AN: I on't own anything! Hello it's me! Enjoy!
Normally, I don't update this fast, it's usually every ten days so I can better juggle my stories, but, I can't get this story outta my head. Oh, and, River and the Doctor are Lily and James, so mostly, that's what they'll be called. Plus, I have decided that this fic is one where I'm not so fond of Dumbledore. Sorry to those of you who like him, I really am. But hey, it's still worth reading, right?
Though first, I have some replies for you:
Cpn. : I know, it does get annoying that he's either really dark, or really light in most fics. In this one, I aim to make him like his parents: capable of extreme good, or extreme evil, or small good and small evil, but in all, a good person who can fend for himself.
farawisa: It's not just guns. Rivers going to make sure her baby can take care of himself if he needs to.
Gracealma : They're in the Great Hall, in Hogwarts. Though they won't stay there for long, promise. They just have to do a few things first.
PREVIOUSLY:
"Rescind the kiss on sight order, Sirius Black now has immunity until he receives a trial, at which time, if he is found innocent, he will be a free man, and he will receive reparations for wrongful imprisonment. Understood?"
"NOW SEE HERE!" He sputtered. "YOU CAN'T JUST ORDER ME AROUND! I AM MINIST-" He cut himself off when he found himself on the wrong end of an 11 inch mahogany wand, a 10 1/4 inch willow wand, an 11 inch holly wand, and one alpha-meson blaster.
"ALRIGHT!" He sent a notice to his office. "It's done, please don't kill me!"
"Hey mom, what kind of gun is that?"
"This, Sweetheart, is a 51st century alpha-meson blaster. It can fire through almost anything," she said proudly. "Here, have a look. Go on, just don't point it at yourself or anything else until I teach you how to properly handle it." She handed it to her son. James groaned at the thought of his son becoming the weapons aficionado his wife was, and dropped his face to his hands.
CH: 3
As Harry inspected the gun, James made his wife sit down and started gently probing her skull. She tried to pull away, but he tugged her back into place. "You're lucky I waited this long. Tender?" he asked when she winced.
"I'm fine," she snapped, going to pull away again, only to be immobilized by a modified Petrificus from Pomfrey. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.
"So THAT'S where harry gets it!" James, busy examining the tender spot, absently asked, "Gets what?"
"The whole, 'I'm-fine-even-though-I'm-not-no-matter-how-obvious-it-is' thing."
"No, that's his father. I'll admit when I need help. I just don't see the need for a bump in the head to be treated like a mortal injury," Lily muttered, (dare I say it?) sulkily. James pulled away and pulled out his hand once more to transfigure a stray button into an icepack. He unfroze her and pressed the ice pack to the side of her head.
"You're lucky, it's only a bruise, nothing too serious. But I want you checked for concussion." Pomfrey started to walk over, but he shook his head. "Standard concussion tests don't work on us. So we have different methods. Since I think it's only a mild one, I'll go with the easiest one."
He produced a tablet and handed it to Lily. Those who didn't know what a tablet was looked at it curiously. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but started tapping away at it. When she stopped, he checked his watch and announced, "I was right. a minute longer than your longest time, and that was an easy one."
"How did you even know?" She grumbled. He snorted.
"How? Seriously, Honey? You said squadron from Raxicoricophallapatorius, it wasn't that hard. Especially considering every time you run into one, they try and hit you in the head. Don't know why though. Anyway, squadron means a lot. And the fact that they were fighting means they could of taken advantage of any distraction this caused you. So, chances are, they got a blow in, " he explained with the air of having to say something painfully obvious. She sighed.
Madame Pomfrey, remembering the comment about 'other hearts', didn't want to chance a healing spell without knowing more about their physiology, so she ordered Lily to take it easy, not to do anything strenuous, and if she had to go anywhere, to have someone help her. Lily groused, but gave in easily. She did know what was best for her, and besides, she didn't want to teach her son any bad habits. Unfortunately, Dumbledore decided to speak up.
"Look, I don't know how you beat the Veritaserum, but James and Lily Potter are dead. I don't know how you got their wands either, but I assure you, I will be taking them back, you will leave here at once, and you will not contact young Harry again. Furthermore, Sirius is a murderer, Peter was not the secret-keeper, and freeing him is a very bad idea, and I. will. not. have. it!"
They all stared at him in shock.
"Excuse me?" Lily hissed. "What did you just say? You dare accuse me of lying? About my baby, about my life?" She stalked up to Dumbledore, grabbing his beard and yanking him down to her level. "Let me tell you, Doubledork The Idiotic, I'm not sure how in Hell you got anywhere in life, when your brain is obviously smaller than a Chihuahua with brain damage, but I'll make this so blatantly clear even you can understand: That boy is my baby. What's mine is mine, and I don't care what you say, you old -! You knew that I didn't want him anywhere near my - so-called 'sister', and you - well knew what they would do to him, but you let it happen. All because you wanted your precious weapon!" She spat. James had hastily erected a censor ward so his son wasn't exposed to his mother's language. She kept going, because she was on a roll. "Well guess what, Moron? YOU. HURT. MY. BABY. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to - poke mama bear? NO? Then allow me to teach you!"
