A/N: I've decided to take a different turn with this story. But only slightly. The last chapters were rubbish and I was only ten when I wrote them. There will probably be some deathly hallows spoilers in some later chapters.
Sorry about not changing the last chapters, I can't improve them without veering completely of the plotline... Hey I'm thirteen and not a very good story-teller...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Well Sierra is, so no touchiyada!
Harry awoke suddenley. That had been the weirdest dream ever.
The many, many people... The giant steel dragon called Nicola... Wow...
Even when he had been seeing into Voldemorts head it hadn't been as freaky as this. And he still didn't know who had cut in at the end. He got out of bed and climbed down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Ginny was stood there, busy cooking breakfast for the children. Judging by the lack of uproarious noise, the kids were still sleeping. Thank God.
Ginny turned to look at him, a smile gracing her face. It vanished when she caught sight of his face. 'What is it Harry?'
Harry shook his head, 'It's nothing important.' Why was he so bothered? 'Get back to that, I don't want a house fire.' He pointed at the breakfast on the stove, which was turning a little too dark. Ginny looked back at it, ignored it, then grabbed the handle of the pan. She expertly flipped the breakfast on a plate. It was an omelette.
She smiled at him before setting the plate in the middle of the table. She muttered a duplicate spell, and more omelettes appeared on top of it. Harry smiled to himself, before wrapping his arms around her from behind. 'That could be considered cheating you know...'
She turned around and opened her mouth to quip back, but another voice interupted them.
'Ugh, my eyes!'
Harry rolled his own eyes, before turning round to face his daughter. 'Good morning to you too, Lils.'
Lily smiled wryly, before storming to the table and filling up her plate. The young redhead was digging into her omelette. Harry glanced at his wife, who was now joining her twelve-year-old daughter. He shook his head and a window opened in his mind.
Josephine turned around and caught sight of a pretty young girl. She had brown hair back in a plait and huge startingly green eyes.
Josephine smiled. 'Hey Siri, how you been?'
Harry zoned back into reality, where his eldest, James, was clutching his arm, looking at him with concern, 'are you alright, Dad?'
Harry nodded wordlessly, before gently releasing himself from his son's grasp.
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Sierra stood at her desk, leaning over her penseive which had dark and dangerous thoughts. She had just seen one, with her being only thirteen. She shuddered at the thought. She had been so naive, though many had thought her to be mature for her age, and she had thrust herself into unnessesary danger. Not to mention those around her.
She sat down, her fingers tracing the angel-shaped necklace that he had given her. She felt a tear run down her cheek.
He was long dead now, and Sierra's heart went with him.
Oh Pops, why did I leave?
