"Harry, I have some good news!" Hermione squealed as Harry entered the room.
"What is it?" replied Harry.
"I'm pregnant! We're going to have a baby!"
Harry just nodded, smiling a bit.
"What's wrong?"
"It has been done," he said.
"What's been done, honey?"
"Hermione, goodbye. I'm leaving soon."
"What?" She said, outraged. "You can't leave me with our baby!"
"Listen, Hermione, I'm not leaving you. Make sure our child grows up like us. Please."
"But why are you leaving?" She cried.
"I'm not leaving. I'll never leave you, or McGonagall. Listen, Hermione. Death Obliviated all of you when I fell through the Veil of Death when I followed Sirius. He gave me a second chance at life, though tenporary, to say goodbye to you. Now our child will be destined to overthrow Dumbledore and any other Dark wizard."
With those words, Harry Potter walked forward and gave her a big kiss on the forehead. "You'll remember me, through him."
And Harry James Potter faded from life.
Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Islington, London, England: March 30, 2011, 800 hrs.
It was a rare occasion in his life; peace.
Harrison Sirius Potter finally removed his earplugs as Ron and Hermione stopped yelling at each others' faces.
After being hit with another heavy hand by Ron, Hermione finally apologized and kissed Ron Weasley on the lips.
Of course this wasn't the end of the bitter bickering. His stepfather forbade his mother to mention anything about Harry Potter to him. Not that he didn't agree with Ron.
The young Ravenclaw knew that his real father had abandoned him and his mother after making her pregnant. His mother always told him one thing: You'll know when you can understand things. What should he understand about his current situation? All he saw was a stupid, no-good dad who left Hermione for good, and a very understanding mother who his dad took advantage of for having a kind heart.
An owl decided to pick this moment to deliver a letter to Ron.
"Ah-ha!" Ron smirked, picking up the letter. He took the envelope sealed with the Ministry seal and knocked the poor owl out.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Ronald Weasley would be seen packing his bags and casually strolling out of Number 12.
Harrison stared blankly at the living room window while watching Ron walk away from the apartment and finally vanished into nowhere. Flowers began to blossom, they did since the beginning of the month. As the whole Weasley family got ready to celebrate Uncle George and Fred's birthdays (they were only two days ahead!) Ron didn't care.
He would've counted himself lucky that Ron's jealousy and many other dislikable traits in him didn't get through Harrison's shield of righteousness. His mother would often warn him to try not to pick up the awful, disgusting characters that his stepfather seemed to have since he was young.
He was broken from the sort of trance he was in by feeling his mother's hands touch his unruly, black hair. She always claimed that he looked exactly like his dad without glasses. It was funny how he heard stories at Hogwarts that Potter boys always seemed to take after their father with barely any features from the mother side.
"Hi, Mum, I guess."
"That letter would only buy as a week, Harrison. If you want to see your real father, even Padfoot, you better cooperate."
"Padfoot?"
"Sirius Black was your father's godfather. He was one of the Marauders, a group of pranksters and troublemakers at Hogwarts about two generations ago."
"Mum, you planned for that letter to arrive?" Harrison asked, amazed.
"Even so that Ron would agree to it. I'm sure Professor Flitwick told you something about the Compulsion Charm."
"O-kay."
"Now, what do you know about Harry Potter?"
"Almost nothing, except all those things you mentioned about him."
"Listen here, little Harry."
"Really, Mum, you're now calling me like that filthy man who left you with me?" Harrison said angrily.
"Look, Harry didn't leave us, my dear. He made sure you would come to this world to save both him and Sirius. Do you think the Boy-Who-Lived would go down that easy on a fight? I don't think so."
"How sure is he that I would save his dusty arse?" Harrison countered bitterly.
"When Sirius fell through the Veil of Death, your father, in despair, followed him. Now, Harry was fifteen at that time. He was too young to die. Not when he could've had a bright future."
"So...he got you pregnant in fifth year?"
"Technically, sixth year. He claimed that Death sent him and Sirius back to the mortal world so that they can say goodbye properly."
"What happens next, then?"
"Next?" Hermione said. "Next, we send ourselves back in time before your father and I went to the Department of Mysteries with the hypocrites and Neville and Luna."
Harrison looked shocked. "I never knew you hated Ron so much."
