Thank you to the two people who reviewed! Please review if you haven't..even if it is constructive criticism, I enjoy that too. This is kind of a story off of Draco Dormiens. If you don't enjoy sappiness and Harry crying, then don't read this part. Sorry if my idea of Harry's parent's Wedding Album is a little off..that's how I think it. Enjoy! and R/R please!
***
Harry watched Draco enter his own bedroom, shooting a curious glance at Hermione before closing the bedroom door shut behind him. " What was Malfoy doing here?" he asked.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. " He..he was showing me how to open your door. The knobs are so different from the ones at my own house, I got confused," she said in a rush.
Harry looked at her oddly before walking over to his closet. He opened it, knelt down, and half his body disappeared inside as he rummaged for something in the back.
" What are you looking for, Harry?" Hermione asked, taking a seat on his bed.
Harry didn't answer, instead he pulled out a large green and gold trunk, shoving it across the floor so Hermione could see as well.
" It's your Hogwarts trunk!" she exclaimed in awe, remembering how the chest always stood at the foot of Harry's bed.
Harry nodded and took out a rusty gold key from under the mattress. He unlocked the trunk and opened it, it's hinges groaning and creaking as if it hadn't been opened in awhile.
Hermione leaned in closer, peering inside. On the top of the pile of items were all of Harry's Hogwarts books, a few eagle feather quills, and a couple pieces of parchment. Hermione frowned, realizing that Harry hadn't done his holiday work yet. She, on the other hand, had finished it on the second day back from Hogwarts, with more pages than required.
" Harry, would you like help with your homework?" she asked. " Because I finished mine much earlier and I certainly could help you with yours."
Harry chuckled and glanced up at her, sitting on his haunches. His eyes twinkled as he smiled.
" Mione," he said affectionately, leaning over to chuck her under the chin. " You're my girlfriend, not my tutor." He gave her a quick kiss before sitting back down again.
Hermione blushed at the compliment, and continued to watch as Harry placed his books on the floor. What appeared next in the trunk Harry's Invisibility Cloak, which used to belong to his father. Dumbledore had given it to him during their first year at Hogwarts. Harry absently set the cloak aside as well and took out an empty owl cage.
" I forgot about this!" he said cheerfully, setting it aside on the floor. The cage belonged to Harry's snowy white owl, Hedwig. She had accompanied him to the new house, but soon after had flown off to deliver a letter to Dumbledore, and had not showed up since.
" Harry, it's your Magmum 3000!" Hermione exclaimed in delight, reaching over and picking the broomstick out of the pile gently. The Magmum 3000 had been given to Harry as a gift from Siriuse, Hermione, and Ron who each pitched in their share to present to Harry on his birthday. The broomstick was the best one ever made so far.
" She's a beaut," Harry added, reaching over to touch the broomstick handle. He and Hermione continued to go through item after item, and, after making piles of Hogwarts robes, extra wands, a couple ink bottles, some Shooting Snaps, a sugar quill, and more items he had accumalated from Hogsmeade and throughout the year, Harry finally pulled out what he was looking for: a large, lacy, photo album.
" It's your parent's wedding album," Hermione realized, as Harry held it as he sat down next to her. He opened it to the first page, and laid it on Hermione's lap so they could both see it.
The picture Hermione had seen in the upstair's hallway was now facing up at them, a smaller replica of it. Still, James and Lily Potter smiled and waved happily.
Hermione sat still as she watched Harry trace his finger along the outline of his parent's faces. She rested her head gently on his shoulder and patted him on the arm, comfortingly. Kissing him on the cheek, she waited until Harry turned to the next page.
***
My mum, Harry told himself after he had flipped to the next page of the photo album. The first picture was of Lily Potter, standing by herself in her wedding gown, holding up a slim glass of champaigne. She smiled, showing off the dimple Harry also had in his left cheek. He watched as she raised her champaigne glass and mouthed the words , Hello everyone!
" Hello mum," he muttered, his gaze moving down to the next picture.
