Harry Potter and the Valdemalum
By: KijiSon
Disclaimer: I acknowledge that J. K. Rowling owns the copyright for Harry Potter and all other related names, the fiction in question intends only to pay homage to the books by borrowing its characters, with no intention to make a profit.
Chapter 1: A New World
Years had passed but pain still lingered for the fallen. Families still mourned for their loss, but they tried to press on. The world was safe again; Wizards and Muggles alike were able to walk the streets with out fear. The days almost seemed brighter with Kingsley Shacklebolt as the new Minister of Magic. Rebellions sprouted all around the world, but were nothing in the eyes of the new order. People were braver, stronger than they had ever felt before.
Innocent people were released from Azkaban, the dementors cursed from this earth for their betrayal on Ministry. Instead, Aurors guarded the gates of the prison, they were not as effective as the dementors but at the very least they were trustworthy.
As for the Order of the Phoenix, they disbanded, they no longer had to fight, but they were ready, ready for anything that came their way. They were ready to stop anyone who thought to disturb this peace that had befallen on the world.
Young wizards and witches flocked to the newly reopened school of Hogwarts. The school went on like it was before You-Know-Who came to power. The one great change that had come to this school was the new Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall; she was just what this school needed after the tragic death of Albus Dumbledore. Hogwarts was now a place of even more experienced teachers, like the new Herbology professor, Neville Longbottom.
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place had been restored to its original beauty, the garden blooming with life. Above the door a delicately carved sign shown in the sunlight as the sun rose in the sky reading 'The Potters'. Vines weave over the brick surface, outlining the delicate replaced windows, trimmed with care. It no long resembled the house Harry saw when he approached it all those years ago.
"Teddy! Come down here breakfast is ready!" Harry's voice called from the kitchen. Then little feet pounded down the stairs eagerly, his hair as bright as the sun, his hair always depicting his mood perfectly.
"I wan' pancakes!" He said in a bubbly fashion. He was such a happy little boy, nothing seemed to faze him. Harry smiled fondly at his godson, every time he laid eyes on him he saw Remus. Andromeda, Tonks' mother, would be there any moment to take him home. Harry enjoyed all the time he was able to spend with him, Andromeda was his official guardian but it seemed Teddy was always eager to say as long as possible with his godfather.
"Well, waffles will have to do," Harry said as he hoisted him up into his chair. "Grammie Meda will be here soon so eat up," Harry sat down at the table, his eyes passing over the front page of the Daily Prophet again, the font page reading 'Uprising in Romania, Four Die' Harry knew that it would be the first thing people were talking about as soon as he got to work at the Ministry.
Kreacher hobbled into the kitchen with Andromeda only moments later. He had barely survived the attack on Number Twelve when the Death Eaters stormed it after the secret was lost when Yaxley got a glimpse of the front step all those years ago.
"Grammie!" Teddy exclaimed excitedly, he had only just finished his first waffle and the second was forgotten as he lunged into her arms with excitement. He had been staying with Harry for a few days now but Harry's vacation was over, he had to get back to work.
"Well hello there," Andromeda said as she held Teddy in her arms kissing the top of his head in a loving manner. "Did you see the Prophet today?" She asked as she turned her attention to Harry who had just sent Kreacher off to fetch Teddy's bag.
"Yes, but the rebellions are coming less frequently now, so no need to worry," Harry replied, even if he wasn't so sure that everything would be okay. The rebellions were less frequent but they seemed even more organized than ever.
"Well then, say goodbye to Harry, Teddy." Andromeda said.
"Bye! You commin' to my birfday righ'?" Teddy had been talking about his birthday ever since he had gotten there. Harry would never be aloud to forget, not that he would, Teddy meant the world to him.
"Yeah, you can count on it. What are you going to be? Twelve? Eleven?" Harry grinned as he spoke.
"N-o, five!" He giggled. Harry had remembered but Teddy's laughs would help him get through this day that was sure to be dreadful considering the papers.
When Andromeda was gone Harry sat down at the table again with a sigh. Alone again. Things with Harry and Ginny were rocky from the start, Harry supposed that it wasn't meant to be. He had thought about perusing Cho again but he later discovered that she had married a Muggle man named Fredric Ping and they were expecting their first child in late March.
" Is the Master heading into work now? It is eight o'clock." Kreacher asked as he cleared the table, and hobbled off to wash the dishes.
"Yeah, expect me late Kreacher, I'm sure to have a pile of paper work today," Harry rose from his seat and pulled on his traveling cloak. "Don't bother with dinner, I'll find something in the fridge when I get home." With that he was off.