"He wouldn't have given me a reason not to," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Your father, he was much better company. He cared for me. He knew when I was in trouble. He would do anything to save me."
"Hmm, time traveling?"
"Before the day he left, Harry left me a book. I kept it at first, as it was a constant reminder of him, but then I went cleaning the house one day and actually read the name of the book."
"And what does it say?" Harrison asked, his interest piqued.
"How to Welcome Back Time: A Guide to Efficient Time-Traveling," Hermione said. "I thought Harry might've been up to something risky. I don't know."
"Welp," Harrison said. "I'm guessing we're risking our lives for a man who left you alone with me."
"Would you stop criticizing your father!" Hermione said angrily. "Has Ron really drilled that far into your head that you hate Harry as much as he does!"
It was amazing; almost fifteen years worth of trying to endure the wrath that Hermione would unleash upon him lest she got very angry. Harrison knew of the 'thou-shalt-nots' when it came to his mother, but he clearly did not expect her to defend his dad so much.
He wanted to find out why his mother was so defensive. He hoped that his mother was right when she talked about Harry. It already seemed weird that Hermione was never angry at Harry for leaving her behind with an unborn baby.
"Okay," Harrison said carefully, putting together dozens of words and rearranging them, so it would somehow be more pleasing for Hermione to hear. "What's our plan, then?"
Hermione smiled. "I'm glad you're straight to the point as your father." It was the first time Harrison would smile from hearing about his father. "Starting today, only if you allow it, can I call you Harry Jr.?"
He was delighted at that idea! He found it funny how his feelings toward his dad shifted from loathing to longing in about five seconds.
"Now, we would need to create a potion," Hermione said carefully, making sure she remembered what was written in the book. "We'd have to focus very hard on the timeline we wish to go back to, sort of like casting a Patronus charm," upon the look of puzzlement in Harry Jr.'s face, she added, "you'll learn about it when we go back."
Harry Jr., as a Ravenclaw, didn't care that much about intelligence, and it was strange he wasn't Sorted somewhere else. Almost instantly after hearing about the Marauders, his mindset changed from avoiding detention to going to detention.
"I'll warn you, Harry," Hermione looked her son in the eye, "Dumbledore will be alive. In our timeline Malfoy took over the entire Wizarding world. Dumbledore was alive in fifth year. We should maintain a low profile if ever he finds out."
Harry Jr. nodded. "Where exactly are we going to in the past?"
"The Room of Requirement," replied Hermione. "There was held the Dumbledore's Army meetings—"
"Dumbledore's Army?"
"We were supposed to name it Defense Association, but Ginevra demanded we make it Dumbledore's Army instead. Typical for a Dumbledore fan and a delusional Boy-Who-Lived fangirl and gold digger. By naming it after a supposed model of the Light, she figured it would draw Harry closer to her."
"Aunt Ginny?" Harry asked in astonishment.
"She shouldn't be considered as family," Hermione thought back to the time when she opened the book Harry gave her before parting. There was a folded piece of parchment she figured out later that Harry inserted there. "A few months ago I found this note in 'the book' saying Molly, Ginevra, Ronald and Percy must never be trusted."
Hermione, for the first time in years, felt safe when she thought about Ron. She felt safe because she was going back in time to once again meet the love of her life, the wizard whom she fell in love with since third year, and the father of her child, Harry Potter.
Harry Jr. felt excited that he would finally be able to see his dad. For years he had been fatherless, like his dad, who lost his parents at the age of one. He was happy because...it felt natural for him. Some say it was from his mother, but most claimed Harry Potter would have a radiant smile every time he felt loved. He would give much more radiant smiles to his dad.
"Now, let me get that book..."
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England: March 10, 2011, 1100 hrs.
Ron Weasley, with a week's worth of clothes packed in his traveling bag, carefully rang on the doorbell of Malfoy Manor. He remembered the fight he had with Hermione earlier.
She had been dropping hints about time-traveling in their argument. It could be merely an expression, but Ron, unlike his stupid, lazy self, thought that something was definitely up when Hermione kept mentioning time and again. She had her fair share of using a Time-Turner in their third year.
Inside Malfoy Manor, Draco received a message from one of his house-elves that somebody was in his doorstep. Looking at the clock nearby his throne-like chair, he saw that it was about noon, and whoever was in the doorstep must also want to eat lunch with him.
"Go, open the door," Draco ordered the house-elf.