He gulped and started edging to the door. Her eyes were steel, dark gray, glittering in rage and malice, and an odd sort of vengeful joy as she started nonverbally flinging hexes at him.
"See, you're about as sharp as a beach ball, and as bright as oil sludge. You want - power, I'll show you power. And if you ever try and interfere with my family again, I. will. end. you. And it'll start with your - on fire, as you try to put out, only to find that only I can. Don't worry, I won't cause any real damage. Just lot's of excruciating pain. Unless you don't learn." She shrugged and turned back to her family, ignoring the stunned silent members of their party.
"I WANT HER ARRESTED FOR THREATENING ME! I AM THE CHEIF WARLOCK, THE SUPREME MUGWUMP, THE POTTER PROXY, AND THE HEADMASTER!"
Lily whirled back around, but Harry spoke up before she could. "I think you'll find that as Lady Potter, my mother can do as she pleases. And from what we all just witnessed, I don't think antagonizing her is a smart move, Sir." Dumbledore stared at him for a long moment.
"Very well then, Harry, I'll owl your aunt and uncle, and tell them that your parents," he spat the word like it was acid, "will be visiting you periodically over the holiday. They should, after all, be prepared." Lily took a deep breath, and turned to her husband.
"Set him straight, or I swear, I'll shoot him." He nodded.
"I will only say this once, so listen close, Dumb-as-a-door. We will not be visiting our son, we will be taking our son. actually, he can choose what happens to him, since you emancipated him last year. But one thing's for certain. Neither you, nor those animals will come anywhere near my family again. That'll happen over my dead body. Am. I. clear?"
"That can be arranged," Dumbledore hissed. Before anything could happen, there was a smoking hole in his billowing robes that made several things clear: a, Dumbledore wore hot pink teddydragon and heart boxers, b, he was lucky to stand feet apart, and c, if Harry's expression was anything to go by, he'd forgotten he was holding the gun, he didn't mean to do that, and he honestly didn't care. A few beats later, Dumbledore clapped his hands over the charred fabric with a squeak and stared, wide-eyed. There was an ear-splitting whistle, and he looked over.
"What is your major malfunction, Numbnuts," Lily snarked. "Oh, and, I did warn you." She suddenly whipped out her hand, and then he was howling and racing around the room, hands clamped to his flaming bottom. He streaked outside after a minute or two, and then James slowly approached his wife.
"I'm really glad the Mels part didn't completely die, but I think, it might be a good idea to put those parts away again for a while. Before you scare Harry. At that, there was a visible change in Lily, and she clutched her head, sinking down to the bench. Harry handed the gun back to his father gingerly, not wanting it to go off again.
"I told you to take it easy, Mrs. Potter," Madame Pomfrey scolded lightly, as she administered a pain relief potion. Lily made a face, but downed it without complaint.
"Looks like I have to start investigating the leader of the light," Madame Bones sighed. "Well, I'll be off then. It was great seeing you two again, we should grab lunch sometime." With that she flooed away. McGonagall gave Harry the next two weeks off of school, and sent the three up to Gryffindor tower, with Ron and Hermione.
James wanted to carry Lily, so she wouldn't stress the concussion anymore, but she insisted she was fine, and even scooped up Harry, declaring loudly that she was never letting her baby go again. He blushed at the ease with which someone his height scooped him up, but made no real attempt to get down. James took the opportunity to scoop the both of them up and take a shortcut to the tower.
It took fifteen minutes for the Fat Lady to calm down enough to listen to the password now that two of her favorite students were back.
The Common Room was nearly empty as he put Lily down on the couch he transfigured the middle armchair from in front of the fireplace into. Harry settled down on it, and James sat down, pulling her head into his lap. She sprawled out, shifting Harry so that he was sitting on her legs, and she laughed when he wriggled so he was sitting on the cushion, his legs laying on top of hers, so his feet stuck out awkwardly, and pulled her feet up so she was curled up between her boys. "Right then, I assume you have questions, so, fire away."
Anyone in the room immediately bombarded the couple with questions, but Harry cut them all off with a shrill whistle. "One at a time guys. Mom, why don't you pick one?"
"Alright, let's see..." she was smiling hugely from being called 'Mom', finally realizing why Amy and Rory always seemed so thrilled when she called them Mom and Dad. "How about, What's your name?"
"It's Lavender, Lavender Brown. And, what did you mean, Stevie Wonder in 1813?" She laughed softly.
"He took me ice-skating on the river Thames in 1813, the last of the Great Frost Fairs. He got Stevie Wonder to sing for me under the bridge. It was one of the best birthdays ever." All the girls 'awwwed' at that, and the guys groaned, knowing they now had a new standard.
"Now, how about, you," James pointed to Lee Jordan. "Tell us your name first though, please."
"I'm Lee Jordan. How'd you shower in a box?"
"Because the interior and exterior exist in different dimensions, allowing th- mmmpghff-rhrghphffmmm..." Lily clapped a hand over his mouth.
