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Chapter Six Part Two
The sensation left Harry as he stepped further into the house. It was relatively quiet; perhaps he was all alone in the house? Harry looked around the entry hall, where he was standing. To his left was a closet, nothing to his right, straight ahead was a wide hallway, along with a stairway going up to the next floor. He walked to the right of the stairs into a study room. The room was empty. "Hello? Mum? Dad? Are either of you home?" Glancing around the study, his eyes fell upon a large mirror on the wall. "If my parents were alive, Voldemort would have never killed them and tried to kill me..." he said out loud. Then with realization, he ran over to the mirror to check his forehead. His scar was no longer there. "Whoa, this feels way too real. I wonder how much changed..." he stopped when he heard footsteps coming towards him.
Whirling around to see who it was, he saw right in front of him a man somewhere in his 30's, black scraggly hair.. though four inches taller they might've been mistaken for twins except for the height difference and Harry's eyes. James had an amused expression on his face. "Harry, you've been talking to yourself again." Flustered, Harry said, "Oh- sorry, dad. Er... where's mum? I've been looking for her." "Your mum's cleaning up after you. Harry, you're nearly 15 years old now. Can't you just grow up? Well go hurry up... she has to go back to the Ministry in a few minutes. Want to go the pitch afterwards? That is, if I'm not busy." Harry's eyes lit up. Pitch surely meant Quidditch! "How could I say no to that?" Harry said with a grin. "See you outside then." James walked out of the room and out of sight.
Then Harry realized he hadn't the slightest idea of where his bedroom was. He went upstairs and noted there were two hallways, one going straight and one going across from the top of the stairs. There were also several doors in each hallway. There was no way of telling where his room was. Before Harry could make the decision of which hallway to check first, he heard the clanging of a cup coming up the stairs. Harry turned to see a house elf coming up with a hot cup of tea in his or her hands. "Er. hello. I think I must have hit my head a while ago, where's my bedroom?" The house elf widened his eyes in surprise. 'But Master Harry," the house elf squeaked, "unless you're out playing Quidditch, you lock yourself in your bedroom. Now, how does Master Harry not remember where his room is?" " I hit my head on something hard a few minutes ago!!! So can you please show me where my room is??" The house elf's lower lip quivered, as if about to cry. 'Y.y.yes, this way, Master Harry. This cup is for Missus Lily anyway."
Harry followed the house elf down the vertical hallway and stopped by a partially open door. 'You first, Master Harry," the house elf said pleasantly. However, a woman was standing in the crack of the doorway. Lily was everything Harry thought his mother looked like. True, Harry had photos of her in the album Hagrid had given him at the end of his first year. Harry sometimes thought of how his mother would be in person, and his thoughts were precise. Lily smiled at the house elf as he handed her the tea. 'Thank you, Rodd. I don't need anything else right now, so you may go now. Harry. please come in, I need to speak to you for a moment."
Harry smiled at Rodd before entering his room, wondering what his mother would have to say to him. she didn't sound so happy. Lily sat down at a chair by a desk and waved her hand around the clean, spotless room. ' I did this all by magic, but it took me a whole 15 minutes to complete!" She gave Harry a disappointing frown. " I did find many interesting things lying around. this for instance." She held a notebook that was lying on the desk. " Harry, I'm assuming this is a journal. You wouldn't mind if I read it, would you?" With a grin on her face, she started to open the notebook. But before she could read it, Harry grabbed it from her. 'No reading mum, it just might have stuff written in it that you don't want to read," he said hastily. Lily laughed. " Even if I am your mother, I'll still respect your privacy. you know I would never read it."
