TITLE: Realization
AUTHOR: Becky
E-MAIL: gutrball7@yahoo.com
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: AU-Alternative Universe
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
STARTED: October 29, 2000
FINISHED:
SUMMARY: In an alternate universe, Harry's parents are still alive. How are
things different? Some differences are fabulous. Like no Dudley. But on the
other hand, others are very deadly....
**DISCLAIMER: I realize that I do not own Harry, Ron, Hermionie, James, Lily,
Voldemort, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Neville, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Snape...etc. But
I DO own Jenny! So ha!
^*^*^
CHAPTER ONE
"Harry! Harry, come on, get up son!"
The sound of his father's voice traveled up the stairs, and seeped through the
door, and found it's way to Harry Potter's ears.
Groggy Harry rubbed his eyes, and pushed his messy black hair off his scar-less
forehead. He picked up his glasses off the side table, and put them on his
bright green eyes. And when he suddenly remembered what day it was, he bolted
out of bed.
"What to wear...what to wear..." Harry thought as he looked through his nicely
fitting clothes. He picked a nice blue tee shirt, and through it on over his
head.
"God, I hate this scar," he said to himself as he looked at his lightning
shaped scar on his chest.
Harry had gotten that scar when he was a baby. But he never found out how. His
parents always just changed the subject whenever Harry asked about it.
Young Potter combed his unruly jet-black hair, and ran downstairs. There,
presents were awaiting the new fifteen-year-old.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" said Lily. She ran up to him and kissed him on his
cheek, and handed him a thin box. Harry already knew what it was. It was a new
broom, a Firebolt.
"Thanks, mom. Hey, dad. What's on the wireless?"
James shook his head. "Another Muggle attack. One dead, one in serious
condition."
Fear took over Harry, but he was used to it. News like this was on the
television all the time, for as long as he could remember. It was, without a
doubt, the work of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
"It's horrible," said Lily, who continued to spread icing all over Harry's
birthday cake. "Why would someone want to kill Muggles? They are harmless!"
"I agree, Lily," said James. "It's disgusting."
A little blonde girl came running down the stairs, holding a present out to
Harry. It was Harry's sister, Jenny.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" she said, handed Harry his present, and ran over to
James. "Daddy, can I go horseback riding today?" she asked. Lily, who was from
a Muggle family, introduced Jenny to horseback riding a few years ago.
James shook his head. "Not today, honey. I'm taking Harry to Ron's house, and
then I have a meeting with Lucius Malfoy. Your mothers' going to be cleaning
all day."
Jenny pouted, and slouched over to Harry. "Can I go with you?" she asked. "I'll
play with Ginny. I promise I won't bug you guys. Pleeeease?!" she asked.
Harry groaned. "No, Jen. Ginny's coming with Ron and me to Diagon Ally. We've
got to go shopping for our Hogwarts stuff. Unless, mum, you want me to take her
so she can get her robes and her wand?"
Lily nodded. "Harry, that would be wonderful. I have no time to get Jenny her
things. And your father is going to be busy all month with this Malfoy
character.
"Alright. Jenny, you can go with the kids." Jenny jumped up and down. "But you
have to listen to what Harry says. Right Harry?" commanded Lily.
"That's right," agreed Harry. "Dad? Dad, we'd better get going. Ron does not
want me late."
James looked at his watch...and groaned. "Darn. I wanted to find out more about
this attack, but all right! Come on Harry. You coming, Jen?" he asked as he
grabbed the Floo Powder.
"Coming, coming!" she said excitedly.
And then, they were gone.
****
"Harry! Good to see you! Happy birthday!" said Mr. Weasley as Harry emerged
from their fireplace.
"Good to see you too, Mr. Weasley!" replied Harry, happy to be back in the
Burrow.
"Harry! Harry!" Ron came into the room. "Harry, Fred and George were made Head
Boys this year. Can you believe it?" asked Ron.
"I can't believe it," said Harry sarcastically. "You know how they are SO BAD."
Fred and George were Ron's older bothers, who were twins. And they were
perfect. Nothing about them was bad.
The Weasley child who was a total troublemaker was Percy. But, unfortunately,
Percy was out of Hogwarts. There would be no stink bombs this year.
Ron spotted Jenny. "Oh, hi Jen. Coming with us, are you?"
Jenny, who was fond of Ron, blushed and nodded.
"Well," said Fred who had emerged into the room. "Let us get going, shall we? I
have to get a new owl, if that's all right with you, father?"
Mr. Weasley bit his lip. He didn't want to say that he couldn't afford it in
front of James and Harry.
"Er...we'll discuss it later, eh son?" he said.
Fred nodded. "Yes, father."
