Flashback…
"How does it feel?" Harry hissed, he was in a state of rage. He could feel the hatred and pain in his blood as he stared down at the Dark Lord who had been at his throat since the day he was born.
"How does it feel knowing that you are at someone's mercy and going to die?"
He said icily as he looked at the defenseless Dark Lord. Today Voldemort was going to die, to hell with Dumbledore's teachings about now attacking someone who is defenseless. Voldemort had it coming to him the moment he had set his Death Eaters to attack Hogsmeade and killing the one person he had ever loved: Ginny.
"Kill me Potter. I have no time for your sentiments." Voldemort, the most cruel Dark Lord of all time had said evenly. He had no idea Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived was a Shadow Mage, if had known sooner, he would have long left The Boy Who Lived alone knowing how powerful the messy hair boy was. Maybe even recruit him! Here he was now, defenseless, ¾ of his army decimated and the other ¼ watching him as he fall to his knees. The most humiliating thing of all was that both sides were watching him as a seventeen-year-old boy that he had greatly underestimated beat him in a duel.
The Boy Who Lived himself…
"As you wish…" Harry said icily. "But first… you deserve pain for what you have done to all of those innocent people… Crucio!" Harry hissed the Cruciatus curse.
"Did you like that?" Harry hissed coldly as if he lifted the spell.
Voldemort had only gasped in pain. He couldn't believe The Boy Who-Lived was not only a Shadow Mage, but was willing to use the Dark Arts to cause him pain.
"Won't you answer me? I said did you like that? Crucio!"
Voldemort began to grit his teeth at the sheer amount of pain.
"This is for my parents! Crucio!"
Not even knowing he was doing it, the Dark Lord began to scream out loud in pain as everyone watched The Boy Who-Lived was torturing the Dark Lord.
How the mighty had fallen…
"This is for Sirius! Crucio!"
Voldemort began to scream even louder as he felt the pain was increased by three times more power. For the first time in ages, he could taste the blood in his mouth. He had bitten his own tongue.
"This is for the Longbottoms and Cedric! Crucio!"
Voldemort began to writhe in pain even harder as pieces of his skin began to break from the blood inside of him wanting to escape.
"And this is for GINNY! Crucio Maximus!" Harry roared as he put his full power into torturing the dark bastard to hell. Just thinking about how Ginny had died in his arms had driven him into the brink of unholy thirst of pain and hatred. Tears were flowing down his face. Harry did not notice.
For the first time in his life, Voldemort wanted to die right there. He just wanted the pain to end and die in peace. Damn that Bellatrix for telling how to use the curse.
"Finite!" Harry said coldly as he stopped connecting the Cruciatus curse. Harry could see Dumbledore in the background shaking his head at what he had done, but he did not care. Today was suppose to be the happiest day of his life when he had proposed to the girl he had loved, but because of this filth in front of him, he had lost the one person he was willing to sacrifice the entire world for.
"Now you know the pain your victims had gone through as you tortured them Voldemort." Harry hissed darkly as the Dark Lord began to curve himself into a ball. His wand was in the hands of The Boy Who Lived and the spell that he was hit with at the end of his duel a while ago had somehow completely destroy all of his magic. He couldn't do anymore magic and all of his weapons were already spent or destroyed by the Heir of Gryffindor.
"Kill me." Voldemort gasped out as he was hit with another Cruciatus.
Lifting the spell, Harry decided to show a bit of mercy.
"Very well, goodbye Riddle." Harry said as he locked the Dark Lord in place with his Shadow Mage powers, leaving him immobile.
Closing his eyes, Harry began to chant as the air around him began to get heavy from the amount of magic in the air. He chanted for an entire minute until he was done. "Any last words Riddle?" Harry said as his face was kept as an emotionless mask.
"Yes…" Voldemort had gasped out darkly as he knew he was going to face death. The powers of a Shadow Mage were impressive and he damn wished that he was the person to wield such power.
"I hope you liked your goodbye present Potter. It was a shame I couldn't have fun with your fiancée before she was killed." The Dark Lord had chuckled darkly.
Glaring at the Dark Lord with hatred, Harry had raised his hands once more and completed the spell. By slamming his hands to the ground, the sky which was blue was turned solid black and the sun that was once standing was gone and replaced with a red moon.
A minute went by and the Dark Lord was wondering what the Potter boy was waiting for until it appeared, a big red portal dripping with blood had appeared and it was the size of the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
Before anyone could react, an unholy howl had roared from beyond the dark portal and invisible winds began to blast through the battlefield. Suddenly, red like images that looked to be ghosts left the dark portal at blinding speed. One went straight to the Dark Lord in front of Harry and engulfed him in a swirl of red fire. As quickly as it came, it went back to its dark portal with the Dark Lord in its possession.
The servants of the Dark Mark, the Dementors, and all that came with the Dark Lord to attack Hogsmeade and Hogwarts was also engulfed by the red ghosts and brought back to the dark portal in which the Dark Lord was the first to enter. Everyone else who was on the battlefield that was against Voldemort was left alone, not a single red ghost made contact with them.
Those who were being sucked inside were going to be tortured for all eternity.
With the last of Voldemort's army being sucked inside the dark red portal, the blood red portal standing before everyone had slowly faded away, leaving nothing behind.
"Cancelera Finite." Harry said in a relieved voice as he had closed his eyes and broke the concentration he had which had kept the dark sky alive.
As if by magic, the dark sky began to slowly fade and the light sky was quickly shining again.
Nothing was left of the Dark Army.
Only blood…
He had completed the prophecy. But at what price?
End of Flashback…
"Has it really been a year and a half since I had defeated Voldemort?" Harry had said to himself as he looked around his room. He had just finished his daily work out and was remembering his battle that had ended it all. "Damn"
He couldn't help but wonder again if living in this dimension was pointless. He really didn't want to manipulate anyone into being his friends or his family that he had come to love. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud voice from the other side of his door.
"Harry!"
"What is it Sylvia?" He said as he noticed her hurried voice.
"Can Lily and I go flying? Mummy and daddy aren't going to be home for another three hours!"
Harry couldn't help but groan. He was temporary baby sitter for the morning and afternoon until his parents came back. Tonight, was the night they were going to go to the celebration party the Minister of Magic was holding for his daughters birthday.
"Sure, I'll be downstairs in a moment. Do not go flying until I'm there!" He called out as he had pulled himself together and began putting on his everyday outside clothes. He walked out to the pitch and nodded to Lily and Sylvia who were waiting for the ok to ride the broom. Harry nodded to them, but not before saying,
"Only ten feet off the ground!" He warned. Sylvia and Lily groaned but did so. Harry chuckled and walked to the already open broom shed and remembered Hermione telling him years ago that Ginny used to sneak in the shed and ride her brother's brooms secretly. He sighed. Harry got a broom and set off into the air. He was flying for about an hour and a half, keeping an eye out for his sisters. Harry was in a daze, 'My god I love this. So free...' Harry leaned back his head so it rested on the back of the broom and looked up at the sky. The cloud colors were a beautiful mix of orange and red with a thin wisp of blue travelling through it. Small beams of white light were falling on the fields. The skys beautiful light was being reflected on the pond that stood far off into the land. Harry was knocked out of his daze when he heard Sylvia yell to him, "Harry watch this!" She did a quidditch move and Harry yelled back, "That's skill right there Sylvia! Skill!" She smiled and flew off to play with her sister who was trying to imitate that move.
Later…
"So," Harry said as he was putting his robes on, getting ready for that official ball that his parents had wanted him to attend. It had been five days since the trip to Diagon Alley and going back to Hogwarts was just around the corner. "Are we going to Port-key or Floo there?" Harry asked to his father who looked disgruntled at having to attend. "And what is the name of the place?"
"Port-key, White Castle." He grunted.
'I wonder who else will be coming to this celebration,' Wondered Harry. If he had remembered correctly, this event had never happened in his old universe because Fudge had no daughter. He couldn't help but wonder why Fudge would hold a birthday celebration for his daughter to all the Purebloods in the Wizard World. He knew there had to be a secret reason on why Fudge had done this.
He inwardly wondered what the girl look like. Maybe she was some pudgy looking girl like her father. Her father was such an ass.
"Hey, are you three ready?" Lily had called out.
Harry took the moment to look over his shoulder. Leon was almost done he just could not get his tie to work.
"Almost!" James had shouted out loud in response. Harry saw Leon's trouble and tapped his shoulder. Leon turned around and had a frustrated look on his face that did not suit his face well. "Here let me help." Leon looked relieved and stood straight in front of his brother. Harry did the tie and when he was done, he turned his brother around to let him have a look in the mirror and Harry said playfully, "Why little brother your a stud!" He conjured a comb like the ones in Grease and smoothed his hair back with his hand and combed it back. "We gonna be the best lookin dudes at the party little brother." Harry said in a bad imitation of Danny in the movie. "Faget about it."
Leon laughed out loud and said, "Shut up Harry."
"Okay, we're almost done to!" She called out as she walked past their door and taking a look at them.
"Oh my, don't you three look handsome?" Lily had said as she looked at her husband and two sons up and down.
James had only puffed his chest up in response, Leon had 'maturely' waved it off, and Harry just gave a small smile in return while dusting of some fake lint from his shoulders causing Lily to laugh.
"Oh stop it Lily, you're embarrassing me." James giggled in a girly way.
Lily had only rolled her eyes.
"I'm going to go make sure all the girls are properly dressed and the last check-ups."
"Sure honey." James said as he made double sure both his wands were connected with his holsters. Constant Vigilance, like his former mentor had always told him.
Silence had fallen upon the three as they went into the living room and waited for the girls to be ready.
"Why do girls have to take so long?" Leon said clearly annoyed. The girls had gotten dressed an hour before the boys and they were still not ready.