Dobby miserably bowed and went to get the door. Once his 'Harry Potter sir' died, the Malfoy scion quickly reclaimed Dobby as the family house-elf.
Dobby had been seriously hoping it wasn't either Molly, Ginevra, or Ronald Weasley. He never much enjoyed the visits from those hot-tempered redheads.
Dobby's hopes had been seriously crushed when he saw who was at the doorstep. Mentally facepalming, he opened the door and immediately Disapparated.
"Draco! Where are you!" Ron shouted, knowing that Malfoy was annoyed by someone not calling him 'Master'. Thirty seconds later, an angry-looking blonde stormed from the living room, with a wand adorning his right hand.
"Weasley," Draco snarled. Ron had been one of the few brave-but-stupid followers of the 'Light'.
"Why so surprised, Draco?" Ron laughed.
"I told you not to call me by that name!" Draco yelled in his face.
Ron took a step back. "Yes, Master." He bowed carefully. "I bring some news."
Draco thought about it. "Hmm. Seems you're not as idiotic as you look."
Ron nodded. "I had a fight with my wife earlier..."
Draco snorted. "Typical."
"That's not it, Master," Ron insisted. "The Mudblood kept dropping clues about time travel."
"Interesting," the blonde yawned.
"Master, you know this could mean disaster, right? I mean, if the Mudblood goes back to the time when Potter was still alive, it could mean the end of your reign!"
"OH!" Draco was alarmed by that fact. "Let's stop them!"
"Wait, Master..." Ron stalled.
"WHAT!" Draco spat.
"You told me to sleepover here," Ron informed him.
"I never told you anything!" Draco yelled, with a hint of panic in his voice. "I'll bet you a thousand Galleons it was your stupid Mudblood wife who figured out that one! Let's go!"
The two wizards, with an adrenaline rush, Disapparated.
Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Islington, London, England: March 30, 2011, 1115 hrs.
"That's it," Hermione said to her son, pouring in the final ingredient for the time-travel. "Now I just need to recite a chant, then we'll be ready to go back."
"What're we waiting for?" Let's do it!" Said Harry Jr.
"Okay," Hermione said. "It's not that simple. The chant is in Welsh, and we have to repeat it three times for it to work."
She flipped through the pages of the book, finally finding what she was looking for. "Here," she pointed. "It's what activates the 'spell'."
"Fel endid hudol," Hermione began, "rydyn ni, gyda'm holl bŵer a chryfder," Harry Jr. joined in, trying his best to pronounce the words, "trwy long, yn ychwanegu at y cyffwrdd olaf ar gyfer ein taith."
"Two more times," Hermione said.
Together, they recited, "Fel endid hudol, rydyn ni, gyda'm holl bŵer a chryfder, trwy long, yn ychwanegu at y cyffwrdd olaf ar gyfer ein taith."
Both heard the door being forced. It finally gave way.
"I'll go see what that was," Hermione said. "Continue."
Two figures walked up the stairs.
"Going somewhere, Mudblood?" Draco sneered, pointing his wand at Hermione.
"I knew you were up to something fishy," Ron continued. "Master, we have to arrest her!"
"Accio Handcuffs!" Draco said. A pair of magical handcuffs made its way to his hand.
"Fel endid hudol, rydyn ni..."
"What the hell is that?" Draco shouted.
"Harry, go... tell your father I love him," Hermione said weakly; it was an obvious attempt to warn her son to go.
"gyda'm holl bŵer a chryfder, trwy long..."
"Harry, finish the chant and go!" Hermione begged.
"Not so fast, Mudblood."
"yn ychwanegu at y cyffwrdd olaf ar gyfer ein taith!" Harry Jr. finished. "Mum, it's ready! Mum! Mum?"
"Harry, my son, go! I'll see you on the other side!"
"MUM!" Harry grabbed his wand and ran outside the room. He saw Draco and Ron holding both of Hermione's hands.
"Harry, please, tell your father I love him, now go!"
"RELASHIO!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at Hermione's wrists. "Mum, let's go!"
Harry pulled up Hermione from a crying mess and carried her to the room.
"MUM!"
"Thank you, my son, I really want to see your father again..."
"We're almost there, Mum."
"Take me to him..."
"Let's go!"
Harry, with all his strength, carried his mother and dropped her into the basin, and followed quickly after, leaving Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley behind.
