They had been going through a lot of things that Grimmauld place had, both Hermione and Ron were worried about
Harry, he had shut himself in the room that once belonged to Sirius.
Only allowing certain people in, Fleur, Hermione and Kretcher being the main ones allowed access.
The rest of the Order had been keeping their distance, even Professor Snape seemed to be slightly worried for the Potter boy.
Only slightly.
Hermione sat on the edge of the bed with Harry's head in her lap, allowing the teenage boy to lightly grieve the loss of his Godfather.
The young Muggle-born with noticed a small wooden box on the dresser that was not there yesterday, Harry had yet to step out of the room- only to shower and use the bathroom and she didn't think it belonged to Fleur.
Did Kretcher give it to Harry?
Slowly removing the now sleeping Harry from her lap and onto the bed, Hermione walked over to the box, it seemed old but not a single speck of dust was on it.
Opening the box, which revealed several letters all addressed to Harry, with the address of Grimmauld place on it.
The letters were unopened, they also seemed to be in very good condition as if someone, probably Sirius, had placed a spell on them to keep them looking brand new.
Underneath the letters was a diary, Hermione pulled out the black leather book, it looked similar to the Diary Harry found in his second year.
His diary.
Was this Sirius's diary?
Hermione felt as if she was suddenly invading a dead man's personal belongings, dropping the diary back into the box only to come across the name engraved on the bottom.
Lily. J. Evans.
This was the diary of Harry's mom.
"Harry..." Hermione softly called, walking over to the sleeping boy. "Harry!"
The young male wizard groaned, mumbling about having 'five more minutes' of sleep, before he was rudely shaken awake by the annoyed witch.
"Wha... I'm up... I'm up. Merlin, Hermione- what is it?"
Harry then glances at the wooden box she held, confusion danced across his face as he rubbed the remaining sleep away. "What's with the box?"
"I think this belonged to Sirius." She began, handing the box over to him. "And I think, the letters inside are from your parents addressed to you."
Without a second thought, Harry opened the box and instantly spotted Lily's diary, picking it up, Harry swore he had smelt that scent before.
A small memory of a woman, with kind green eyes and a warm smile who smelt of orange blossoms and lavender- those green eyes seemed familiar.
His mother.
Lily.
The box was filled with the scents of orange blossoms, lavender, old parchment and ink, with a hint of rose.
"They're from my mom," He murmured, holding the diary close to his chest. "The letters. They smell like her- I remember what she smelt like."
Feeling the weight shifted, Harry glanced up from the diary, noticing that Hermijne was on her feet again.
"I'll give you some privacy to read them," She spoke, pecking him lightly on the cheek. "I'll bring you back some tea."
"Thank you."
Petunia was calling out for her, demanding that she explain how she could make a flower float, Petunia's shouts fell onto deaf ears as Lily stared at the Snape boy that suddenly appeared out of nowhere- or he seemed to appear out of nowhere, but knew he was hiding in the tree.
Apparently the reason why Lily could do certain things without explanation was that she, Lily Jane Evans was in fact, a witch.
And Severus was a wizard.
When Severus first brought up the idea, Petunia scoffed and sneered at him, all because he lived in a lower classed neighbourhood- Petunia even made fun of Severus's parents.
Which resulted in a branch snapping and almost hitting the eldest Evans sibling.
Lily gasped in shock, glancing over at Severus. "Did you do that?"
"No." He replied, though he found it quite funny. "That was you."
"Freak! You're both freaks!" Petunia shouted. "I'm going to tell mommy's and daddy, just you wait Lily!"
Petunia let out another scream as the wind picked up, slightly knocking her over, the eldest Evans sibling let out a small cry and ran off in the direction of her home; not waiting to see if Lily was following.
"Okay, now that was me."
That had made Lily laugh.
They had spent nearly three hours talking, well Severus was the one doing the talking as Lily was asking questions, he talked about the Wizarding world, Hogwarts and of course the classes they would take.
Lily had wondered if she would ever receive a letter welcoming her to Hogwarts, like the one Severus had shown her.
They parted ways, making a promise to meet back at this same spot tomorrow.
When Lily arrived home, there was an unknown, weird looking woman with glasses sitting in the living room with both her parents.
"This is Lily." Her mother spoke, introducing Lily to the woman. "Lily, this is Minerva McGonagall, a Professor from- where exactly?"
"Hogwarts." She replied, noticing that Lily's eyes widened. "It seems that Miss Evans knows about it."
"Severus told me the basics." Lily replied, with a small smile. "Does this mean I have been accepted into Hogwarts?"
"We have a witch in the family." Her father murmured, sounding both shocked and worried. "Is Petunia also accepted?"
"No, I'm afraid that Lily is the only one who possesses the magical properties, and Hogwarts is the best thing for her. To learn and control her magic."
"And if she doesn't?"
"It could end up killing her, if she looses control."
That seemed to have kicked her parents into overdrive, Lily listened as McGonagall explained everything in great detail to her parents.
Later that same night, Lily held her very own Hogwarts letter, which was already opened and read by both her parents.
Petunia avoided Lily like the plague, still sour about almost getting hit by the fallen branch.
"If you are to go to this school." Petunia sneered. "Stay away from that Snape boy, he will only hold you back, Lily."
"I think I know who to befriend and who to stay clear from, Petunia." Lily snapped, slamming her bedroom door closed and listened as her sister's footsteps faded away from her door.
Lily hoped into bed, placing the Hogwarts letter on her nightstand and allowed darkness to take over, dreaming about magical creatures, Hogwarts and a certain dark haired boy with black eyes.