TITLE: I knew Harry Potter
CHAPTERING: 1/?
SUMMARY: After Harry's Death, his friends and companions, reflect on where they are now and how they got there, as well as Harry himself.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these character's, they all belong to JK Rowling, I'm just playing with them.
AUTHORS NOTE: Yep it's me again, this is an usual, type of story for me, I'm not totally sure where I'm going with it, but i thought it would be fun, I'm also starting another more conventional story, and both will be updated at least once a week, please review, I'll reply and most likely review your stories.
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THE LUPINS
"Mummy, Mummy!" A young girl came running into the small, cosy, living room where her parents were sitting.
The girl, who had long brown hair, seemed to be about 10 years of age and was closely followed by a boy a couple of years younger who had the same brown hair but his was curly and cut quite short.
The boy stopped before a young woman and smiled, "Helen said that you knew Harry Potter," The boy shot a glance at the girl that was stood behind him.
Helen grinned "You did! Didn't you mummy?, that's who Harry was named after wasn't he?" She finished with a triumphant smile.
Harry pulled a face at Helen while his mum just nodded, "That's right, I did."
An even younger boy, of about 3 with light brown hair, gasped, "You Knew Harry Potter?"
"Um Hum, So did your father!" his mother replied as she looked at her youngest son. His mouth fell open even further as he turned to look at his Dad who was sat in an arm chair by the window, the newspaper he had been reading in his lap, he just smiled down at his son as all three children ran up around his chair.
The Man although not that old, appeared tired and drawn, looking even older against his young wife, who must only have been 28, he had to be at least 20 years her senior, his light brown hair speckled with grey and clear wrinkles around his eyes.
He sighed, folded his paper, placed on the floor and gave a smile to his wife. She stood up and moved over to the fire place taking a photograph of it and passed it down so that the three children could see it.
"There!" She said as she pointed to a young boy of about 17 standing in the middle of the photo, his black hair as messy as ever was blowing in the wind, his glasses askew and lighting scar that decorated his forehead clearly visible. On his left stood a girl with long wavy brown hair, and on his right a flaming red-headed boy. All three were waving merrily.
"Is that you?" said Helen surprised pointing to the girl.
Her mother smiled warmly, "Yes, we went to school together, we were fairly good friends."
The man chuckled, "Fairly good," he said with a smile playing at the edge of his lips, "You three were inseparable." Although his wife smiled back, the sadness was clear in her hazel eyes, they were full and glassy at the memories of her school days.
"So, who's that?" Harry asked, pointed to the red-head.
"Oh," his mother replied fondly, "That's Ron, he was also a good friend, we did everything together when we were at hogwarts."
Helen's eyes lit up, "I can't wait till I can go," she whispered rather dreamily, more to herself than anyone else.
Harry had gone over to his father and climbed on his knee, "How'd you know him dad?" he asked suspiciously. Helen climbed onto the arm of his chair and looked expectantly at him waiting for an answer.
"Well..." He said rather evasively, "It's a long story," he looked over at the young women, hoping for help.
She simply sat down on the floor in front of him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, with a quick "James!" She dislodged the youngest of the three children, who was also trying to climb onto his father's lap, and sat him in her own lap, waiting for her husband's explanation.
His face contorted in thought, he decided to go with the easy way out, "I taught him," was the reply.
Harry quickly piped up with further questions, "Really, when you were teaching at hogwarts, when was that? Was he good? What was he like?"
But before the man got a chance to answer, he was interrupted by his daughter, "Wait a minute, that would mean that you taught mum." The woman on the floor shuffled nervously, while her husband went a rather unflattering shade of red.
"Yes, well, erm, that's right yes, anyway." he paused and calmed slightly, the two children were grinning widely, "never mind," he continued, "why did you want to know anyway?"
"Oh" said Helen, "We were just talking, I said that I got my name from grandma and then Harry asked where he got his name from, and I said Harry Potter, and he didn't believe me."
