Title: The Family Portrait.
By: S'Eleene Paris Friday, May 28th, 2004
Finished???? (when are true writers
ever actually finished with their works?)
rated: k
Pairings: H/Hr
Synopsis: Harry looks at the portraits of his family and thinks about how much the members of his family have changed him.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the bloody brilliant writer who came up with a wonderful series. She owns most of the rights and the lefts
too along with the WB, which is an aol time Warner company.
Acknowledgements: To my loving family who have always been supportive even through my crazy creative ideas. Thanks!
God bless,
S'Eleene Paris
"The Greatest thing you will ever learn is to love and be loved in return."
-Ewan McGregor (Christian) from Moulin Rouge!
The large balcony cascaded down the whole front end of the flat and to the streets below, gracefully. The cast iron railings sleeked passed the window and flowed upward and downward until it reached its unknown destination.
A boy. No, not a boy. He was no longer young and attending Hogwarts.
He was a man. A tall dark haired man with shocking green almond shaped
eyes. Since when he became a man, no one knew, but his scar on his
forehead was still pronounced as the day he first entered the Wizarding world since his parents' murder.
Harry James Potter's attention went away from the outside world
to the living room of his flat. He had begun renting it ever
since his days at Hogwarts ended in hopes of a clean slate. His
attention went to the pictures on the mantle of his fireplace, now
lit as the snow began to fall as the darkness claimed the sky
above. The stars twinkled in the heavens as if they were diamonds thrown on a piece of dark blue fabric.
The photographs were of his family or the people he has
come to call his family. Strange enough his biological parents
were not on this collection of pictures. Those pictures, the
only few that he did have, where hanging on the walls in
the hallway.
The smile on his face grew as his fingers ran over the
picture of Hermione, Ron, and him of which Colin had
taken in Hogsmeade in their seventh year. The snow fell
down from the top of the wizard photograph to the bottom.
The snow fell into Hermione's hair and Harry wanted to relive
that particular moment, but without the aid of a time turner, he
knew he couldn't.
His gaze coasted over to where the picture of the entire Weasley
family was and all nine of them waved fondly back at him. It
was during the summer after Sirius' death and now he could see the pain
everyone else saw in him during that time. The pain, he wanted
to not feel at that time, seared through him and had touched every nerve of his being. It was for that reason Harry knew he had to become
an auror and help others not to have to go through what he had gone
through: to go through life with out the people who loved you.
Harry sighed and picked the picture of the Order of the Phoenix members up and ran his hand against the glass. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore stood next to each other with Dumbledore having his had around her shoulders. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley kissed each other
and waved up at Harry. Shacklebolt, Tonks, and Lupin stood behind Dumbledore and Tonk's hair changed color from red, to gold, to blue, to green, and to purple. Lupin stood leaning heavily against the two he stood in between. The picture had been taken soon after Voldermort had been defeated once again at the end of his sixth year. All of the Weasley children were accounted for, including Percy, who had joined soon after the Ministry of Magic finally claimed Voldermort was back.
Next to that picture, another made Harry smile. It was a picture of
the members of the DA. Not only Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
were in it, but so was Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood, Ginny
Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Terry Boot, Hannah Abott, and many others.
"Cho Chang, I wondered what ever happened to her." Harry wondered
out loud as he put the picture back down from when he took it off the
mantle.
"She's living in Yorkshire." a bossy-sort voice of feminine quality
called from behind and Harry knew who it was even before he turned
around. "I am told she's quite happy living away from the Wizarding
world with her Muggle husband." Hermione's busy brown hair cascaded
down her shoulders and her back. Hermione's belly, being very great with child, protruded from her like she had swollen a whole watermelon.
Harry smiled and kissed his wife on the lips. "What are you doing
home so early?"
"Dumbledore's idea." Hermione almost laughed. "He saw me, having a little trouble standing on my own. I have been having those pains all day."
"Your water broke?"
"No those false labor pains." Hermione smiled as he grew less tense
as she mentioned this. "Only Merlin knows when this baby is going to come."
Harry kissed his wife on her head and said. "Why don't you go to bed?
I'll be along in a few minutes."
Hermione didn't complain as she walked into their bedroom and shut
the door. Harry took one last look at the portraits on the mantle before heading to sleep himself. His last thought before his eyes closed in slumber was he finally had his family.
End.