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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note:
This story is based on a One-Shot fan fiction entitled "All There Is" by sellthelie/mandy_jg. I liked the story so I created my own version of it. This story is completely different but I got some great ideas from "All There Is", so I'll give the author credits for that. I wanted to thank sellthelie/mandy_jg for writing a very interesting story. Her story inspired me to write for the first time. Please read and review. Thanks. Enjoy!
Summary:
Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson::Post-War::Harry has been staying in the Muggle world for more than a decade. He lived a normal life away from everything that has something to do with his past. For some complicated reason, he turned his back to the life he once had and to his friends who have been with him for the longest time.
Chapter 1: His New Life
It's a beautiful day. The harmonious chirping of birds is enough to depict the fairness of the weather. The morning breeze brushed away the chilling traces of the night. The sun's in a good mood, one must say.
A shaft of golden light sneaked its way through the small gap between the black curtains of Harry Potter's bedside-window. The stream of daylight seemed to be intently focused on his face, which exasperated him, making him growl under his breath.
He furiously swatted the immensely annoying beam away, which obviously doesn't make any sense. He turned his back against the light and lifted his blanket to cover his entire body.
"Bugger off, you bloody sun!" he muttered grouchily as he fell back to sleep.
A couple of minutes later, he jerked his head up looking at the then blurry space around him. He crumpled his eyes with his hands and sat up. He stared absently at the grey walls of his flat for several seconds thoughtfully touching his lightning-shaped scar, one of the few reminders of his past.
"It's been a long time," he whispered to himself. "Oh Merlin's beard! What time is it?" He panicked, as he noticed the radiance indicating the start of a new day. He sprung to his feet, throwing the blanket to the floor. He retrieved his wrist watch from the trunk beside his bed and rushed his way to the loo.
"Why didn't you wake me up you useless watch? I'll be dead if I don't get there in time!" He scowled, chiding the poor wrist watch.
He reached the shower after a few strides, removed his boxers, threw it to the laundry bin and let himself be embraced by the lukewarm water.
It took him a while to finish washing his long yet still unruly hair. He dried it with a clean towel, not bothering to use magic at all.
He got used to the muggle-way of doing everyday things ever since he left the Wizarding World almost eleven years ago. Though he always had his wand ready whenever needed, he doesn't rely that much to magic anymore. A couple of charms here and there, a few chants for ward enforcement and the ever reliable glamour charm to hide his daunting scar were the only spells traceable from his old holly. He does wandless magic once in a while when he's alone, but he really tries hard not to. He hadn't even apparated for years now.
He put on the black corduroy trousers he wore the day before and dug his closet for a clean shirt. He pulled his shoulder-length raven-black hair into a neat ponytail. This is the only way he can manage his unruly hair.
His emerald eyes gazed into the mirror examining his face. He's not the same scrawny boy anymore. His face is more defined, more masculine in verity with the tuft of black hair on his chin. He got rid of his atrocious round glasses after an intricate muggle eye operation. He looked more like Sirius except for his beautiful emerald eyes.
He summoned his wand from his bedside table. Once he got hold of his wand, a few swishes and flicks and a silent incantation, vanished his lightning-shaped scar. He smoothed the skin where it was etched and fashioned a lopsided smile. He tucked his eleven inches holly into his wand holster under his left arm and put a clean white shirt on.
"I can do this!" He said after a long suffering-sigh. Facing the mirror for the second time, he focused his attention to his eyes. He can see through his green orbs. He can trace the sadness and pain within them. He accomplished his destiny as the vanquisher of the Dark Lord. Peace embraced the Wizarding World once again after many years of tyranny and war. He's a hero, an image of bravery, justice and power, an idol for some, but his life has never been as empty as it is now. He had long accepted the death of his parents, Sirius, Remus and Tonks, Cedric, Albus and Severus, but there's still a hollow part in his heart, the very part which kept him alive in the midst of war. They took that part away from him.
Silent tears dripped from his eyes, creating a river of unspoken agony in his hardened face. "Damn it! I'm leaking!" he wiped his tears dry and laughed at himself.
"She's right. I'm such a baby sometimes." he forced a smile and nodded at his image."Well, that's better!"
He squared his broad shoulders and walked away from the mirror. He strode across the room with a controlled grace. He's still as imposing as before even he tries hard not to. Walking athwart his messy flat, he salvaged a dark green hooded jumper from his crammed full leather couch before waving his hand to clean the entire house.