"Don't ask me son, I can never understand women. One moment they hate your guts, the next, they love you."
"Oh." Leon said not understanding what his father meant.
Harry had only rolled his eyes. How true his father was. He could never understand women to. Not even meaning to, he added his little comment to the mix, "I know what you mean dad, when they do something wrong, they expect you to either apologize for it or fix their mistake. If you say no, they get angry at you for something you had not even done."
James nodded sagely at this. His son was already growing into a man and was already facing the dangers known as women.
The three Potters were all immediately distracted when the fireplace lit up, and out came the Black family.
"Hey Prongs!" Sirius shouted as his family had all stepped out of the Floo network.
"Hey Padfoot, I see you and your family is all ready." James said as he looked at all of them up and down.
"Where is Lily?" Amy asked as she looked approvingly at Harry and Leon.
"She's upstairs making sure all he girls are dressed appropriately."
"Thank you James, I'm going to go up there to see if she needs any help."
James had nodded at this. "And can you tell her to hurry up? As Aurors, we got to be there early."
"Not patient, are we?" Amy said raising her eyebrow as she walked up the stairs after she had given baby Eric to her husband.
Meanwhile…
"Hey Yuna-chan," Harry said greeting the young half-Veela who blushed. He took notice that she was not wearing her silver Kimono, instead, she was wearing a very pretty looking silver spaghetti strap dress. "How are you?"
"Harry-kun," She said nodding her head in greeting. "I'm doing fine, you look very handsome."
"And you look very beautiful." Harry said as he grabbed her hand gently like a true gentlemen and kissed it, much to her embarrassment. He lifted his arm and twirled her around causing her to laugh, Harry found the sound beautiful.
That was when he noticed it, why were his robes black and silver like Yuna's dress?
'Oh no… don't tell me… I'm her escort!' Harry thought in disbelief as he realized why the parents were grinning when he had bought these robes. 'Curse them!' Harry thought angrily as he realized he had just been tricked… by his own parents no less. 'Oh well, I like Yuna'
Harry greeted the rest of the Blacks.
"Hey Alex," Harry said as he high-fived the twin's hand. "How are you?"
"I'm doing ok, how's it going with you Harry?" Alex said in greeting as he hit the eldest Potter's hand. He was currently wearing blood red robes with golden edge trimmings.
"Nothing much, how are you Amanda?" Harry said as he gently hugged the little girl who ran up to him for a hug. Amanda was wearing a silver Kimono like her mother.
"Hi Harry! I'm doing fine." Amanda said in greeting as she sat on his lap.
"That's good." Harry said as he smiled at baby Eric who waved his hand at him. He made a face at him like a monkey that made Eric gurgle and giggle.
"So did your family buy anything for the birthday girl?" Alex asked in a bored voice. "It took us forever to find one. Dad had forgotten to get one at the last minute. If it wasn't for Yuna there, we would have forgotten."
Harry blinked at this. Did his family have a present for the birthday girl?
"Dad, do you have a present for the birthday girl?" Harry asked in fear. His father, who was talking to his uncle for a minute had stiffened at this.
"Oh shit." He said as he realize what his son had just asked. "Oh Merlin," James said as he put his head in his hands. "Lily is going to kill me! She told me to get the minister's daughter a present and I had forgotten!" James said groaning.
"Quick! Padfoot, cover me. I'm going to go to Diagon Alley, quick."
"Sorry mate, but you're a bit out of luck." Sirius said as he nodded his head to the direction where they heard thumping from the stairs.
Lily was done and the rest of the Potter girls were on their way down the stairs.
"Oh man, Lily's going to kill me. I'm so screwed." James said hitting his head repeatedly against the wall.
"James?" Lily said confused when she come the downstairs to see her husband thumping his head against the wall.
"Sorry Lils, but I forgot to get the birthday girl a present."
Silence…
There was a soft wind breeze echoing in the background and several leaves could be seen floating by, as Lily was slowly turning red.
"JAMES!" Lily screeched which had caused all the children to shiver in fear. All of them except Harry, had begun running away from the adults and were heading out of the Potter house. They were going to use the Port-key outside of the house to prevent anything else that might be ported with them.
Harry couldn't help but feel sorry for his father. At this time of the hour, most of the stores in Diagon Alley were closing and it was probably too late to buy the birthday girl a present.
"Lily, calm down," Amy said trying to calm down the fiery red head. "We'll think of something."
"How could you James? I had warned you a dozen times for the past three days! How could you have forgotten? I knew I should have go get it myself, but you kept saying you will take care of it!"
"Sorry honey, you see, I was busy and it had totally slipped my mind." James said sweating like mad seeing how angry his wife was.
Lily had only glared daggers at her husband. Why couldn't he do anything right? Why was it that her husband had forgotten to buy a present? She was pretty sure it would be rude for her family to go the celebration without a present and she knew her mother-in-law would have some say about this and would probably say it was her fault.
"Mom, we're going to be late!" Harry said trying to pacify his mother.
He gave his mother a tug. He had a present in his room right now and it was for Ginny since her birthday was coming up pretty soon, but at the moment, if he wanted to calm his mother down, they were going to need a present for the birthday girl.
"What?" Lily snapped as she looked at the person who had tugged on her dress.
Harry had immediately looked hurt when his mother had yelled at him, but it had quickly hid it in a blank mask.
Lily eyes widened when she realized she had just yelled at her son. She immediately regretted when she noticed he looked hurt, but he had quickly hid it under an emotionless mask. Where he learned how to hide his emotions, she would figure that out later.
"Sorry sweetie," Lily had said apologetically quickly. She did not want her son be cross with her, especially when he had been nothing but sweet to her the past year and a half. Lord knows the last time he was angry with her, he didn't speak to her for months. That hurt her a lot. However, with her son's latest attitude this past year, she was unsure how he would react to this.
Harry... for some reason, the way his mother had snapped at him, he did not know why, but he was slightly angry with her for snapping at him when he was trying to help.
Keeping his voice steady, he spoke in a calm cool voice. "I have a present I made for my friend upstairs, since we do not have the time to pick a present, we can give her the one I was planning to give to my friend. I can make her another one later."
Lily looked sad when she noticed her son was looking at her not in his usual kind warm way, but in a cool way in which people would usually make snide remarks. Before she could say anything, her husband had spoken in an excited voice.
"Wow son, you're a life saver, why don't you go get it then? I owe you big for this kid."
Harry had only nodded at this. Again, he did not know why, but he wanted to get away from his mother suddenly. The way she snapped at him had somewhat angered him.
"Harry…" Lily said trying to stop her son, but he had already gone upstairs without looking back.
James and Sirius, who was obvious was going on had only cheered at Harry saving the day. As the two were talking in relieved voices, Amy, beside Lily had noticed Harry's suddenly changed demeanor.
"Oh Lily, you really need to control you temper." Amy said comforting the red head. Lily looked angry with herself for snapping at her children.
"I know! I was just so frustrated at James forgetting to buy the present. I didn't mean to snap at him." Lily said her shoulders sagging when she noticed her eldest son had returned, he had not even glanced at her.
"Here you go dad," Harry said giving his father the present.
"Thanks son, what's in it?"
Harry had only given a smile. "You'll see, trust me, I know she will like it. She's what, eleven right?" He had changed his mind the last minute a while ago and decided to just make the birthday girl a present instead of giving a complete stranger, Ginny's present. Sirius nodded at his words.
"Well, since we got the present, let's go shall we?" Sirius said excited as he put his hand inside his robe and pulled out a long string, which was the port-key. "Come on people! Let's go outside where the children are waiting."
Not waiting around for his mother, Harry walked ahead of the group to get away from her.
As they got outside to take the Port-key, Harry couldn't explain why he was acting so immature. These emotions… they couldn't possible be his. He didn't know why, but something was invading his emotions. For example, he felt some strange odd emotions that he was sure was his, but in other concept, not really his at all.
Was he going crazy?
"Harry..." His mother said trying to talk to him, but Harry reflexively jumped away from her. He didn't mean to jump away from her and when he saw her hurt look, he felt really bad. And was that a tear in her eye?
"Umm... let's go everyone." James said nervously as he had finally noticed the tension between his eldest son and wife. Usually, they were buddy-buddy with each other.
"R-right," Sirius said as he noticed his Godson had jumped away from his mother. He, like all his children had seen the hurt that Lily had showed at her son's reaction.
"Everyone touch the long string, that's it... ready everyone? 5... 4... 3... 2...1... Transport."
The last thing Harry saw at the corner of his eye when the Port-key had taken effect was his mother looking at him apologetically.
White Castle...
"Why hello James, hello Lily," A smiling Amos Diggory said as he shook hands with James Potter and then kissed the hand of Lily Potter as all of them had landed on the Port-key pad.
"Hello Amos," Both James and Lily had greeted. Sirius was to busy trying to help the children up as almost all of them had fell, except for Harry, Yuna, and Little Lily who were clinging onto Harry during the Port-key trip.
"I don't suppose you have ever met my son Cedric?" Amos had said as he moved to the side so that his wife and son could be visible.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Hi Harry." Cedric greeted as he waved at Harry.
"Hey Cedric." Harry said inclining his head in greeting.
"Sirius, I haven't seen you in so long mate!" Amos greeted.
"Hey Amos, how goes the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?" Sirius said as he shook hands with his old senior classmate.
"We're doing fine at the moment, nothing hostile is going... on... at... the moment..." Amos had trailed off as he looked at Amy, Sirius wife.
"Hello," Cedric said ogling at the pale blonde beauty.
"Hello," Amy said in greeting as she bowed, she raised an elegant eyebrow at the drooling looks the males around her were giving her, except for her husband and James.
