a/n This is from Harry's POV this time.
Harry got up, and peered in at Hermione. Still asleep. He bounded down the stairs, where his parents were sitting at the kitchen table.
"Harry!" exclaimed James. "Great, we should get going, I told Remus and Sirius I'd be at Diagon Alley at 12:00, so, lets go!"
"I'll pick you up at 2:00, Harry," said Lily. "James, don't let him go without breakfast! Here, Harry." She passed him a breakfast bar and a bottle of water. "Sorry, I usually cook. "
All of a sudden, someone in the living room wailed.
"That would be you," said Lily, looking flustered. "Have fun, Harry, James." Then she dashed off to the living room.
"Lets get going," said James.
*****
Oh, here it is, Sirius's house!" said James. "He lives in Diagon Alley, right above Ollivander's."
James went up to the door and knocked, hard.
"Sirius, it's me!" he called out.
Sirius swung open the door. "Oh hey! My god James, Harry looks like a minature you! With Lily's eyes..."
Remus came over. "Hello, James. Hi, Harry."
"Hi, Proffesor...I mean, Mr. Lupin," said Harry.
"Professor? Am I?" asked Remus. "Well, then... what subject?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Harry.
"Well, come in," said Sirius.
They all sat down on different peices of furniture.
"Now, tell me, Harry," said James. "Who's your least favorite teacher?"
"Snape!" exclaimed Harry.
"Not, Severus?" asked Sirius.
"Yeah, him," said Harry. "He hates me."
James raised his hand. "That would be my fault, Harry. Does he still ALWAYS look like he REALLY needs a shower?"
"Yes!" said Harry, laughing.
"Now, Harry," said Remus. "Tell me, is wearing clothes 5 times your size the style?"
Harry laughed darkly. "They're Dudley's old clothes."
"Oh, well, your mother can buy you some stuff later today," said James. "She's the one with the style sense. 'James,' " he mimicked. " 'James, you should take advice from a gay man for once and get some fashion sense.' "
Harry laughed. "Okay, thanks."
*****
Harry stood in front of the Ice Cream parlor with Lily.
"Florean?'" questioned Lily. The owner came out. "I realize it's a bit hectic today...but could you arrange to get us a table?"
"Yes, Mrs. Potter, of course," he said. "Hi, James," he said absentmindedly, looking at Harry out of the corner of his eye.
Harry and Lily sat down at the table Florean gave him.
"Now, after this," began Lily, " I'm going to buy you a new wardrobe. Your father tipped me off."
"But, well," said Harry. "What's in style in 1981 wont exactly be in style in 1995."
"True," said Lily. "I tailor, though, so just tell me what kind of clothes you like."
"Okay," said Harry. "Thanks."
"No problem," said Lily. "So, anyway, how about the social scene of your life? Who was that Hermione girl? Your girlfriend?"
"No," said Harry. "Just a friend."
Lily giggled. "Do you have one?"
"No," said Harry.
"But you must have a crush?" asked Lily.
Harry blushed. "Well, yeah..."
"Oooo, who?" asked Lily, looking like a teenager waiting to hear the latest gossip.
"Er, Cho Chang," said Harry, feeling embarrassed.
"Oh, the Changs," said Lily, waving her hand. "We were going to buy the house they live in now. But ours is much bigger! We have much more land!"
"What do you do for work?" asked Harry.
"Oh, I stay at home, to take care of you," said Lily. "Your father, though, he's the position below the minister. Takes even more money, though." Lily beamed.
"I think I've noticed, from my Gringotts Vault, there's a lot of money there," said Harry.
"Oh, we have 10 vaults!" said Lily. "Who didn't give you all the keys?"
"I don't know," said Harry.
Florean came over.
"For drinks, Mrs. Potter?" he asked.
"What do you want, Harry?" Lily asked.
"I'll just have an Iced Wizardcinno," said Harry.
"Seltzer," said Lily.
"Of course," said Florean. "You're going to be a stick, Mrs. Potter, if you just eat ice cream all the time!"
"Oh, you can never be too rich or too thin!" exclaimed Lily. "Who said that? Was it Dumbledore?"
"I believe it was a muggle," said Florean, laughing. He then used his wand to make their drinks appear. "And for your Ice Cream?"
"Harry?" asked Lily.
"Uh, I'll have Peppermint Pattie," said Harry.
"Banana Split!" said Lily excitedly.
Florean used his wand again, and they had their ice cream.
"Enjoy," he said, before dashing off.
"So, Harry," said Lily. "How are you managing with our money? Okay?"
"Excellent," said Harry.
"Good!" exclaimed Lily. "Well, now, how's...life?"
"Okay," said Harry.
"Who's your best friend?" asked Lily.
"Ron Weasley," answered Harry.
"The Weasleys!" said Lily. "Of, course, poor family, we gave Arthur some money a few months ago. He loves that Muggle Office. He has 6 children! Well, 7 now, I keep forgetting about little Virginia!"
"Virginia?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well, they call her Ginny, but same thing!" Lily said. "I'm finished, what about you?" asked Lily.
"Done," declared Harry.
"Lets go," said Lily. "Oh, but, wait, I REALLY want to go into Madam Malkins to shop around, I was eyeing this wondeful dress the other day but was to tired to go in. That okay with you?"
"Yeah," said Harry, laughing inwardly at the his mother's slight snobbiness.
