horse spoke again. "I don't know where your uncle has gone, little one, but we want to give you a family. We cannot replace your Mum and Dad, but we want to try. What do you say? Do you want to let us try?"
Harry, still sniffling and hiccoughing, nodded. "Be uncle, be aunt." He reached up a small hand to the horse, who took it in one fuzzy purple paw. He looked at the bear uncertainly for a moment before reaching out his other hand for it, and was rewarded by the yellow paw taking hold of it.
Harry was only two years old, and he did not understand just how much he would change the world he would once call home.
It was dark and cloudy. The cold air drifted through the buildings and posts, causing homeless men to shudder and pull their ratty clothes closer to their bodies. A few drunken patrons cursed extremely loudly at the temperature, while mothers quickly called in their children.
The stillness of the night air was pierced with a loud cry of a young child.
Very few noticed the cry, and those that did turned their heads away and rushed in the opposite direction of the noise. What did they care of some strange child? After all, it wasn't like it was their kid, now, was it?
The child cried out again, and again got no answer. Still, this child held all the stubbornness of youth, and continued to cry out and pierce the silence of the cloudy autumn night.
On the eighth cry, the child received an answer. It did not give a ninth cry as it watched a strange vessel stop not even ten yards away from where it sat. It remained silent as three figures climbed from the vessel and headed in her direction. Only one looked human.
The child watched as a boy her age, a yellow bear and a purple horse came to a stop in front of her. The girl, for it was a girl, had grimy blonde hair, and large eyes the same color as the clouds above her did during the day. She was in rags that suggested that she was without a home and she was bleeding from several large cuts all over her body.
The girl's name was Amber Moonwings, and she had just been beaten soundly by a vicious gang for unknowingly trespassing on their turf. Amber was two years old, and had run away from what remained of her home after witnessing her parents' gruesome murders.
Amber carried little with her, just two stuffed animals, a blanket and a couple pieces of jewelry that were family heirlooms. Amber did not know this, and wouldn't have understood if she had. She understood that her parents were never waking up again after they were killed, but she did not know why.
Cloud colored orbs watched through tears as the horse, bear and boy approached. She took in the boy's appearance, messy black hair and beautiful emerald eyes taking her in curiously. A lightening bolt scar, freshly cleaned and scabbed over, stood prominently on his forehead.
The bear gently leaned down and began to check over her wounds, while the horse spoke. Amber listened and watched and didn't truly understand any of it, even as the horse offered to take her home with them, and to fill her parents' shoes.
The boy offered some sense, telling her about his parents leaving and never coming back, and the horse and bear would be his aunt and uncle. It was said the normal language of two year olds, but that was okay, because that was the language Amber understood.
Amber agreed to come home with the horse, the bear and the boy.
Amber Moonwings was only two years old, and did not understand murder, death or abuse, all of which she had seen and suffered. But at two years old, she did understand that the horse, the bear and the boy would be her new family, just like she and her parents were once family.
And she did not understand that the world she would once have called home would change.
In the middle of a beautiful blue ocean, a small wooden boat sailed, guided by the winds and not seemingly headed in any particular direction then where wind and sea brought them. On the deck of the ship, there were only two figures, a yellow bear and a purple horse. The horse stood at the wheel of the ship, while the bear moved from the mast, where it had been looking through a spy glass, towards the wheel.
But the bear did not go all the way to the wheel, instead using hand motions to inform the horse that it was heading below deck. The horse nodded in understanding, warning the bear to be quiet, although only they would know why the bear had to be quiet when going below deck.
It turns out that the level below deck had been turned into a large makeshift nursery, and filling the many beds attached to one wall were many sleeping babies. A large portion of the babies were bear cubs of all colors, while others were of different animals. There was a lion, a cat, a dog, a penguin, a raccoon, and a monkey.
And in one special bed near the door, curled up together like it was the most natural thing in the world were the two most oddest of the lot. For in this bed were two human toddlers, only two years old, a girl and a boy. But though they were human, they were still orphans, and the horse and the bear did not see the need to turn them away any more then they did for the cat or the monkey.
The bear held up a lit lantern, making sure the light was dim so as to not wake any of the cubs, and made sure that everything was fine. The dog was sharing a bed with the cat, and it accidentally woke the cat as it dreamed, but the cat just gently pawed her bedmate and went back to sleep.
The peace was disturbed by a large clap of thunder, and the bear turned back to the stairs to the deck, startled. It quickly gathered two raincoats and hats and, pulling it's own on, headed above deck and made its way to the horse, handing the horse the other coat and hat.
The horse quickly pulled on the raingear as it attempted to keep control of the boat, and neither noticed the two human cubs toddling up the stairs to the main deck, where they watched from the doorway. Two pairs of eyes, one cloud grey, the other emerald green, went wide as the ship's mast fell, nearly crushing the horse and the bear.