Even then, Harry put the notebook away in his backpack. 'Dad said you have to go to the Ministry soon. What for?" 'Harry, you now what department I'm the head of! Department of Mysteries, remember?" Harry nodded. 'Harry, I'm so sorry that I'm not spending as much time as I used to. It's just that developing those new spells hasn't gone very well and I need to be there to keep everything under control. It's like being a prefect, but harder. I'm surprised you didn't become one. I wonder why Dumbledore didn't make you a prefect. Well, now that you have your own journal, your father and I are giving you some of our many old journals. They're already there on your bed. Now, don't go losing them all like your Quidditch equipment." "Mum. that's okay. it's better having you here sometimes than never."
Lily glanced at her watch. "Harry, I really must go now. things will get worse the later I get there." She kissed Harry on the forehead, then stepped back in surprise when James apparated into Harry's bedroom. " Is there going to be a goodbye for me?" Harry went to his bed to put the notebooks away in his backpack while Lily and James said good-bye and turned around again when he was certain they were done. 'Bye Harry," Lily said, then she apparated. After that, James turned to Harry. 'Harry, ready to go? Your equipment's already at the pitch, you know," James said. "
Dad, actually, I saw the Muggles go down somewhere. Where they going?" 'There's a town-wide pool party, but we have our own pool. Would you rather swim in the backyard rather than play Quidditch? I don't mind." "Yes, it feels like ages since I've last gone swimming," Harry answered. " Okay. And by the way, you have some letters." he reached in his pocket and pulled some packets of parchment out of his pocket. Harry took them from James. "I'll see you later then, dad." James disapparated.
Harry was relieved that his dad didn't force him to play Quidditch; he didn't want to think of what would happen if he strayed away from where the spell was being performed. Harry took a glance at the envelopes he had just gotten. None of the handwriting resembled Ron's or Hermione's. Perhaps he had different friends with his parents still alive. Did being famous for defeating Voldemort long ago really affect his whole entire life? Harry sat on his bed and read his first letter.
Harry, It's been so long since we've kept contact, ever since we got off the Hogwarts Express. It'd be lovely to see you again. I miss you so much!!!! Let me know the soonest time you're available so we can get together!
Love, Susan
"Okay. I think I have a girl after me named Susan." Harry thought as he put that aside and picked up the second letter.
Harry, I hear Susan's still going after you, way to go!!!! She's crazy about you. you'd best look out for yourself. I suspect she might know where you live now. hope that she doesn't. I'd pity you if she went after you over summer holiday. There are rumors going around that you might be Quidditch captain next year, what do you think of that? Either you or any of those three Weasleys, whoever they are. Must go now, my dad's calling me. I'm going to the pitch. Will you be there? How about some Potter vs. Black there?
Chris
Harry grinned when he realized that Chris would have been Sirius' son. Who would have Sirius married anyway? Harry put the letters away and started looking around the room's cabinets for his swimming shorts. He found and changed into them in less than fifteen minutes. Before he left the room, he looked around and knew that his mom would be pleased to know that his room was still clean after all that searching.
He went back downstairs and went in the direction to what he hoped was towards the backyard. It was surprisingly easy to find it. James was sitting on the porch looking through some papers. "Dad, you're going in too, right?" James sighed as he put his glasses back on. 'These papers just came in from the Ministry and need to get signed right away. This work is just too much. Let me tell you, I can't wait until I can announce our retirement in September." Harry was confused. 'Er. dad. how old are you again?" 'Thirty-four, I know you know that. Why are you asking?" " Well, it just seems awfully early to retire." "Harry, your grandparents worked hard enough for money that'll benefit our family line for the next two or three generations. just go and swim now, enjoy yourself.' James shooed Harry away then went right back to the Ministry papers.
Harry disappointedly went along to the pool. As he floated on the surface, he made conclusions up in his mind. He had wished to be with his parents for as long as he could remember. But now that it happened, he wished that he hadn't. Yes, his mom and dad were good people, but they were too majorly involved with the Ministry. Also, it was too calm and quiet, compared to what Harry had lived through with the Dursleys. Life was so different. Harry couldn't imagine not having Ron and Hermione as his best friends. Then Harry heard footsteps coming towards him.