"Ahem!" Mrs. Diggory coughed, but it was ignored. "Amos... Amos!" She called out, but he was still looking at Amy dreamy eyed much to James and Sirius amusement.
Amy was not amused. She was quite use to the looks, but seeing her husband laughing about it slightly, she pinched him.
"Oww… Sorry honey." Sirius said deciding he should shut up now.
Slap
"Owww… Sorry honey." Amos said repeated the same works like Sirius to his wife. He couldn't believe he was caught off guard by the Veela charm! As a member from the Department of Regulations and Control of Magical Creatures, he should have been prepared for something like this. Nursing his cheek where his wife had slapped him, he gave an embarrass look to the Potters and Blacks who were looking at him amused. As he had said his good byes, he had pulled his son away as he gave his wife several apologies.
"That was funny." Sakura giggled.
Yuna, who was also giggling with her friend, couldn't help but smile widely at the looks that were sent at her mother. She knew in a few years people were going to start ogling at her like they did with her mother, but she had only one person in mind that she wanted to be ogled at. She gave a glance at the person that seemed to be immune to almost everything around him.
He was looking lost. He didn't seem to care about the world around him. Out of everyone in the group, he was the only person who didn't seem amused or stern about how Mr. Diggory had made a fool of himself. Harry just had a faraway look as if he was in deep thought.
"Well, come on." Sirius said in relief as his wife had forgiven him.
As the two groups left the Port-key pad, they had then headed toward the reservation guard who was standing by the elegant doorway. While they walked to the guardsman, they had stopped a few times as people came and stopped them in greeting.
Harry found it annoying as people were greeting his parents. By the look of his parents, he knew some of the people that came to greet them really didn't know each other quite well. Harry knew his family was a well-respected family and deserved a lot of respect. Before the two groups had entered, James and Sirius had turned around grinning.
"Listen up everyone. Once we go in, all of you please remember your manners children." Sirius said ignoring the raised eyebrow his wife sent him as if to say shouldn't you listen to that rule?
"Yes daddy." "Yes Uncle Sirius." The voices of the children say at once. Harry and Leon were the only ones who didn't say anything.
Sirius paused as if he was dying to say something as he stared at Harry to Yuna back and forth.
"What is it daddy?" Yuna said looking at her father oddly as he looked as if he was fighting a battle inside.
Sirius gave up and glared at his friend to speak for him.
James Potter had only sighed and looked at his wife apologetically, then looked at his eldest son and the eldest daughter of the Blacks.
"Harry, Yuna," James said taking a deep breath. "As you may know, sorry... let me rephrase that. Harry, you will be escorting Yuna in as if she is your date. I know you two are surprised at this, well... more you Harry then Yuna, but..."
"Alright dad," Harry interrupted his father. "Can we enter already?" Harry said as he automatically hooked his arm with Yuna's, much to her embarrassment and anger that her father had dared embarrass her crush and herself.
Harry on the other hand, had long known what his father and Godfather were trying to pull. Instead of embarrassing his father by arguing with him in front of a lot of respected wizards, he just went along with it. His dad had never asked much of him and the best he could do for his father was do this for him. Besides, the looks on the father's faces, they were simply ecstatic. Yuna didn't look bothered at all either, well, except for the fact that she was glaring at the two fathers, she looked happy at the arrangement though. If everyone else was happy, who was he to argue about it?
"Good," James said in relief. He was expecting his son to protest, but was surprised to see his son waved it off like he understood. "Now listen," James said as he closed his eyes not knowing how Harry would react to his grandparents with his new attitude. If he didn't it any better, he'd say Harry would probably ignore them coldly and pretend they were not there. "I know you may not get along with grandpa and grandma, but show them the respect that deserve."
Harry narrowed his eyes. He could feel the outsider emotion that was inside of him growl at his father's words.
"Why should I show respect to the people who badmouth their own grandchildren and doesn't even claim them as their grandchildren?" Harry said coldly to his father. The air around had went somewhat cold, much to his father's fear.
Yuna could be seen nodding in agreement with an icy look on her face. She was too angry to notice the air around her turning cold.
James didn't know what to say of this, his wife Lily just looked like she agreed as well as Amy. Sirius just pretended as if he didn't hear a word when he was standing next to them. "They can go to hell for all I care." Harry said in a tone that said it was final.
Sighing, James just threw his hands in the air as if he gave up.
"Good evening. Auror James Potter and Mrs. Lily Potter correct?" The Guardsman by the door asked as he looked over the invitation to the Celebration party that James had gave him.
"Yes." James said a bit nervously. He had forgotten to tell his eldest son Harry to expect lots of attention today, because a lot of people at the Ministry had heard about his heroics in saving the Sorcerer's stone. "These are my children, my eldest son Harry Potter and his escort Yuna Black."
The Guardsman had blinked at the twelve and eleven year old who were hooking arms.
"I see." The Guardsman said grinning, much to Harry's confusion.
'Why did dad need to tell the Guard my name and Yuna's name for?'
When he was about to voice his thoughts to Yuna, he saw his father leaned in to whisper to the guardsman. A moment later, the Guard turned to the inside of the hall and yelled out in a charmed loud voice.
"May I have the honor in introducing: Auror James Potter and his wife Lily Potter?"
Harry's eyes had widened when he saw what was going on, before he could protest, his parents had already pulled the rest of the young Potters into the beautiful ballroom. Harry had tried to follow, but the Guardsman had pulled him back.
"Not yet young man. I have yet to announce your name."
Harry had only groaned. He prayed that Ginny or the Weasleys were not inside. He didn't know why he was thinking about Ginny when he had already considered giving up on her.
"May I have the honor in introducing: Auror Sirius Black and his wife Amy Black?"
Yuna's parents went off taking the kids with them, leaving Harry and Yuna alone, much to his dismay. When the Guardsman had cleared his throat again, Harry had only trembled."May I have the honor in introducing: Harry Potter and his fiancée, I mean," Those fucking bastards...
The Guardsman said looking apologetic to the couple that he had embarrassed. "His escort: Yuna Black!" Yuna was blushing madly at the mistaken identity.
Harry on the other hand wanted to throttle the Guardsman or his father. He knew his father had something to do with this…
He would find a way for punishment later if he had time…
In the meantime, he saw inside the Great Hall two of his rivals... or enemies were watching him with a surprised look. Deciding it was now or never, he decided he was going to use his perfected noble heir manners that were taught to him and drilled into his head by his Aunt Perenelle when he had attended a small elegant ball that was held in his old dimension.
With professional ease that had shocked and impressed his parents, the Blacks, and Yuna, Harry held Yuna in a polite caring manner with his back straight, his chin up high as if he was the Heir of the Potter fortune, and he glanced at the people around him as if he was a true noble Pureblood.
"Thank you sir," Harry said as he dropped a Galleon into the Guardsman hand, much to his shock. No one that whole night had ever thanked him or tipped him a galleon as a thank you.
"Mi'lady," Harry said in a commanding respectful noble voice as he escorted Yuna toward the parents that were staring at him amazingly. Harry looked very different. He looked like a true prince and noble that had manners ingrained to him since birth.
Looking at his mother and father as loving as possible, Harry spoke in a loving manner. "Hello Mother... Father..." Harry said as he kissed his mother's hand and bowed to his father in greeting. Seeing Sirius and Amy was next to them, he bowed to his escort's father and kissed her mother's hand gently as he spoke. "Greetings Mr. Black... Mrs. Black."
"W-wow," James whispered out in shock. Had his wife really taught his son that?
Harry had said nothing else after that. He knew his Grandparents were here, so he might as well show them how much he changed. At the corner of his eyes, he caught many surprise and looks of respect from the Wizards and Witches. He had seen the looks of disbelief and anger from his two rivals when he had entered the ballroom: Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom. No doubt, they did not have their name announced out loud like he did. Maybe except Neville, since he was The Boy Who Lived.
"Odd..." Harry mumbled. When was he suddenly acting so immature? "What's wrong with me?" He mumbled in shock. Why would he try to infuriate his enemies and rivals by showing getting in fights with Death Eaters and showing off Yuna?
"Harry? When did you learn all of that? That was perfect technique." Yuna said in a surprised voice once all attention was turned away from them.
"I... I don't know." Harry lied shakily. He was still shocked at his sudden odd immature thoughts.
Taking the time to sit down with his parents and the Blacks, Harry took the time to enjoy the rest of the evening, which wasn't looking too good for him for the next hour and a half.
He had seen many familiar looking faces and families at the celebration party, which included Aurors who worked for the Order, the Malfoys, the Longbottoms, the Patils, Dumbledore and his staff, and surprisingly, the Weasleys.
At first, he had wanted to leave his family table to go about and talk to the Weasleys, but it was considered rude in Wizard custom for someone his age to leave his family to talk to his friend and his family. He had caught a few looks from the Weasleys as they were trying to catch his eye: Fred and George who were eyeing Yuna and winking at him, giving him thumbs up. Ron was staring at Yuna's mother as if he couldn't believe his eyes he smiled at Harry when he caught his eye, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who waved, in which he waved back, and lastly, Ginny who was looking at him with a saddened expression.
It was really strange...
Then again, that damn Guardsman who had 'mistakenly' said out loud that Yuna was his fiancée had no doubt caused several reactions from his classmates who attended school with him. He had seen the young and beautiful pale blond girl Blaise Zabini looking at him in shock and betrayal. He had never ever seen the girl look shocked and betrayed before. Padma, who was somewhere in the crowd, could only look at him wide eyed. Inside, all the girls were boiling with jealousy.
Later after the Minister had made his introduction of the celebration ball, the Minister had then began walking around to every table with his wife and daughter, the birthday girl to chat with his guests, it was considered yet again rude by custom if the host did not greet all of his guests. Harry was surprised to hear that the birthday girl was now eleven-years-old and would be going to Hogwarts this year with his sisters Sakura and Rosa. Interesting.