Harry shot a scowl at his sister while his father chuckled quietly, "Yes, you were named after Harry," He smiled at his children, "We were going to call Helen, Harry if she had been a boy, you were born just after Harry died," he directed his last comment to the eldest who smiled weakly.
Harry, who seemed to have been thinking spoke up, with yet another question, "Well, if Helen was named after Gran, and I was named after Harry Potter, then who was James named after?" He looked confused.
Their mother smiled up at her husband and shifted the child in her lap to the other side, he was beginning to get sleepy and had his head laid against his shoulder.
The man smiled and looked at his children before replying "James Potter," then at seeing their confused looking faces elaborated, "Harry Potter's father, he was a very good friend of mine when we were at school," The two children sat by him noticed for the first time that evening the sadness showing in his eyes and knew not to press further, they, of course having being brought up as wizards and witches knew all about the Potter's and their importance in Voldemort's downfall.
Their father looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, "Ok you two, it's getting late now, off to bed." The two children protested but a stern look sent them on their way with nothing more than a good night to both of their parents.
The woman looked up and gave him a weak smile, he rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers and stood up, she followed suit and placed the youngest Lupin, sleeping, onto the sofa. He looked into her eyes and smiled at the sight of his son, she positively beamed back and whispered, "If only Harry could see us now,".
He smiled again, "Hermione," he said simply.
"Remus," was her only reply she then planted a gentle kiss onto his lips, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her nearer.
They broke off the kiss and she placed her head lovingly on his shoulder, then looking at James said, "We really, should get him up to bed,"
With a simple nod Remus gathered his son up in his arms and headed to the door. When he reached it he turned round to look at his wife, she was holding the photograph and staring intently and the smiling faces.
She looked up at him and thought aloud, "I wonder where Ron is now!"
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A/N - ok let me know what you think, please review. Next chapter will be posted shortly, this one's about Ron. I quite like this situation, ya know Hermione, Remus and the Kids, maybe I'll write a fic about them, what do you think.
CHAPTERING: 1/?
SUMMARY: After Harry's Death, his friends and companions, reflect on where they are now and how they got there, as well as Harry himself.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these character's, they all belong to JK Rowling, I'm just playing with them.
AUTHORS NOTE: Yep it's me again, this is an usual, type of story for me, I'm not totally sure where I'm going with it, but i thought it would be fun, I'm also starting another more conventional story, and both will be updated at least once a week, please review, I'll reply and most likely review your stories.
*****
THE LUPINS
"Mummy, Mummy!" A young girl came running into the small, cosy, living room where her parents were sitting.
The girl, who had long brown hair, seemed to be about 10 years of age and was closely followed by a boy a couple of years younger who had the same brown hair but his was curly and cut quite short.
The boy stopped before a young woman and smiled, "Helen said that you knew Harry Potter," The boy shot a glance at the girl that was stood behind him.
Helen grinned "You did! Didn't you mummy?, that's who Harry was named after wasn't he?" She finished with a triumphant smile.
Harry pulled a face at Helen while his mum just nodded, "That's right, I did."
An even younger boy, of about 3 with light brown hair, gasped, "You Knew Harry Potter?"
"Um Hum, So did your father!" his mother replied as she looked at her youngest son. His mouth fell open even further as he turned to look at his Dad who was sat in an arm chair by the window, the newspaper he had been reading in his lap, he just smiled down at his son as all three children ran up around his chair.
The Man although not that old, appeared tired and drawn, looking even older against his young wife, who must only have been 28, he had to be at least 20 years her senior, his light brown hair speckled with grey and clear wrinkles around his eyes.
He sighed, folded his paper, placed on the floor and gave a smile to his wife. She stood up and moved over to the fire place taking a photograph of it and passed it down so that the three children could see it.
"There!" She said as she pointed to a young boy of about 17 standing in the middle of the photo, his black hair as messy as ever was blowing in the wind, his glasses askew and lighting scar that decorated his forehead clearly visible. On his left stood a girl with long wavy brown hair, and on his right a flaming red-headed boy. All three were waving merrily.