When the large red thing that looked like some sort of Chinese dragon curled out of the ocean, the boy and the girl watched as the horse and the bear tried to beat the creature back and make it go away.
The boy exchanged glances with the girl. The girl held out her small hand. The boy's eyes glowed almost eerily as he took it and together the two humans began to glow. (although they did not see this.)
A beam of light, almost pure white in color, streaked past the bear and the horse and struck the dragon, which roared in pain and rage. Neither the bear nor the horse took the time to admire or puzzle out the beam, instead using the time to stick the broken mast pole in the dragon's open jaws, preventing them from closing.
Another beam of almost white light struck the dragon yet again, and the creature began weaving back and forth, not at all happy with this. As it fought with the mast and tried to heal itself from the damage inflicted by the light beams, it lost its chance to destroy the ship, which was quickly carried away from it on a rainbow.
The bear and the horse glanced around, both to ensure the safety of each other and to find out if they could spot the source of the beams. Their gazes came to rest on the still slightly glowing humans even as the boat was transformed into a boat of fluffy white clouds with a star sail.
The horse and the bear quickly gathered the other cubs and brought all of them to the top deck, over towards the bow. Another glance at the humans showed that they were no longer glowing, but were looking at them with wide smiles.
They came to a stop in front of the largest star any of them had ever seen.
"Well done my little star and heart buddies. Our search is now over. We have found the two creatures whose love and kindness for others is so great that it sets them apart from the rest of the world. From this day forth, because of their great love and caring, these two shall be known as True Heart Bear and Noble Heart Horse. And as they have helped and protected the little orphan cubs, they shall help others to share their feelings and protect them from Dark Heart's evil." The star said, to a little star and a little heart. The bear and the horse giggled and gasped, respectively, as their pale colored tummies were adorned with symbols.
The bear now had a multicolored star with a heart in its center, while the horse had the inverse, the star in the center of the heart. It also appeared that they had names, True Heart and Noble Heart, which were odd names. Still, the only ones who would've cared would have been True and Noble themselves.
The two human toddlers giggled as they stared up at the star, pointing and gibbering in their talk. The star, known as the Great Wishing Star, glanced down at the two humans, looking only faintly surprised. The Great Wishing Star smiled as the girl made to reach out for him, and said nothing about their not being precisely animal cubs.
The Great Wishing Star knew almost everything.
The horse and the bear took their orphaned children to a beautiful kingdom on the clouds known as the Kingdom of Caring. There, True Heart and Noble Heart looked after the cubs and kept an eye on a special heart shaped clock-like object known as the Caring Meter that let them know the level of caring on earth.
As the odd little family of Care Bears and Care Bear Cousins settled in, the babies got their own symbols and names, signifying their importance to the family. Soon, it was time for the Care Bears' first mission, and True Heart headed to earth, leaving Noble Heart to watch the cubs on his own.
For the most part, the two humans weren't all that much trouble. Odd for two year olds, they were quite happy to play with each other and the other cubs. The boy had been an odd baby from the start, rarely fussing or crying or anything. The girl, while a tad fussier, wasn't that bad, considering. For the most part, her father's beard scared her, and she didn't like the scratchiness of it either.
As they settled in with their new family, the two humans gave up their human names and customs, becoming Care Bears. The boy stopped being known as Harry, and instead went by Thunderheart. Along with his new name came his very own tummy symbol, kinda. A large heart-shaped cloud with a bolt just like his scar. He would eventually add "Bear" to it.
The girl ceased using Amber as a name, getting Starwing as a name instead, alongside trio of winged stars on her tummy.
Okay, the two humans didn't have tummy symbols the same way as the other cubs. Instead, they had the power of magic; theirs combined with the Care Bear magic just granted them, to access in any way they saw fit. However, they still had symbols, as all their clothes featured the symbol the same way the other cubs had their's on their tummies.
Thunderheart and Starwing didn't particularly like being put down for naps, but they went without too much fuss, and Noble Heart didn't mind getting splashed when he helped them take bathes as much as he minded with, say, Lotsa Heart Elephant, who always deliberately used his trunk to spray him.
After all, most of the splashes were aimed at one another, rather then Noble Heart.
Thunderheart and Starwing were still awake when True Heart came back with two blonde kids named John and Dawn. They appeared to be twins, and they seemed decidedly uncertain about staying behind to baby sit when Noble insisted on helping True Heart, since they thought the attack was Dark Heart, and one bear (or cousin) wasn't a match for him.
John and Dawn, although uncertain, rallied and the two leaders of the Family left for their mission, leaving the cubs and the kids behind. All of them, save Thunderheart, Starwing and Swift Heart Rabbit (Who had snuck along with True Heart in the first place), were sound asleep.
