Lizzie Heart and the Years after Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything JK Rowling does. I just thank her very much for letting sharing and letting us play with her fantastic creation.
WARNING: Do not attempt to read this before you have read Lizzie Heart and her Journey to Hogwarts, which can be found when you click on my penname. This is the sequal.
Chapter One. A Birthday Surprise.
Lizzie awoke as soon as the sun shone through her bedroom window. She opened her eyes and jumped off her comfortable warm bed and stretched out, yawning. She walked over to her wardrobe and opened it enthusiastically. Lizzie surveyed her many different items of clothing and different outfits. It plays well being on the England Quidditch Team. Lizzie chose her jogging tracksuit, slipped it on and tied her trainers onto her feet. She left her flat and started to jog. Lizzie loved a brisk jog in the morning, it was the best way to wake up, and it gave her the best time to think. The morning air was cold against her face, but it didn't matter. Nothing could put a stop to Lizzie's good mood. She was a fresh twenty year old fit woman with a good career ahead of her, she had a loving family and great friends. Life in general was excellent.
Not just for Lizzie though, for the whole wizarding world. In Lizzie's final year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort, once and for all. But only a few people, including Lizzie, knew how he did it. It was one of Lizzie's best kept secrets, and she would keep it forever until a certain someone was ready to share it with the world.
Lizzie jogged for a total of half and hour through the back streets of Cambridge where she lived before going back to her flat. She walked through the front door, and walked straight into her living room. Lizzie reached in her pocket and reached for her wand, she muttered "occnuculus" so the curtains would open to let in the morning light. But they didn't open, they didn't even flinch. Lizzie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked around the darkened room. Something wasn't right, the room felt…eerie. Suddenly the curtains flew open,
"SURPRISE!"
Lizzie's stomach jumped to the top of her throat as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lizzie's sister Alex, Remus and her Dad emerged from behind the sofas.
"Happy Birthday!" They all shouted in unison.
Lizzie just grinned, as everyone surrounded her giving her hugs and wishing her a happy birthday individually. The only person who didn't hug Lizzie was Harry, and he had a good reason too. Her Dad swept her into an enormous hug, which Lizzie returned.
"Happy Birthday sweetie,"
"Thank you Dad."
Patrick Heart was the most genuine; honest man you could ever meet. He was also very protective of his daughters ever since he found out that one of Lizzie's ex-boyfriends happened to be a Death Eater and kid-napped her and Harry in their sixth year at Hogwarts so Lord Voldemort could kill them, just like he killed Patrick's wife. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box and pushed it in Lizzie's hands.
"Open it when you're alone." He muttered quietly. Lizzie nodded and pocketed the box, though was utterly confused. Lizzie turned and smiled at her sister and Remus who had his arms wrapped around Alex's waist.
"Happy Birthday," They said together.
"Thanks," Lizzie replied.
"You'll get your main present from us in a couple of days," Remus said.
"Ooo, intriguing. What is it?" Lizzie asked eagerly.
Alex simply tapped her nose with her forefinger. Lizzie sighed and walked over to her school friends who were sitting on the sofa. Hermione was sitting on Ron's lap and Lizzie smiled at the two.
Ron and Hermione got together at the end of their seventh year, a day before their leaving ceremony, but only after some very hard and tiring persuasion from Harry and Lizzie. Harry was sitting next to the couple; they were all chatting away unaware that Lizzie was approaching.
"So when are you going to tell her?" Ron asked.
"I dunno," Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well you better tell her soon, this is obviously taking a strain on you," Hermione said.
"Tell who what?" Lizzie interrupted. The trio all turned their heads and looked at Lizzie, surprised. "What? Surprised to see me?"
"No, we're all in your flat after all." Ron answered with a fake laugh.
"So who were you talking about?" Lizzie questioned, sitting on the arm of the sofa.
"Er…no one," Harry brushed of quickly. Lizzie gave him a disbelieving look and then turned to Hermione, hoping she would tell her.
"She is an auror in the alliance who has caught Harry's eye," Hermione informed.
Lizzie saw Harry go scarlet in the corner of her eye. Even though Lizzie and Harry haven't been together for over seven months, they still felt awkward around each other when they when alone. Talking about each other's love lives was absent in their mild conversations. In fact, most of the conversations were either about Ron and Hermione or Quidditch. Lizzie wished that they could put their past behind them and be the good friends they once were, but things that were left unsaid and the unresolved issues were still working. Also, Lizzie didn't feel to good about what she did either. Ron and Hermione did their best to get them back together again but all they could do was get them talking once again…just. Lizzie resented what she did to Harry now and guessed that he was not going to forgive her too quickly about it. In truth, Lizzie still had some feelings for Harry that she brushed aside overtime, and hearing that he was now onto another girl wasn't something she wanted to hear. It's not like she even wanted him back, but it's just that she didn't want anyone else to have him either.
Lizzie looked around the room. Her dad was chatting to Alex and Remus, all looking happy. Remus still had his arms around Alex's waist and was smiling broadly. It was a surprise to see Remus this happy. Ever since he was burnt by Wormtail's silver hand back in Lizzie's sixth year at Hogwarts, he had refrained from going to new places or even going out at all. It was not that he was scared of Wormtail, if Remus ran into him Lizzie was sure that Remus would kill him. But the burns on Remus' left cheek left some bad scarring, you could still see the faint outline and a hand and it was coloured red. Remus was very self-conscious about it. Thankfully, because of Alex, he has got a lot better over the last sixth months, although still sceptical about going out.