Harry, who was discussing the Chudley Cannons with Ron, suddenly stopped in mid-
sentence. He smiled broadly, unable to find the words to express the emotion
that had come over him.
Hermionie Granger was walking down the stairs, towards Harry. Though they had
been going out for some time now, her absolute beauty always amazed Harry. Long,
wavy, flowing brown hair curled around her shoulders, and it bounced when she
walked. Her eyes sparkled with a gleam of happiness, and her long legs carried
her perfect body closer and closer to Harry.
Hermionie felt the same way about Harry. She was always breathless when she saw
him. Those eyes that just melted the soul...and the way his smile made her heart
flutter. He was, without a doubt, the cutest, and most admired boy in school.
And when he had contacts in instead of his glasses, he was even more attractive.
"Harry," said Hermionie, "you're late!"
Harry shook his head. "No, you just take too long walking down the stairs." He
began searching for a complement he had never used before. "Uh...your hair is
bouncing nicely today." Harry blushed-that wasn't what he was looking for.
Hermionie giggled, and James gave Harry a look that said, "smooth son, smooth."
Ginny came racing down the stairs after Hermionie. The redhead tripped when she
saw Harry, and blushed. Oh, she was another of the many girls that liked Harry.
And not only for his looks, but also for his attitude. His humor. His undying
love for books, and music....
Mr. Weasley ended his conversation with James and turned to the teens which
occupied most of the space in the small room.
"Daddy, Jenny and I want to stay here, is that alright?" asked Ginny
"Yes, darling. You may. We'd better get going, huh?" he asked. Harry nodded,
along with Hermionie. "Okay then. Let's go." Mr. Weasley then turned to face
James. "So long James. I hope to see you soon."
James nodded. Then, in a serious whisper, said to Mr. Weasley, "Promise me you
won't let anything happen to Harry. You will keep an eye on him, won't you?"
Mr. Weasley replied, "Of course, James. I swear to you I won't let you down."
James nodded. "Alright then." He faced Harry. "Harry, don't you go anywhere
you're not supposed too. Don't you dare go looking for trouble. I don't care if
it's your birthday."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know dad! You don't have to worry about me!"
James didn't care what Harry said...he was VERY worried about his son. But for
what reason, Harry couldn't understand.
"Okay. Be good, and good-bye!" said James, just before he disappeared right
before Harry's eyes.
^*^*^
There IS more! Do not panic!
AUTHOR: Becky
E-MAIL: gutrball7@yahoo.com
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: AU-Alternative Universe
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
STARTED: October 29, 2000
FINISHED:
SUMMARY: In an alternate universe, Harry's parents are still alive. How are
things different? Some differences are fabulous. Like no Dudley. But on the
other hand, others are very deadly....
**DISCLAIMER: I realize that I do not own Harry, Ron, Hermionie, James, Lily,
Voldemort, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Neville, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Snape...etc. But
I DO own Jenny! So ha!
^*^*^
CHAPTER ONE
"Harry! Harry, come on, get up son!"
The sound of his father's voice traveled up the stairs, and seeped through the
door, and found it's way to Harry Potter's ears.
Groggy Harry rubbed his eyes, and pushed his messy black hair off his scar-less
forehead. He picked up his glasses off the side table, and put them on his
bright green eyes. And when he suddenly remembered what day it was, he bolted
out of bed.
"What to wear...what to wear..." Harry thought as he looked through his nicely
fitting clothes. He picked a nice blue tee shirt, and through it on over his
head.
"God, I hate this scar," he said to himself as he looked at his lightning
shaped scar on his chest.
Harry had gotten that scar when he was a baby. But he never found out how. His
parents always just changed the subject whenever Harry asked about it.
Young Potter combed his unruly jet-black hair, and ran downstairs. There,
presents were awaiting the new fifteen-year-old.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" said Lily. She ran up to him and kissed him on his
cheek, and handed him a thin box. Harry already knew what it was. It was a new
broom, a Firebolt.
"Thanks, mom. Hey, dad. What's on the wireless?"
James shook his head. "Another Muggle attack. One dead, one in serious
condition."
Fear took over Harry, but he was used to it. News like this was on the
television all the time, for as long as he could remember. It was, without a
doubt, the work of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
"It's horrible," said Lily, who continued to spread icing all over Harry's
birthday cake. "Why would someone want to kill Muggles? They are harmless!"
"I agree, Lily," said James. "It's disgusting."
A little blonde girl came running down the stairs, holding a present out to
Harry. It was Harry's sister, Jenny.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" she said, handed Harry his present, and ran over to
James. "Daddy, can I go horseback riding today?" she asked. Lily, who was from
a Muggle family, introduced Jenny to horseback riding a few years ago.
