London, England, 1 November 1998.

Greg Lestrade, 28, has been married for two years, has been a police officer for three years, and currently works in the Scotland Yard Anti-Pornography Unit. It has always been Lestrade's dream to become a police officer, and he has indeed worked so hard to do it, step by step into the police academy to Scotland Yard, and from a rookie to a sleek police officer.

Seriously, three years have really made him a lot more sleek, at least in the recent past he hasn't done anything to defy his boss.

He's coming home a little late today,, today was supposed to be a happy night for him and his beautiful wife, working hard for their baby.

It stands to reason that a man like this would not like to have a child soon, but as an orphan who grew up with his adoptive parents who now live in France, Lestrade loves children very much and longs to come to a football team.

If he can afford it.

"Damn it, where's the streetlight!"

In order to hurry up and pass through the relatively remote road, the road that usually has street lights is dark today, he frowned and thought: "There is a power outage?" ”

It was then that he heard a cry, which seemed to come from the door of a house, and he gritted his teeth and ran forward. The weather in England is erratic, and for some reason it suddenly means that it is going to snow, and the cry is louder.

Lestrade ran two steps, sighed, stopped, turned and ran to the cry.

He found the place where the cry was heard, a baby was crying in a basket wrapped in a thick quilt, and he picked up the baby and shook it gently.

Lestrade knocked on the door of the house as he coaxed the baby, thinking that the damn one had put such a cute baby outside.

It's even damn cold today.

Lestrade took off his clothes and wrapped them tightly around the baby.

"Anyone? Excuse me, anyone? ”

No matter how hard he knocked on the door, there was no sound inside for a long time, he scolded a sentence starting with F, and took out a flashlight from his pocket to illuminate the door number of this person's house,

Dursley, the family's last name.

"Hey, Mr. Dursley, are you there?"

He knocked harder on the door, not asking him why he didn't use the doorbell, because it was broken.

His voice finally woke up the person next to him, and he saw an old gentleman come out of the house next to him, and he shone his flashlight at Lestrade, "Who are you?" ”

"Hello, sir. May I ask Mr. Dursley, are they not there? ”

Lestrade asked politely, squinting his eyes.

"Dursley? They had just gone out, just half an hour earlier. ”

Lestrade let out an exclamation, get out?! At this time, at half past eight?!

Then the old gentleman briefly explained, yes, just half an hour ago their son Dudley Dursley seemed to have eaten something bad, so the husband and wife, who loved their precious son so much, drove him to the hospital.

"Do you have something to do with them, sir?"

Lestrade looked at the little baby biting his finger in his arms and shook his head silently, "It's okay, it's okay, thank you, sir." ”

He should understand that as a parent is worried about his child's heart, yes, if he has such a little baby, he will also go out at half past eight or even later.

When there were only two of them left, Lestrade looked at the little cutie in his arms and smiled, the baby was trying to reach out to touch Lestrade at this time, leaking out small teeth and pink tongue, looking very charming.

"Oh my God, you're such a little angel. How can anyone bear to put you here, it's too much! ”

Lestrade, who likes children very much, really can't stop such a sweet smile, and he drops a kiss on the baby's head, which causes the baby to giggle.

A piece of paper fell out of the baby's package, and Lestrade bent down to pick it up, with a name written on it.

Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter." He read the name once, then looked at the baby in his arms and smiled, "Is this your name?" ”

The baby didn't understand anything yet, he clapped his hands and was still smiling.

God, Lestrade is almost already hooked on him, it's so charming little angel.

"We can go to your parents and let me see who left you here, and I'll teach them a good lesson, you say, Harry?"

Little Harry yawned and sighed, looking like he was about to sleep.

"Would you like to go home with me, then? If you don't object, I'll say yes. ”

So Lestrade happily returned to his happy home with the baby named Harry Potter in his arms.

Although Lestrade didn't have an intimate night with his wife that day, he did have a cherub named Harry Potter.

Maybe it's destined to be Greg Lestrade and Harry Potter, after finding acquaintances to check their identities, he can be sure that Harry's parents have died, and the door where he met Harry is where Harry's only relatives live, Mrs. Dursley is Harry's aunt, a very close relative, but it is a great pity that there was a huge car accident at the intersection not far from there last night, and all three members of the family were killed in the car that was hit, their names are Dursley, Now Harry's last relatives are gone.

Harry Potter was orphaned.

There are only two ways to face Harry Potter, one is to be sent to an orphanage, and the other is to find a family who wants to adopt a child.

To be honest, Lestrade didn't agree with the first option, he had spent some time in the orphanage in his early years, and he knew that it was really not suitable for children, and who knew if Harry's family would choose him in the future.

So Harry now had only one choice, to find a family to be adopted.

There is still a French romance in Lestrade's bloodline, and he believes in fate, as if he had fallen in love with his wife at first sight, and that is their fate.

And with Harry, that night was destined to meet, and perhaps their little family could now be filled with a child.

Before his wife returned, he hugged Harry, who had woken up, and he nodded at Harry's nose and said with a smile, "So, Harry, would you like to be my son?" ”

Answering Lestrade was Harry's unique laugh.

"My dear little angel, did you say yes?"

Lestrade laughed like a fool.

If he knew that picking up Harry Potter was just the beginning, he didn't know how he would feel.

Seven years later-

London, United Kingdom.

After seven years, Lestrade is no longer the little policeman in the anti-pornography group, he has become the inspector of Scotland Yard step by step by relying on his own efforts, has his own separate office, has many helpers, has a stable income, and has a harmonious family, but he is single.

On an ordinary weekend morning, when Lestrade's vacation was reimbursed because he still had work at hand, he saw Lestrade get up from bed and put on his neat suit in a hurry, thanking God that at least he wasn't late, and he still had fifteen minutes to get ready to go out.

His bear child had also woken up, and it was so noisy and noisy.

Restrade appeared in the living room with his furry hair on his head, and he took a deep breath as he watched the noisy bear children.

"Oh my God, what are you doing!"

In London, England, in the living room of Inspector Lestrade, his little princess is now floating in mid-air, turning blue again.

“Goodmorning，Dad～”