A/N: Well, well, well... here it is, folks! The beginning of the end of the "Renee Chronicles", for this is the 4th series in the 4-part story of Renee. I really do hope you like this, for I am being immensely challenged. Not only do I have this fic to work on, I have started to write my OWN fantasy story for my creative writing class. I'm excited about it, and I hope to post it on fanfiction.net, even though it won't be fanfiction.
ANYWHO, back to Renee. This series is entitled, "Battle of Destiny", and it's the climax of the chronicles as Renee and Harry face their ultimate confrontation... the one in which they were born to win over. IF you are new to Renee, may I sudgest you backtrack now and read the first 3 series... so that you are not helplessly lost. Etam Luos is series one, Hatred's Prisoner is series two, and Break In the Darkness is series three.
::sneezes:: 'Scuze me, my allergies are acting up. Anywho, I really do hope you like this... so ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: Ahh, the old disclaimer... how we luv thee! NOT. God bless we all know I did not come up with Harry Potter or any of the wonderful things associated with him and the books! Renee and Timothy are the only ones who belong to me... so far.
Chapter One: Eye Of the Storm
In a small clearing, surrounded by a forest of oak trees, sat a seated figure. Long brown hair blew with the autumn wind; a woman was sitting cross-legged in the tall grass of the clearing. A woman with an extraordinary talent, rare among those of her kind, engaged in her favorite activity.
Sketching.
Renee Potter was not an ordinary witch. Besides the fact that she was an artist, she was married to perhaps the most famous wizard of the modern day. Harry Potter. It was not by chance that they met and fell in love, destiny brought them together, for she is his Etam Luos, his soul mate. When they met in their fifth year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they knew that there was something special between them. Their bond grew and grew, until their graduation day, when Harry proposed. Eleven years later, their son, Timothy, was born. Since then, the famous family has avoided the wrath of Voldemort.
Orange, yellow, and brown leaves fell around Renee's head, catching in her hair. She smiled, brushing them off her sketchbook, and looked up at the huge oak tree in front of her. There was a sudden rustling in the distance, and Renee became fully alert. The magical world was very dangerous at the time, and there was no telling when the Dark Arts would knock at your door.
The sound continued, small footsteps crunching over leaves with difficulty, obviously trying not to be heard. Renee relaxed, realizing who it was, and went back to sketching.
"Surprise!" Yelled a small voice, little hands trying desperately to reach over Renee's eyes.
"Oh!" Renee pretended to act scared. "Who's that?"
A wisp of messy black hair swung over her shoulder, a little face with large blue eyes looked into her own, a comforting smile grinning from ear to ear.
"It's only me, mum!" It was Timothy, looking like a miniature version of Harry.
"Goodness," Renee sighed. "I thought you were a mountain troll!"
Timothy broke out into giggles, falling into her lap, making her remove her sketchbook quickly so he wouldn't smudge it.
"A mountain troll?! I'm not a mountain troll!" He said between laughs.
"But I am!" Said a fake deep voice from behind them. Renee jumped, making Timothy fall out of her lap before she grabbed his hand quickly and spun around.
"Boo!" Harry waved his hands at her, laughing hysterically. Renee scowled at him and Timothy broke out into giggles again.
"That. Was. Not. Funny!" Renee stomped her foot on the ground, a soft crunch on the fallen leaves. However, she could not keep a straight face, and her frown slowly began to turn into a sheepish grin.
"That was great, dad!" Timothy praised, holding his hands up to his father for him to pick him up. Harry grinned and did so, ruffling Timothy's hair.
"Oldest trick in the book, son… oldest trick!"
Renee bent down and picked up her sketchbook and pencils, searched her robes for her wand, and drew it out. She pointed it threateningly at Harry, her eyes narrowed.
"For that, mister, you can cook dinner!"
Timothy put on a pained look and Harry's eyes widened.
"Er… are you sure you want us all to suffer for my goofiness, sweetheart?" He moaned sweetly.
Renee smiled evilly, stuck her nose in the air, and strutted off past them.
"You can teach Timothy the finer points of following directions, from the cookbook!" She called over her shoulder.
"But I did use the cookbook last time! How was I supposed to know that you can't substitute flour for sugar?!" He whined lightly, Timothy giggling again.