"I shouldn't have done that," he said, shaking his head. "I guess the fact that I'm going to be late is enough of a reason to justify that."
He jogged toward the front door while putting his jumper on. He checked for his keys and turned to close the door. He locked the door manually and flipped his hood up.
~*~*~
He walked slowly away from his flat as few things still bugged his mind. 'What if they see me there? Am I ready to face them all? If it wasn't for my godson, I wouldn't be there in the first place.' He managed his thoughts with a little help from Occlumency.
He glanced back at his lonely flat. It's not that bad. It's decent enough for him but still looks dull. It seems like an old grumpy muggle lives there. It's like a smaller modern version of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place less the creepy furnishings and the eerie atmosphere.
He has been living there ever since he left the life he once had as The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Vanquisher of Evil.
He lived a normal life in the heart of the busy Muggle-London. He is working as a photographer for Vogue, a well-known muggle fashion publication. He introduced himself to the Muggle World as James Black. He made a name in the creative industry for his unique techniques in photography and his ever present charm. He never thought he would have the passion for the art of photography until his eye operation six years ago.
Photography has been his life. He met a lot of people and had been to a lot of places too. He's been to almost every part of the world and with beautiful women, mind you. He dated some of his models; well, dated him seems more accurate. He tried to avoid unwanted relationships but girls just don't listen. They keep appearing on his doorstep, but he, burdened by his conscience and motivated by good will, doesn't have the Gryffindor courage to drive them away. He entertained them into his simple life and let them suit themselves. He never had a serious relationship since he restrains himself to touch any girl, so to speak. None went farther than dinners and movie marathons.
His present life is far from thrilling compared to his adventures back in his old life in the Wizarding World. But this kind of life is enough to keep him from the brink of insanity caused by thinking too much about things from his past and about a certain someone… his heart.
He was employed in a coffee shop for two years before heading to where he is in life right now. His employer and friend, Mrs. Turner, had helped him become accustomed to the life in London. She was the one who advised him to consult an eye specialist to look at the poor condition of his eyes. She's a sweet lady in her late sixties. She was a widow with a happy-go-lucky son, whom in the shade of destiny, became Harry's good friend and annoying big brother. They welcomed him into their family with open arms. No questions asked. His past was never an issue for them.
His first year alone in the Muggle World has been a struggle. He wandered all around Europe trying to find a place to heal, but under the same lonely sky, he ended up in a place close to where he once was 'homed'. He was almost broken down emotionally from the aftermath of the war. At a young age, he had experienced more hardships than any adult. He had gone through so much that normal humans wouldn't even last. He never thought he'd live as far as this in his cruel life. He wanted to loosen his grip and let go. He wanted to surrender and bow down before the feet of suffering and death. But a part of his heart, even it is hollow… taken away from him, sends jolts of hope through out his system. He can't give up. He just can't.
After a year of solitude, he gave himself a chance to live a new life. He applied for a decent job in a small coffee shop since he was never schooled in any Muggle Educational Institution except for the lousy years spent in school with Dudley, and presenting a magical diploma from Hogwarts will never be a good idea. He was accepted after a brief interview in the aforementioned coffee shop.
He easily coped up with the nature of his work. He was starting to live a new life. Being on the receiving end of care and guidance by another motherly-figure in the person of Mrs. Turner, he straightened himself up, masked his broken heart and moved on slowly.
He left his wealth under the care of the Goblins. He never relied to the fortune bestowed upon his name which can sustain his life for thousands of years, if he could live that long, without working at all. He never withdrew any amount other than the cost of his eye operation.
~*~*~
"Oh come on!" He whined as he felt trickles of rain from the heavens. "This was supposed to be a sunny day!"
He jogged lightly toward the direction of the Turner residence and lifted his left hand to check the time. It's quarter to 9:00 am. He needs to move faster so he could still talk to his godson.
After running a few blocks, the sight of the Turner residence lightened up his anxiety. Bob, Mrs. Turner's son and his closest friend from his new life, is on the roof replacing some worn out panels. Bob's a couple of inches shorter than Harry. He has neat dark brown hair complementing his light brown eyes which he got from his mother. He's bulkier compared to Harry's lean frame. He has a rich collection of Celtic and Maori tattoos creating sleeves for both his arms. In contrast to his intimidating exterior, he's a caring big brother who always wears a goofy smile.
"Wotcher mate!" Harry yelled from the foot of the erected ladder.
