Welcome to my story that I thought up for you guys, I hope you enjoy. I really like this idea, and I have big plans for it so I hope you stick around. This will be a flashback kind of story where Remus and Sirius are telling him, but it's living their story if that makes any sense at all O_o Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
~Molly xoxoxo
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Harry Potter never knew his parents. All he had were assumptions he heard from his godfather Sirius, and his father's best friend Remus. They talked about James and Lily's story like it was a magical fairytale and that the stars had aligned and proved them meant to be. He didn't really know why he believed that, he thought Astronomy at Hogwarts was rubbish. But nonetheless, that's what he believed until he saw the picture.
He was lounged on a couch at Grimmauld place, bored out if his mind. His best friend Ron was crushing his other best friend Hermione at Wizard's chess, and she, being the sore loser she was, naturally accused him of cheating.
"Ronald, there is no possible way you knew that I was going to do that!" she exclaimed, and she was actually right. She was disproving her own point. It's not like he could do Occlumency, and read her mind. And he said as much to her.
"Oh shut it Harry. Quit smirking." Hermione said as she glared at him. Then her face became one of realization. "You're getting an Order member to use Occlumency on me!"
Harry rolled his eyes and face-palmed. He loved Hermione like a sister, he really did, but she could be so infuriating. She knew Ron was beating her fairly, she was just too prideful to admit it.
Ron decided to speak up. "Like I'd try that hard to beat you at Wizard's chess. I've done it enough times to get used to the glory." Harry sniggered as Hermione glared at Ron.
"But— but! Oh alright! Whatever." Hermione said, admiting defeat. Ron laughed at her before jumping from his chair, almost hitting the low ceiling.
"Get any bigger Ron, and you'll have to duck every time you stand up." Harry said. Ron just grinned.
"You're just bitter because you're only 5'10 ½ and I'm 6'2." He retorted. Hermione huffed.
"I'm only 5'4 and would like to stray from this topic please." she said crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes as her friends laughed at her.
Fred and George walked in as Hermione said her sentence. "Hermie is a little angry at being so short Georgie." Fred said, smirking. George laughed.
"We have a stretching product if you'd like to test it out Mya. I'd get you to 5'7 really quickly." George said winking at her cheekily. Her cheeks reddened.
"I will not be testing out your products George!" She said regaining her composure. "I'm a new prefect!"
"So you've mentioned—" Harry grumbled at the same time as Fred shouted, "Oi! His products?"
Hermione ignored them both, walking past them making a 'tutting' noise. George gazed lingered on Hermione's backside, Harry noticed.
"Don't you think you should make a move on someone who's practically my sister before you stare at her arse freely?" Harry teased George. He went red and Fred and Ron howled with laughter. George obviously had started liking Hermione after the Yule Ball the year before, probably because that's when she started getting noticed by boys. She was pretty now. Not that she wasn't cute before, but she was really pretty now. Her bushy hair was tamed in cute bouncy curls, and her mahogany brown eyes were framed by pretty eyelashes. She was short yes, but she had a good slim body with small, but there curves. And George was the guy to take the most appreciation to this.
Harry left the room to go to the kitchen, where Ginny was chopping up some carrots. She was cute too, he'd admit. Her being 5'8 unnerved him a little, but he liked staring into her chocolate brown orbs easily. She stood tall, slim, and lean, athletic enough to be the only one able to keep up with him when they run. Her fiery red hair had gained some volume and she stopped straightening it so much, so it was wavy. It was messy, and in a way, beautiful. She had a perfect white smile, dimples, and freckles across her cute button nose. She was adorable in every way to him. He noticed she had her back turned, so his gaze sunk lower to her bottom, which was, erm, nice.
"Don't you think you should make a move on my sister before you stare at her arse freely? Filthy hypocrite." George said in his ear, making Harry jump and he cursed violently. He went crimson, as George laughed loudly enough for Ginny to turn around. She looked positively startled, those bright eyes looking all kinds of alarmed.