Renee shook her head. This was going to be an interesting meal.
Dinner was not such a disaster as Renee had expected. For a five-year-old, Timothy was exceedingly sharp. It was no surprise, as both his parents were as well. He helped Harry make pizza, using a recipe that had been in Renee's family for generations. New York style.
After Harry managed to use his wand to peel off a stuck wad of pizza dough from the ceiling, they managed to have a normal meal. When the kitchen was cleaned and Timothy's red face washed, they retreated to their living room.
The living room was the heart of the Potter household. A huge grandfather clock ticked away along the left wall, the fireplace blazing with a crisp fire. The mantle was overwhelmed with wizard's photographs of various people and places. Renee often stared at them, remembering all the good times of the past. Her favorite was one of Harry and Timothy at the beach in Florida. They had gone to visit her parents when Timothy was three for Thanksgiving. For a brief afternoon, they went out to the beach and showed Timothy the only real beautiful part of Florida. The picture was of Harry being buried in the sand by Timothy, who was laughing with his toddler laugh.
Harry was sitting in his favorite chair in the corner, reading over a copy of the Daily Prophet. Daily copies of the wizard's paper was sent to them from Hermione Weasley, who worked for the paper. This was so that no one would know where they lived.
Voldemort was still searching relentlessly for them, to kill them all. Recent spell developments made their house nearly impenetrable, without the use of a Fidelius charm. They did not want to endanger their friends any longer, and convinced Dumbledore to let them lift the charm and use several new ones that had the same effect. Rarely did they ever go far from their house, and they got their supplies via Dumbledore… on monthly visits.
Timothy was the pride and joy of Renee and Harry's lives. Never was he out of their sight for too long. Renee watched over him like a hawk and Harry was no less protective. Like Harry, he was small for his age. His hair followed the Potter tradition of being especially unruly, jet-black in color. However, Timothy inherited Renee's bright blue eyes and light tan colored skin. She was becoming concerned though, for in the five years since he was born, she had thought that he would be the first Potter to have no need of glasses. Lately, he had been squinting at things and nearly running into corners. Renee was afraid that her 20/20 vision did not last long in her son, and that she would need to take him for glasses soon.
Their little boy was playing on the floor of the living room with a fake wand, a gift from his "Uncle Fred" and "Uncle George". The Weasley twins were successful joke shop owners in a small magical community in Texas. When Voldemort rose to power, magical families in Britain moved to the Americas and other countries were his power was not as widespread. Fred and George, Ron Weasley's twin brothers, moved with the demand for laughs.
"Daaad…" Timothy moaned, turning to look up at Harry holding the fake wand, which was hanging loosely in his hand. "I can't get it to go back to normal again."
Harry smiled and took the rubbery wand from Timothy, waved it slightly, and it went back to normal, looking like an ordinary wand.
"Thanks, dad!" Timothy piped, his pleasant smile radiating lovingly at his father.
"Emmhmm…" Harry nodded, looking back at his paper, smiling.
Renee smiled as well, sitting back on the couch and began to flip through a book on traditional figure drawing.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door.
"Who's that?" Timothy asked, standing up.
Renee sat up straight, reaching a hand out to him.
"Dad will go see,"
Harry had already walked briskly out of the living room, his wand behind his back, poised and ready.
"I want to look…" Timothy began.
"Stay here, Timothy." Renee warned, reaching for her own wand on the side table next to her.
There was a moment's silence, then…
"Sirius! This is a surprise…"
"Great-Uncle Us!" Timothy pulled away from Renee, she herself getting up and following, her wand at her side.
The tall familiar stature of Sirius Black was standing in the doorway. His once sleek, black hair nearly completely gray from years of stress. In his arms was an excited Timothy.
"God bless, how you've grown since I last saw you!" Sirius's deep voice filled the hallway.
"Really? You saw me three weeks ago!" Timothy cocked his head at him.
He laughed and smiled at Renee as she came over to kiss him on his cheek.
"What brings you here so early, Sirius?" She asked, folding her arms with her wand still in her hand.
"Yeah, what's up?" Harry asked.
Sirius put Timothy down, who protested silently. Renee took him by the shoulder and he put his arms around her legs.
