June 1994

"Fred! George! Get back here!" Molly Weasley screamed, waving her wand.

"No!"

"No, thanks!" The twins yelled, running for their lives.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, arriving through the floo.

"Twins. Mum found their stash of trick sweets. Woulda been fine, except they created them. They're bloody brilliant, but they use their powers for evil. Just ask Ginny," Ron explained, taking a bite of his breakfast.

"FRED! GEORGE! I'm going to kill you!" Ginny screeched, blue hair flowing behind her.

"Oh, wow, Ginny. You tryin' a new look?" Harry asked, shoving his glasses back on his face, wondering if he was seeing things clearly.

"Harry!" Ginny gasped, pivoting around. "What're you doing here?"

"Quidditch," Harry explained, holding up his Firebolt.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Fred and George fed me some kind of sweets this morning. As you can tell, it's distracting," Ginny said, holding her vibrant locks up as evidence.

"Yeah, it is," Harry replied.

"If you two want to quit the awkward almost flirting, no one would stop you," Ron commented, staring on from the table.


"Harry, we need to have a talk," Remus informed Harry one rainy afternoon. "Just you and me."

"Sirius?" Harry asked, looking up from his summer homework.

"He begged off this conversation," Remus confided.

"How bad is it? What's happened?" Harry asked, panicked.

"No, no. Nothing like that," Remus reassured him. "No, this is about your behavior and attitude."

Harry blinked a few times. "I don't understand."

"Let me tell you how it is then," Remus said clearly. "You're not Prongs."

"Everyone says I'm Prongs. I'm Prongslet." Harry scowled. "My Patronus is a stag. I grew antlers!"

"That doesn't make you James, Harry," Remus sighed. "Yes, your father caused trouble, and broke the rules, but he didn't do it by being rude. He did it by being charming and kind to people like me."

"You were his friend."

"And we treated each other as equals. Can you say the same about your friends?"

Harry shook his head.

"Adults, you need to respect them all." Remus continued on.

"What about the ones I don't like?" Harry said defiantly.

"Especially the ones you don't like." Remus said, unfolding Harry's arms. "You're mum would skin you alive if she knew the way you were acting. And I mean literally skin. She would be baffled by how you talk to women. Why do you think it took your father six years for your mother to even have a polite conversation?"

"Because…" Harry started, but hung his head. "She wouldn't."

"If you want to be like your father, learn his lessons and start treating people with respect."


July, 1994

Harry woke up, screaming. It hadn't happened since he was young, but it was enough to make Sirius and Remus burst through his door, wands at the ready.

"Pa'foot?" Harry croaked out, voice scratchy with sleep.

"You're okay, Prongslet," Sirius comforted, dropping his wand and wrapping the teen in a hug.

"I saw him," Harry stated. "I dreamt about him."

"Dreamt about who?" Remus asked.

"Voldemort," Harry said clearly.

"Shit," Sirius swore, hanging his head.

"He was all… small… and a baby… I think," Harry explained, eyebrows knit in confusion. "The Rat Bastard was there, serving so well. And another person, being all worshippy."

"Anything else?" Remus asked.

"Yeah," Harry answered.

"Care to elaborate, Prongslet?" Sirius asked.

"A grounds keeper, skulking about," Harry hesitated.

"And…" Remus prompted.

"And a giant ass snake, Moony. Giant ass snake. Bigger than that boa constrictor I saw when Hestia took me to the zoo," Harry explained, shuddering.

"That's… That's…. Shit. I hate snakes," Sirius shuddered himself. "They remind me of that hell hole I grew up in."

"Yeah, well they remind me of the basilisk I killed because Dumbledore couldn't do his job," Harry pouted.

"Harry, we talked about respecting adults, even the ones we don't like," Remus scolded.

"Sorry, Moony," Harry ducked his head. "I promise I'm trying."

"I understand that. Now, back to the matter at hand; any other symptoms?" Moony acknowledged.

"Yeah, my head's murdering me. Right here, on the scar. Same place it hurt when Voldemort was possessing the back of Quirrell's head," Harry said, rubbing his head vigorously.

"Shit," Sirius intoned again.

"Enough with the language, Padfoot," Remus scolded.

"'Enough with the language, Padfoot,'" Sirius mocked. "This is one of the 47 situations Hes said I was allowed to curse, Mummy."

Remus held his hands up in surrender and nodded his head.

"I've just got the twins calmed down. Harry, sweetie, what happened?" Hestia asked, rushing into the room and hugging the teen, pushing Sirius into the floor.

