Teddy
Lilly II
Albus II
James II
"JAMES! TEDDY! LILLY! Look! I found a book! " Al yelled as he flipped through Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets.
"Al, what are you going on about?" Teddy said as he walked into the 'library' in Harry and Ginny's house.
"I found a book about dad" Al looked around the room "where's Lily and James?" Teddy sighed "they're outside. You'd better be glad your parents aren't home because you would have freaked them out AND they would have seen the book that you have IN YOUR HAND!"
"Right, sorry." Teddy put his hand on Al's shoulder and said "let's go get James and Lily." Al smiled as they went outside.
"Hey, James, Lily." Lily smiled and ran to hug Teddy
"Teddy!" Teddy laughed and hugged her back
"Al found a book that's about your dad."
"Oh so we'll finally know about what when dad was in school? Cool!" James said as he put down what he was messing with. "Uh, Al?" Al looked at the back of the book "it's dad's second year." Lily smiled. "Isn't it mum's first year too?"
"Yeah I think so. I mean, she's only one year younger than dad, so..."
"What happened to his first year though? I want to see his first year!"
"This is the only one I saw."
"Come on let's read already!"
"Where though?"
"Duh," Lilly laughed "where you found the book!"
"Alright, alright. So... Who wants to read first?"
"I guess I will," said James.
Chapter one
The Worst Birthday.
(oh, great" thought Al. I hoped this was going to be a happy chapter).
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Private Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry's room.
"Third time this week!" He roared across the table. "If you can't control that ruddy owl, it'll have to go!"
Harry tried, yet again, to explain. "She's bored," he said. "She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night-"
"Do I look stupid?" Snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.
James interrupted himself "yeah, actually, you do."
"I know what'll happen if that owl's let out." He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia. Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleys' son, Dudley. "I want more bacon."
Lily scrunched up her nose "that's disgusting. He could at least say 'excuse me' or something."
"There's more in the frying pan sweetums," said Aunt Petunia, misty eyes on her massive son. "Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smelting's," said Uncle Vernon heartily.
"Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?"
Dudley, who was so large his bottom dropped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned at Harry. "Pass the frying pan."
"You've forgotten the magic word," said Harry irritably. The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fe of the chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clamped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.
"I meant 'please'!" said Harry quickly. "I didn't mean-" "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?" "But I-" "HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.
"Dad didn't threaten anyone you fat baboon!"
"Lily," James said "don't insult the baboons."
Teddy and Al didn't say anything, they couldn't say anything. It was just a word but they just thought of Uncle Vernon yelling at their Dad and they were angry.
"I just-"
"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALLY-" "Dad's not abnormal!"
"UNDER THIS ROOF!"
Harry started from his purple-faced uncle (James laughed thinking about his great-uncle with a purple face, who, of course, he had never met) to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet. "All right," said Harry, "all right..."
Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros (this time it was Lily who laughed) and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.
Ever since Harry had come home from the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Harry Potter wasn't a normal boy. As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be.
Harry Potter was a wizard. ("obviously" they all said, looked at each other and laughed because they all said the same thing.) A wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Best school there is!" Lily said "you haven't even been there yet Lilz." Lily folded her arms "but it's still the best school. I know it." Al and James shook their heads and James started reading again before anyone else could talk.
And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, (Teddy growled at that) it was nothing to how Harry felt.
Everyone sighed and looked down for a moment, then continued the book
"He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomach ache. He missed the castle, the passageways, the ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the potions master)
"If dad didn't like Snape, why'd he name me after him?" Before anyone had a chance to answer him first, Teddy said "I heard him once say that he was the bravest man he's ever known. So he must have done something brilliant later on." Al smiled and James continued "the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, (Al, Teddy, and James yelled "Hagrid!") in his cabin next to the Forbidden forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world ("darn right it is!") (six tall goal posts, four playing balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks).
All Harry's spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and top-of-the-line Nimbus 2000 broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home.
What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the House Quidditch team because he hadn't practiced all summer?
"Don't worry dad, you aren't the youngest seeker in a century for nothing. They would never get rid of you!"
What was it to the Dursleys if Harry went back to school without any of his homework done?
"Who cares about homework dad?"
"James homework is important."
"No! Teddy has gone to the dark side!"
"Shut up James."
The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry's owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the wizarding world.
Poor dad had nobody to talk to thought Lily.
Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family
Thank God Al thought.
Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair
"Like Al!"
"Oh shut up" that was always untidy. He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.
They all scowled, knowing just how he got that.
It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hit of Harry's mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys' doorstep eleven years before.
"WHAT?! Why would you leave a baby on a doorstep!