"Well… I'm not sure." He looked at Harry with dark eyes. "None of us do,"
"I haven't been in the circle for a few days, you'll need to fill me in." Harry said, his professional voice breaking through his casual greeting.
Both Harry and Renee were aurors. The best of them, no surprise. They were the only ones who really struck fear in Death Eaters, and were responsible for the capture of nearly 200 of them. However, Voldemort's power has spread so far that that number is nearly a dent in the masses. Since Timothy was born, Renee decided that she would stay home with him, and only come to work if she was truly needed. Harry took on the job for the two of them, and while he is the most powerful of all the aurors, the powerful Potter duo is missed greatly in the circle. For when working together, Renee and Harry have an immense power that only soul mates possess.
Sirius, whom Timothy called "Great-Uncle Us" because he had a hard time pronouncing his name, looked kindly at Timothy.
"Hey, Timothy, why don't you go in your room and work on that dragon catcher you told me all about last time? I'll be in to look at it in a minute, I just want to talk with your mum and dad a moment."
"Alright…" Timothy moaned, slumping off to his room. Renee, Sirius, and Harry watched him go.
"The Potter genes are really prominent," Sirius laughed as they walked into the sitting room. "He's a miniature you, Harry!"
Harry grinned proudly.
"Runs in the family,"
"So what goes on, Sirius?" Renee pressed, rolling her eyes.
Sirius jabbed his hands into the long cloak he was wearing, sighing.
"Well, like I said… we're not too sure."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"There has been no Death Eater activity for three weeks in a row, so far." Sirius lowered his voice to a harsh whisper.
Renee and Harry stared.
"That's odd," Renee muttered. Harry nodded.
"Lupin and I don't know what to make of it, as well as the others. Dumbledore has called for a meeting tonight." As Sirius said the last part, he looked at Renee. She knew that she would have to watch Timothy, and let Harry go alone. It would be too much to bring him along, and it was too late to call for Ron and Hermione.
"Don't stay out too late," She smiled at Harry, fixing his shirt collar over his wizard's robes.
Harry kissed her and tucked a long strand of her brown hair behind her ear.
"I better go look in on Timothy, I promised I would…" Sirius said, leaving the room.
Harry looked at Renee with concerned eyes.
"Will you be alright?"
Renee smiled at him, cocking her head.
"Of course, silly! We go through this everyday!"
He gave her a small, slight grin, kissing her forehead. She breathed deeply, for even though she knew her husband was more than capable of handling anything… there was still that deep fear that she could loose him. It pained her heart to watch him go to work everyday, not being at his side to help him if needed. The part of herself that he filled would become torn, longing for his presence. She knew he felt the same, she could feel it.
Timothy and Sirius came walking up the hallway, Harry and Renee stood by the front door as Harry prepared to leave.
"Guess what, mum and dad?! Great-uncle Us made it work!" Timothy held up a small contraption, sparks whizzing about inside and a trap door hinged open with a golden strand of magic.
"Er…" Sirius leaned over and whispered to Renee. "I would keep small domestic animals away from it, if I were you."
Renee smiled at him disapprovingly.
"Between you and Harry, Timothy's gonna grow up to be a delinquent!"
"Who? Me?" Both Harry and Sirius said in union, pointing to themselves with surprised looks.
"Where 'ya going dad?" Timothy looked up with Harry with his blue eyes, beginning to frown.
Harry got down to one knee, pulling Timothy into a great hug.
"Dad's just got to go into work for a few hours with Great-uncle Us. You stay here and take care of your mum, you're the man of the house until I get home."
"I don't want you to go, you're on vacation, remember?" Timothy said, muffled from Harry's embrace.
Harry pulled him to look straight into his eyes.
"I know, tomorrow we'll do something special… just the two of us, alright?
Timothy nodded and Harry ruffled his hair. Renee stepped forward and picked Timothy up, his head falling onto her shoulder. She gently rubbed his back and she looked into Harry's eyes with longing.
"Get back soon, please?"
He leaned over and kissed her, Renee kissing him back.
"Don't worry," He smiled, parting the bangs from her eyes. "You know what to do if you need me."