"No ramblings that would go over Einstein's head, Sweetie," she murmured, then, to the room at large she said, "suffice it to say, it's smaller on the outside. How about, why, you must be little Neville! Oh, you look just like your parents! Did you know we were your Godparents? How about you ask one."
"Well... Can you show us what you looked like before the..." he trailed off and gestured vaguely at them. They smiled. It had taken them awhile, but they'd figured out how to shift between the two faces. They shut their eyes, and concentrated really hard. There was a soft golden glow, and then there sat a raven haired man, and a redheaded woman. They had a Q&A for a long while, until lunch time rolled around.
Ron and Hermione tactfully left, or rather, Hermione drug a confused and protesting Ron down to lunch, leaving the three completely alone for the first time. "Hey, Mom, Dad, should I go grab us dinner, or..."
"Actually. why don't we call a Potter family elf?"
"... We have those?" Harry looked shocked.
"Yeah, and I'm sure they'd love to see us again. Although, maybe that can wait. We can just have a Hogwarts el-" There was a crack, and a familiar elf popped in with a tray.
"Dobby bes bringing harry Potter and hims family lunch!" Squealed the little elf. James chuckled.
"Well, hello Dobby. How are you? Are you enjoying Hogwarts?"
"Oh, yes Sir! Though Dobby does miss having a master. But he bes wanting a nice one! And he bes worried abouts Winky Sir. She bes needing a family."
"Well, that is a problem, isn't it? Although, Harry will need a few elves, especially here at school. The Potter elves, well, there's enough for upkeep, but the personal elves died without masters."
"Dobby could bes your elf sir! And Winky could bes mistress Lily's! And Dobby could finds you another elf!"
"That would be wonderful Dobby! Talk to Winky, find another elf, and we'll Bond before bed tonight, how's that?"
"That bes great!" With that, Dobby popped away, leaving the three to eat in silence until Harry broke it shyly.
"Mom, what did you mean, he emancipated me?" She put down her drink and looked at him a moment.
"Well Sweetheart, it's actually rather simple. The Tri-Wizard was set up for ADULTS. and only adults. By forcing you to compete, when you had no magical contract due to not entering your own name, Dumbledore declared you to be an adult."
"So when you said, I could choose what happens to me?"
"Well, you could live with Sirius and Remus, of course. You could live on your own. You could also..." She trailed of uncertainly. James took it up for her. "You could live with us on one of the Potter properties, or in the TARDIS, our ship, and still go to school. If you want to that is," he hastily added. Harry grinned broadly, throwing his arms around them.
"I choose you of course. You're my mom and dad." He sat back, and picked up his sandwich. "Though I do have one question... Who's Mels?"
"I'll tell you soon, I promise. But not now. Instead, lets get to know each other, huh?" They were laughing and talking when the others returned, and ignored the constsnt comings and goings as they talked, and most people were tactful enough to leave them alone. Those who weren't were intercepted by those who were. Ron and Hermione brought them dinner, and then quickly left them alone. By night fall, Harry had changed into Pajamas, and James had transfigured him and Lily's clothes into their own sets of pjs. When Dobby flashed in with two other elves, he nearly startled Lily off the couch.
He went to punish himself, but was stopped by all three of them. And so the process began.
"I, Lord James Charlus Potter, of the Moste Ancient and Noble House and Line of Potter, formerly Peverell, otherwise known as the Doctor, do hereby take Dobby the House-Elf as an Elf to House Potter."
"I, Dobby the House-Elf, do accept the bond. I swears to uphold House Potter's Honor, to serve them faithfully, and to care for them the best I can."
"So Mote It Be," the three chorused. There was a flash, and Dobby was Bonded.
"I, Lord James Charlus Potter, of the Moste Ancient and Noble House and Line of Potter, formerly Peverell, otherwise known as the Doctor, do hereby take Winky the House-Elf as an Elf to House Potter."
"I, Winky the House-Elf, do accept the bond. I swears to uphold House Potter's Honor, to serve them faithfully, and to care for them the best I can."
"So Mote It Be," the three chorused. There was a flash, and Winky was Bonded.
"I, Lord James Charlus Potter, of the Moste Ancient and Noble House and Line of Potter, formerly Peverell, otherwise known as the Doctor, do hereby take Gus-Gus the House-Elf as an Elf to House Potter."
"I, Gus-Gus the House-Elf, do accept the bond. I swears to uphold House Potter's Honor, to serve them faithfully, and to care for them the best I can."
"So Mote It Be," the three chorused. There was a flash, and Gus-Gus was Bonded. the Elves bowed deeply, before popping away, to be fitted with the uniforms for the Personal Elves of the Potters. The three fell asleep, right there in the common room.
Lily fell asleep first, lulled by the fire, and the sight and sound of her boys, together again. James shushed his son quietly, and pulled a blanket over her. He conjured sleeping bags for them, and lay them out carefully. He climbed into one, and took Lily's dangling hand. He, too, fell asleep quickly, and Harry smiled softly at the sight of his parents, at the feeling of having them here again, before drifting off himself.
AN: Hope you didn't hate it, your friendly neighborhood Renegade. - RebelUp