"Blimey James! You scared the shit out of me! Don't do that when I'm working! I'm losing my focus here, you see." He bunched dry leaves from the gutter and threw them at Harry.
Harry laughed when Bob tensed up upon hearing him yell and threw dried leaves missing him completely. "You should improve your aim Bobby. I reckon you're getting older faster than I am."
"Just get your arse inside the house James. Mum prepared a sandwich for you just incase you forgot to eat your breakfast again. You know mate, forgetting to eat breakfasts is a sign of aging," he said with an evil grin.
Harry grinned back. "I just have a lot of things in mind," Harry explained while running his fingers into his hair. "Why are you fixing the roof under the drizzle anyway?"
"Not watching the news, are you? There'll be a downpour tomorrow and…" Bobby lowered his voice, "Mum's getting more and more bothersome. So I willed myself to do some work today."
"I heard that Robert Turner!" Mrs. Turner berated.
Bob smile sheepishly at his mother. "Hi Mum!"
"Morning Mrs. Turner," Harry smiled at the presence of the old lady. She's as radiant as ever with her sweet smile. She has a pair of beautiful light brown eyes slightly hidden under her oversized thick-framed glasses. She always had her silver hair tied in a bun above her head, setting off the roundness of her face.
"Here's your breakfast James," handing him a plate of stuffed club sandwich. "I know you're in a hurry."
"Thanks Mrs. Turner."
Realizing how hungry he was, he munched the sandwich down leaving nothing but an empty plate. "That was the best sandwich I've ever eaten. Thank you very much!"
"You don't have to flatter me dear boy. Just get on your feet and do what you have to do for the day." She patted Harry's shoulder and looked at him with a knowing smile.
Harry has always been out of town at least once a week. Bob and his mum never asked him where he goes. Even with Bob's aggro nature, he never interrogated Harry, well James for them. He wanted to tell them the truth but he doesn't want any other shoulder bear the same burden he has been carrying for years. He never really abandoned his past… he has always been searching for the part of him he lost.
"Thanks. I should get going."
"Can I come with you mate?" Bob said while climbing down the ladder.
"Don't even think about running away from your chores Robert!" Mrs. Turner scolded Bob like a little boy. "Unless of course if you find yourself a wife or a job at least!"
Harry smiled at the usual banter between Bob and his Mum. He sees this exchange for almost everyday just like when he's still with the Weasleys. He can't help but smile to the images of those long lost memories. He's forever thankful for those times.
Harry jogged toward the bus stop. 'It's almost 9:30 am. The Hogwarts Express would leave at exactly 11:00 am. I need to move faster.'
He stood there for a few minutes. 'Merlin! If my hunch is true, I have just missed the bus,' he thought, scratching his head in resignation.
'I guess there's no helping it.' Harry spun and ran into an empty alley. He checked the area for Muggle presence… and with a soft pop, he disapparated directly to King's Cross Station.
~*~*~
Harry appeared in a dark alleyway beside the station. He brushed the dirt from his dark green hooded jumper. He hadn't experienced the feeling of being squeezed into a tube for a long time.
"Whew! Lucky I didn't get splinched," a minute smile emerged from his lips. "That feels good. I missed that," he said as his minute smile grew in to a grin whilst walking his way to the station.
Harry's eyes twinkled at the spectacle before him. He reminisced the very first time he walked this place. This station has always been crowded but this day is special. He can see the auras of the wizards and witches pacing in different directions. Magic is everywhere. The magic in the air is thick enough to be sliced with a knife.
Parents escort their children hand in hand for their trip to the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He can see the cute little nervous auras of incoming first years. Their faces were covered with excitement and curiosity. Laughter and giggles filled the path towards Platform 9 ¾. Little witches and wizards hopped their way to the magical portal while the older ones maintained the order. Flashing cheeks and colorful smiles lightens the busy atmosphere.
Amidst the animated crowd, Harry strode inaudibly, away from unwanted personalities. His steps were engulfed by grace despite his rugged attire. Each step with his old pair of sneakers creates ripples of raw power without him knowing it. Everyone he passed by felt an unexplainable chill creeping their spine and then there's a sudden rush of warmth enveloping their hearts. That's his magic… sleeping within his core, but with the presence of foreign magic around him, it hints its presence to warn and to comfort.
He stepped into the portal between Platform 9 and 10. He looked at the huge clock above him. It's 9:40 am. "I guess I got here a little too early."
He looked around, searching for familiar faces. It took him a while to scan the entire platform. None of the faces registered to his memory. "I reckon ten years is still a short time for everyone to change the way they look."