Sirius slapped Harry's shoulder playfully, trying to lighten the mood obviously.
"I'll keep an eye on this trouble maker, no worries Renee!"
Timothy giggled and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Be good," Harry said sternly, but with a smile on his face at Timothy. He nodded and Renee squeezed him tightly. Harry and Sirius walked through the front door.
"And no detours that involve sending off dungbombs in the underground, for crying out loud!" Renee called after them, hearing their guilty laughter as Harry and Sirius disapparated into the night.
Renee prepared Timothy for bed, and finally got him into his room before it got too late. The scarlet walls, textured with teal, made the room cozy and warm. Renee walked past magical toys thrown on the floor, which she pointed her wand at, making them go back to Timothy's toy chest. She stopped to pick up Timothy's favorite toy, his stuffed owl named Hoot.
"Hoot!" Timothy called, jumping on his bed.
"Alright, alright… calm down now." Renee scolded, handing him the owl which he grasped tightly in his arms and laid down. She tucked the covers snugly around him and kissed his forehead, gently.
"Get to sleep now, wild one."
He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide yet tired. His sweet smile filled his face and Renee beamed at him. He then looked up at the ceiling, where the large magical mural Renee had painted before he was born blazed with the scene of outer space.
"Mum?" He asked quietly, as Renee had begun to reach the door.
"Yes, honey?"
Timothy broke his stare with the mural and stared at her face with a curious expression.
"How did dad get his scar? The light'ing bolt on his forehead?"
Renee swallowed hard. She and Harry were preparing for this question, just as much as for the one about the "birds and the bees". They both agreed that Harry would explain it fully to him, when he was ready. She tried to look casual, and not surprised at Timothy.
"You should ask dad, later on. He would be better able to explain it to you."
Timothy looked disappointed but opened his mouth to ask another question before Renee could argue.
"Why was dad's parents killed by the bad wizard?"
Renee could not help but look at him, nervously.
"Again, you should ask your father about that."
"But…" Timothy sat up in bed.
Renee looked at him sternly.
"It's bed time Timothy, you want to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for your dad tomorrow, don't you?"
Timothy sighed, nodded, and fell back against his pillow.
Renee's face softened and she smiled at him. She waved her wand and the lighted candles in the holders on the walls went out, the only light coming from the faint glow of the magical sun and twinkling of the stars on the ceiling's mural.
As she began to close the door, Timothy spoke up again.
"What about your scar, mum? The one on your hand."
Renee stopped and stared at him, her mouth falling level. She glanced at her right palm, which bore a large scar of a burn that she had gotten while being held prisoner by Voldemort. For a moment, she didn't say anything.
"Mum?"
"This…" She said carefully, still looking at her palm. "This is a reminder of the time when I found out just how much your father loved me."
Timothy, his eyes just visible in the light that was pouring in from the hallway, looked confused… but said nothing further. Renee sighed, and began to close the door again.
"Sweet dreams, Timothy. I love you,"
He yawned, turning over.
"Love you, mum."
Renee closed the door and stood still in front of it. She looked down at her right palm, the scar plainly visible in the full light of the hallway. It was her own souvenir of an encounter with Voldemort. Harry wasn't the only one with a battle scar… Voldemort had left his mark on her as well.
The memories still haunted her to the day. She nearly lost her life in that encounter… Harry's love for her saved her. Locked in a magical darkness, her wand the only source of light, she tried to retrieve it, only to be badly burned at it's touch.
Renee's senses were keen to the workings of the Dark Arts. She could feel it's evil when it was at it's peek. Even with news of no trouble, it bothered Renee deep down. Something was going to happen, and she had the feeling that the worst was yet to come.
"It's the eye of the storm," Renee whispered to no one.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed nine thirty, and she walked slowly into her bedroom to get into her pajamas. Her troubled soul felt that of Harry's, who must have been feeling the same thing.
Destiny was calling to them, what they were meant to do would soon need to be accomplished… and they both knew it.
