Hello! This is my first songfic. This story takes place at Hogwarts during Harry's last year. I am not counting the events in the fifth book only because I need Sirius to be a character. However, most of the other things that happened that year have happened before this story. I hope you enjoy it and please review!
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters. I only own plot and dialogue you do not recognize. Everything else belongs to the magical J.K. Rowling.
Here's the first part:
Prologue
"It's time to go to bed, Harry," the small boy's mother said as she set her two-month-old child into his toasty warm crib which just happened to be decorated with vibrant gold tiny balls with little wings and small white, gold, red, and brown broomsticks zooming around at the beautiful young witch's command. Her husband, James, who indeed looked very much like the baby himself, had chosen these decorations as an avid Quidditch fan, and up until they had graduated from their magical school nearly four years ago, an excellent player also. "Quidditch is a magical game played on broomsticks, Harry," James had started for the hundredth time during the baby's short life but had been shooed out by Lily, his wife, to go get rid of a boggart in their bedroom closet.
"Yes, I know you want to play more but now it's time to go to bed, sweetie," Lily said smiling as Harry James Potter squirmed around restlessly, too bored with the decorations on his crib. Two figures were watching all of this in the corner of the room but still went completely unnoticed by everyone else. One of them was a sixteen-year-old girl with long dark red hair, creamy white skin, doe-like brown eyes, and a cute smattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks. In fact, she looked quite a lot like Lily. This teenage girl's name was Virginia Weasley but she went by Ginny. Standing next to her, gripping Ginny's hand tightly, so he would not get too emotional, was Harry Potter, except this one was seventeen years old and had a lightning-bolt scar on the middle of his forehead. With trademark messy jet black hair, scarily vibrant green eyes that greatly resembed Lily's, and a tall, skinny, but slightly muscular stature, he looked very much like James, his father. About thirteen months after this memory, his parents would be dead and he would be one of the most famous people in the wizarding world. This was because he had, at seventeen, escaped the most evil wizard of all time three times. He had escaped one time from the power of his mother's love for him and the other two times from what he said was help and luck. This was his mother's memory in a Pensieve given to him by his godmother, Eden. The past two years he had been training for when he would have to face Voldemort again. During the past year, Harry had to duel for his and his wrongly-accused convict godfather's life against a supporter of Voldemort's, also called Death Eaters, named Bellatrix Lestrange, who was ironically his godfather's cousing. She was worse than dead now though; having had her soul sucked out by a horrible creature called a dementor.
Thankfully, Harry's godfather was proclaimed innocent when Lestrange was questioned by use of a powerful truth potion called Veritaserum and then went on to marry Eden Dulcamis, who was Sirius' girlfriend and Lily's best friend at Hogwarts. So Harry now lived with Sirius and Eden (who was out of the country working for the Order of the Pheonix) all except for a month he spent with his horrible relatives, the Dursleys, which he only did so he could be protected for the summer. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had told Harry about the prophecy stating that only he could kill Voldemort and vise-versa during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. His best friend, Ron Weasley, Ginny's brother and his girlfriend, Ginny herself, also lived there because both of their parents were tragically killed in the past year and a half. It had turned out Sirius had been quite good friends with Mr. Weasley's brother, who had died many years earlier.
"I know just what you need," Lily said to the small Harry in the crib, jerking the other back to reality from his sad thoughts. Ginny looked at him worriedly but then averted her gaze back to the scene before them. Lily pulled her wand out and tapped it on the cradle, muttering some words under her breath, when some music started to play. She whispered softly, "Our song." and smiled. Suddenly, she bent down the now much drowsier (sp?) baby.
"Lily! Come here quick!" came James' voice from the bedroom. She ran like a blue and Harry could hear her gasp as he and Ginny followed closely. Lying on the floor, was the baby Harry, dead. Lily let out a cry and looked upset, angry, and very confused all at once.
"Whoa, Lily, it's okay! It's just the boggart! Riddikulus!" James said quickly as it went away in a flash. "I just wanted to show you that I'm scared of something more than a giant cricket now." He added reassuringly but smiling as Lily calmed down and grinned herself. Harry and Ginny burst out laughing and Harry said "I think it's time to go Gin," as he tugged on her sleeve just as James said "So our incredibly good-looking child is asleep, I take it?"