" Oh Harry.." Hermione murmered next to him.
He jumped, forgetting that she was even there. Giving Hermione a wary smile, he studied the next picture, which displayed James and Lily dancing, grinning madly at each other.
" They look very happy, Harry," Hermione said, touching his arm.
" They were," Harry replied. " Until Voldemort killed 'em," he added, choking on his words.
Hermione fell silent as Harry turned to the next page. Here, James was arm in arm with Sirius, his best man giving him bunny ears behind his head. He smiled sadly. At least he still had Sirius. The people in the picture proceded to beat each other up playfully, until Lily came rushing over, her mouth set in a stern line. When she glanced at James, and then at Sirius, she burst out laughing.
Hermione let out a small giggle next to him, and Harry couldn't help but smile. He wrapped the arm not holding the album around her shoulders and gave her a quick squeeze. It was comforting to know that she was right by him.
The next picture made Harry clench his fingers tightly into fists. Anger boiled within him, bubbling over and filling his whole body. He tensed up, his jaw set, the picture going in and out of focus as he tried to stay calm. The small, slightly round, Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, the one who had spilled the Secret to Voldemort, who in turn killed his parents, was sitting next to Lily and James at a table, smiling. James then leaned over and put his arm around Peter, waving.
" Oh Harry.." Hermione mumbled again, this time in a different tone. She saw it too. Peter had flinched, spots of red forming on his face, and practically forced himself to look up into the camera.
" That damn Wormtail.." Harry snapped, scratching Peter's face with the tip of his fingernail.
" He was a spy all along, Hermione! He told Voldemort where my parents were hiding..and he killed them! He damn killed them, Hermione! My parents-" Harry stopped, catching his breath, and realized tears were now spilling down his cheeks. He took a deep breath and continued. " My parents probably died, thinking Sirius spilled the secret, when all along it was that ruddy Pettigrew!" His voice had grown an octave by the end of his sentence.
" Harry...Harry..it's alright. Calm down," Hermione said frantically, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. She kissed his forehead. " I know what he did, Harry," she whispered, patting his back. " Calm down, Harry.."
Harry hugged Hermione, clutching her to him as close as he could. He needed the support; he felt as if he was going to break down any minute now..And then he did. He start to cry, sobbing into Hermione's shoulder, wetting her blouse. His body shook violently as tears streamed down his cheeks, blurring his glasses and spilling down his chin and onto the floor.
" I'll never see them again, Hermione! Ever! Because of him! I should have killed him.." he blubbered, referring to the time when, during their third year at Hogwarts, he, Hermione, and Ron had realized that the ugly rat Ron had as a pet was actually Peter Pettigrew, in Animagi form. Afterwards Harry had the choice to kill Peter then or turn him in to the Ministry, and he had stupidly decided to turn him in instead of letting Lupin and Sirius kill him right then and there. Then, in the midst of confusion, Peter turned back into a rat and scampered off, returning to Voldemort and continuing to assist him.
" It's not your fault, Harry!" Hermione insisted, hugging him. " It's not, Harry! You realized that before, but you can't decide it is just because of a stupid picture! It's not your fault, Harry!"
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but the two were interrupted by a loud, forceful knocking at the door.
" Harry? Hermione?" came Sirius' voice from the other side of the door. " Are you two in there?" He knocked again.
Harry, being unable to speak at the moment, pulled away from Hermione and sat, facing the window.
" We're in here, Sirius!" Hermione called. She hurried to the door and opened it a crack. " We're in the middle of something though.."
" Oh..oh, I see." Sirius chuckled. " Just checking. Forgive me.."
Hermione closed the door again and stepped towards Harry cautiously. " Will you be all right now, Harry?" she asked.
Harry nodded mutely, lacing his fingers together. He sighed and looked off into the distance, watching birds fly off and the sun set in the background. He turned his head to look at Hermione, who was standing awkwardly a distance away from him, looking concerned.
