Authors Notes
I own nothing that is Harry Potter related. I only own non canon characters. Thank you for reading.
The Diary.
A Harry Potter fan fiction.
The man walked down the road in the dark, he was dressed in a black travelling cloak and he held a wand. It was dark, almost midnight on the one night of the year where the veil between the living and the dead was the thinnest. The anniversary of the death of his parents. Halloween.
It was a misty night. The fog rolling around the walk way in the small village of Godrics Hollow. The church clock chimed midnight as the man walked through the village. He stopped and looked up, he had arrived.
Walking through a bent gate he looked towards the ruins of an old house, it had been twenty five years to the day since it had blown apart with the force of a rebounding spell, the spell that was meant to kill him. He raised his hand to the scar on his forehead, long since silent after the death of the dark lord. From his pocket he removed a piece of parchment, written in ink was a few words. It had arrived by owl that morning, his wife Ginny had accepted it for him, and he opened it when he arrived home. On the parchment read the words.
'Come back twenty five years after our death.'
That's all it said, but he knew exactly were to go, and what to do. He stood in the ruins in what was meant to be the kitchen and waited. The witching hour was approaching, it was almost midnight. The temperature cooling by the seconds, the mist swirling faster than he had ever seen it go before. It was coming.
Suddenly a light pierced the area where the man was standing, the whole of the ruins lit up in a bright white light as the clock on the church tower chimed midnight. The witching hour was upon him. The veil had opened.
Out of the light came a voice. 'Harry, look for the diary, it will tell you everything you need to know. Harry you have to find her.'
As the bell chimed its last the light vanished, and all was clear and calm. He had to find it. The book that the voice had told him about. He recognised the voice from his past. His mother had come through from the other side, told him to find a diary. The question was why?
He started to look around where he stood. In the ruins was mouldy clothes ripped apart, bits of burnt parchment, metal bed stands, a burnt cot. Everything from his first year of life baby toys, a very small broom stick, he even found the remains of a wand. His mother's or maybe his father's he would never know. Lying at the bottom of one pile of rubbish was a small leather bound book. He opened it very cautiously inside the front cover was an inscription.
'This is the diary of James Potter and Lily Potter, given to us on our wedding day by the parents of James Potter, it includes all our worldly secrets. This diary is to be read only on the event of our death or afterwards.'
Underneath the inscription was one more line. The ink was still wet.
'Please help Harry, we love you'
What ever was in this diary, Harry knew he had to help. Gathering himself together, and looking around one last time, he stood up and walked away from the ruins of his parents home.
Walking through the village, he saw the monument that had been erected when his parents had died, it showed itself to any witch or wizard that walked past, but stayed like a war memorial if a muggle walked past.
He stopped to read all the names that had been signed on there throughout his hunt for the Horcruxes. Once again he saw the words Please Help Harry, we love you. Why did his parents need his help. He didn't understand it, he needed to get himself home so he could read the diary.
Turning on the spot and with a loud CRACK he apparated, he still didn't like it, the feeling of being sucked up a hoover. Landing suddenly on hard pavement, he got his balance and looked around. Grimmauld Place London. He had reached his destination alright, quickly feeling over his body to check everything was in the right place. Once satisfied he started to walk to his home, as he was the secret keeper the house was already visible to him.
Stepping through the door he was met by Kreacher the house elf. 'Master you have returned. Mistress Ginny is waiting in the kitchen for you.' He said taking the travelling cloak off Harry's shoulders.
'Thank you Kreacher, could we please have some tea, and a little supper?' Harry replied.
He walked down the hall and through the door to the steps leading to the kitchen. Ginny greeted him with a smile and a kiss.
'Harry, you're frozen, come and sit down by the fire and tell me what the note was about.' Ginny said, ushering harry towards the end of the room where the large fire was blazing.
Kreacher came bustling over to them with a tray containing tea and cake for them both.
'Thank you Kreacher, got to bed now, it's late.' Ginny said lifting the tray from him and placing it on the small tea table between them. Kreacher nodded in reply, and left the room. She lifted the pot and poured out a cup for Harry. He took it from her and sipped gratefully. A sigh escaped him as he settled himself and warmed up in front of the fire. His hands slowly defrosting around the hot cup of tea.