A/N: Just setting up for the story... again, I'm doing this as I go so I know how it'll end... and I know bits and pieces of the middle... it's just filling in the gaps that will surprise you. And me, for that matter. ::laughs nervously, eyeing her surroundings::
Ahem. Anywho, keep an eye out for chapter two... I wrote this when I should of been studying for my 9 Weeks Humanities exam ::laughs nervously again::
::waves and runs to backpack and whips out folder::
~OrcaPotter
ANYWHO, back to Renee. This series is entitled, "Battle of Destiny", and it's the climax of the chronicles as Renee and Harry face their ultimate confrontation... the one in which they were born to win over. IF you are new to Renee, may I sudgest you backtrack now and read the first 3 series... so that you are not helplessly lost. Etam Luos is series one, Hatred's Prisoner is series two, and Break In the Darkness is series three.
::sneezes:: 'Scuze me, my allergies are acting up. Anywho, I really do hope you like this... so ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: Ahh, the old disclaimer... how we luv thee! NOT. God bless we all know I did not come up with Harry Potter or any of the wonderful things associated with him and the books! Renee and Timothy are the only ones who belong to me... so far.
Chapter One: Eye Of the Storm
In a small clearing, surrounded by a forest of oak trees, sat a seated figure. Long brown hair blew with the autumn wind; a woman was sitting cross-legged in the tall grass of the clearing. A woman with an extraordinary talent, rare among those of her kind, engaged in her favorite activity.
Sketching.
Renee Potter was not an ordinary witch. Besides the fact that she was an artist, she was married to perhaps the most famous wizard of the modern day. Harry Potter. It was not by chance that they met and fell in love, destiny brought them together, for she is his Etam Luos, his soul mate. When they met in their fifth year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they knew that there was something special between them. Their bond grew and grew, until their graduation day, when Harry proposed. Eleven years later, their son, Timothy, was born. Since then, the famous family has avoided the wrath of Voldemort.
Orange, yellow, and brown leaves fell around Renee's head, catching in her hair. She smiled, brushing them off her sketchbook, and looked up at the huge oak tree in front of her. There was a sudden rustling in the distance, and Renee became fully alert. The magical world was very dangerous at the time, and there was no telling when the Dark Arts would knock at your door.
The sound continued, small footsteps crunching over leaves with difficulty, obviously trying not to be heard. Renee relaxed, realizing who it was, and went back to sketching.
"Surprise!" Yelled a small voice, little hands trying desperately to reach over Renee's eyes.
"Oh!" Renee pretended to act scared. "Who's that?"
A wisp of messy black hair swung over her shoulder, a little face with large blue eyes looked into her own, a comforting smile grinning from ear to ear.
"It's only me, mum!" It was Timothy, looking like a miniature version of Harry.
"Goodness," Renee sighed. "I thought you were a mountain troll!"
Timothy broke out into giggles, falling into her lap, making her remove her sketchbook quickly so he wouldn't smudge it.
"A mountain troll?! I'm not a mountain troll!" He said between laughs.
"But I am!" Said a fake deep voice from behind them. Renee jumped, making Timothy fall out of her lap before she grabbed his hand quickly and spun around.
"Boo!" Harry waved his hands at her, laughing hysterically. Renee scowled at him and Timothy broke out into giggles again.
"That. Was. Not. Funny!" Renee stomped her foot on the ground, a soft crunch on the fallen leaves. However, she could not keep a straight face, and her frown slowly began to turn into a sheepish grin.
"That was great, dad!" Timothy praised, holding his hands up to his father for him to pick him up. Harry grinned and did so, ruffling Timothy's hair.
"Oldest trick in the book, son… oldest trick!"
Renee bent down and picked up her sketchbook and pencils, searched her robes for her wand, and drew it out. She pointed it threateningly at Harry, her eyes narrowed.
"For that, mister, you can cook dinner!"
Timothy put on a pained look and Harry's eyes widened.
"Er… are you sure you want us all to suffer for my goofiness, sweetheart?" He moaned sweetly.
Renee smiled evilly, stuck her nose in the air, and strutted off past them.
"You can teach Timothy the finer points of following directions, from the cookbook!" She called over her shoulder.
"But I did use the cookbook last time! How was I supposed to know that you can't substitute flour for sugar?!" He whined lightly, Timothy giggling again.
Renee shook her head. This was going to be an interesting meal.
