A/N: The dead never really leave us. A short story about Harry being able to see and communicate with Lily. Both Dudley and Harry are maybe two or three.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Myths & Legends Assignment #1 - Task #1 -Write about someone blessed with the gift of communicating with the dead. This must extend past ghosts that are visible to all witches and wizards. You cannot write about Sybil Trelawney or any of her ancestors.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The blond haired boy toddled over to his cousin who was sitting on the small rug before the large glittering box, a mess of blocks scattered around his legs as he built a small tower.
"Mine!" he screamed, snatching a red block with the letter "D" on its side from his cousin, the sudden motion causing the other boy to fall on his back and the tower to collapse.
The boy whimpered, his eyes swelling with tears as he cried, "Mommy! Mommy!"
The blond pouted, holding the block possessively to his chest. "Your mommy gone," he said as he began collecting the other blocks on the floor.
His cousin sniffled, dragging the back of his hand across his nose. "Mommy here!" his cousin said, pointing to the right of the blond boy.
The blond turned but saw nothing next to him. "No Mommy," he said. Then he pointed back at his cousin. "Hawwy lying!"
"Not lying!" his cousin shouted, jumping to his feet and getting close to the blond boy's face. "Mommy here!"
"Hawwy fweak!" The blond raised his hand to push his cousin down again, but then found himself landing on his own bum. He stared up at the black-haired boy in surprise and confusion, the blocks now lying on the rug around him. He was bigger, stronger than his cousin. There was no way he could have pushed him.
But then the blocks began to float over to his cousin and into his waiting arms. The boy smiled and said, "Thank you, Mommy!"
The blond frowned, balling his fists as he readied himself to take back his blocks, then stopped as he had a better idea. He took a deep breath before he screamed, his fists banging on the ground and fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Within seconds, his mother was at his side, her hawk-like eyes narrowing on her upset son and her nephew, whose smile disappeared as soon as she entered the room.
She comforted the blond boy, wiping away his tears with the hem of her apron as she calmed him down. "Don't cry, Dudders. Mommy is here. Mommy will make it better."
Then she turned to her nephew, her hand raised to give him a few spanks on his bum for being so selfish, when he cried, "Tuney, no!"
The woman paused, her hand freezing in mid-air and her eyes blinking twice. The boy spoke again, leaning his body slightly out of the woman's reach. "Mommy says Tuney no! No beat Hawwy!"
The woman staggered back, her hand moving to cover her mouth and her face becoming pale. Her eyes moved quickly from side to side, as if searching for something, but she could only see the three of them in the room. The blond boy tugged on the bottom of her dress curiously. "Mommy?"
She shook her head and grabbed the blond boy's hand, leading him out of the room and leaving her nephew among the forgotten blocks. "Come, Dudders, I think it's time for lunch."