" You're lucky, Mione," he said, voice cracking.
Hermione wrinkled her nose and took a couple steps towards him. " Why's that?"
" Your parents are alive," he muttered, before turning away again.
***
Harry watched Draco enter his own bedroom, shooting a curious glance at Hermione before closing the bedroom door shut behind him. " What was Malfoy doing here?" he asked.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. " He..he was showing me how to open your door. The knobs are so different from the ones at my own house, I got confused," she said in a rush.
Harry looked at her oddly before walking over to his closet. He opened it, knelt down, and half his body disappeared inside as he rummaged for something in the back.
" What are you looking for, Harry?" Hermione asked, taking a seat on his bed.
Harry didn't answer, instead he pulled out a large green and gold trunk, shoving it across the floor so Hermione could see as well.
" It's your Hogwarts trunk!" she exclaimed in awe, remembering how the chest always stood at the foot of Harry's bed.
Harry nodded and took out a rusty gold key from under the mattress. He unlocked the trunk and opened it, it's hinges groaning and creaking as if it hadn't been opened in awhile.
Hermione leaned in closer, peering inside. On the top of the pile of items were all of Harry's Hogwarts books, a few eagle feather quills, and a couple pieces of parchment. Hermione frowned, realizing that Harry hadn't done his holiday work yet. She, on the other hand, had finished it on the second day back from Hogwarts, with more pages than required.
" Harry, would you like help with your homework?" she asked. " Because I finished mine much earlier and I certainly could help you with yours."
Harry chuckled and glanced up at her, sitting on his haunches. His eyes twinkled as he smiled.
" Mione," he said affectionately, leaning over to chuck her under the chin. " You're my girlfriend, not my tutor." He gave her a quick kiss before sitting back down again.
Hermione blushed at the compliment, and continued to watch as Harry placed his books on the floor. What appeared next in the trunk Harry's Invisibility Cloak, which used to belong to his father. Dumbledore had given it to him during their first year at Hogwarts. Harry absently set the cloak aside as well and took out an empty owl cage.
" I forgot about this!" he said cheerfully, setting it aside on the floor. The cage belonged to Harry's snowy white owl, Hedwig. She had accompanied him to the new house, but soon after had flown off to deliver a letter to Dumbledore, and had not showed up since.
" Harry, it's your Magmum 3000!" Hermione exclaimed in delight, reaching over and picking the broomstick out of the pile gently. The Magmum 3000 had been given to Harry as a gift from Siriuse, Hermione, and Ron who each pitched in their share to present to Harry on his birthday. The broomstick was the best one ever made so far.
" She's a beaut," Harry added, reaching over to touch the broomstick handle. He and Hermione continued to go through item after item, and, after making piles of Hogwarts robes, extra wands, a couple ink bottles, some Shooting Snaps, a sugar quill, and more items he had accumalated from Hogsmeade and throughout the year, Harry finally pulled out what he was looking for: a large, lacy, photo album.
" It's your parent's wedding album," Hermione realized, as Harry held it as he sat down next to her. He opened it to the first page, and laid it on Hermione's lap so they could both see it.
The picture Hermione had seen in the upstair's hallway was now facing up at them, a smaller replica of it. Still, James and Lily Potter smiled and waved happily.
Hermione sat still as she watched Harry trace his finger along the outline of his parent's faces. She rested her head gently on his shoulder and patted him on the arm, comfortingly. Kissing him on the cheek, she waited until Harry turned to the next page.
***
My mum, Harry told himself after he had flipped to the next page of the photo album. The first picture was of Lily Potter, standing by herself in her wedding gown, holding up a slim glass of champaigne. She smiled, showing off the dimple Harry also had in his left cheek. He watched as she raised her champaigne glass and mouthed the words , Hello everyone!
" Hello mum," he muttered, his gaze moving down to the next picture.
" Oh Harry.." Hermione murmered next to him.
He jumped, forgetting that she was even there. Giving Hermione a wary smile, he studied the next picture, which displayed James and Lily dancing, grinning madly at each other.