James shook his head. "Not today, honey. I'm taking Harry to Ron's house, and
then I have a meeting with Lucius Malfoy. Your mothers' going to be cleaning
all day."
Jenny pouted, and slouched over to Harry. "Can I go with you?" she asked. "I'll
play with Ginny. I promise I won't bug you guys. Pleeeease?!" she asked.
Harry groaned. "No, Jen. Ginny's coming with Ron and me to Diagon Ally. We've
got to go shopping for our Hogwarts stuff. Unless, mum, you want me to take her
so she can get her robes and her wand?"
Lily nodded. "Harry, that would be wonderful. I have no time to get Jenny her
things. And your father is going to be busy all month with this Malfoy
character.
"Alright. Jenny, you can go with the kids." Jenny jumped up and down. "But you
have to listen to what Harry says. Right Harry?" commanded Lily.
"That's right," agreed Harry. "Dad? Dad, we'd better get going. Ron does not
want me late."
James looked at his watch...and groaned. "Darn. I wanted to find out more about
this attack, but all right! Come on Harry. You coming, Jen?" he asked as he
grabbed the Floo Powder.
"Coming, coming!" she said excitedly.
And then, they were gone.
****
"Harry! Good to see you! Happy birthday!" said Mr. Weasley as Harry emerged
from their fireplace.
"Good to see you too, Mr. Weasley!" replied Harry, happy to be back in the
Burrow.
"Harry! Harry!" Ron came into the room. "Harry, Fred and George were made Head
Boys this year. Can you believe it?" asked Ron.
"I can't believe it," said Harry sarcastically. "You know how they are SO BAD."
Fred and George were Ron's older bothers, who were twins. And they were
perfect. Nothing about them was bad.
The Weasley child who was a total troublemaker was Percy. But, unfortunately,
Percy was out of Hogwarts. There would be no stink bombs this year.
Ron spotted Jenny. "Oh, hi Jen. Coming with us, are you?"
Jenny, who was fond of Ron, blushed and nodded.
"Well," said Fred who had emerged into the room. "Let us get going, shall we? I
have to get a new owl, if that's all right with you, father?"
Mr. Weasley bit his lip. He didn't want to say that he couldn't afford it in
front of James and Harry.
"Er...we'll discuss it later, eh son?" he said.
Fred nodded. "Yes, father."
Harry, who was discussing the Chudley Cannons with Ron, suddenly stopped in mid-
sentence. He smiled broadly, unable to find the words to express the emotion
that had come over him.
Hermionie Granger was walking down the stairs, towards Harry. Though they had
been going out for some time now, her absolute beauty always amazed Harry. Long,
wavy, flowing brown hair curled around her shoulders, and it bounced when she
walked. Her eyes sparkled with a gleam of happiness, and her long legs carried
her perfect body closer and closer to Harry.
Hermionie felt the same way about Harry. She was always breathless when she saw
him. Those eyes that just melted the soul...and the way his smile made her heart
flutter. He was, without a doubt, the cutest, and most admired boy in school.
And when he had contacts in instead of his glasses, he was even more attractive.
"Harry," said Hermionie, "you're late!"
Harry shook his head. "No, you just take too long walking down the stairs." He
began searching for a complement he had never used before. "Uh...your hair is
bouncing nicely today." Harry blushed-that wasn't what he was looking for.
Hermionie giggled, and James gave Harry a look that said, "smooth son, smooth."
Ginny came racing down the stairs after Hermionie. The redhead tripped when she
saw Harry, and blushed. Oh, she was another of the many girls that liked Harry.
And not only for his looks, but also for his attitude. His humor. His undying
love for books, and music....
Mr. Weasley ended his conversation with James and turned to the teens which
occupied most of the space in the small room.
"Daddy, Jenny and I want to stay here, is that alright?" asked Ginny
"Yes, darling. You may. We'd better get going, huh?" he asked. Harry nodded,
along with Hermionie. "Okay then. Let's go." Mr. Weasley then turned to face
James. "So long James. I hope to see you soon."
James nodded. Then, in a serious whisper, said to Mr. Weasley, "Promise me you
won't let anything happen to Harry. You will keep an eye on him, won't you?"
Mr. Weasley replied, "Of course, James. I swear to you I won't let you down."
James nodded. "Alright then." He faced Harry. "Harry, don't you go anywhere
you're not supposed too. Don't you dare go looking for trouble. I don't care if
it's your birthday."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know dad! You don't have to worry about me!"
James didn't care what Harry said...he was VERY worried about his son. But for
what reason, Harry couldn't understand.
"Okay. Be good, and good-bye!" said James, just before he disappeared right
before Harry's eyes.
^*^*^
There IS more! Do not panic!