Dinner was not such a disaster as Renee had expected. For a five-year-old, Timothy was exceedingly sharp. It was no surprise, as both his parents were as well. He helped Harry make pizza, using a recipe that had been in Renee's family for generations. New York style.
After Harry managed to use his wand to peel off a stuck wad of pizza dough from the ceiling, they managed to have a normal meal. When the kitchen was cleaned and Timothy's red face washed, they retreated to their living room.
The living room was the heart of the Potter household. A huge grandfather clock ticked away along the left wall, the fireplace blazing with a crisp fire. The mantle was overwhelmed with wizard's photographs of various people and places. Renee often stared at them, remembering all the good times of the past. Her favorite was one of Harry and Timothy at the beach in Florida. They had gone to visit her parents when Timothy was three for Thanksgiving. For a brief afternoon, they went out to the beach and showed Timothy the only real beautiful part of Florida. The picture was of Harry being buried in the sand by Timothy, who was laughing with his toddler laugh.
Harry was sitting in his favorite chair in the corner, reading over a copy of the Daily Prophet. Daily copies of the wizard's paper was sent to them from Hermione Weasley, who worked for the paper. This was so that no one would know where they lived.
Voldemort was still searching relentlessly for them, to kill them all. Recent spell developments made their house nearly impenetrable, without the use of a Fidelius charm. They did not want to endanger their friends any longer, and convinced Dumbledore to let them lift the charm and use several new ones that had the same effect. Rarely did they ever go far from their house, and they got their supplies via Dumbledore… on monthly visits.
Timothy was the pride and joy of Renee and Harry's lives. Never was he out of their sight for too long. Renee watched over him like a hawk and Harry was no less protective. Like Harry, he was small for his age. His hair followed the Potter tradition of being especially unruly, jet-black in color. However, Timothy inherited Renee's bright blue eyes and light tan colored skin. She was becoming concerned though, for in the five years since he was born, she had thought that he would be the first Potter to have no need of glasses. Lately, he had been squinting at things and nearly running into corners. Renee was afraid that her 20/20 vision did not last long in her son, and that she would need to take him for glasses soon.
Their little boy was playing on the floor of the living room with a fake wand, a gift from his "Uncle Fred" and "Uncle George". The Weasley twins were successful joke shop owners in a small magical community in Texas. When Voldemort rose to power, magical families in Britain moved to the Americas and other countries were his power was not as widespread. Fred and George, Ron Weasley's twin brothers, moved with the demand for laughs.
"Daaad…" Timothy moaned, turning to look up at Harry holding the fake wand, which was hanging loosely in his hand. "I can't get it to go back to normal again."
Harry smiled and took the rubbery wand from Timothy, waved it slightly, and it went back to normal, looking like an ordinary wand.
"Thanks, dad!" Timothy piped, his pleasant smile radiating lovingly at his father.
"Emmhmm…" Harry nodded, looking back at his paper, smiling.
Renee smiled as well, sitting back on the couch and began to flip through a book on traditional figure drawing.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door.
"Who's that?" Timothy asked, standing up.
Renee sat up straight, reaching a hand out to him.
"Dad will go see,"
Harry had already walked briskly out of the living room, his wand behind his back, poised and ready.
"I want to look…" Timothy began.
"Stay here, Timothy." Renee warned, reaching for her own wand on the side table next to her.
There was a moment's silence, then…
"Sirius! This is a surprise…"
"Great-Uncle Us!" Timothy pulled away from Renee, she herself getting up and following, her wand at her side.
The tall familiar stature of Sirius Black was standing in the doorway. His once sleek, black hair nearly completely gray from years of stress. In his arms was an excited Timothy.
"God bless, how you've grown since I last saw you!" Sirius's deep voice filled the hallway.
"Really? You saw me three weeks ago!" Timothy cocked his head at him.
He laughed and smiled at Renee as she came over to kiss him on his cheek.
"What brings you here so early, Sirius?" She asked, folding her arms with her wand still in her hand.
"Yeah, what's up?" Harry asked.
Sirius put Timothy down, who protested silently. Renee took him by the shoulder and he put his arms around her legs.
"Well… I'm not sure." He looked at Harry with dark eyes. "None of us do,"
"I haven't been in the circle for a few days, you'll need to fill me in." Harry said, his professional voice breaking through his casual greeting.