At that time, many people had come up to his family's table to talk to not his father or mother, but to talk and meet the Harry Potter who had killed the rogue Death Eater and saved the Sorcerer's stone. If Harry hadn't known any better, he would say he was getting as famous as Neville Longbottom and he had not wanted that of all things.
Finally, when the Minister had reached the table made for the Potters and Blacks, Harry had only groaned. He had an awful feeling that something was going to happen and he wasn't wrong. First, the Minister had introduced himself, his wife, and then, surprising his daughter who he had expected to be pudgy like her father, but she had cleared inherit her mother's pretty face and petite form. Harry was slightly surprised to see the ten or eleven-year old girl had not inherited anything from her father, Cornelius Fudge.
"Hello," Aeris, the Minister's daughter had said out shyly as she bowed politely to all the adults, but when she caught Harry's eye, she couldn't help but blush furiously and look away embarrassingly. She had tried to cover her blushing face by moving her face slightly to the side so that her long beautiful amber hair would cover it.
This had caused numerous reactions much to Harry's annoyance. First, his father and Godfather began eyeing each other horrified, his mother was looking at him proudly, Amy, Sirius wife had gave the young birthday girl a small smile, Cornelius Fudge was looking confused at his daughter, Elly Fudge, his wife was looking at her daughter with a blessed smile, and lastly, and not least, the Potter and Black children were glaring at the birthday girl as if she had stole Christmas.
Harry had only scratched the back of his neck embarrassingly as he noticed the girl was terribly smitten by him.
'Why is it that in this dimension, so many girls have crushes on me at this age?' Harry thought to no one in particular. 'And why do I get the feeling that they all are going to look beautiful when they get older?' That would be fun….
When he had introduced himself to the young girl, she had only blushed furiously pretty in return. Harry couldn't help but want to run his head against the wall repeated as he had probably somehow possessed Veela traits that had attracted females like a mosquito to blood.
Trying to hide his daughter who was currently embarrassed, Fudge had quickly said he had to go greet the other guests. Thankfully, he had not tried to talk to bother Harry like every other person that came before him about how he had saved the Sorcerer's stone.
"God... I don't think I should have come to this celebration." Harry said miserably. He had noticed how his parents were somehow a bit offended at how most of the adults in the room had rudely wanted to meet and talk to Harry Potter, instead of them.
"Oh Harry, you know you don't mean that," Yuna said patting his forearm softly as if comforting him. "I know you may not like the attention, but people are excited at meeting the person who had defeated a Death Eater. Its not everyday people hear an eleven year old had stopped a Death Eater from stealing the Sorcerer's stone."
Harry had only shrugged in response.
"I guess..." He said not wanting to meet his mother's gaze. Sure his father was happy that no one was bothering him but he was quite angry people were bothering his son of all people. His mother on the other hand, he had not looked her in the eye throughout the whole time so he had not known what her reaction was to the people coming to talk to him.
"Hey Harry," Yuna said excitedly. "Are you done eating?" She asked as she noticed her date for the night was done eating and just watching how people coming to their parents' table and talk to them.
"Yeah I'm done eating, why?" Harry asked as if he felt a sudden chill down his spine, but he ignored it.
"Umm..." Yuna said losing some of her cheerfulness. "Well... I... umm..." She said looking a bit nervous. "Do you... I mean... do you want to dance?" Yuna said hopefully as she looked at the few couples that had just got up to dance to the music.
Harry couldn't help but wince at Yuna's hopeful look. Yes, he had learned how to dance thanks to his Aunt Perenelle, but the way she had showed him how to dance was to the extreme. She had taught him two ways of dancing. One was the one like Fleur taught him, dirty dancing surprisingly for a seven hundred year old pretty lady. The other was waltz and ballroom dancing, which required precise movement and moving with elegance. There were others that she had taught him, but she did not really want to teach him, so he decided learn it on his own.
Harry didn't fancy dancing in front of everyone, but when he noticed two familiar looking people approaching his parents table, an old man and an old woman, both looked sort of like his parents, except both were older. His choice to dance or not, was now clear to him.
"I would love to dance with you Yuna."
Yuna had squealed in delight at his and jumped on him for a hug.
This had caused the fathers to grin madly and the mother's to look anxious. From what they had understood, Harry had never known how to dance because no one had ever taught him. They wanted to see how he would react to Yuna who had taken dancing as a hobby.
Seeing that his grandparents were closer to the table and that no one had yet noticed beside him, he decided to hurry.
"Mi'lady Yuna," Harry said in warm voice. "May I have this dance?" He asked as he offered her his hand.
Yuna had eagerly accepted it.
"Why thank you Mi'lord." Yuna said in a sweet kind voice.
Accepting his hand, both began to head to the dance floor as the fathers began to cheer out loud. Harry could have sworn he heard Mrs. Black squealing about having grandchildren sooner then she had thought!
"Okay... Mrs. Black is just weird." Harry mumbled. He had remembered hearing his mother tell him that Mrs. Black was only joking with him. Truthfully, Harry didn't think she was joking.
Apparently, he wasn't as quiet as he thought he was.
"Tell me about it," Yuna mumbled, as she blushed red. She had still remembered how her mother was trying to give her hints about how to ensnare Harry since her Veela powers seemed useless against him.
Harry had only given the silvery blond girl an uncomfortable smile. Stepping onto the dance floor, which had only a few couples dancing, Harry began to gather his courage together. The majority people in the room, who were still eating and talking to their neighbors, were now staring at them.
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"I love this song." Yuna had whispered softly in his ear as the two got into steady positions. Yuna was surprised to see Harry was in a perfect stance formation to hers and he didn't leave any areas of mistake. From where he had positioned his hands close to hers, she couldn't help but melted herself into him. They had not even danced yet and she was already feeling satisfied.
'Oh my god, I'm about to dance with Harry!' She thought to herself excitedly.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked as he noticed Yuna had closed her eyes. He ignored the looks he was getting from the majority people in the room. It was not everyday you see a young couple getting ready to dance. Usually you would see adults dancing and rarely teenagers because of their shyness to the amounts of people, but children?
"I'm ready." Yuna said as she opened her eyes, which had showed nothing but pure determination.
"You lead first." Harry said as he let her guide and he followed her.
Immediately, as if moving by one, both began to dance in harmony much to the surprised of everyone. Yuna however, knew better. She was leading and Harry was following her with perfect accuracy and great precision. Yuna couldn't help but be surprised at this. Dancing was her favorite hobby next to reading and the way Harry was dancing… she couldn't help but feel warmth inside of her. She had tried her best to ignore the excited chatter around them.
Harry on the other hand, was feeling something else entirely different. Sure he was following Yuna with every move she did, but he felt slightly uncomfortable at how close Yuna was holding him. Yeah, when you Tango, you hold each other close,reeeal close. He could feel the looks of amazement, awe, and the excited chatter that was aimed at him and the girl in his arms. For some reason, he didn't want to look at Ginny, he had a feeling if he did his concentration would break.
'Why is it that I am always in the center of attention?' Harry thought to himself miserably.
While the two were lost in each other thoughts, they had not even noticed that they were the only ones on the dance floor as the other couples stopped and had left the dance floor to watch how brilliant the young couple was dancing. It was amazing as Yuna had clearly stopped leading when the second song began and Harry took the lead by performing some spectacular dance moves that was a mixture of Tango and Muggle Salsa dancing. He had twirled her a few times at the right moment and had sometimes made it look like he was dragging her slightly and smoothly across the floor, but he was just dancing the part of the pattern that Perenelle had drilled into him. She had once told him that girls and woman had preferred a man that could dance and perform mixed dancing techniques that would throw anyone off.
Yuna was speechless as Harry, the boy who she had grown up with, was even better then she had ever thought possible in dancing. Hell, the way he moved and the gentleness as he held her, she knew that he was even better then her! The song they were dancing to was a extremely fast one and it amazed her that Harry was able to perform a unique pattern that she had recognized from professional dancers she had read in her mother's dancing books. Whether it was magical or Muggle, it did not matter, because for some reason, she had a feeling Harry would be able to dance in any way she wanted him to. During the times when she was had made a mistake or had almost slipped and fell, she was very surprised at how Harry had quickly recovered her by making it look like it was part of the dance pattern!
He had yet to even make a mistake himself!
When the song had finally ended, they had stopped dancing and posed beautifully together by holding each other in such a manner, people had thought the two children were married already!
"Harry," Yuna said breathlessly as she tried to catch her breath. The dance that they had just finished dancing had a fast tempo and she was close to exhaustion. If it weren't for the fact that she took dancing lessons as a hobby from her mother, she would have been long expired and passed out from exhaustion. "That was wonderful." Yuna whispered out in disbelief.
Harry had only grinned in reply.
"Care to Waltz?" Harry asked hopefully as he realized his grandparents were still at his parent's table. They weren't talking, they were to busy clapping.
But the question in his mind was what were they clapping about and why were they staring at Yuna and him?
That was when he noticed the reason why they were clapping... no... It was just not his family and the Blacks, but almost everyone in the entire ballroom was clapping and staring at two appraisingly.
He and Yuna were the only ones dancing on the dance floor and they were so embarrassed at the attention, they couldn't help but blush as everyone had continued to clap at them.
"Let's wait," Yuna said uncomfortably. "After everything is cooled down, we'll dance again."
Harry was a bit amazed at Yuna's maturity. Usually, at this age, you would expect a young girl like her would either continue to dance regardless of the attention that was aimed at them or continued to dance because she liked the attention.
"I agree." Harry had whispered out as she noticed his parents were waving at him.