Not for long, sadly.
Swift Heart wasn't happy to be left behind and began crying, starting the other cubs to tears as well. Thunderheart and Starwing, more curious then upset about these two new strangers, remained silent as John and Dawn tried and failed to figure out what to do.
The Star and Heart Buddies rallied to the cause, however, showing the two kids the diapers and the bottles. After this, John and Dawn began the job of changing diapers and bathing before settling the cubs back into their beds with bottles. It went even smoother with some help from the automated machine like device that took care of the dirty diapers and sent the cubs through the showers.
At first, John and Dawn were rather stunned by the appearance of the two toddlers, recognizing them as human kids. However, they did not pause to ponder it as they moved them along the assembly line, as it were, wanting to focus on all of the cubs' need first. They could worry about the fact that two cubs were human later.
In seemingly no time at all, all the cubs had clean diapers, a bottle and were tucked into bed, and were once again asleep, John and Dawn taking two cubs to feed for themselves. Dawn, drawn to poor Grumpy Bear, whose diaper was on his head and whose bottle had been inserted into his mouth bottom first, gently cuddled the poor blue bear cub.
John, on the other hand, was drawn by Thunderheart, who was watching him with startling emerald eyes, and carefully held him, uncertain how to treat him. Thunderheart, while a cub in many ways, was also a two year old human, and most two year olds didn't really like being held like they were still infants. Thunderheart, on the other hand, was perfectly content to be held like such.
And when Noble Heart and True Heart returned late that evening, they found John, Dawn, Grumpy and Thunderheart sound asleep in rocking chairs, and the other cubs sound asleep in their own beds.
And they simply covered the two babysitters and turned in for the night.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, in an unknown location in Scotland, an old man had his face buried in his wrinkled old hands. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore and he was Headmaster of a special school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And he was not having an easy time of it, which would surprise someone who didn't know him very well.
For you see, Albus had been a leader in a war that had just recently ended, and parties and celebrations were still ongoing, but Albus couldn't partake in the festivities. For one, two of his best fighters, James and Lily Potter, had been killed in what many were already dubbing the Final Battle. For another, he knew the opposition in the war, a man called the Dark Lord Voldemort, wasn't truly gone.
Not to mention that his destroyer, James and Lily's two year old son Harry, was gone and no one could find even his body.
James and Lily had already been mourned and buried in Godric Hollow Cemetery, and he currently had several people on the look out for their son. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, close friends of the Potters and Harry's godfathers, were two of them.
Well, at least that was something going right. When Sirius had been apprehended by the Ministry of Magic, it was for the crimes of being a Death Eater (Voldemort's followers) and leading the Dark Lord to the Potters. This, they learned at his trial, was incorrect.
The real betrayer was one Peter Pettigrew, who was currently escaping via his illegal rat form. Peter was now a wanted man, and Sirius was allowed to go free, where he immediately joined Remus, a werewolf, in searching for his missing godson.
However, there was no trace of the boy, and it was very worrying. According to Remus and Sirius, Harry's scent was joined by two strange scents which all eventually ended several dozen yards away from the ruined cottage where the Potters used to live.
And there was nothing left to be found of either Harry or the people he followed.
"I don't think he's in danger, though." Remus commented when he brought this information to the Headmaster. "For one, the other two scents weren't even remotely human, and the intentions we can guess from the scents aren't dangerous. They seem to care for him, and probably took him in."
In danger or not from these two strangers, there was still the fact that he had vanished into thin air, and that wasn't good. Already the wizarding world was proclaiming him their Savior, and the fact that he was alive garnered him the nickname the Boy-Who-Lived.
Albus wanted to find him, but that seemed impossible. Soon, the celebrations would die down, and hopefully the population of Wizarding Britain would be willing to help locate their missing Savior. But these things still remained to be seen.
Albus couldn't have known that Harry Potter had ceased to exist that night, much like his parents, but not in the same sense. They would never find Harry Potter, nor ever see him again. If they did come across him, they would come across Thunderheart, the Care Bear, and dedicated to his new family and their mission.
After all, no one in the Wizarding world had ever heard of them, or Care-a-lot, their kingdom in the clouds. And they wouldn't for a very long time to come.
But that was just fine. After Thunderheart came, they would stop at nothing to get their Savior back, and that was something that was impossible to do. After all, Thunderheart had stopped being Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived the same night that James and Lily ceased to live.
But these things were not here or there, and that is all you need to know.
Wow, look! I actually have an original idea! It's amazing, this is one of the few things I didn't read and decide to twist for my own purposes. Why I'm putting it here, I don't know, but I am and I ask that you please review and be nice to me. Flames make me cry...