"Thanks, luv," Sirius said sarcastically, standing up.

"Hush, you're fine. Harry, what hurts? Do we need to go to St. Mungo's?" Hestia asked, running her hands over Harry.

"No, Hes, it's not that. It was a nightmare. About Voldemort. Now my scar hurts," Harry summarized.

"Oh, you poor baby! And you two! Standing around while he's in pain! Honestly! I should set both of you in the doghouse!" Hestia scolded, jumping up and running for some pain potion.

"Why didn't we think of that?" Sirius asked, throwing his hands into the air. Harry giggled at his godfather's plight.

"Here we go. Drink up," Hestia said, returning with a pain potion. "Remus, could you be a dear and get Harry some cocoa?"

"Prongslet should have the 'deer' part covered, but we won't know until he's older. However, I will fetch him some, yes," Remus smirked.

"Ha. Ha. I had forgotten how funny you Marauders are about the nicknames," Hestia deadpanned.

Later, after hot cocoa had been dispersed, Harry finally fell asleep and the adults left his room.

"What are we going to do? This is worse than we originally thought," Hestia commented hugging herself. Sirius hugged her in comfort.

"Back to the drawing board, it seems. I'll do more research," Remus said, turning to go back to sleep. "In the meantime, owl Narcissa in the morning and have Severus make us some more pain potion."

"Yes, that's a wonderful plan," Sirius said, staring into space before leading Hestia back to their bed. This was going to be a long summer.

August 1994

"Ah, Aunt Hes, why can't we accept the Minister's offer! The game'll be so much better from the Top Box!" Harry whined.

"Because, Harry James Potter, we do not accept handouts from idiots," Hestia scolded.

"Besides, why would we need his tickets when I can buy all the seats up there I want?" Sirius asked, a smirk.

"REALLY!?" Harry shrieked the way only 14 year old boys can shriek when excited.

"Yes really. Floo the Weasleys. Owl Draco and Neville, and, of course, make sure you find Hermione and get her here," Sirius commanded.

"Um… Mione hates Quidditch," Harry commented.

"This isn't about Quidditch, Harry. It's about the atmosphere! It's about a cultural icon. Hermione will appreciate this more than any of the rest of you. Neville included. You lot have been to professional matches before. She's not. Trust me, you'll understand what I mean when we get there," Hestia explained.

"If you're sure, Hes," Harry said skeptically, running off to do just what Sirius suggested.

"Is that how you're going to sell it? Cultural icon?" Sirius asked, smirk evident.

"Yes," Hestia said seriously. "Lily always complained, when we were in school, that purebloods were all on her case for not assimilating better, but never did anything to help the cause. Merlin knows that Dumbledore's Hogwarts isn't doing anything. I mean, there's a whole class dedicated to muggle society, but we are constantly having to catch Hermione up on our societal norms. So, yes, that's exactly what I'll be telling her, because she'll understand what's being offered."

"I… I… I hate my family," Sirius hung his head, ashamed that he never, ever thought of it that way.

"Yes, well, resolve to do better in the future. And have a conversation with Ted once in a while. He comes with Andy, but you tend to ignore him in favor of all those kids," Hestia suggested, ending the conversation.

If Sirius spent several hours mulling over Hestia's words, no one commented on it. It was better that way, and much safer.


"You slept with my Potions Professor!"

"You know it's not the same, Draco."

"Is this why I got an O on my final exams?" Draco continued to shout. "When did this even happen! How did this happen! Don't answer that! I know the answer to that!"

"A conversation I will be having with my dear cousin later," Narcissa mumbled.

"Easter Holiday," Severus shrugged.

"I was here the whole time! You have almost every weekend free and you did it while I was here!"

"I don't get it." Atria sighed.

"What aren't you getting!" Draco shouted. "They are having another baby! They are replacing one of us!"

"Draco, stop being so dramatic," Narcissa said.

"Says Narcissa Black." Severus commented.

"You want to pick a fight with a pregnant woman?"

"Draco, stop being so over dramatic. No one is being replaced." Severus recovered quickly.

"Says the man who does the replacing." Draco hissed.

Atria was now jumping up and down running into her father's arms. "I'm excited."

"Traitor." Draco glared. Atria stuck her tongue out at him.

"Narcissa, I think Draco spends too much time with Gryffindors."

"What I'm not your son anymore?" Draco said defeated.

"It wasn't meant like that." Narcissa sighed.

"I have to tell him, you know." Draco said, shaking with rage before walking out of the kitchen.


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