"Yuna," Harry said trailing off. "Can we step outside?" He said uncomfortably. "Maybe the garden outside, I don't want to meet my grandparents." He said looking at her in the eye hopefully.
It had hurt him to say that. Usually, any person would be extremely happy to see their grandparents, but Harry, was not happy.
Yuna had only nodded in understanding. She knew of the situation between Harry and his grandparents, and it had angered her. How could Harry's own grandparents hurt him like that? How could they call their own grandson names and say he would be nothing special in the future?
"Sure, I need some fresh air anyway." Yuna said as she closed her hands with his. For a moment, she had felt him stiffened, but he had soon relaxed a moment later.
As the two had left the ball room to catch some air, the clapping had died down and not many people had fancied dancing after seeing how two younglings could do moves that could easily outshine the older generation.
Neither of the two noticed a young woman who was following them out.
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McGonagall who was sitting with the rest of her co-workers at a separate table couldn't help but be impressed and proud at her student who had showed his dancing skills. Throughout the whole evening so far, she was under orders to watch Harry James Potter for any suspicious doings, but she had yet to notice anything wrong with the boy.
Honestly, why did the Headmaster have to order her to watch a 2nd year student for possible dangers or anything not ordinary, she did not know?
"The two of them were beautiful weren't they?" Sprout had said from across the table.
McGonagall had only nodded.
"A splendid dance if I say so myself," Flitwick had said cheerfully. "James and Lily had taught their son well."
The teachers had nodded at this. A few of the teachers were unable to make it like Snape, Trawney, Binns, and Hagrid.
"It was so dreamy," a pretty looking Professor Sinistra said as she was looking starry eye throughout the whole dance. Her favorite student had never looked so perfect!
"Indeed, Mr. Potter and Ms. Black are outstanding dancers. I have to say they danced in almost perfect harmony." Dumbledore had said as he watched the eldest Potter leave the Ballroom.
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"Oh their dance was so beautiful!" Amy squealed in delight. "Lily, why didn't you tell me you taught Harry how to dance?"
"I... I didn't know he could," Lily had said in an uncertain voice. "I didn't teach him and even if I did..." She paused as she noticed her in-laws were paying closely attention to what she was saying, "The way he danced showed skill that not even I can do."
Everyone gave her an odd look.
"Maybe he learned it from someone at Hogwarts?" Sakura said hopefully.
"Impossible," Rosa inserted. "No one can learn how to dance that fast. Mummy's been dancing almost all her life and even she couldn't dance as perfect as Harry."
"It doesn't matter," Alex interrupted. "As long as the two are getting along, then it's none of our business."
"Anyway, how have you been mother, father?" James said stiffly as he gave his attention to his parents. He was in good terms with his dad and his dad had loved Lily and Harry, but his mother on the other hand, he was still sore that his mother had badmouthed his wife and son the last time they all got together.
"We've been doing fine son," Mr. Potter said as he looked to his son apologetically as if to say he really didn't want to bring Mrs. Potter, his wife because of a possible confrontation.
"We're doing absolutely wonderful son," Mrs. Potter said airily. "I am surprised of your eldest. The last time I had seen your child, he was completed useless. I see you had taken my advice Lily."
Lily responded in a cold voice.
"Oh? What advice was that?" She said only remembering how her mother-in-law had only badmouthed her and her eldest son. There were no words of advice or praise that time. "And that useless child has a name, my son Harry." Lily responded coldly.
"You do not remember?" Mrs. Potter said clearly disappointed. "How can you forget my words of advice?" She said clearly wanting to tell Lily how she was not worth her son's time, but she did not want to cause a scene in a room full of respectful wizards and witches. She would wait till she was at her son's home or her home.
Sirius, seeing how things were going to turn hostile, he decided to depart. He was in very good terms with the elder Potters and he did not want to screw things up with them, so he whispered to his wife for a dance and told his children to go outside and look for their elder sister and her escort.
"Hi grandma," Little Lily said greeting her happily.
"Hello child," Mrs. Potter said with a smile as her conversation with Lily Potter was forgotten. "Have you been well?"
Little Lily had nodded her head at this.
"Yes," She said as she sat on her grandmother's lap, "What about you grandma?" She asked innocently.
"I've been doing just fine," she said as she petted the little girl's head.
As the two red head woman were having a temporary cease fire, elsewhere...
Outside in the Garden...
"The garden here looks nice," said Harry as he saw faeries and sprites flying around the huge beautiful garden. For some odd reason, the faeries and sprites were strangely attracted to Harry.
"Yes, very beautiful isn't it?" Yuna said sleepily as she snuggled herself closer to his shoulder.
Harry and Yuna were currently sitting together on a stone bench as they watched the stars and the small magical creatures flying around them. Yuna was making her self comfortable as she was resting her head on his shoulder and Harry had his arm around her protectively.
Harry found it bit relaxing. He was currently twelve and here he was, sitting next to an eleven-year girl as if he was on a date. Being her escort for the night and sitting under a starry night sky like they were boyfriend and girlfriend. It felt nice being able to sit under the stars and not worry about possible futures, possible confrontations, or Voldemort for that matter.
Harry took a moment to look at his wrist, where the watch he was given for his birthday was placed. The time had read it was 9:43 P.M. It had been at most two and a half hours since they had come to the birthday celebration.
Ignoring the fact that his siblings and Yuna's twin and sibling was watching the two of them from afar, Harry couldn't help but sigh as he looked up toward the stars. Just because he was supposedly clumsy, not that bright, and considered a weak heir, why did his grandmother have to hate him?
Knowing he would have to face them sooner or later, Harry decided he should go see them now.
"Hey Yuna," Harry said as he gently shook the young Veela.
"Mmm?" Yuna moaned slightly.
Apparently, she had gotten to comfortable when they sat down.
"Let's go inside, I'm sure everyone is worried about… who's there!" Harry shouted as he got up and his wand had blurred into his free hand. Someone beside the Potter and Black children were apparently hiding himself or herself from him. If it weren't for the fact that he was feeling so comfortable sitting with Yuna, he would have long sensed the perpetrator earlier.
Yuna looked almost afraid as she got up in full alert. She stood behind Harry as he got in front of her protectively, wand in hand.
"Show yourself!" Harry hissed. He wasn't sure who it was that was hiding from him, it was a unfamiliar aura and they must have knew a lot of magic if they could hide themselves almost discreetly from his Mage powers.
"I mean no harm." A silhouette shadow from several feet had said kindly.
Harry eyes had widened in recognition at the voice. It couldn't be…
Stepping out of the shadow of the tree that hid the person, a beautiful mid twenty female appeared and was looking at him in a surprise manner. She had long black raven hair, silvery green eyes and her beauty was so incredulous, she would have made a Veela pale in envy.
"I'm impressed, not many are able to sense me," The raven-haired beauty had whispered appraisingly. "Allow me to introduce myself: I am Perenelle Flamel."
Before Harry could say anything, Yuna had recognized the name and blurted out in an excited voice.
"You're P-Perenelle Flamel, the six-hundred year old legendary Charm and Transfiguration Mistress?"
Perenelle Flamel had smiled at this. "Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you Miss. Black. Your dancing form was almost perfect inside the ballroom."
Yuna had only nodded andblushed in awe.
"Can we help you with anything Mrs. Flamel?" Harry said struggling to run over to hug his Auntie that had treated him as if he was her own son. He missed her terribly and he had not seen her since his he was in his old dimension.
Perenelle Flamel had given the eldest Potter child a look of confusion. She could tell he was fighting with something inside of himself. She caught a few flickers of emotions in his eyes which were mixed with affection, warmness, and love? As quickly as it had appeared, it had quickly disappeared which confused had her.
"Well yes," Mrs. Flamel said as she looked at him intently. "May I speak to you alone Mr. Potter?" She said as she glanced at the young Veela whom she could tell was at the point of having her abilities.
Yuna looked ready to protest, but Harry had already given her a pleaded look in which she relented.
"Okay," Yuna had said, she didn't know whether to eye the legendary Witch in awe or glare at her for shooing her away. "Harry, I'll be inside with mom and dad. I'll tell them you are talking with Perenelle Flamel okay?"
Harry didn't even look at her. He just nodded absentmindedly to the young Veela as he had spoken in calm voice. "That includes you all as well." Harry said as he looked toward pointedly to the hiding spot where his siblings and the Black kids were hiding.
As Yuna and the Potter and Black siblings had left with much protest, Harry immediately began to question the young and yet old woman in front of him. He wasn't sure how to approach her.
"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" He said as he noticed that she had cast multiple wards and notice-me-not-charms.
Making double sure all the spells were in place, Perenelle got straight to business.
"I wanted to thank you for saving my husband's Sorcerer's stone. When I had heard how a 1st Year had saved the Sorcerer's stone, my husband and I were quite surprised and impressed," commented the beautiful witch. "However, I am curious to how you had managed to stop a Death Eater from delivering the Sorcerer's stone to the Dark Lord."
"Skill and luck," Harry answered vaguely. He knew he could never lie to her because she was his mother figure in his old dimension, not to mention, she was a minor telepath who could easily tell if he was lying or not. It was best he answered her questions nice and simple. Not to mention, vague and mysterious. If he was to open with her, she would be too suspicious of him.
Perenelle looked surprised that the child in front of her was overly cautious. She had met James and Lily Potter before and she did not think they would be the type to teach their children to be paranoid or being cautious like Alastor Moody.
"I know you are a minor telepath," Harry said surprising the beautiful witch with a gamble. He was not sure if she had still possessed her abilities as a telepathic in this dimension, but he could only guess. Even with his magic suppressor orb was at its maximum limit, he could not scan her or pick up any of her emotions. "So don't try to use any of your telepathy against me."
This had gotten the Legendary Witch interested. However she showed no emotion at this accusation. The only people who supposedly know about her telepathy abilities were her husband and Albus Dumbledore. There were others, but they had all died over the years.
