Just Making Sure

A/N: What really happened nineteen years later. I forget if Flourish and Blotts (or whatever the name is) was attacked, because I have a goal never to read HBP again. . So…sorry.

READ THIS: Lily is not 9, as she is in DH, but she is, in fact, 4. Mwahaha.

Disclaimer: I don't own, because if I did, Harry and Hermione would be happily married and have 3 kids- and NOT named Albus Severus…--shakes head--poor kid.

Enjoy!

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning before the firs† of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as a little family bobbed across the cobble-stoned street toward a quaint but bustling bookshop, the breath of pedestrians and the fireworks exploding out of a newly refurbished joke shop sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Two large cages sat underneath the father's arm, and the owls inside them hooted indignantly. The smaller, redheaded girl trailed tearfully behind her brothers, clutching her father's free arm.

"But Daddy, I'm tired!" Lily cried, stumbling on a cobblestone.

Harry sighed. "We'll go home right after this, darling. Mummy just has to purchase some books," he told her reassuringly.

"But Mummy takes forever!"

Harry followed her in, balancing the two birdcages. People moved aside for him, and he thanked them gratefully. He followed Lily, who unconsciously led him to the Muggle section of Flourish and Blotts. His oldest was sitting on a chair, idly fiddling with his wand, while his younger son was tugging on his mother's robes.

"Mummy! Are you sure the robes will fit?"

Hermione bit her lip in concentration, fingering the spines of the books that littered the shelf. "Sirius, you had the robes fitted an hour ago. You're not going to grow in a day. You'll be fine."

Harry walked over to the chair. "James, go and help your mother so I can put these cages on the chair. They're getting heavy."

James stopped playing with his wand and looked at the cages. "They'll build your arm muscles. Merlin knows the last time you played Quidditch."

"James Remus Potter, get out of that seat and learn some manners!" Hermione barked.

James sighed dramatically and stood up. "Fine. I'll help you find your book."

Harry narrowed his eyes and hit James on the back of the head. "It was only last week, Jamie."

James wheeled around, eyes wide open and jaw to the floor. "Where did you hear that?"

Sirius sniggered as Harry put down the cages and picked up the whining Lily. "Oh, I dunno, maybe Eloise Weasley?"

Sirius started laughing hysterically as James blushed. He opened his mouth to retort, but words failed him, which caused Harry to grin. Hermione turned around for the first time since they were there and glared at Harry, whose smile instantly faded.

"Er…she's a great girl, James. Good choice. Smart. Dunno who she inherited it from, though."

"Luna is very intelligent, Harry. A different kind of intelligent, but that doesn't matter. Can't say the same from her father, though. Where is this book?"

James turned back around to face the bookshelf, and Harry distinctively heard the words "sodding" and "nickname". "Oi! Dad's name's on a book!"

"Your father's name is on a lot of books, James. Did you see the showcase outside?"

Sirius pulled at his mother's robes again. "But Mum, this is the Muggle section," he said quietly, proving that he had inherited his mother's quick wit.

"Oh...I forgot about that." Her brow furrowed in confusion, she walked over to where James was pulling out a large, orange book. "Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone…Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets…Harry, she must be documenting our seven years at Hogwarts!"

Harry clutched Lily to his chest and looked around. "Is she stalking me?"

Hermione gently took the book from James' hands and skimmed through it. "Obviously not…you're still after Voldemort in this one."

He raised his eyes. "Everyone knows I killed that son of a bitch in fifth year!"

"Harry! Language!" Hermione cried, taking Lily from him and handing him the book. "She wrote that we're trying to defeat his Horcruxes during seventh year instead of attending Hogwarts!"

His jaw dropped. "Really? Bloody Hell, I'd like to see how Dumbledore would've taken that."

"Dumbledore dies," came a small voice. They turned to find Sirius reading the end of a purple book, the sixth in the series. "Snape kills him."

Hermione rolled her eyes and switched Lily from her right hip to her left. "You have to call him Professor Snape now, Sirius. I know you don't like him, but this time tomorrow he will be your Potions teacher," she paused and silently laughed as he stuck his tongue out. "And that is ridiculous. Snape works for Dumbledore."

"Well, she got that fact right. You find out he's good in the end," he said, flipping to the last chapter. He gaped at it's words. "Bloody Hell!"