" They look very happy, Harry," Hermione said, touching his arm.
" They were," Harry replied. " Until Voldemort killed 'em," he added, choking on his words.
Hermione fell silent as Harry turned to the next page. Here, James was arm in arm with Sirius, his best man giving him bunny ears behind his head. He smiled sadly. At least he still had Sirius. The people in the picture proceded to beat each other up playfully, until Lily came rushing over, her mouth set in a stern line. When she glanced at James, and then at Sirius, she burst out laughing.
Hermione let out a small giggle next to him, and Harry couldn't help but smile. He wrapped the arm not holding the album around her shoulders and gave her a quick squeeze. It was comforting to know that she was right by him.
The next picture made Harry clench his fingers tightly into fists. Anger boiled within him, bubbling over and filling his whole body. He tensed up, his jaw set, the picture going in and out of focus as he tried to stay calm. The small, slightly round, Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, the one who had spilled the Secret to Voldemort, who in turn killed his parents, was sitting next to Lily and James at a table, smiling. James then leaned over and put his arm around Peter, waving.
" Oh Harry.." Hermione mumbled again, this time in a different tone. She saw it too. Peter had flinched, spots of red forming on his face, and practically forced himself to look up into the camera.
" That damn Wormtail.." Harry snapped, scratching Peter's face with the tip of his fingernail.
" He was a spy all along, Hermione! He told Voldemort where my parents were hiding..and he killed them! He damn killed them, Hermione! My parents-" Harry stopped, catching his breath, and realized tears were now spilling down his cheeks. He took a deep breath and continued. " My parents probably died, thinking Sirius spilled the secret, when all along it was that ruddy Pettigrew!" His voice had grown an octave by the end of his sentence.
" Harry...Harry..it's alright. Calm down," Hermione said frantically, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. She kissed his forehead. " I know what he did, Harry," she whispered, patting his back. " Calm down, Harry.."
Harry hugged Hermione, clutching her to him as close as he could. He needed the support; he felt as if he was going to break down any minute now..And then he did. He start to cry, sobbing into Hermione's shoulder, wetting her blouse. His body shook violently as tears streamed down his cheeks, blurring his glasses and spilling down his chin and onto the floor.
" I'll never see them again, Hermione! Ever! Because of him! I should have killed him.." he blubbered, referring to the time when, during their third year at Hogwarts, he, Hermione, and Ron had realized that the ugly rat Ron had as a pet was actually Peter Pettigrew, in Animagi form. Afterwards Harry had the choice to kill Peter then or turn him in to the Ministry, and he had stupidly decided to turn him in instead of letting Lupin and Sirius kill him right then and there. Then, in the midst of confusion, Peter turned back into a rat and scampered off, returning to Voldemort and continuing to assist him.
" It's not your fault, Harry!" Hermione insisted, hugging him. " It's not, Harry! You realized that before, but you can't decide it is just because of a stupid picture! It's not your fault, Harry!"
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but the two were interrupted by a loud, forceful knocking at the door.
" Harry? Hermione?" came Sirius' voice from the other side of the door. " Are you two in there?" He knocked again.
Harry, being unable to speak at the moment, pulled away from Hermione and sat, facing the window.
" We're in here, Sirius!" Hermione called. She hurried to the door and opened it a crack. " We're in the middle of something though.."
" Oh..oh, I see." Sirius chuckled. " Just checking. Forgive me.."
Hermione closed the door again and stepped towards Harry cautiously. " Will you be all right now, Harry?" she asked.
Harry nodded mutely, lacing his fingers together. He sighed and looked off into the distance, watching birds fly off and the sun set in the background. He turned his head to look at Hermione, who was standing awkwardly a distance away from him, looking concerned.
" You're lucky, Mione," he said, voice cracking.
Hermione wrinkled her nose and took a couple steps towards him. " Why's that?"
" Your parents are alive," he muttered, before turning away again.