"Who are you talking to, mister?" a little girl with a waist-length jet black hair inquired. Her curious eyes studied Harry for a while, beaming at him like how Professor Dumbledore studied him during his time.
Harry flashed a sweet smile to the little girl. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. I just think out loud sometimes."
"Ooo-okay… If you say so… Bye!" The little girl seemed unconvinced yet she left Harry standing in the middle of the crowd as she made her way to an empty bench. She walked against the flow of the crowd. Even with her small frame, she managed to get through the mass without getting bumped into. She maintained her elegant grace amidst the busy platform.
Harry watched the little girl with awe. He had never seen anyone at that age carry herself with ease and confidence. She's like a princess… everyone unconsciously creates a path for her.
He followed the little girl and sat at the other end of the bench. She was sitting there quietly, her small hands clasped together above her knees. She held her head high. Her pale skin reflects the frosted lights of the platform, making her glow.
"Hi! I'm Harry. What's your name little miss?" he asked politely. 'Oops… why did I tell her my real name? Am I really that absentminded?'
"I'm sorry kind sir, I was told not to talk to strangers," she answered without looking at Harry.
"But… but, you talked to me first, didn't you?" Harry stuttered.
He was confused. He's like talking to a completely different person. A while back, he was talking to a curious little girl, now he's like taking to a little lady. Her aura seemed different too. A few moments ago, she's projecting a playful golden aura. But the little girl he was talking to right now, has a contained dark green aura surrounding her entire body.
He beamed at her with amazement. His emerald eyes twinkled as he maintained his gaze. 'This girl reminds me of someone, but I can't figure out who it was.'
Her beautiful green eyes met his and returned a lovely smile. "Well, you have a point. I approached you first."
'Wait a minute… green eyes? They're beautiful. Maybe that was the reason why she looks familiar.' He studied her closer, not letting go of the eye contact. He noticed how the contained green aura burst into sparkling golden flickers. "Why did you approach to me earlier? I'm a stranger in the first place."
The little girl giggled in response. "I thought you were odd and you looked funny in your jumper."
"That's it?" Harry chuckled. "But a stranger is a stranger," he quipped.
"Yep, but you don't seem to be a stranger to me. Your magic is warm and comforting," the little girl explained as she moved closer to him.
"That explains a lot," he said, nodding absently. "Wait, did you say you felt my magic?"
"Yes I did. You're pretty powerful but you're suppressing it," a sudden twirl in her green eyes rivaled the glint in Harry's eyes. "Would you believe me if I tell you I can see magical people's aura when I concentrate?"
Harry dropped his jaw in astonishment. "You're pretty powerful yourself if you can see other's aura at a very young age."
"I practice a lot with my mum. We lived in a Muggle community and she's the only magical person I know, so I learned everything from her. She taught me everything about magic and the Wizarding World" she elucidated with dreamy eyes.
"That makes sense. So your father is a Muggle?" Harry asked out of his Gryffindor curiosity.
"Nope, he's not. Actually, I've never met him. My mum told me that almost everyone she'd ask about my dad told her that they haven't heard anything from him, some even said that he's already dead, but mum never believed them. She still believes that my dad will find us someday," she said as a single tear fell from one of her beautiful eyes. "Yep, maybe... someday."
It's obvious that she's refraining herself from crying. She clutched her pale knees and lowered her head. Her lips were shaking but she managed to stay calm and control her emotions.
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to ask you such insensitive question," Harry comforted the little girl by embracing her with a small amount of his magic. "You're a brave little princess, you know that? I'm sure your father will find you soon."
The little girl wiped her eyes with her wrists, looked straight into Harry's eyes and smiled. Her smile was overwhelming. Her eyes were looking directly into his soul. Harry's heart ached unexplainably upon the girl's openness.
"By the way," Harry interjected; as he felt guilty himself the longer he stayed in contact with the little girl's amazing emerald eyes. "Why are you alone? Where's your mum?"
"She's just outside with my stuff. It's really hard to find a parking space these days, so she let me go in first," she answered briskly.
"She let you go by yourself?" Harry wondered.
"Yep, she trusts me completely." She's livelier now unlike the way she was few minutes ago.
"Wow! You must be really close," he exclaimed.
"Yes we are!" she said bubbly. "By the way, what's with the funny hood? Are you hiding from someone?"