"James! Language! What is it?" Hermione cried, peering over his shoulder.

Harry smiled. Her curiosity always got the best of her. But the words "Dad gets married to Aunt Ginny!" caused the smile to wipe right off his face.

"WHAT?" he and Hermione yelled in unison.

James laughed. "And you get married to Uncle Ron!" He and Sirius looked at each other. "Ewwwwwww!"

Harry looked at Hermione in despair. This author had him get together with Ginny? Sure, she was a good friend and all, but she would never measure up to Hermione. Her eyes reflected his. Her and Ron? He shuddered and took her unoccupied hand in his.

"Well, she's got my name and age right, and Lily's name is right too, though she's now five years older than she actually is. And Sirius-"

It was only then that James broke out into a fit of hysterics, and when Sirius questioned him, it only caused James to laugh harder. He doubled over, dropped the book, and clutched his sides. Sirius hesitantly picked up the book. When he found what he was looking for, his face paled.

"You were gonna name me Albus Severus?" he squeaked.

Harry frowned and took the book from his hands. He put it back on the shelf before facing him and kneeling down in front of him. "Sirius Allen Potter, we never thought of naming you Albus Severus. Never. That'd be awful. And this book is a pile of rubbish anyways. I mean, Teddy, an orphan? He wishes." He then frowned and checked his watch. "Speaking of the Lupins, they're supposed to arrive at our house any minute. Let's head home. Hermione, dear, we'll come back this weekend, after the boys leave."

Hermione huffed but nodded. James marched out of the aisle, grabbing the two cages and muttering "finally". Sirius grabbed the bags Hermione had set down when she first arrived and followed his older brother. Hermione handed the now sleeping Lily back to Harry, who gently held her in his arms.

"It's sort of unsettling, isn't it?" he asked, gazing at the books.

"What is, dear?" Hermione questioned, picking up her purse.

"That she knows so much about me, but mixed up so many facts. People will get the wrong impression about me."

Hermione took a deep breath and stroked Lily's bushy red hair. "Well, first we should find this lady and talk to her, and find out how she knows so much of your story, since she is a muggle, and then we should not worry about what people think. Isn't that what you always said?"

Harry grimaced and nodded. "Yea, I guess."

Hermione smiled and turned to leave. Something was gnawing at the pit of Harry's stomach. It had been there ever since James said that Hermione and Ron had married. He watched her turn away in anxiety, and he called her back. She turned, her eyebrow raised quizzically. He raised a hand to caress her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. Keeping a firm hand on Lily's back, he leaned in and gave Hermione a sweet, but firm kiss. He pulled away and grinned as he saw her eyes flutter opened, dazed and unfocused.

"W-what was that all about?" she asked dreamily, giving Luna Weasley a run for her money.

He shrugged and walked away, a new spring in his step. "Just in case."

XXX

The clerk looked up from her notebook and watched the Potters leave Flourish and Blotts with amusement twinkling in her eyes. She looked back down at her notebook and ripped out the page. Maybe Sirius Allen Potter didn't need a cover-up. Maybe his story didn't really need to be told to the muggle world. He will just live his life as Harry and Hermione Potter's son. The Wizarding World will know of him, but he can live a normal life, just like his father can.

She looked at the torn page longingly. The Potters would pursue her, and she'd have to tell the truth. She groaned and set down her notebook. No, she won't. She'll hide. She'd have to quit her job at Flourish and Blotts and go home. She would have to tell her fellow employees never to mention her name. And she must promise herself that she would never write about the Potters again.

She was about to throw away the piece of paper into the rubbish bin, but she hesitated. Her hand failed her. It gripped onto the paper relentlessly. She took a deep breath and folded it. She then put in her pocket, a smile growing on her face.

Just in case.

A/N: Just to let you know, I have no clue what I did in the last few paragraphs. Haha. This is a one-shot. But I can be persuaded. Haha. Oh, and by the way, I had NO CLUE what to do with Sirius's middle name, and Allen kept popping up in my mind, so I was like, "Oh, screw it." So I'm sorry if you don't like it.

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QuidditchGirl30

P.S. My other stories will be updated soon, I promise.

P.P.S. I didn't intentionally mock, I just wanted to be funny. So sorry if I insulted you.

Just In Case