Just as they were jumping up to get out of the Penseive, Ginny could have sworn she heard Harry's mother mutter something like "And he says he isn't arrogant."
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters. I only own plot and dialogue you do not recognize. Everything else belongs to the magical J.K. Rowling.
Here's the first part:
Prologue
"It's time to go to bed, Harry," the small boy's mother said as she set her two-month-old child into his toasty warm crib which just happened to be decorated with vibrant gold tiny balls with little wings and small white, gold, red, and brown broomsticks zooming around at the beautiful young witch's command. Her husband, James, who indeed looked very much like the baby himself, had chosen these decorations as an avid Quidditch fan, and up until they had graduated from their magical school nearly four years ago, an excellent player also. "Quidditch is a magical game played on broomsticks, Harry," James had started for the hundredth time during the baby's short life but had been shooed out by Lily, his wife, to go get rid of a boggart in their bedroom closet.
"Yes, I know you want to play more but now it's time to go to bed, sweetie," Lily said smiling as Harry James Potter squirmed around restlessly, too bored with the decorations on his crib. Two figures were watching all of this in the corner of the room but still went completely unnoticed by everyone else. One of them was a sixteen-year-old girl with long dark red hair, creamy white skin, doe-like brown eyes, and a cute smattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks. In fact, she looked quite a lot like Lily. This teenage girl's name was Virginia Weasley but she went by Ginny. Standing next to her, gripping Ginny's hand tightly, so he would not get too emotional, was Harry Potter, except this one was seventeen years old and had a lightning-bolt scar on the middle of his forehead. With trademark messy jet black hair, scarily vibrant green eyes that greatly resembed Lily's, and a tall, skinny, but slightly muscular stature, he looked very much like James, his father. About thirteen months after this memory, his parents would be dead and he would be one of the most famous people in the wizarding world. This was because he had, at seventeen, escaped the most evil wizard of all time three times. He had escaped one time from the power of his mother's love for him and the other two times from what he said was help and luck. This was his mother's memory in a Pensieve given to him by his godmother, Eden. The past two years he had been training for when he would have to face Voldemort again. During the past year, Harry had to duel for his and his wrongly-accused convict godfather's life against a supporter of Voldemort's, also called Death Eaters, named Bellatrix Lestrange, who was ironically his godfather's cousing. She was worse than dead now though; having had her soul sucked out by a horrible creature called a dementor.
Thankfully, Harry's godfather was proclaimed innocent when Lestrange was questioned by use of a powerful truth potion called Veritaserum and then went on to marry Eden Dulcamis, who was Sirius' girlfriend and Lily's best friend at Hogwarts. So Harry now lived with Sirius and Eden (who was out of the country working for the Order of the Pheonix) all except for a month he spent with his horrible relatives, the Dursleys, which he only did so he could be protected for the summer. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had told Harry about the prophecy stating that only he could kill Voldemort and vise-versa during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. His best friend, Ron Weasley, Ginny's brother and his girlfriend, Ginny herself, also lived there because both of their parents were tragically killed in the past year and a half. It had turned out Sirius had been quite good friends with Mr. Weasley's brother, who had died many years earlier.
"I know just what you need," Lily said to the small Harry in the crib, jerking the other back to reality from his sad thoughts. Ginny looked at him worriedly but then averted her gaze back to the scene before them. Lily pulled her wand out and tapped it on the cradle, muttering some words under her breath, when some music started to play. She whispered softly, "Our song." and smiled. Suddenly, she bent down the now much drowsier (sp?) baby.
"Lily! Come here quick!" came James' voice from the bedroom. She ran like a blue and Harry could hear her gasp as he and Ginny followed closely. Lying on the floor, was the baby Harry, dead. Lily let out a cry and looked upset, angry, and very confused all at once.
"Whoa, Lily, it's okay! It's just the boggart! Riddikulus!" James said quickly as it went away in a flash. "I just wanted to show you that I'm scared of something more than a giant cricket now." He added reassuringly but smiling as Lily calmed down and grinned herself. Harry and Ginny burst out laughing and Harry said "I think it's time to go Gin," as he tugged on her sleeve just as James said "So our incredibly good-looking child is asleep, I take it?"
Just as they were jumping up to get out of the Penseive, Ginny could have sworn she heard Harry's mother mutter something like "And he says he isn't arrogant."