"I'm afraid so. I don't really live here in the Wizarding World like you and your mum. I'm just here to see my godson off. I don't want to be recognized by anyone because they'll just make a ruckus out of it."
"Are you famous or something?" the girl excitedly inquired.
"Something like that." Harry smiled sheepishly.
"Wow! You're so cool!" she said as she grinned at Harry widely.
A boy hopping vigorously caught his attention. He has light brown spiky hair and misty black eyes looking around curiously. He's pulling a red wagon with all his things in there. Atop his things sat a highly decorated bird cage housing a beautiful parrot. He's with a tall elegantly dressed witch in her mid fifties. She has a long wavy brown hair resting on her trim shoulders. She's just standing there protruding the imposing nature of the Black family. Harry grinned at the sight.
Harry faced the girl and knelt before her. "I have to go little princess, my godson and his grandmother has arrived and I should meet them. It's my pleasure meeting you," he leaned forward and kissed her small hand.
The little girl smiled at him, looking into the depths of his eyes with her penetrating gaze as he rose from his position.
"Do you want to meet them?" Harry asked.
"I'm okay. Thank you. My mum's on her way here this very moment," she answered intelligibly.
"How…" Harry was about to ask something when the little girl interjected. "I just know."
Harry smiled and bowed before her. He already walked a couple of yards away when he heard the little girl's angelic voice, "I'm Jamie. Thank you for keeping me company."
Harry glanced back and nodded. With an abrupt wave of his hand, he whispered to the wind, "Just believe little princess, someday your wishes will come true."
Jamie heard the soft whisper delivered by the gentle wind. She stood up and tears fell from her enthralling emerald eyes. She whispered to herself, "I will."
~*~*~
Harry strode excitedly across the platform. Wearing a wide grin, he approached his godson and his grandmother. "Wotcher Teddy! Hi Andi!" bowing at the latter.
"Look who's here!" Andromeda kissed Harry's cheek. "Good to see you again dear, how are you?"
"I'm fine Andi, you shouldn't worry about me," he answered thoughtfully. "How's our little guy?"
Andromeda wrapped her slender arm around Teddy's small shoulders. "He's doing great, just a little nervous, I think."
"That's good," Harry said. "Where's good old Ted?"
"Oh, he has an appointment with the Council of Metamorphmagi. You know, since Teddy's going to school, he needs to be registered sooner than later," she replied. "And, he doesn't want his grandson to see him in tears. He protects his pride that much."
Both of them laughed.
Teddy smirked at his grandmother and turned to Harry, "I'm doing great old man. I just get a little too excited sometimes that my hair keeps changing color."
"Hey! I'm not old! I'm just 28 you see!" Harry laughed as he lowered himself so he could look straight into his godson's eyes. "Why aren't you giving your godfather a hug?"
Teddy looked around warily and gave Harry a huge warm hug. "Is that okay?" he asked sheepishly.
"That's more than enough," Harry smiled and squeezed the boy's shoulders gently. "Just be yourself Teddy. I know how hard it is to be different, but you should always remember that you are special. You'll eventually meet friends who will understand you and accept you for what you are."
The wide-eyed little metamorphmagus threw himself to Harry and looked up to his teary-eyed grandmother. His hair color has been changing in a constant phase upon hearing his godfather's little speech. "Thanks for being here," he whispered to his ear.
Harry grinned as he pulled himself away from his godson, "We're proud of you Teddy, and I'm sure Remus and Nymphy are very, very proud of you."
"Thank you Harry," Teddy said softly.
Harry stood up upon the sight of the fiery red train arriving at the station. "That's your ride, Teddy!" He exclaimed, pointing at the direction of the Hogwarts Express.
"Cool!" Teddy jumped up and down as he looked at the astonished faces of Harry and his grandmother with his puppy-dog-eyes.
"Of course, you can go now dear boy," she kissed Teddy on his cheek. "Find yourself some good friends love, enjoy!"
Teddy then turned to Harry. He saluted him like a little soldier and grinned mischievously.
Harry threw a stiff salute back at his godson, "Send Remi if you need something," he prompted - Remi's Teddy's pet parrot, a birthday gift from Harry.
"Aye!" Teddy waved as he vigorously pulled his wagon toward the train.
"Wow, he's so spirited!" Harry turned to Andromeda; his eyes are still following Teddy as he stepped into the train.
"He's so much like his mother on her first day," her eyes are still misty but she managed a sweet smile.
"Just as I thought," Harry chuckled, wrapping an arm around the older woman's shoulders.