'Dad?" "Harry? Are you okay?" "Yeah." "You're not coming down with a fever or anything else? You're usually wild and crazy when you go swimming." "Not to the best of my memory." "No, I know you too well, you're naturally overall wild and crazy." Looking for an excuse to get out of the situation, he coughed violently, got out of the pool and rushed straight into the clock. He glanced at the clock, seeing that the spell would be undone in 15 minutes. Not wanting to be returning back in his swimming shorts, he hastily dried himself up and changed back into his clothes. Harry then grabbed his backpack and went back downstairs.
James was standing at the side of the stairs, clearly not in the best of moods. "Harry, I'm your dad, you can tell me things. What is it that's making you act so peculiar?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Harry firmly stood his ground. 'So this is what it would be like if mom and dad were alive,' he thought. He then went back to the study, James followed him from behind. "You know what, Harry? Try me." Harry winced. His dad would probably suspect Dark Magic in his own son if he told him the truth. " Er- well, I hit my head on something hard on the way home. to the best of my memory. Maybe it affected my personality," he said rather timidly. James nodded. " I think that's somewhat believable. See, I told you. Now, why'd you get out of the pool so soon?"
"Oh, that. I planned on spending a short amount of time here anyway. I'm going out again, probably just downtown." "Okay, I'll join you downtown when I'm ready. I just need to finish some Ministry work." Harry then came up with an idea. 'So, you're putting work before your own son? That really hurt my feelings." Harry started making his way for the front door. "Harry, you know what? You're right, I'll do the paperwork later. Just wait for a minute, okay?" James disapparated. Harry sat down on the leather couch in the study and waited. I minute later, James apparated by his side. "Ready to go?" "Ready for ages." Harry opened the front door. Bt as soon as he did so, a bright light flashed. The spell was over.
Note: Okay, I previously asked for ten reviews. But I put this up anyway. due to the advice of my mom. Thanks to the people who reviewed Part One!!!! I hope you guys liked Part Two. do you guys think it sounded real enough?? Let me know.
-panaginip02
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Chapter Six Part Two
The sensation left Harry as he stepped further into the house. It was relatively quiet; perhaps he was all alone in the house? Harry looked around the entry hall, where he was standing. To his left was a closet, nothing to his right, straight ahead was a wide hallway, along with a stairway going up to the next floor. He walked to the right of the stairs into a study room. The room was empty. "Hello? Mum? Dad? Are either of you home?" Glancing around the study, his eyes fell upon a large mirror on the wall. "If my parents were alive, Voldemort would have never killed them and tried to kill me..." he said out loud. Then with realization, he ran over to the mirror to check his forehead. His scar was no longer there. "Whoa, this feels way too real. I wonder how much changed..." he stopped when he heard footsteps coming towards him.
Whirling around to see who it was, he saw right in front of him a man somewhere in his 30's, black scraggly hair.. though four inches taller they might've been mistaken for twins except for the height difference and Harry's eyes. James had an amused expression on his face. "Harry, you've been talking to yourself again." Flustered, Harry said, "Oh- sorry, dad. Er... where's mum? I've been looking for her." "Your mum's cleaning up after you. Harry, you're nearly 15 years old now. Can't you just grow up? Well go hurry up... she has to go back to the Ministry in a few minutes. Want to go the pitch afterwards? That is, if I'm not busy." Harry's eyes lit up. Pitch surely meant Quidditch! "How could I say no to that?" Harry said with a grin. "See you outside then." James walked out of the room and out of sight.
Then Harry realized he hadn't the slightest idea of where his bedroom was. He went upstairs and noted there were two hallways, one going straight and one going across from the top of the stairs. There were also several doors in each hallway. There was no way of telling where his room was. Before Harry could make the decision of which hallway to check first, he heard the clanging of a cup coming up the stairs. Harry turned to see a house elf coming up with a hot cup of tea in his or her hands. "Er. hello. I think I must have hit my head a while ago, where's my bedroom?" The house elf widened his eyes in surprise. 'But Master Harry," the house elf squeaked, "unless you're out playing Quidditch, you lock yourself in your bedroom. Now, how does Master Harry not remember where his room is?" " I hit my head on something hard a few minutes ago!!! So can you please show me where my room is??" The house elf's lower lip quivered, as if about to cry. 'Y.y.yes, this way, Master Harry. This cup is for Missus Lily anyway."