Both Harry and Renee were aurors. The best of them, no surprise. They were the only ones who really struck fear in Death Eaters, and were responsible for the capture of nearly 200 of them. However, Voldemort's power has spread so far that that number is nearly a dent in the masses. Since Timothy was born, Renee decided that she would stay home with him, and only come to work if she was truly needed. Harry took on the job for the two of them, and while he is the most powerful of all the aurors, the powerful Potter duo is missed greatly in the circle. For when working together, Renee and Harry have an immense power that only soul mates possess.
Sirius, whom Timothy called "Great-Uncle Us" because he had a hard time pronouncing his name, looked kindly at Timothy.
"Hey, Timothy, why don't you go in your room and work on that dragon catcher you told me all about last time? I'll be in to look at it in a minute, I just want to talk with your mum and dad a moment."
"Alright…" Timothy moaned, slumping off to his room. Renee, Sirius, and Harry watched him go.
"The Potter genes are really prominent," Sirius laughed as they walked into the sitting room. "He's a miniature you, Harry!"
Harry grinned proudly.
"Runs in the family,"
"So what goes on, Sirius?" Renee pressed, rolling her eyes.
Sirius jabbed his hands into the long cloak he was wearing, sighing.
"Well, like I said… we're not too sure."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"There has been no Death Eater activity for three weeks in a row, so far." Sirius lowered his voice to a harsh whisper.
Renee and Harry stared.
"That's odd," Renee muttered. Harry nodded.
"Lupin and I don't know what to make of it, as well as the others. Dumbledore has called for a meeting tonight." As Sirius said the last part, he looked at Renee. She knew that she would have to watch Timothy, and let Harry go alone. It would be too much to bring him along, and it was too late to call for Ron and Hermione.
"Don't stay out too late," She smiled at Harry, fixing his shirt collar over his wizard's robes.
Harry kissed her and tucked a long strand of her brown hair behind her ear.
"I better go look in on Timothy, I promised I would…" Sirius said, leaving the room.
Harry looked at Renee with concerned eyes.
"Will you be alright?"
Renee smiled at him, cocking her head.
"Of course, silly! We go through this everyday!"
He gave her a small, slight grin, kissing her forehead. She breathed deeply, for even though she knew her husband was more than capable of handling anything… there was still that deep fear that she could loose him. It pained her heart to watch him go to work everyday, not being at his side to help him if needed. The part of herself that he filled would become torn, longing for his presence. She knew he felt the same, she could feel it.
Timothy and Sirius came walking up the hallway, Harry and Renee stood by the front door as Harry prepared to leave.
"Guess what, mum and dad?! Great-uncle Us made it work!" Timothy held up a small contraption, sparks whizzing about inside and a trap door hinged open with a golden strand of magic.
"Er…" Sirius leaned over and whispered to Renee. "I would keep small domestic animals away from it, if I were you."
Renee smiled at him disapprovingly.
"Between you and Harry, Timothy's gonna grow up to be a delinquent!"
"Who? Me?" Both Harry and Sirius said in union, pointing to themselves with surprised looks.
"Where 'ya going dad?" Timothy looked up with Harry with his blue eyes, beginning to frown.
Harry got down to one knee, pulling Timothy into a great hug.
"Dad's just got to go into work for a few hours with Great-uncle Us. You stay here and take care of your mum, you're the man of the house until I get home."
"I don't want you to go, you're on vacation, remember?" Timothy said, muffled from Harry's embrace.
Harry pulled him to look straight into his eyes.
"I know, tomorrow we'll do something special… just the two of us, alright?
Timothy nodded and Harry ruffled his hair. Renee stepped forward and picked Timothy up, his head falling onto her shoulder. She gently rubbed his back and she looked into Harry's eyes with longing.
"Get back soon, please?"
He leaned over and kissed her, Renee kissing him back.
"Don't worry," He smiled, parting the bangs from her eyes. "You know what to do if you need me."
Sirius slapped Harry's shoulder playfully, trying to lighten the mood obviously.
"I'll keep an eye on this trouble maker, no worries Renee!"
