Hello. I woke up later than usual, and forgot about uploading before now. This is another short chapter. But it tells a bit about the first events for Harry. And Luna. Enjoy.
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A week had gone by since he awoke in the world again. In his 6 year old body. The Tonks' had rescued him. Andy had given him a room, she took away the charm that hid the words on it. Harry's Room, written using childish blocks that must've been done shortly after they were done grieving for his parents, and most of the anger for Sirius' betrayal had ebbed away.
Harry did not even ask if they could change it to be a bit more grown up. He liked knowing that they had spent years trying to find him. It proved to him that there were some adults that cared for him. He knew that Sirius did. But in heaven he'd come to understand that the Dementor's had messed with his mind more than he'd ever let on before. The coming Halloween was the turning point for Sirus. When he'd stopped having hope of being released. Of anyone ever knowing who the real Betrayer was.
It was Saturday today. And they would have visitors. He was not sure who, and he honestly didn't care. Well, not too much. His room was furnished with a bed, a desk, a dresser, and a closet. He had gotten clothes. Clothes that fit him. Though he himself was almost screaming when he realised the type of clothes he was used to after the years of war. Did not exist for a child. Why ever not? Shouldn't a child be allowed to wear whatever it wants to wear?
So, he was dressed in slacks, a white shirt and a vest. It was not uncomfortable per se. It just wasn't what he was used to wearing. Dora however was wearing a skirt… It could not be the one he was used to, she'd not be caught in a skirt at any point in life. In fact he'd been told she would rather walk around naked than in a skirt, on more than one occasion.
He was currently reading a children's book. Called 'Tales of Beedle the Bard' it was an odd book filled with Children's stories. 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot' 'The Fountain of Fair Fortune' 'Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump' 'The Warlock's Hairy Heart' and ofcoure 'The Tale of Three Brothers'
He'd read that one before. When he'd established a base in the Old Peverell castle in Germany. He was intrigued by it. It told of three artifacts supposedly given to them by death. Though the last page it was noted that a lot of details were not given to Beedle, as it would not be good for anyone to know how adept the Peverell's actually were with Runes, and enchantments. They had made the First Cloak of Invisibility, the first True wand. Most wands at the time was sub par in comparison to staff's. And finally the Stone. It was a one of a kind item, and still is. It is the one item that have yet to even have an attempt at being recreated.
No one had ever succeeded at recreating the wand. But the tips that the brother's had given to the Wandmaker's at the time were enough to make wands better than staff's. And no one had truly succeeded in recreating the cloak either, but it was better than most charms. Though one would still need to charm their shoes to not make a noise.
He was shocked out of his musings when he heard Tonks come bounding into the room.
"Harry, the Guests have arrived." She said in a loud way. Not yelling but definitely louder than necessary. She did not mention who it was, another reason to think she did not come back with him. It might be best that way. He did not have any reason to grow attached to them. Except memories of his last life, and the memories of what happened in heaven. He could remove himself from their life, from the summer before fourth year.
He'd have to do the rest on his own, only if he succeeded this time would he allow anyone to get close again.
He closed the book and laid it on the desk before he followed Dora down and into the living room. Minerva sat in a reclining chair near the fireplace, on a sofa sat Susan and her aunt Amelia. On the second sofa sat Andy and Ted.
He looked at Susan for any sign that it was the girl he'd somehow ended up with while married to another. There were some, she didn't blush or look too insecure or shy like she did when they first started at Hogwarts. Though something could have happened between now and then that caused her to be insecure or shy. She also seemed to have a glint in her eyes that he recognised from one of their trips back to Britain, she was planning something. Something that would not be good for those who crossed her. Or very good for those she cared for.
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After they had eaten dinner. Apparently Susan would stay for the next week or two, as something had come up at the office that Amelia felt like taking a personal look at. As she left Susan's eyes shone with that glint tenfold. As Harry was thinking things over he failed to hear what was being said. But he took notice when Dora pulled both him and Susan to her bedroom. It was hard to not notice, it was both so Dora, and so unlike her. Rather dark, lit by scented candle's? And a mattress on the floor with pillows and a duvet. What was going on?
"We're having a sleepover while you're staying over Susan. That way we can have so much more fun. Right Harry?" Dora said easily as she sat down on her bed. She looked over the two kids, honestly if she didn't know all of Harry and Susan's tells. And that their younger bodies made it harder for them to hide what they were thinking she wouldn't have known. Luckily her own body was at least old enough that she could handle and hide all of her tells as best she could, and as a Metamorph, that was everything.
"How long did you know?" Harry asked as he sat down on the mattress on the floor.
"Since we picked you up." Dora said cheerfully.
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Luna was sitting with her Mother as she was working on a Charm. She could not read the code that her mother wrote her notes in, but it seemed to be some sort of illumination charm. Or maybe a heating charm. Hmm. Maybe it'd be best if her mother never touched a wand again. At least not for the sake of developing anything. Because now it got cold. And it was SUMMER!
One little 'accidental' magic later and her notes were on fire.
A few minutes and a burned out interior later, and perhaps it was not such a good idea. Her younger head was not so good to comprehend these things. It wasn't meant to be a fire that burned everything and couldn't be doused within an hour. More like a minute. Stupid head. Stupid, stupid head. Listen to me next time!
They would be sleeping outside tonight. Luckily Daddy had a storage shed that had most of their camping things in it.
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AN:
So this is the lat Chapter I have done for this Story. This story is likely to go on hiatus for a bit and I'll use this time to work on my English Grammar for a while. Hope to get this story going again during April, not sure though as I have started to have some conflicting feelings about running two stories that are rather similar at the same time.
It does give me the possibility of throwing ideas back and forth, but they will probably end up influencing one another. So please leave a review if you want me to pick up this story in April. I think the challenge of portraying them as adults in children's bodies will be fun. But it'll probably be the main thing of continuing this story for me personally right now.
