Chapter 3

Harry had such a lovely day today that he almost felt like he could dance about the house due to the happiness inside of him. He decided to go and write some letters to his best friends Ron and Hermione. He went into his cupboard and took out his school trunk, finding his wand he just held it in his hand and felt the hum of magic course through him; it had been far too long. He looked down and found some parchment and a quill with ink and started to write to his friend. He had just finished writing to them when his beloved Hedwig flew in, his Hedwig was a very clever owl who always knew when he needed something delivered. He tied the notes to her leg and set her off out of the window giving her wing a pat and her head a kiss, which, she returned by nibbling at his fingers. He watched her fly until he couldn't see anything but a speck and thought that this might be a great time to start his homework which he never had a chance to do as his things were not usually unlocked. He took out his potions textbook (being that this was the subject he had the most work from offcourse). He took out some parchment and started reading about the properties of veritaserum, he felt like this was actually something he should know something about having been given it a couple of times in his life. He started reading when he felt something inside him warm, his heart or something felt like it was getting hotter and as he looked at the book he realised that he was actually understanding a little easier than he usually did. I mean he had always found potions fascinating but having being taught by Severus Snape that gargoyle ass, who just happened to make his life a misery didn't help in the enjoyment, but now he felt something bloom in him, an understanding he never knew he had and he put his quill onto the parchment and away he went.
Across the town in the newly acquired property the two men stood looking towards the hills it was almost like they were waiting for something like someone was over there that was just out of reach. They held onto each other and the taller of the men looked over at his husband "what is it that's got you smiling sevvy", "Harry" he looked out more urgently and continued, "its Harry I know that he is thinking about me and doing his potions homework, I mean granted they aren't the best thoughts but I'm going to change that, I have given him some knowledge to help him with his homework, and I will never be cross with him again, our son is thinking of me Siri". They held each other and glanced back out towards the mountains towards where there long lost son was at this moment chewing the top of his quill as he wrote an essay about truth serum.