Timothy giggled and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Be good," Harry said sternly, but with a smile on his face at Timothy. He nodded and Renee squeezed him tightly. Harry and Sirius walked through the front door.
"And no detours that involve sending off dungbombs in the underground, for crying out loud!" Renee called after them, hearing their guilty laughter as Harry and Sirius disapparated into the night.
Renee prepared Timothy for bed, and finally got him into his room before it got too late. The scarlet walls, textured with teal, made the room cozy and warm. Renee walked past magical toys thrown on the floor, which she pointed her wand at, making them go back to Timothy's toy chest. She stopped to pick up Timothy's favorite toy, his stuffed owl named Hoot.
"Hoot!" Timothy called, jumping on his bed.
"Alright, alright… calm down now." Renee scolded, handing him the owl which he grasped tightly in his arms and laid down. She tucked the covers snugly around him and kissed his forehead, gently.
"Get to sleep now, wild one."
He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide yet tired. His sweet smile filled his face and Renee beamed at him. He then looked up at the ceiling, where the large magical mural Renee had painted before he was born blazed with the scene of outer space.
"Mum?" He asked quietly, as Renee had begun to reach the door.
"Yes, honey?"
Timothy broke his stare with the mural and stared at her face with a curious expression.
"How did dad get his scar? The light'ing bolt on his forehead?"
Renee swallowed hard. She and Harry were preparing for this question, just as much as for the one about the "birds and the bees". They both agreed that Harry would explain it fully to him, when he was ready. She tried to look casual, and not surprised at Timothy.
"You should ask dad, later on. He would be better able to explain it to you."
Timothy looked disappointed but opened his mouth to ask another question before Renee could argue.
"Why was dad's parents killed by the bad wizard?"
Renee could not help but look at him, nervously.
"Again, you should ask your father about that."
"But…" Timothy sat up in bed.
Renee looked at him sternly.
"It's bed time Timothy, you want to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for your dad tomorrow, don't you?"
Timothy sighed, nodded, and fell back against his pillow.
Renee's face softened and she smiled at him. She waved her wand and the lighted candles in the holders on the walls went out, the only light coming from the faint glow of the magical sun and twinkling of the stars on the ceiling's mural.
As she began to close the door, Timothy spoke up again.
"What about your scar, mum? The one on your hand."
Renee stopped and stared at him, her mouth falling level. She glanced at her right palm, which bore a large scar of a burn that she had gotten while being held prisoner by Voldemort. For a moment, she didn't say anything.
"Mum?"
"This…" She said carefully, still looking at her palm. "This is a reminder of the time when I found out just how much your father loved me."
Timothy, his eyes just visible in the light that was pouring in from the hallway, looked confused… but said nothing further. Renee sighed, and began to close the door again.
"Sweet dreams, Timothy. I love you,"
He yawned, turning over.
"Love you, mum."
Renee closed the door and stood still in front of it. She looked down at her right palm, the scar plainly visible in the full light of the hallway. It was her own souvenir of an encounter with Voldemort. Harry wasn't the only one with a battle scar… Voldemort had left his mark on her as well.
The memories still haunted her to the day. She nearly lost her life in that encounter… Harry's love for her saved her. Locked in a magical darkness, her wand the only source of light, she tried to retrieve it, only to be badly burned at it's touch.
Renee's senses were keen to the workings of the Dark Arts. She could feel it's evil when it was at it's peek. Even with news of no trouble, it bothered Renee deep down. Something was going to happen, and she had the feeling that the worst was yet to come.
"It's the eye of the storm," Renee whispered to no one.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed nine thirty, and she walked slowly into her bedroom to get into her pajamas. Her troubled soul felt that of Harry's, who must have been feeling the same thing.
Destiny was calling to them, what they were meant to do would soon need to be accomplished… and they both knew it.
A/N: Just setting up for the story... again, I'm doing this as I go so I know how it'll end... and I know bits and pieces of the middle... it's just filling in the gaps that will surprise you. And me, for that matter. ::laughs nervously, eyeing her surroundings::
Ahem. Anywho, keep an eye out for chapter two... I wrote this when I should of been studying for my 9 Weeks Humanities exam ::laughs nervously again::
::waves and runs to backpack and whips out folder::
~OrcaPotter