At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak.
"Teddy," Lily started to say, "why didn't people say his name?"
Teddy sighed "because he was a horrible person-if you can even call him that- who killed everyone's families, like your dad's and my parents. They didn't even know if he was really gone, and he was there for 11 years. He was horrible. Inflicted pain and he enjoyed it. James, keep reading."
Harry's parents had died in Voldemort's attack,
"Grandma and grandpa" Lily said but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow - nobody understood why- "Didn't Dad say that Dumbledore knew?" Voldemort's powers had been destroyed the instant he failed to kill Harry.
"Go dad!"
So, Harry had been brought up by his dead mother's sister and her husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys,
"Dad always said that there was Sirius. Why didn't he live with him or your dad?"
"You have to understand. Sirius was in Azkaban and my dad was a werewolf. Nobody would have let him live with my dad."
"Oh, right. Dad never talks about Sirius or anyone who had died during the war if he can help it." Lily's eyes were system to water like she was about to cry "I hate him. I HATE HIM!"
"Lily, are you okay?"
"No, I am not okay! I HATE HIM!"
"Who?"
"Voldemort, obviously! He killed so many people and he didn't care! I'm glad he's dead because I would probably have searched for him to kill him myself-"
''Lily! Calm down. He's dead and he isn't coming back."
"Good".
never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys' story that he had got his scar in a car crash that had killed his parents.
And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at the wizard school, where he and his scar were famous ... But now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys
"Sadly."
"Shut up, Al."
for the unmet, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly. the Dursleys hadn't even remembered that today happened to be Harry's twelfth birthday. of course, his hopes hadn't been too high; they'd never given him a real present, let alone a cake - but to ignore it completely …
At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day." James looked up from the book, shocked. "No way they'd remember his birthday, right?" Lily said, Al shrugged, and James kept reading.
Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it.
"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon.
Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company made drills).
"What are drills?"
"They're something used to make holes in something to put a screw in the object."
"What's a screw?" Teddy sighed
"It's something attached to another object wrapped helically around an axis."
"What?"
Teddy groaned "anything muggle you don't understand just write it down and then ask Hermione."
"Okay." They all got a pen and paper and wrote screws down.
"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia you will be-?"
"In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."
"Good, good. And Dudley?"
"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"
"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously. "Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. "And you?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry tonelessly.
"I think I now get why Dad always makes a big deal out of our birthdays." said Al. At Hogwarts, their dad, Teddy's Godfather, would always make sure they had the best one ever.
"I used to think it was all pointless. Like It's a birthday, no matter what you always get presents … but now... dad never had a good home life. I feel like we're taking everything we have for granted, you know?" Everyone else nodded.
"Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nastily. "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen -"
"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.
"And, Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.
"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.
"And you?" ("Oh, not again") said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry. "I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there." Harry said dully.
"Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"
"Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason... Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason..."
"Perfect... Dudley?"
"How about - 'we had to write an essay about our hero in school and I wrote about you. Mr. Mason.'"
"He's such a suck up. YOU aren't even that bad Lils."
"What- I AM NOT!"
"Uh, yeah, you are."
"AL! LILY! STOP! James, KEEP READING." Teddy stopped them before they could continue.
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn't see him laughing.
"And you, boy?" Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged. "I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there." He said.
"Too right you will," said Uncle Vernon forcefully.
"The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way. When dinner's over, you take Mr. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have signed and sealed before the news at ten. We'll be shopping for a vacation home this time tomorrow."
Harry couldn't feel too excited about this. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca then they did on Private Drive.
"It's ok dad, we do."
Right- I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you, he snarled at Harry.
"You leave him alone you, you…" Lily couldn't think of anything else so James decided to finish it for her "fat cow."
"James, how many times has it been said- DON'T INSULT THE COWS."
"I apologise to all cows I just insulted. I didn't mean to imply that you're complete gits."
"you stay away from your aunt while she's cleaning."
Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath:
"Happy birthday to me … Happy birthday to me …" No cards, no presents, and he would be spending his evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely.
"Where's Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron? Why aren't they sending him anything?" Al asked.
More than anything else at Hogwarts, even more than playing Quidditch,
"what?! More important than that?"
"Oh come on James, there are more important things than Quidditch."
Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They, however, didn't seem to be missing him at all.
"Of course they do dad. They must have just been busy."
"For this long? I don't think so."
Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay.
Countless times Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione with a letter, but it wasn't worth the risk. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school.
Harry hadn't told the Dursleys this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung beetles that stopped him in the cupboard under the stairs-
"They wouldn't!" Al said.
