The Same World
by Healer Pomfrey
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
A story with small, daily updates! COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC.
It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it. If you don't like it, go and find something else to read or write your own story to your liking!
"And why might that be?" Amelia enquired, sternly.
"Harry Potter's registered as an adult here, although he has not officially taken up his lordship yet. It says that he's married to Connie Cox, the new Lady Potter. Buckbean is listed as his magical guardian, however, if he's an adult, he doesn't even need a guardian." The witch, whom Amelia had addressed as Mary, looked from Amelia to Harry in clear surprise.
"Show me," Amelia demanded, taking the card from the young witch. "Harry, is it true that you're married?"
Firmly grabbing Connie's hand, Harry replied, "Yes Madame, this is my wife, Connie." Noticing Amelia's disbelieving look, he quickly told her and his family what had happened at Gringotts a few months ago.
"Well, congratulations Lord and Lady Potter," Amelia finally said in understanding. "Mary, please just add Sirius Black as additional guardian to Buckbean and keep quiet about the matter with Harry's marriage until the time when he claims his lordship. Please set Mr. Black as representative of the Potter house until Harry becomes the new Lord Potter."
Finally, they left the Ministry of Magic, feeling very grateful towards Amelia Bones, who had seen to it that everything went according to their wishes. Connie simply took her Portkey back home, while Sirius and Remus accompanied Harry back to Hogwarts.
"We'll have a look at my parents' old home, and I'll contact you and also Connie during the next couple of days," Sirius promised, when they parted in front of the entrance doors.
"Thanks Sirius and Remus," Harry replied, smiling happily. "Thanks for accepting Connie, even though she's a muggle."
"There's only one problem with that, Harry," Sirius replied, sighing. "You need a magical heir in order to continue the Potter line, so maybe you'll have to have several children to make sure that at least one is magical."
Harry chuckled and promised, "I'll see to it."
一つの世界
However, Harry's smile quickly turned into a groan, when he realised that Professor Snape was waiting for him in the entrance hall, instructing him to follow him into his office in a sharp voice.
He grudgingly followed the Potions professor into the dungeons.
"Sit," the professor instructed him, pointing to a chair behind his desk. "Professor Dumbeldore was very upset about your behaviour," he then continued. "During the ten months that you're at Hogwarts, your head of house is your guardian in the magical world. It overwrites any other guardianship, which might apply for the remaining two months of the year. Therefore, you have to do as Professor Dumbledore tells you. Is that clear?" he hissed, glaring at Harry.
"Professor McGonagall is my head of house, not Professor Dumbledore, sir," he contradicted in a firm voice.
"Yes, but he's the headmaster and as such able to overwrite my colleagues' decisions," Snape replied in clear irritation. "You better behave yourself, Potter."
"I don't trust Professor Dumbledore," Harry muttered, more to himself than to the professor, before he asked in a louder and at the same time softer voice, "Professor, do you know why Professor Dumbledore hates me so much?"
Snape looked at him in apparent surprise. "Why would he hate you?"
Harry let out a sigh. "Sir, I know that you despise me because I look like my father, but I'd like to know what Dumbledore's reason is. He placed me with my muggle relatives, who absolutely hate me because of being magical. I was told that several wizarding families would have been willing to take me in; however, Dumbledore just took me away from the magical world. I can't find any explanation apart from the fact that he must hate me for some reason."
Snape remained thoughtful for a moment, before he replied. "I don't think that he hates you, Potter. He probably wanted you to be safe from the remaining followers of the Dark Lord and believed that you were safer in the muggle world. I don't hate you either, by the way. It's true that you have an uncanny resemblance with your father and that your father and I did not get along well at school, however, your mother, of whom you've inherited your green eyes, was my best friend." He glanced at his wrist watch and decided, "It's time to head to the Great Hall now. Dinner is going to commence any minute now."
'Snape was almost nice,' Harry mused as he hurried to keep up with the professor's fast pace.
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The following weeks passed uneventful. Harry exchanged a few letters with Sirius, who informed him that he and Remus were now living in his parents' old town house, that he had visited Connie and her parents, and that they had invited Connie to visit them over the weekend at their new home and help them prepare a room for Harry as well as one for herself.
'I'm glad that they get along so well,' Harry thought, feeling very happy. Of course, Connie had already telepathically informed him about the weekend, which she seemed to have enjoyed very much.
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Soon it was time for Harry and his team to prepare for the Quidditch match Gryffindor versus Slytherin, which took place on the last Saturday of November.
It was just a week before the match that Harry received a Nimbus 2000 broomstick from his godfather, delivered by his owl Hedwig. 'How strange, Hedwig is supposed to be with the Cox,' Harry wondered, however, was over the moon with joy over his new broom.
"You're lucky, Harry…"
"… This is much better than the school brooms…"
"… So we're definitely going to win," the Weasley twins told him in their funny sing-song that always made Harry laugh.
"You'll have to leave it in Professor McGonagall's office outside of practice and the matches though, as first-years aren't allowed to have their own brooms," Percy Weasely informed him, and Harry nodded in understanding.
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The day of the match was a cold but sunny day, and Harry felt so excited that he was glad when he was finally able to take into the air together with his teammates.
'Good luck for the match,' he heard Connie's voice in his mind, just when Madam Hooch released the Snitch.
'Thanks,' he thought back, feeling very cared for. 'I only wished that she was here,' he thought, before he decided to push all ideas that concerned anything but Quidditch from his mind for the time being.
The match was turbulent to say the least, as in the middle of the match, his broom began to move strangely and Harry was absolutely unable to control it. There was no way that he could look for the golden Snitch, let alone guide his broom into any direction to catch it. Fortunately, after fifteen minutes, during which he was almost beginning to panic, as he tried to somehow keep himself on his broom, everything returned back to normal, and a short time later, Harry was able to catch the Snitch.
"Mr. Potter has caught the Snitch. Gryffindor wins 270 – 180," Madam Hooch announced, and under huge applause, Harry descended to the ground, escorted by the Weasley twins, who were cheering happily.
Only when he reached the ground, he saw something that almost made his heart stop in shock.
tbc...
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