Harry followed the house elf down the vertical hallway and stopped by a partially open door. 'You first, Master Harry," the house elf said pleasantly. However, a woman was standing in the crack of the doorway. Lily was everything Harry thought his mother looked like. True, Harry had photos of her in the album Hagrid had given him at the end of his first year. Harry sometimes thought of how his mother would be in person, and his thoughts were precise. Lily smiled at the house elf as he handed her the tea. 'Thank you, Rodd. I don't need anything else right now, so you may go now. Harry. please come in, I need to speak to you for a moment."
Harry smiled at Rodd before entering his room, wondering what his mother would have to say to him. she didn't sound so happy. Lily sat down at a chair by a desk and waved her hand around the clean, spotless room. ' I did this all by magic, but it took me a whole 15 minutes to complete!" She gave Harry a disappointing frown. " I did find many interesting things lying around. this for instance." She held a notebook that was lying on the desk. " Harry, I'm assuming this is a journal. You wouldn't mind if I read it, would you?" With a grin on her face, she started to open the notebook. But before she could read it, Harry grabbed it from her. 'No reading mum, it just might have stuff written in it that you don't want to read," he said hastily. Lily laughed. " Even if I am your mother, I'll still respect your privacy. you know I would never read it."
Even then, Harry put the notebook away in his backpack. 'Dad said you have to go to the Ministry soon. What for?" 'Harry, you now what department I'm the head of! Department of Mysteries, remember?" Harry nodded. 'Harry, I'm so sorry that I'm not spending as much time as I used to. It's just that developing those new spells hasn't gone very well and I need to be there to keep everything under control. It's like being a prefect, but harder. I'm surprised you didn't become one. I wonder why Dumbledore didn't make you a prefect. Well, now that you have your own journal, your father and I are giving you some of our many old journals. They're already there on your bed. Now, don't go losing them all like your Quidditch equipment." "Mum. that's okay. it's better having you here sometimes than never."
Lily glanced at her watch. "Harry, I really must go now. things will get worse the later I get there." She kissed Harry on the forehead, then stepped back in surprise when James apparated into Harry's bedroom. " Is there going to be a goodbye for me?" Harry went to his bed to put the notebooks away in his backpack while Lily and James said good-bye and turned around again when he was certain they were done. 'Bye Harry," Lily said, then she apparated. After that, James turned to Harry. 'Harry, ready to go? Your equipment's already at the pitch, you know," James said. "
Dad, actually, I saw the Muggles go down somewhere. Where they going?" 'There's a town-wide pool party, but we have our own pool. Would you rather swim in the backyard rather than play Quidditch? I don't mind." "Yes, it feels like ages since I've last gone swimming," Harry answered. " Okay. And by the way, you have some letters." he reached in his pocket and pulled some packets of parchment out of his pocket. Harry took them from James. "I'll see you later then, dad." James disapparated.
Harry was relieved that his dad didn't force him to play Quidditch; he didn't want to think of what would happen if he strayed away from where the spell was being performed. Harry took a glance at the envelopes he had just gotten. None of the handwriting resembled Ron's or Hermione's. Perhaps he had different friends with his parents still alive. Did being famous for defeating Voldemort long ago really affect his whole entire life? Harry sat on his bed and read his first letter.
Harry, It's been so long since we've kept contact, ever since we got off the Hogwarts Express. It'd be lovely to see you again. I miss you so much!!!! Let me know the soonest time you're available so we can get together!
Love, Susan
"Okay. I think I have a girl after me named Susan." Harry thought as he put that aside and picked up the second letter.