"It's the Dursleys. Anything is possible."
With his wand and broomstick. For the first couple of weeks back, Harry had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat legs could carry him. But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made Harry feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal- and now Ron and Hermione had forgotten his birthday.
"Dad, I bet they didn't forget, there must have been a problem. They love you too much to forget about you!"
What he wouldn't give for a message from Hogwarts? From any witch or wizard? He'd also be glad of a sight of his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, just to be sure it hadn't all been a dream.
All of the kids in the room looked at each other "Dad and Malfoy didn't get along? Woah."
Not that his whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of term, Harry had come face-to-face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself.
Voldemort might be a ruin of his former self, but he was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined to regain power. Harry had slipped through Voldemort's clutches for the second time, but it had been a narrow escape, and now, even weeks later, Harry kept waking in the night, drenched in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid face with his wide, mad eyes-
"Daddy's having nightmares about him?" Lily's voice shook.
Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge- and the hedge was staring back. Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.
Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.
"I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward him.
The huge eyes blinked and vanished.
"What?" said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.
"I know what day it is."
"Good for you, you've finally learned the days of the week." Al said.
"Well done," said Harry. " you've finally learned the days of the week."
"Hey, Al, you don't only look like dad, you talk like him too. Or can you see the future- like in divination?" Al narrowed his eyes "just shut up and keep reading. This is taking too long. I want to finish this before I die."
"Today's your birthday," sneered Dudley. "How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you even got friends at that freaky place?"
"Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school," said Harry cooly. Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down from his fat bottom.
"Why're you staring at that hedge?" He said suspiciously.
"I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire."
Good job, dad. Freak him out.
Dudley stumbled back at once, a look of panic on his fat face.
"You c-can't – dad told you you're not to do m-magic – he said he'd chuck you out of the house- and you haven't got anywhere else to go – you haven't any friends to take
you-"
"Jiggery pokery!" said Harry in a fierce voice. "Hocus pocus – squiggly wiggly –"
"MUUUUM!" Howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he ran towards the house. "MUUUM! He's doing you know what!"
"Oh my gosh, how stupid can he be to believe that?
Harry paid dearly for his moment of fun.
Everyone's stomach clenched at that.
As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia had known he hadn't really done magic, but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow to his head with the soapy frying pan.
Lily, James, Al and Teddy sat in shock. How could someone do that to a twelve year old! "I swear if I ever see her I'm going to give her a piece of my mind!"
"How dare she! Isn't that abuse or something?"
Teddy couldn't speak. He was working with other wizards to help the kids with horrible families get a better place. (He was working to be something what people would call in a muggle world 'child protective services'.)
James had dropped the book, wondering how anyone could do this. He looked at Lily and saw that she was almost in tears. He knew that she loved her father more than anything else- she was a daddy's girl. He hated to see her like this, and hoped that his father would get away from these horrible people soon.
Albus, however, was planning the deaths of his father's aunt and uncle. He was half hoping he'd meet them so he could tell them off, and half hoping he wouldn't so that he wouldn't see the people who hurt his father.
It took a few minutes and, finally, James cleared his throat and started to read again.
Then she gave him work to do, with the promise he wouldn't eat again until he'd finished.
Dudley had lolled around watching and eating ice cream, Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flower beds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench. The sun blazed verged, burning the back of his neck. Harry knew he shouldn't have risen to Dursleys bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harry had been thinking himself … maybe he didn't have any friends at Hogwarts….
Wish they could see famous Harry Potter now, he thought savagely as he spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face.
It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted, he heard Aunt Petunia calling him.
"Get in here and walk on the newspaper!"
Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding: a huge cloud of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.
"Eat quickly! The Masons will arrive here soon!" Snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress.
Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. "Upstairs! Hurry!"
"As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in cowries and dinner jackets. He had only just reached the upstairs leaning when the doorbell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.
"Remember, boy- one sound –"
"Harry better not make a sound. Because if anything happens I'm going to hunt them down and I will probably end up in Azkaban."
Harry crises to his bedroom on tiptoe, slipped inside, closed the door and turned to collapse on his bed.
The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
James put the book down, put a bookmark in it, and looked around "want to bet on who it is?"
Teddy shook his head "it could be anyone. I don't want to take the risk-" but someone interrupted him before he finished
"I bet it's someone that is dead."
"No, Al, that's too broad. There's a ton of people that have died."
Al sighed "fine. Uh… I think it's Uncle Ron."
"Alrighty then. I bet it's not."
"Who wants to read this time?"
"I will," said Al.
Grace's Note: Should I continue or not? Let me know in the comments below! Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it.