"Child, what makes you think I have telepathic abilities?"
"From your lack of reaction to my accusation, supposedly, people like Dumbledore would have chuckled or look at me insanely or curiously as if I'm crazy about making some wild speculation."
Perenelle Flamel couldn't help but chuckle at how she had just been manipulated and the question she had just asked had been avoided by a twelve-year-old.
"Yes, but it takes a source of information to just accuse me and guess that I have telepathic abilities. How do you know that I have telepathic abilities? Not to mention, minor control over it?"
Knowing that there was no point in lying, he answered her question for her truthfully.
"First off, I know you cannot control your ability when it comes to telling if a person is lying to you or not. Your ability to read someone even if they had Occulmency skills is legendary. As to answer your question, I am from an alternate reality."
If he was not worth her attention then, he was sure he got her attention now.
"Alternate reality?" Perenelle Flamel said her eyes widening. "You are from another dimension?" She didn't know why she was asking that question, she already knew he was. Her telepathic abilities would never lie to her or give her false information. It could be block by using a potion yes, but there was nothing in the world that would send telepathic false information.
Harry only nodded.
"But that still doesn't answer my question on how you know about my telepathic abilities." Perenelle Flamel said calmly as she had tried to control her excitement. She had always wanted to meet a person from an alternate reality and question them.
"I know you and your husband from my alternate dimension." Harry said knowing there was no point in lying. Plus, he didn't think he would have lied to her anyway. She was as much as a mother to him and a person whom he had always looked up to no matter what. He dared not lie to her, whether she was from another dimension or she was a stranger at the moment.
"Is that so?" Perenelle Flamel had said interestingly. Usually, her husband her had preferred to stay away from the Wizard World and mind there own business. The own reason she was here today at this celebration party was because she wanted to meet this Harry Potter who had saved the Sorcerer's stone. "How is it that you know me and my husband? My husband and I usually keep ourselves away from the Wizard World to avoid threats or being use by politicians."
Deciding to be blunt, he dropped the bomb on her.
"In my dimension, you and your husband were the parents that I had always wanted, but could never have. Like you, I was the son that you had always wanted, but could never have since you couldn't have children when you drank the potion for eternal life and youth. The Sorcerer stone gave you the ability to live forever. However, in return, you use the future life and blood of your children and their descendants, preventing them from ever being born."
Perenelle looked deeply and physically surprised of this information. Though she knew he was telling the truth because of her telepathic ability, she couldn't help be speechless. Her greatest desire in the world was indeed to have children and when she had taken the potion to extend her life, she lost the ability to have children.
"How do I know that you aren't lying about being the son that I had always wanted Mr. Potter?" Perenelle Flamel said keeping her wits. She had never adopted a child before and she had always wanted to, but was afraid that the child she would adopt was part of a scheme that was aimed for her husband's Sorcerer's stone. They had already been tricked several times and all those times the perpetrator had been very close to stealing it. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a telepathic reader and the Fidelius Charm was placed on their home, the perpetrators who were after their Sorcerer's stone would have succeeded in stealing it. "Also, what happened to your parents? Why would you consider us the parents that you had always wanted? I can already see that you and your parents are happy people in this dimension."
"You know I am not lying to you Auntie and you know I am not lying with your telepathic abilities," Harry said deciding to treat her warmly as to ease the tension in her voice. "If you want proof, I can tell you that I know how you truly made the Sorcerer's stone. The key ingredient was using human blood. I also know the hidden location of where you two are hiding from the world, which is an enchanted floating castle, and lastly, I know that the Sorcerer's stone you gave Albus Dumbledore to protect and destroy is a fake." Harry said quietly. "As to answer your question from a while ago, my parents were dead. In my world, I am considered The Boy Who Lived and my parents were the one who had sacrificed themselves against Voldemort."
Perenelle mind had frozen at this information. As quick as the information had been said, her mind had immediately knew the rest. However, there was one thing that was bothering her.
"My husband and I adopted you?"
"No," Harry said giving her a sad look. "You could not adopt me the night I was attacked by Voldemort. I was sixteen when I met you and your husband and you two had trained me in the ways so I could control my full powers."
Perenelle Flamel hopes that the child in front of her was her adoptive son had dropped. However, hearing the part about how her and her husband had trained the boy in front of her had caught her attention.
"What do you mean control your powers?" Perenelle Flamel had said in a curious and yet disappointed voice as she was still sad about the adopting part.
"I am a Shadow Mage." Harry said quietly.
"A Shadow Mage," Perenelle Flamel had said in excitement. She knew Mages were strong and if this boy in front of her was truly a Mage, not to mention a Shadow Mage, she knew that he could probably take over half the world if he wanted.
Suddenly, she was hit with what the boy in front of her had said a while ago.
"W-were you really that close to me and my husband?" She said in a small whisper. She and her husband had never revealed or told anyone of their dark secrets. To think they told this young-boy in front of her knew of their precious and darkest secrets were a surprise. To know the key ingredient to make the Sorcerer's stone and the home that was hidden from the world had put her in a state of shock. She was ashamed that the child in front of her knew the key ingredient to the Sorcerer's stone was to kill hundreds of people for their blood, blood that had to be forcibly taken from living humans.
"Yes," Harry said quietly. "Because of you Auntie and Uncle Nicholas, I was able to kill Voldemort and end his reign of terror once and for all."
Again, this information had shocked the legendary witch.
"How old are you really?" She whispered as she was now in front of him, caressing her hand across his cheek as if she was touching her son for the first time. She knew he really wasn't her son, but to have a person call her mother or Auntie, she couldn't help but feel happy.
"When I had appeared in this dimension a year ago, I was seventeen." He whispered to her warmly as she had suddenly hugged him. He knew his Aunt Perenelle greatest desire was to have children.
"I don't know why…" Perenelle said through tears as she embraced him. "But for some reason, just hugging you, I know that you are the child that I had always wanted."
Harry didn't reply. He knew talking about children was a touchy subject for her.
"Oh I can't believe it," She said as she began to cry onto him. "Look at me, I have barely even known you and I'm crying a storm."
Harry found it hard to believe it to. From what his Uncle Nicholas Flamel has once told him, his wife prided herself as the Ice Queen because she was always able to hide her emotions in check.
"Will you tell me about your old life?" She asked hopefully.
Harry fought the urge to tell it to her about everything, but at the moment, he knew he had to get back to his family before everyone got suspicious.
"Auntie Perenelle? Can I call you that?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Yes… yes you can." She said eyeing him lovingly. She didn't know why, she had barely known the child, but she couldn't help but feel affectionate to the young man. Maybe it was because he had told her it was because he was the son that she had always desired.
"I really want to tell you everything, but I think it's time I get back to my family," Seeing her look dejected and understanding, he spoke to her comfortingly. "I'll contact you soon. It's a Wizard's promise." Harry said as he felt his magic bind at his words.
Perenelle had only wiped her tears in understanding. She could see the love in his beautiful green eyes telling her how much he really cared for her. Though she may not be the same person, she was happy that he was still willing to love and call her family.
"Please contact me soon."
"I will Auntie," said Harry as he had let the woman in his arms go. He couldn't help but be happy that he had been united with his Auntie. Though she may not be the same person, she was still the same to him.
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"Harry! There you are!" A worried red head had said as she had look at him, at the table behind his mother, were his father, Mrs. Black, and Sirius. Yuna and the kids were sitting at the separate side of the dinner table and watching him curiously and excitedly. "Yuna had told me that you were talking with someone, but would not tell us who."
"Perenelle Flamel," Harry said as he noticed two familiar people from his memories were sitting by his father.
His grandparents…
"Perenelle Flamel? You mean the Flamels?" Harry's father asked disbelievingly.
"What did Perenelle Flamel want to do with you Harry?" Sirius Black had asked with a mixture of confusion and awe.
Harry did not respond to his father or his godfather as he was busy staring at his grandparents with a mixture of feelings.
"Hello grandfather, grandmother," Harry said in a neutral voice. "I am happy to see that you doing well." Harry said sarcastic.
"Well, well, it looks like your manners have improved boy," said Mrs. Potter as she was looking at him up and down. "For a moment there, I thought you were a lost cause. It turns out that you have some Potter blood in you after all."
Narrowing his eyes at the hidden insult and the way she called him boy, Harry had only said in a cool voice.
"Why thank you for your words of praise, but I do not need the praise of those who do not know the meaning of manners and respect in ones company."
"What did you say boy?" Mrs. Potter had said in an icy voice. There was a definite edge in her voice.
As Mrs. Potter had raised her voice, she had attracted a heavy amount of attraction from the people around them. "Did I stutter?" Harry asked and Sirius let out a snort. James looked like he was in the middle, either reprimand Harry for his rudeness or laugh out loud at his mother's expression.
Harry spoke to his father and godfather in a soft voice.
"Mrs. Flamel had wanted to thank me for saving her husband's Sorcerer's stone from a stray Death Eater who was working for Voldemort," Ignoring the gasp that came from his grandmother and a few others around him, Harry continued to speak. "We just had a small chat in general about things." Harry said coolly.
"The Perenelle Flamel wanted to talk to you?" Mrs. Potter said as she had recovered from hearing the least expecting person to say You-Know-Who's name. "I find that hard to believe boy."
"On the contrary Lisa," A beautiful melody voice from behind Harry had said. There were some gasps as the woman had moved slightly revealing herself as the famous legendary witch, Perenelle Flamel. Harry seemed none surprised that she was behind him, as he had long sensed her. Off to the side, Harry noticed that Dumbledore was walking toward them. "I was indeed talking to your grandson. I'm surprised that you did not hear about the heroic deed Harry had performed. He had saved my husband's Sorcerer's stone and had defeated a Death Eater who was working for Voldemort."