Sighing again he started to talk. 'The letter that arrived, I don't know who sent it, but I went to the place they were talking about. It turns out it was Godrics Hollow I had to go to. To the house that I lived in with my parents.' He started.
'But Harry that house is in ruins.' Ginny interrupted.
'Please just let me speak.' Harry asked her. Ginny went to speak again, but seeing that he was pushing himself to talk she stopped.
'I went to Godrics Hollow, and walked around a bit before I went to the house. It was so cold, the fog was rolling around my feet as I walked I knew that something was going to happen. When I got to the house, I waited in what used to be the kitchen. As the church bell struck midnight, this light appeared it was a brilliant shock of white light so bright it almost blinded me, I had to close my eyes a little so I could see properly. I heard a voice, it was my mothers voice, calling to me telling me to look for a diary, I didn't know what she meant, until the light was gone. I lit my wand up and found all sorts in the rubble, I even found part of one of my parents wands. I don't know whose it was though, too badly damaged to use, but I brought it home anyway. Then underneath a lot of things I found this.' Standing up he pulled out the leather bound diary from his pocket.
He handed the book to Ginny who examined it on the outside. 'Oh my!' She said quietly. 'Harry this is really old, I think you had better call Hermione over to have a look at this, just so she can some spells to make sure it is safe. I mean the last spell that was performed in that house was to try and kill you, so we need to make sure it's safe.' She finished.
'Harry pulled out some powder from the pot next to the fire, knowing Ron would still be up playing on his new found Playstation games console. 'Ron Weasley.' He said loudly as he threw the powder into the flames.
'Harry, you scared the life out of me' Ron exclaimed.
'Sorry Ron, I need to speak to Hermione, is she still up?' Harry asked.
'Hiya Harry.' Came a voice from the kitchen. 'What's wrong?' Hermione asked coming into the room.
'I need you to come over, we need to talk, it's kind of important, I found this in Godrics Hollow, need you to scan it over and tell me what you think.' He showed the brown leather bound book.
'Oh my goodness, Harry let me get dressed, we'll be right over.' Hermione said, and the flew cut off. Ten minutes later, Hermione called out in the hall.
'We're in the kitchen Hermione.' Ginny called up the stairs.
'OK Harry start from the beginning' Ron said, as he and Hermione sat down at the kitchen table.
As Ginny made them all some food and another pot of tea Harry explained about the owl that had arrived that morning and what had happened in Godrics Hollow.
Ron and Hermione listened intently to what he was saying, and after he had finished Hermione laughed. 'Well then Harry, its a bloody good job Ron and I have two weeks leave from work. It looks like the old gang have got a job to do. To start with give me that diary.'
Harry handed over the diary to Hermione who who scanned it over with her wand. Everyone left her to do her work, as they discussed the situation together. Ron being as baffled as Harry and Ginny were about the whole thing.
After a while Hermione spoke up. 'OK then, I have done all the scans and spells that I know of and everything is fine. It is just a normal diary. Your parents spelled it so that the only person who can read it is a blood relative. I have no idea of what is written inside because the pages appear blank to me. There is a counteracting spell that I know of so I can change that. But I will only do it if you want me to Harry.'
'Do it Hermione. I can't do this alone, I need your help. All of you.' Harry said.
Hermione waved her wand backwards and forwards over the book. As she did she muttered to herself 'Allaborat illa in plena, necesse est omnibus revelare'
Within seconds the book opened the pages full of script.
September 28th 1978
Well, we did it. James and I have tied the knot so to speak. We are married well and truly. We move into our home together in Godrics Hollow in the next few days. For now though we are living with James's parents. I don't really mind living here, I can't wait until we spend time here throughout next summer. We hope that we will have a little baby by then though or at least be pregnant by then. Today was amazing, James's family really pushed the boat out. Sirius in dress robes was funny, he hates being dressed like that. We had so much fun, I really will remember our wedding for the rest of my life. There was absolutely no trouble from you know who and his followers. Except the storm that started brewing towards the end of the night everything was perfect. The pictures will be ready soon, James said he will pick them up in a few days. There is a man in my life, and I will never let him go.
Yours Lily Potter
After seeing his mothers writing Harry got tears in his eyes. The first time he had ever seen it.
Authors Notes.
OK so this is a work in progress, please bare with me on it. I'm still wary about the whole thing, but it has been brewing in my brain for a while. Please read my other fics and thank you for reviews I thrive on them.