Lizzie was glad to see Alex so happy also. She had given up her post of Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts when Lizzie left because she got promoted in the Auror Alliance and was in charge of the training of future Aurors (meaning that she was training Harry) The extra workload strained her though. Lizzie barely saw her the first year she got the job, luckily she was allowed an assistant and the beginning of this year and so Lizzie saw a huge chip had been lifted off her shoulders.
Her Dad's involvement in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was going fantastic. It's now a chain store and apparently thinking of going abroad. They were piling in the galleons and her dad moved into a mansion on The Downs in Berkshire from their tiny house in Little Whinging. He decided to stay in England to watch over his two daughters, but goes back to Italy regularly to visit his wife's grave.
Lizzie walked over to her Dad, Remus and Alex but instead of joining their conversation, she interrupted them.
"When do we do the presents?" She asked cheekily.
"Trust you that that is the only thing you think about." Alex said and winked.
"Ok, we'll do the presents," Remus said, "Oi, you lot. Time for the presents." He said across the room to Harry, Ron and Hermione.
They all sat down on the sofas and Lizzie sat on the floor in the middle, eagerly awaiting what was coming. This was the best part of your birthday, your friends around you, giving you gifts. Everyone materialised a present in their hands.
"So, whose first?" Hermione asked.
"Here," Ron said, handing Lizzie and large square shape wrapped in gold wrapping paper. Lizzie ripped of the wrapping paper quickly as possible and revealed a large slab of Honeydukes chocolate.
"Thanks Ron."
Hermione handed hers over next, the same procedure was repeated, Lizzie tore off the wrapping paper off in a flash. It was a hefty book called Famous Chasers and their tribulations.
"Wow, Hermione this is great," Lizzie thanked, her eyes wide on the book.
"You're in it," Hermione said, "On page two hundred and ninety three." Lizzie quickly flicked to that page and there she was. She began to read out loud.
Lizzie Heart.
Lizzie Heart is the youngest chaser ever to compete in the Quidditch World Cup. She first played for Italy in 1994 when the Cup was held in England. Unfortunately, during a match against Papua New Guinea, she had a terrible accident when she was struck by a bludger in the ribs. She fell of her broom and did herself terrible damage. The Healers of St. Mungos weren't sure if she was going to survive, let alone play Quidditch again. Luckily she did survive with minor scars and completed her education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is currently is captain of the Chudley Cannons and has been called up for the England squad for the next Quidditch World Cup which is to be held in Italy in 2000.
Lizzie smiled, "Well at least it's nothing bad."
"Alright, you can have your present from us now," Alex said, handing her a small box. Lizzie hesitated to take it.
"But you said I'll get my present in a couple of days." She said, utterly confused. Remus laughed.
"No, you'll get you main present then." Remus said.
"This is a little bit something extra," Alex said, smiling, and pushing the box into Lizzie's hands.
Still confused, Lizzie took it and opened to box. She saw what it was, if she was confused before, it was nothing to how she felt now.
Inside the box there was a metal key ring, the pendent was a mini version of herself on her Locarno 2000 broomstick, wearing Chudley Cannon robes.
"Like it?" Alex asked, "I saw it at the Chudley Cannons fan store at the stadium last time I came to see you play." Lizzie replied with a perplexed expression.
"Don't worry, it'll make sense soon enough." Remus confirmed.
Lizzie decided not to ask any more questions on the mysterious key ring. "Ok then, whose next?" Lizzie asked, though fully aware that Lizzie hadn't received a gift from Harry yet.
"Here," Harry said, passing a long thin velvet lined box to Lizzie. She opened it and gasped. Lying there was a simply gorgeous silver bracelet with looked to be emeralds and diamonds printed in it.
"Harry, this is … wow… you shouldn't have, honestly." Said Lizzie, still staring at the stunning bracelet, "How did you know that my favourite stone is emerald?"
"I didn't, I just saw it and thought it's nice." Harry replied and shrugged as if it was no big deal.
Lizzie was astounded; she couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't believe Harry would give her something this nice, this expensive. Lizzie felt guilt plunge down in her stomach. How could Harry have done something this thoughtful when Lizzie had done something so inexplicably horrible to him?
"Liz, I'm sorry I have got to go," Lizzie's dad said, "I've got to check on the Hogsmeade shop.
Have a great birthday sweetie." He kissed the top of Lizzie's head, walked over and kissed Alex on the cheek.
"Bye Dad," they sisters said in unison and he disapparated.
"Lizzie, I'm sorry but we have to go too." Alex said, standing up.
"Why?" Lizzie questioned.
Remus sighed, "Full moon," he simply said. Lizzie nodded, slightly disheartened.
"Happy Birthday," they said cheerfully together and disapparated. There was silence in the room for a minute. It was too bad that the full moon landed on Lizzie's birthday, but she understood. They have to go back so Remus can take his potion and prepare the basement of his cottage. To make Remus' transformations easier, Alex was actually training to become an animagus, just like the Marauder's did for him.
"So, Lizzie, what do you want to do for your birthday?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence.
"I'm a fresh twenty year old witch, where do you think I want to do?" Lizzie said grinning. Ron, Hermione and Harry and returned the smile. They knew where they were going – Scars.
A/N: How was that? Good? Bad? All criticism welcome!