Em, I think the first place to start is to thank each and every person who has taken the time to read my story- I know it sounds silly but really I'm amazed that people even take the time to read what I write. The response has been epic! People already liking my story after the first chapter- I'm literally speechless! Some reviews would be nice and also just another massive thank you! Much love
Despite his scar hurting, Harry didn't mention it to no-one. Feeling as though he imagined it, he believed it was best not to worry anyone needlessly. July slipped into August and with a mixture of spells and days to Diagon alley- mixed with family adventures to Hogsmeade August 31st came bearing panic searches for forgotten spell books and robes.
Monday the 1st of September arrived, bearing a warmer than normal autumnal morning. Harry awoke suddenly, at the sound of a distant shriek. His eyes opened, a natural reflex – a one even after all these years he can't seem to forget- to find nothing. His hand stretched palm flat over to Ginny's side of the bed, to find an already cooling outline. The scream still playing in his mind… a scream he knew… one he knew far too well.
Twenty one years ago that scream had haunted him; he'd heard it far too much in the thirty-nine years he has lived. That of his mother. The final sound she ever made, after all the begging Voldemort mercilessly killed her- yet not before she had stood before Harry, guarding her only son –only child- from his wand's tip. His dream before waking had also been one of mystery. Somewhere tight. Darkness surrounding, no glimmer of light. Almost like a cave but too small for an average man. He had tossed and turned all night, he had been trapped inside the cave, with no means of escape. It had been his first nightmare since Tom Riddle's destruction. This for some reasons made Harry nervous. For many years now he had final realised the magnificence of what he had done- but he never gloried in it. He always remembers that it could have been Neville in his position and it still makes him question whether 'The Great Battle Of Hogwarts' would have actually taken place.
Grudgingly he pulled himself out of bed, trying to push both the dream and his current thoughts to the back of his head. After dressing, he took the stairs… one after another after another; until he found himself in the kitchen. It always sparks amazement in him, despite waking up every morning to it, just how much he loves magic. The Dursleys, aunt Petunia with her obsessive cleaning. Randomly Harry still held contact with the Dursleys especially Dudley. Though his memories of Dudley were mostly of his hatred of Harry's existence, before Harry left he found he actually missed his chubby cousin. The cup of cold tea, and his finally outburst had made Dudley not just Harry's past but part of his future.
Ginny's copper hair floated around the kitchen, like a tabby on helium. Whilst the iron took the final creases from the children's robes, the pancakes flipped almost hypnotically until a mountains' worth were on the plate, and Ginny flicked her wand in the general direction of the stove.
"Come on now Breakfast! We need to leave soon, the train leaves at eleven!" Ginny's shout up the stair, is answered by three sets of feet soaring down the stairs. Half dressed, buttons undone… this was the way Harry like to see his children especially as it gave him and Ginny a chance to help their children in a way Harry's own parents never got to. Buttoning up the final button on Albus's shirt, Harry smiles looking up into his son's face.
Albus out of all three of his children inherited Lily's eyes. From the moment he was born his eyes were exactly like his own… exactly like his own mother's. The bond between Harry and all his children was unbreakable but with Albus there was always something more. As a child he always preferred to be with father, unlike James who found nothing better in being around friends- and Lily well, she is just a mini Ginny. Albus was miniature of Harry, hair that would never lie down, and (always something he was proud to say) had Harry's seeker abilities. All three were in Gryffindor. Something that had caused near tears for all three, they all looked up to Harry- dreading being in any other house.
As Ginny cleared away, Harry felt a tap on his hand. Turning he saw Albus watching him closely.
"Dad?"
Warmly Harry looked at the son he held the closest bond to. "What's the matter Al?"
"Dad will you come and help me pack?"
"Of course Al! You got everything?"
"Yeah… Dad?"
Harry was just reaching for the door knob of Albus's room – the room that used to belong to R.A.B; Regulus Arcturus Black. "Al?"
"Dad I had a weird dream last night…"
Harry freezes. Before turning slowly to face his son.