Harry's grandfather gasped.
"Saved the Sorcerer's stone? Defeating a Death Eater? You-Know-Who?"
"Why yes, it was all over the Daily Prophet. I'm surprised of you not knowing this Harold. You owned the majority of the shares of the Daily Prophet and should have been notified." Perenelle Flamel had said amused as she had stood by Harry's side and had put her hand on his shoulder comfortably. She stroked Harry's cheek lightly with her long and polished finger.
Lily, Harry's mother took notice when her eldest son was looking at the legendary witch fondly. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but give a jealous look to the powerful witch. She couldn't explain why her son was looking to the elder witch like that.
"Ah, Perenelle, how good it is to see you," An old familiar voice near Harry's father had said. "It is rare to see you coming to any of the Wizard world celebrations."
"Hello Albus," Perenelle Flamel had greeted in an icy voice. "It's oh so nice to see you."
Though many may not know why his Aunt Perenelle was giving Dumbledore the cold shoulder, Harry could guess why. It was because Dumbledore had taken the Sorcerer's stone and had destroyed it without telling them. What Dumbledore did not know, was that the Sorcerer stone he stole was actually a fake.
Should Dumbledore ever find out that the Sorcerer stone he had destroyed was a fake, Harry was sure he could not rest until it was destroyed. It was just how the way the old man would think as to prevent Voldemort from ever repossessing it.
"Ah, why greetings everyone," Dumbledore had greeted.
There were some murmurs of greetings to the old Headmaster while the elder Potters were still shocked to hear that their grandson had saved the Sorcerer's stone from a Death Eater who was planning on delivering it to You-Know-Who.
When Harold Potter had quickly recovered from his shock, he had quickly spoken to the ancient powerful witch. "By the way Perenelle, how is Nicholas? Is he here? It has been nearly a decade since I last saw you and Nicholas. I find it odd that you would come to the Minister of Magic's daughter birthday party."
"I'm afraid by dear husband could not make it Harold. For you see, I had only come to this celebration in hoping to meet and thank your grandson, Harry Potter. I have heard rumors of him being a possible Wizard prodigy and I was not disappointed to see that his magical power level was beyond normal standard."
The Prodigy and power level comment had attracted numerous of reactions, especially from Dumbledore who was listening very intently.
"You said my grandson here is a prodigy?" Mrs. Potter had said raising an eyebrow. "I find that hard to believe Perenelle. You must be growing senile for your age. He is nothing more then a useless b…"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you grandmother," Harry interrupted coldly. "I suggest you apologize to Mrs. Flamel. Insulting a Witch in front of her face is a direct insult to a person's family line, by Wizard law, she has the ability to pronounce an official duel to earn her honor and respect back by dueling the offender. No doubt she will tear you apart."
Though the kids that were watching the confrontation did not understand what Harry was talking about, the adults did. Especially Harry's grandmother as she had turned to the legendary witch and made an official apology.
Perenelle Flamel had accepted the apology absentmindedly as she was to busy looking at the eldest Potter child. Though no one saw it, except Dumbledore and Harry's mother, she had given him a fond look at his words for sticking up for her, much less his own grandmother.
"Anyhow, I must be going," Perenelle Flamel had said as she had turned her attention to the present company. "Harry," she said getting his attention. When he had turned his attention to her, she had given him a small piece of paper. "Here is a way to me. Should you ever need a word of wisdom or two, please, send me a letter. I would love to come and talk to you once in a while." She whispered in his ear.
Harry's response to her offer was only a big hug. Though he knew he shouldn't have been acting so familiar and affection to the legendary witch whom everyone knew, he couldn't help it. He really did miss his Auntie Perenelle.
"Goodbye," Harry said looking suddenly sad and dejected, which did not go unnoticed again by Dumbledore and Lily Potter.
Perenelle Flamel had also caught his look of sadness.
"Goodbye child, I hope to see you soon." She said looking at him with a mixture of sadness and fondness which did not go unnoticed by everyone this time, she gave him a gentle and warm kiss on the cheek.
As Perenelle Flamel had left, Harry had turned his attention to all of the adults, including his Headmaster who was looking at him with an analyzing expression.
"If you all would excuse me, I must attend to my escort." Harry said politely as he had dismissed himself before anyone could say anything.
Harry didn't have to look back to see that his grandparents were staring at his retreating back, he did not care.
"Hi Harry, how was your talk with Mrs. Flamel?" Yuna said excitedly as her escort was now sitting next to her.
"It went well, hey, why did everyone seem surprised and shocked to hear that I was talking to Mrs. Flamel? I thought you were going to tell everyone that I was talking to her."
Yuna couldn't help but give him a look of embarrassment.
"Well, I thought that maybe you might want to keep it a secret, so I had told Sakura and everyone to be quiet and not say anything to the adults about you meeting Mrs. Flamel, sorry Harry." Yuna said apologetically.
Harry had only smiled. Yuna had a definite loyal aura around her. By the look of things a while ago, Yuna looked up to the legendary witch and it must have took a lot of strength of character in her to not tell everyone that her parents that she had just met Perenelle Flamel and that she was talking to him.
'Yuna is definitely more mature then I give her credit for…' thought Harry.
"No problem Yuna, how about we dance one more time? I think the birthday girl is about to open her presents in a few more minutes."
"Okay!" Yuna said smiling happily that Harry wasn't mad at her. "Come on!" she said excitedly as she began to pull him onto the dance floor.
Harry saw at the corner of his eye that everyone in the crowd seemed to recognize them and was looking at the two of them expectedly.
Getting into position, the song that was being played was a song that required them to Waltz…
Meaning he was going to pull Yuna close to him. Fun
"Ready?" Harry said giving a charming smile. Waltz wasn't that hard to perform, so it was basically his specialty in dancing.
Yuna, blushing at his dazzling smile, had only nodded. They joined their hands and entwined them. Harry softly rubbed her thumb with his. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Harry felt like there were butter flies in his stomach. They slowly started to dance to the song.
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As the song and dance had ended, Harry was interrupted from speaking to Yuna by a tap on the shoulder.
Turning around, he couldn't help but said in a happy voice.
"Ron! Hey mate!"
"Hey Harry, nice dancing skills," Ron said.
Harry began to introduce his best friend to his escort.
"Ron, this is Yuna, she's a good childhood friend of mines, Yuna, meet Ron, one of my friends from Hogwarts."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Ron," Yuna greeted politely as she had bowed to the red head..
"Excuse me," A familiar voice from behind Harry had said softly.
When Harry had turned around, he couldn't help but smile as he realized the person behind him was none other then Ginny!
"Hi Ginny," Harry said giving her a dazzling smile in which she could only blush at. "Beautiful dress, you look simply dazzling." He said giving her a hug in welcome. He did not know that his comment and his hug had caused her blush to deepen further.
Yuna on the other hand, had only one thing in her mind as she saw the familiar signs that she showed whenever she looked at Harry.
'A RIVAL!'
For the next several minutes, the two Weasleys took time talking to Harry and asking him about why he had left so suddenly and unexpectedly over the summer. Well, more like Ginny was asking. Harry had apologetically explained to his friends that the reason he had left was that he couldn't sleep. Not wanting to wake bother anyone by waking them up, he decided to leave early.
When Harry was talking to the two Weasleys, Yuna could only twitch repeatedly, as she saw how happy Harry seemed to be whenever he talked to the little female Weasley.
"Harry, it was fine if you just woke me up. I won't mind keeping you company next time you were unable to sleep." Ginny said looking at him with a hurt expression.
"I'll keep that in mind next time summer," Harry said smiling as Ginny had immediately cheered up hearing that Harry was going to come and stay at their home next summer. "Oh, I think the birthday girl is about to start opening her presents."
"We better get back to our table then," Yuna had said quickly as to pull Harry away from her rival. She wasn't stupid, she knew that the red head in front of her had a crush on Harry and thanks to her Veela powers, she knew that one day, the little red head was going to look as beautiful as her. "It's been nice meeting you Ron, Ginny." She said politely and kindly.
Ron could only nod dreamily as his mind was still in a daze.
Ginny on the other hand, she had only responded back to her in an equal polite and kind voice. She too, had marked Yuna as a rival.
Poor Harry was unaware of the rivalry between the two girls, not to mention, the soon competition group in the future.
"Hey Ginny," called out Harry as he was about to follow Yuna back to their table, he couldn't help but ask, "will it be okay if I can have a dance with you later?" he said remembering Ginny took up dancing and singing as a hobby.
Ginny immediately looked excited at the thought of dancing with him.
"Sure! Right after the presents is issued to the birthday girl, okay?"
"Okay, it's a promise." Harry said smiling to the little red head. Just because she was not the same red head he was in love with in his old dimension, it didn't mean that he couldn't get to know her again and possibly start his relationship all over with her.
"See you a bit later Harry." Ginny said smiling brightly.
Getting back to their table, Harry noticed that Yuna was in deep concentration.
"What's wrong Yuna? You thinking kind of hard there, aren't you?"
Blushing, Yuna could only nod as Harry had pulled out her chair so she could sit first.
Sitting down next to her, Yuna immediately turned to her best friends Sakura and Rosa and began whispering.
Thinking that it was some important girl talk about dresses or some sort and not about Ginny, he turned his attention to where the Minister of Magic whom was talking about it was time for the birthday girl to cut the cake.
Time flew by quickly as everyone sang happy birthday to the birthday girl and the cake was cut up into pieces and given to everyone in the Ballroom.
The way the presents were given to the birthday girl was by one person from each family would take turns coming up to the birthday girl and giving her, her present.
People, unsure of what the girl wanted, had given her mainly money and sometimes books which she seemed not really fond of, but nevertheless smiled thankfully and thanked them.