Harry, I hear Susan's still going after you, way to go!!!! She's crazy about you. you'd best look out for yourself. I suspect she might know where you live now. hope that she doesn't. I'd pity you if she went after you over summer holiday. There are rumors going around that you might be Quidditch captain next year, what do you think of that? Either you or any of those three Weasleys, whoever they are. Must go now, my dad's calling me. I'm going to the pitch. Will you be there? How about some Potter vs. Black there?
Chris
Harry grinned when he realized that Chris would have been Sirius' son. Who would have Sirius married anyway? Harry put the letters away and started looking around the room's cabinets for his swimming shorts. He found and changed into them in less than fifteen minutes. Before he left the room, he looked around and knew that his mom would be pleased to know that his room was still clean after all that searching.
He went back downstairs and went in the direction to what he hoped was towards the backyard. It was surprisingly easy to find it. James was sitting on the porch looking through some papers. "Dad, you're going in too, right?" James sighed as he put his glasses back on. 'These papers just came in from the Ministry and need to get signed right away. This work is just too much. Let me tell you, I can't wait until I can announce our retirement in September." Harry was confused. 'Er. dad. how old are you again?" 'Thirty-four, I know you know that. Why are you asking?" " Well, it just seems awfully early to retire." "Harry, your grandparents worked hard enough for money that'll benefit our family line for the next two or three generations. just go and swim now, enjoy yourself.' James shooed Harry away then went right back to the Ministry papers.
Harry disappointedly went along to the pool. As he floated on the surface, he made conclusions up in his mind. He had wished to be with his parents for as long as he could remember. But now that it happened, he wished that he hadn't. Yes, his mom and dad were good people, but they were too majorly involved with the Ministry. Also, it was too calm and quiet, compared to what Harry had lived through with the Dursleys. Life was so different. Harry couldn't imagine not having Ron and Hermione as his best friends. Then Harry heard footsteps coming towards him.
'Dad?" "Harry? Are you okay?" "Yeah." "You're not coming down with a fever or anything else? You're usually wild and crazy when you go swimming." "Not to the best of my memory." "No, I know you too well, you're naturally overall wild and crazy." Looking for an excuse to get out of the situation, he coughed violently, got out of the pool and rushed straight into the clock. He glanced at the clock, seeing that the spell would be undone in 15 minutes. Not wanting to be returning back in his swimming shorts, he hastily dried himself up and changed back into his clothes. Harry then grabbed his backpack and went back downstairs.
James was standing at the side of the stairs, clearly not in the best of moods. "Harry, I'm your dad, you can tell me things. What is it that's making you act so peculiar?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Harry firmly stood his ground. 'So this is what it would be like if mom and dad were alive,' he thought. He then went back to the study, James followed him from behind. "You know what, Harry? Try me." Harry winced. His dad would probably suspect Dark Magic in his own son if he told him the truth. " Er- well, I hit my head on something hard on the way home. to the best of my memory. Maybe it affected my personality," he said rather timidly. James nodded. " I think that's somewhat believable. See, I told you. Now, why'd you get out of the pool so soon?"
"Oh, that. I planned on spending a short amount of time here anyway. I'm going out again, probably just downtown." "Okay, I'll join you downtown when I'm ready. I just need to finish some Ministry work." Harry then came up with an idea. 'So, you're putting work before your own son? That really hurt my feelings." Harry started making his way for the front door. "Harry, you know what? You're right, I'll do the paperwork later. Just wait for a minute, okay?" James disapparated. Harry sat down on the leather couch in the study and waited. I minute later, James apparated by his side. "Ready to go?" "Ready for ages." Harry opened the front door. Bt as soon as he did so, a bright light flashed. The spell was over.
Note: Okay, I previously asked for ten reviews. But I put this up anyway. due to the advice of my mom. Thanks to the people who reviewed Part One!!!! I hope you guys liked Part Two. do you guys think it sounded real enough?? Let me know.
-panaginip02