Across the Sands of Time, Part Seven
Harry got up, and peered in at Hermione. Still asleep. He bounded down the stairs, where his parents were sitting at the kitchen table.
"Harry!" exclaimed James. "Great, we should get going, I told Remus and Sirius I'd be at Diagon Alley at 12:00, so, lets go!"
"I'll pick you up at 2:00, Harry," said Lily. "James, don't let him go without breakfast! Here, Harry." She passed him a breakfast bar and a bottle of water. "Sorry, I usually cook. "
All of a sudden, someone in the living room wailed.
"That would be you," said Lily, looking flustered. "Have fun, Harry, James." Then she dashed off to the living room.
"Lets get going," said James.
*****
Oh, here it is, Sirius's house!" said James. "He lives in Diagon Alley, right above Ollivander's."
James went up to the door and knocked, hard.
"Sirius, it's me!" he called out.
Sirius swung open the door. "Oh hey! My god James, Harry looks like a minature you! With Lily's eyes..."
Remus came over. "Hello, James. Hi, Harry."
"Hi, Proffesor...I mean, Mr. Lupin," said Harry.
"Professor? Am I?" asked Remus. "Well, then... what subject?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Harry.
"Well, come in," said Sirius.
They all sat down on different peices of furniture.
"Now, tell me, Harry," said James. "Who's your least favorite teacher?"
"Snape!" exclaimed Harry.
"Not, Severus?" asked Sirius.
"Yeah, him," said Harry. "He hates me."
James raised his hand. "That would be my fault, Harry. Does he still ALWAYS look like he REALLY needs a shower?"
"Yes!" said Harry, laughing.
"Now, Harry," said Remus. "Tell me, is wearing clothes 5 times your size the style?"
Harry laughed darkly. "They're Dudley's old clothes."
"Oh, well, your mother can buy you some stuff later today," said James. "She's the one with the style sense. 'James,' " he mimicked. " 'James, you should take advice from a gay man for once and get some fashion sense.' "
Harry laughed. "Okay, thanks."
*****
Harry stood in front of the Ice Cream parlor with Lily.
"Florean?'" questioned Lily. The owner came out. "I realize it's a bit hectic today...but could you arrange to get us a table?"
"Yes, Mrs. Potter, of course," he said. "Hi, James," he said absentmindedly, looking at Harry out of the corner of his eye.
Harry and Lily sat down at the table Florean gave him.
"Now, after this," began Lily, " I'm going to buy you a new wardrobe. Your father tipped me off."
"But, well," said Harry. "What's in style in 1981 wont exactly be in style in 1995."
"True," said Lily. "I tailor, though, so just tell me what kind of clothes you like."
"Okay," said Harry. "Thanks."
"No problem," said Lily. "So, anyway, how about the social scene of your life? Who was that Hermione girl? Your girlfriend?"
"No," said Harry. "Just a friend."
Lily giggled. "Do you have one?"
"No," said Harry.
"But you must have a crush?" asked Lily.
Harry blushed. "Well, yeah..."
"Oooo, who?" asked Lily, looking like a teenager waiting to hear the latest gossip.
"Er, Cho Chang," said Harry, feeling embarrassed.
"Oh, the Changs," said Lily, waving her hand. "We were going to buy the house they live in now. But ours is much bigger! We have much more land!"
"What do you do for work?" asked Harry.
"Oh, I stay at home, to take care of you," said Lily. "Your father, though, he's the position below the minister. Takes even more money, though." Lily beamed.
"I think I've noticed, from my Gringotts Vault, there's a lot of money there," said Harry.
"Oh, we have 10 vaults!" said Lily. "Who didn't give you all the keys?"
"I don't know," said Harry.
Florean came over.
"For drinks, Mrs. Potter?" he asked.
"What do you want, Harry?" Lily asked.
"I'll just have an Iced Wizardcinno," said Harry.
"Seltzer," said Lily.
"Of course," said Florean. "You're going to be a stick, Mrs. Potter, if you just eat ice cream all the time!"
"Oh, you can never be too rich or too thin!" exclaimed Lily. "Who said that? Was it Dumbledore?"
"I believe it was a muggle," said Florean, laughing. He then used his wand to make their drinks appear. "And for your Ice Cream?"
"Harry?" asked Lily.
"Uh, I'll have Peppermint Pattie," said Harry.
"Banana Split!" said Lily excitedly.
Florean used his wand again, and they had their ice cream.
"Enjoy," he said, before dashing off.
"So, Harry," said Lily. "How are you managing with our money? Okay?"
"Excellent," said Harry.
"Good!" exclaimed Lily. "Well, now, how's...life?"
"Okay," said Harry.
"Who's your best friend?" asked Lily.
"Ron Weasley," answered Harry.
"The Weasleys!" said Lily. "Of, course, poor family, we gave Arthur some money a few months ago. He loves that Muggle Office. He has 6 children! Well, 7 now, I keep forgetting about little Virginia!"
"Virginia?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well, they call her Ginny, but same thing!" Lily said. "I'm finished, what about you?" asked Lily.
"Done," declared Harry.
"Lets go," said Lily. "Oh, but, wait, I REALLY want to go into Madam Malkins to shop around, I was eyeing this wondeful dress the other day but was to tired to go in. That okay with you?"
"Yeah," said Harry, laughing inwardly at the his mother's slight snobbiness.