Aeris, the Minister's daughter was a lot different compared to her father, the Minister of Magic.
When it came to Potter's turn to give the birthday girl a present, Harry was asked by his parents to accompany them when it came to giving the birthday girl her present, since they did not know what the present was and it was mainly Harry's to give.
"Happy birthday Aeris," Harry said cheerfully as he had given the birthday girl her present.
Aeris could only blush furiously again as she had accepted the present. It was noted that many people were watching them and many were chuckling at how the girl had an obvious crush on the very handsome messy haired child.
She was smitten terribly by him...
"Thank you," she whispered out in an incredibly shy and cute voice.
"The present is personally from my son, he had wanted to give it to you." James said not wanting to accept any of the credit. It was really his son who had given the gift.
Opening the present, she and almost everyone around them couldn't help but gasp as the wrapped present that she had opened turned out to be a silvery white stuff Dragon that looked to be glowing. It was the size of Yuna's stuffed Phoenix and Little Lily's stuffed gold red Dragon.
She let out a loud exciting squeal and had hugged the flying Dragon who had released a rainbow of sparks.
"Wow Harry," Harry's mother had said wide eyed. Compared to the Little Lily's golden red Dragon, the stuffed silver white Dragon looked simply beautiful. It made you feel like you want to cuddle it to death.
Harry, who was no longer giving his mother the cold shoulder, but was still being quiet near her, could only nod.
"Thank you Harry!" Aeris had squealed out as she had immediately let her of her dragon which had floated itself up on its own and had given him a furious hug. It was the best birthday gift that she had ever received. Her bright amber eyes were shining with excitement and joy.
"Your welcome," Harry said returning her hug.
'"Have a happy birthday Ms. Aeris," James had said loudly as he began to pull Harry away. He didn't like the way things were seemingly going between the Minister's daughter and his son. If he hadn't known any better, he would say out loud that the Minister's daughter had a crush on his son.
"Bye Aeris. I hope to see you at Hogwarts," Harry called out as his father had let him go and he began to follow them back to the table.
Aeris had only given him a big genuine smile in return.
"Well Harry, you seemed to be a girl magnet if I'm not mistaken." Harry's godfather had said in a very amused voice as the Potters had sat back down, "My daughter, a Patil, then a Weasley, and now the Minister's daughter! Maybe you'll form a harem!!" roared out laughing. 'Harem? Hey that sounds cool. Maybe I should look more into that.'
"Sirius!" hissed a scandalized Amy Black. "Control yourself!"
"Sorry dear," Sirius said wiping the tears coming from his eyes. "I bet he hasn't even hit puberty yet and already, he has girls lining up for him. Who knows, maybe theirs more girls at Hogwarts that may have their eyes set on him."
Harry could only blush as his godfather was teasing him again about girls.
"Sirius, leave Harry alone. He can't help it if he's so attractive," an angry Mrs. Black said as she was annoyed at her husband's immaturity in teasing his godson.
Later, as all the presents exchange to the birthday girl had came to an end, the music began to play again and Harry immediately stood up getting ready to ask Ginny for a dance.
"Harry, where are you going?" Lily had asked.
"I promised a friend I would dance with her after the present opening." Harry sighed. He was still not buddy-buddy with his mother yet. He would make up with his mother again once his grandparents were not around. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable when they were around, not to mention, how his grandmother would always make snide comments about him regardless of the fact that he had became a hero the past summer.
"I see, well, make sure you hurry up okay? We're about to go home pretty soon." His mother said looking at him sadly.
Harry had only nodded without even glancing at her. He had to force himself to be in deep control at the snide comment his grandmother had made about children his age being disrespectful to their parents these days.
Walking up to the Weasley table, which was at most, halfway across the Ballroom, he had greeted all of the Weasleys, except for Bill and Charlie who was not present. He took notice that Ron was missing and must be somewhere getting more food probably.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." Harry said to the two adult Weasleys cheerfully.
"Harry my boy," Arthur Weasley had said warmly. "Wonderful to see you again."
Molly Weasley had noticed her daughter was smiling in anticipation. "You're looking very fine and handsome tonight Harry. Who is that young girl by the way?"
"Is she really your fiancée Harry?" Fred Weasley had said in a dead serious voice.
"Was it a arrange marriage? I didn't know the Potters were into arranged marriages." George said confused.
"Her name is Yuna Black. She's a childhood friend that I grew up with. No Fred, she's not my fiancée and about the arrange marriage part, my family hasn't done that since my grandpa Harold Potter was to marry my grandmother Lisa Moon."
"I see, that sounds about right," said Arthur Weasley. "From a family like yours Harry, I was surprised that they didn't arrange a marriage for your father."
Harry's left eyebrow had twitched at this. Arthur Weasley had no idea how dead accurate he was.
"Actually Mr. Weasley, from what I heard from my godfather, my grandmother had tried to arrange a marriage between my father and someone named Narcissa Black, but my father had refused and had wanted to marry the person he loved, my mother." Harry said remembering what his godfather had told him about how his grandmother had tried to pull something like that off. He had almost choked on his food when it his godfather had revealed that information to him. From what Harry understood, Narcissa Black had a crush on his father as long as his father had on his mother at Hogwarts! Not to mention, she used to be friends with his mother!
Harry could see the twitch Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had developed at the name of Narcissa Black, now known as Narcissa Malfoy.
"Well, it's good that your father did not go through with it. She was a friendly person at Hogwarts, but after Hogwarts, she was quite the unpleasant person. Your father deserves your mother." Mrs. Weasley said calmly.
Harry had nodded at this.
"Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley? Will it be okay if I can have a dance with your daughter Ginny? I promised I would dance with her and I was hoping you would give me permission?"
Harry's question of asking Ginny for a dance had caused numerous of reactions.
Both of the Weasley twins had spat out the juices they were drinking, Percy had dropped his fork onto his plate in shock, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had a mixture look of shock and respect, and lastly, Ginny could only blush red at how blunt Harry was to her parents.
"You have my permission dear, providing if Ginny agrees." Molly Weasley had said right away as she had recovered.
The Weasleys were staring at Harry with a hidden gleam in their eyes.
"I would love to dance with Harry!" Ginny said excitedly as she had accepted Harry's hand for her to stand up.
"Mi'lady," Harry said approaching the youngest Weasley. "May I have this dance?"
"Why of course," Ginny said as she looked to be in a daze.
Though she was not wearing a pretty dress and it looked to be quite odd, Harry was none bothered by the state of her robes as he was more drawn to her eyes.
As they began to slow dance, Harry couldn't help but continue to stare into the little red head's eyes. His body was quite relaxed as he couldn't help but missed her touch and seeing her beautiful chocolate eyes. God, he missed his Ginny badly and for some reason, he really didn't care that this Ginny was not the same Ginny from his old universe. She was still Ginny, the pretty little red head he had grown to love.
He had everything he had ever wanted right here in this room…
He had been reunited with his parents…
He had siblings…
He was able to meet his Auntie again…
And most of all, Ginny, the girl that he had loved was in his arms again…
He didn't even notice that while he was dancing with the little red head, his magic began to react to his soft emotions and he had absentmindedly release a wave of love and comfort.
Though no one could have seen the wave of magic, everyone had indeed felt it. Many couldn't help but feel happy and content by just watching the little red head and messy hair boy was dancing.
What surprised everyone in the ballroom, was that not only did they had all felt a wave of strange emotions, but beautiful glowing sparks that resembled firefly's had began to appear at the young dancers.
The sight before them was so beautiful, some people couldn't help but stare at the young dancing couple as the lights had slowly begin to dim.
Ginny, had not even notice any of it. She was busy staring into Harry's eyes, not being able to pull away as Harry was unable to pull away as well. She felt a strong urge to kiss him.
It was sad that Harry and Ginny's dance had to come to an end as Harry had suddenly pulled away from the little red head and was holding his head in pain. The warmth and comfort magic in the air around him had dispersed, the glowing firefly's had vanished, and the dimmed lights had been relit on its own.
"Harry? Harry! What's wrong?" Ginny said worriedly as Harry was gritting his teeth and holding his head in pain.
Harry could barely hear her as he knew instantly why his head was in pain. His magic suppressor orb was at its limit! He cursed himself for being caught off by dancing with Ginny. He was definitely going to have to release his magic soon or he might just destroy himself!
"Harry!" His mother had yelled out loud as Harry began to stagger.
"I'm fine!" Harry said as he had force himself to move and ignore the pain. But it became too much and he fell to the ground. Girls screamed and the family's was all rushing to his side. "Sorry, I'm just feeling kind of woozy." He said lamely as his parents were looking at him worriedly. Dumbledore, who had just approached, had only watched the young child in front of him not sure if he should use Legimency while the child's shields were unguarded. He decided not to as the child was obviously in pain and should he try something, he might be repelled back in an extremely painful way.
"Harry, are you okay sweetie?" his mother had asked as she had put her arms around him comfortably, in which he had reflexively leaned onto her. All coldness and stiffness he had around her was gone.
"Yes, I think I might just need a little rest."
"Okay, we're going home right now, just give me a second, okay sweet pea?" his mother said worriedly.
Harry couldn't help but groan in embarrassment as his mother had called him, 'sweet pea' in front of Dumbledore and Ginny. "Ohhhh muuum." Harry groaned.
Ginny, who was looking worried as the people around him, could only giggle at the cute nickname her crushes mother had for him. It showed he and his mother had a wonderful relationsh
Not being able to say goodbye to Ginny or anyone, Harry's father had helped him out the room full of confused and worried people. They had just seen something very beautiful and spectacular for a whole minute and then the next, the child they were all watching was clutching his head in pain. They apparated to Potter Manor where they all immediately guided Harry to his room.