"Is that you?" said Helen surprised pointing to the girl.
Her mother smiled warmly, "Yes, we went to school together, we were fairly good friends."
The man chuckled, "Fairly good," he said with a smile playing at the edge of his lips, "You three were inseparable." Although his wife smiled back, the sadness was clear in her hazel eyes, they were full and glassy at the memories of her school days.
"So, who's that?" Harry asked, pointed to the red-head.
"Oh," his mother replied fondly, "That's Ron, he was also a good friend, we did everything together when we were at hogwarts."
Helen's eyes lit up, "I can't wait till I can go," she whispered rather dreamily, more to herself than anyone else.
Harry had gone over to his father and climbed on his knee, "How'd you know him dad?" he asked suspiciously. Helen climbed onto the arm of his chair and looked expectantly at him waiting for an answer.
"Well..." He said rather evasively, "It's a long story," he looked over at the young women, hoping for help.
She simply sat down on the floor in front of him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, with a quick "James!" She dislodged the youngest of the three children, who was also trying to climb onto his father's lap, and sat him in her own lap, waiting for her husband's explanation.
His face contorted in thought, he decided to go with the easy way out, "I taught him," was the reply.
Harry quickly piped up with further questions, "Really, when you were teaching at hogwarts, when was that? Was he good? What was he like?"
But before the man got a chance to answer, he was interrupted by his daughter, "Wait a minute, that would mean that you taught mum." The woman on the floor shuffled nervously, while her husband went a rather unflattering shade of red.
"Yes, well, erm, that's right yes, anyway." he paused and calmed slightly, the two children were grinning widely, "never mind," he continued, "why did you want to know anyway?"
"Oh" said Helen, "We were just talking, I said that I got my name from grandma and then Harry asked where he got his name from, and I said Harry Potter, and he didn't believe me."
Harry shot a scowl at his sister while his father chuckled quietly, "Yes, you were named after Harry," He smiled at his children, "We were going to call Helen, Harry if she had been a boy, you were born just after Harry died," he directed his last comment to the eldest who smiled weakly.
Harry, who seemed to have been thinking spoke up, with yet another question, "Well, if Helen was named after Gran, and I was named after Harry Potter, then who was James named after?" He looked confused.
Their mother smiled up at her husband and shifted the child in her lap to the other side, he was beginning to get sleepy and had his head laid against his shoulder.
The man smiled and looked at his children before replying "James Potter," then at seeing their confused looking faces elaborated, "Harry Potter's father, he was a very good friend of mine when we were at school," The two children sat by him noticed for the first time that evening the sadness showing in his eyes and knew not to press further, they, of course having being brought up as wizards and witches knew all about the Potter's and their importance in Voldemort's downfall.
Their father looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, "Ok you two, it's getting late now, off to bed." The two children protested but a stern look sent them on their way with nothing more than a good night to both of their parents.
The woman looked up and gave him a weak smile, he rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers and stood up, she followed suit and placed the youngest Lupin, sleeping, onto the sofa. He looked into her eyes and smiled at the sight of his son, she positively beamed back and whispered, "If only Harry could see us now,".
He smiled again, "Hermione," he said simply.
"Remus," was her only reply she then planted a gentle kiss onto his lips, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her nearer.
They broke off the kiss and she placed her head lovingly on his shoulder, then looking at James said, "We really, should get him up to bed,"
With a simple nod Remus gathered his son up in his arms and headed to the door. When he reached it he turned round to look at his wife, she was holding the photograph and staring intently and the smiling faces.
She looked up at him and thought aloud, "I wonder where Ron is now!"
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A/N - ok let me know what you think, please review. Next chapter will be posted shortly, this one's about Ron. I quite like this situation, ya know Hermione, Remus and the Kids, maybe I'll write a fic about them, what do you think.