They walked slowly through the dense crowd. They exchanged stories, bantered about small things and laughed.
Both of them stopped at the sight of a bunch of red-heads rushing their way to the train. They always arrive at the last minute. Some things never change.
Ron and Hermione are walking hastily, their hands clasped together. Hermione seems to be talking to Ron about something. Ron wears his usual clueless look, while Hermione wears an obvious scowl. Arthur and Molly Weasley were just a few paces behind the couple. A little red-haired girl walks before the bunch. She looks smart with her neatly done hair. She has enthusiasm painted in her freckled face. She carries a white Persian cat who keeps staring at Harry which is quiet obvious from the distance between them.
"Cats are creepy," he whispered.
Andromeda laughed softly and looked at Harry in the eyes, "Aren't you going to talk to them dear?" she asked.
"Nah, I should go Andi, I still have some work to do," he reasoned.
"You can't just run away all the time dear. I know they've done something wrong but you should at least give them a chance. Somehow after all those years they've eventually learned something from their mistakes. Maybe they have changed for the better. They were once your best friends Harry," her dark brown eyes were pleading for Harry to listen.
"I don't know Andi. I don't know what to do. I loved them like my own family, and I still love them all. Ron and Hermione, Ginny, the other Weasleys, everyone… they're everything to me. But they've hurt me, they betrayed my trust. My heart aches every time I thought of them," he said quietly controlling the surge of magic escaping his core.
"Love is enough reason to forgive Harry," she pulled Harry into a warm motherly-hug and patted his back.
"I'm sorry Andi, but I'm still not ready for that," he leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Once in my miserable life, I found someone who truly cares about me, me as Harry… just Harry. She loved me and made me feel it. She's my life. She's the reason I survived the war. The seed of hope she planted in my heart kept me standing on my feet up until now. I loved her more than anything in this world, but my friends never understood that. They hated her and they never gave her a chance. They forced her away from me. Like what you've said Andi, love is a good reason, but they refused to see that."
"I understand you dear," she said while brushing away the tears from the young man's emerald eyes.
"Thank you Andi, I should get going. Stay safe and say hi to old Ted for me," Harry forced a smile as he kissed the older woman's hand.
Harry stepped away from her and nodded.
"Keep in touch dear and thanks for being here today, this means a lot to our little Teddy" she waved her hand as she walked toward the Apparation point.
Harry smiled. Thinking about things to do for the day, he treaded his way to the portal across the crowded platform.
~*~*~
"Are you okay sweetie?" Pansy asked, sitting beside her daughter.
"Hi mum! I'm fine," she grinned at her worried mother.
"Were you crying?" she looked at her daughter's eyes, her lovely blue eyes were clouded with concern.
"In a good way, yes," she said playfully.
"Really? How so?" she brushed her shiny black hair away from her face as she prepared herself to listen to her daughter's explanation.
"I just met a wonderful man, he's weird and funny but I can feel that he's a good guy," she explained, continuing to every detail of their conversation.
Pansy listened carefully as Jamie narrated her story with enthusiasm. Her fair rosy skin glows as much as her daughter's. Her long hair swayed with the breeze, brushing the silky fabric of her ebony Muggle dress. They're like sisters, they giggled and laughed together. Her perfect lips arches in a way you would describe as angelic. She was far from her image back when she was in Hogwarts. Without the vicious sneer, her beauty is ethereal.
"Did you say his name was Harry?" Pansy asked, feeling her heart beating faster than normal. She felt a chilling surge up her spine causing the tiny hairs in her nape to stand up.
"Yep, it's funny isn't it mum? He has the same name as dad," she said without realizing how pale her mother has become.
"Where is he?" Pansy asked quickly.
"Are you okay mum? You look sick," she said studying her mum's blue eyes. "He's on the other side of the platform with his godson, why do you ask?" she sent a questioning look to her mother.
"Oh! You should get going sweetie. I'll just send your things afterwards. It's better to be inside the train early so you'll find yourself a comfortable carriage," she avoided her daughter's question and wrapped her into her warm embrace.
"Okay mum," she kissed her mum in her cheek and returned a sweet embrace.
"I'll owl you every other day sweetie. Just enjoy yourself and make a lot of friends. And as much as possible, listen to the professors, okay?"
"Got you mummy, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too."
Pansy stood up and watched her daughter walk slowly into the Hogwarts Express.
Jamie looked back at her anxious mother and flashed a thoughtful smile.
tbc...