"How long have you two been standing there?" She asked raising a perfect ginger eyebrow. Harry was disappointed she didn't go red at the sight of him like she used to. She was probably over him, and it made him a little sad. He liked Cho, sure, but Ginny was strong-willed and independent, and Harry felt like she wasn't someone he'd always have to reassure like Cho would certainly need him to.
He'd much rather be carefree with Ginny, but she was dating Michael Corner now, so it seemed like Harry's chance was over.
"Not long at all..." Harry said, somewhat unconvincingly. Ginny had to be seeing and hearing things, because Harry Potter would never blush at the sight of her, or stand there looking at her. It was impossible. He liked Cho. Ginny wanted to smack her for enchancing Harry like that. But the more she realized it, the more it hurt to know he would never be hers. But nonetheless, she had taken Hermione's advice about dating other people in hopes Harry would notice her for more than Ron's baby sister. Michael was nice, but Ginny's heart still belonged to Harry.
"I'm just gonna go." Harry said awkwardly, trying to escape further embarrassment.
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Harry went to Sirius's old room, quickly finding a scrapbook on his dresser. The cover had the title, 'Friends', and his bad mood brightened considerably. It was sure to have his parents in it. And it did.
He saw his parents as teenagers, James looking a lot like Harry, and Lily being gorgeous. His mum was a beauty. Long, silky red hair the color of cherries, and bright almond shaped green eyes with long pretty eyelashes. In one picture, a snowflake floated on Lily's nose, causing her to scrunch it up. In another picture, Lily was with a group of friends, and James threw a snowball at her back, her face alit with shock as she spun around and chased him, them both visibly laughing.
His parents looked so happy, without a care in the world, not knowing that in a few years, they would be murdered by Voldemort. He loved and missed them a lot. He wish they were at Grimmauld Place with him, not dead. He would love to see he sad look disappear from Sirius and Remus's eyes. Harry didn't realize he was crying until a tear hit Lily's eye on the picture.
He turned the page, wiping the tear away angrily. What he saw next made his breath hitch. His blood went cold, and his heart skipped a beat at what he saw. His dad was with a girl that wasn't his mum. And he looked happy. The girl was seated on his shoulders, and as the picture moved, she swept down and gave James a peck on the cheek.
"Oh. So you found that picture." Harry jumped up and spun around, relaxing when he saw Sirius. Harry suddenly felt embarrassed, even though Sirius's expression held reassurance. He felt very vulnerable and childish. He had to let go of the death of his parents. It just haunted him now.
"Sorry Sirius. I just knew there'd be my mum and dad in here. I didn't mean to snoop." he said, rubbing a hand down his neck, it was what he did when he was nervous. Sirius smiled at him fondly.
"I don't mind Harry, not at all. I'm glad you got to see your parents happy. But you probably want me to explain James's girlfriend in that picture." Harry wanted him to, but he felt stupid for thinking his dad was always with his mum.
"Kind of. Only because they look so happy, and I can't imagine them breaking up." Harry answered. Sirius sighed, as if wishing he could go back to those days.
"Neither could we. We- as in the Marauders, thought they would be together forever. I think you should know the story Harry. You have every right." Sirius told him. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm going to go see if Moony will help me explain it." Sirius quickly left the room, returning a minute later with Remus, who looked understanding.
"So you want to know about Olivia Declan and your father? Well be prepared, this story is anything but simple."
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Yay! I'm happy. I'm proud of this introduction, and I hope you enjoyed. Please drop a review on your way out, they motivate me to write faster. These chapters will get longer, I promise, this is just the beginning. ;) Like I explained before the chapter started, the next chapter will be in the past, in the Marauder's time, but remember Sirius and Remus are telling Harry the story, I just won't have them explaining it like that, that will be the story. I just confused myself, but I'm sure you'll get it next chapter. ;) So please leave a review, thank you for reading!
~Molly xoxoxo
