Ohmigosh, I feel so bad for not getting this chapter out sooner. ::gets on
her knees:: forgive me!!!
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The Power of Love
Chapter Three:Quidditch and Ginny Weasley
"Good morning, dear!" Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry as he entered the kitchen. "It's so wonderful to see you. I know that you've heard that more times than you can count over the past, my goodness! Has it really been a month?"
"It has. It's safe to say that this has been the best month of my life. Well, in the past nine years, anyway."
She smiled at him fondly.
"Mum! Guess what?"
Fred and George bounded into the kitchen, their broomsticks slung over their shoulders.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley eyed them warily.
"We know what we want to do to help Harry!" George exclaimed eagerly, stuffing a sausage into his mouth.
"Yeah! We were digging through his stuff in the attic and found his Firebolt!"
Firebolt…..the pictures began zooming through Harry's head again, this time of a shiny broomstick.
"That's a broomstick, right?"
The twins looked at him in surprise. "Yeah, yeah Harry. Here it is," Fred handed him a polished broomstick.
"We polished it, Mum. You wouldn't believe the dust on it! There had to be two inches at least!"
"Why do I need a broom? Would you like me to help you with the cleaning, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry offered politely.
"Clean? With a broom? Are you mad, Harry?" Fred and George were staring at him incredulously.
"Well, what else do you do with them?" Harry snapped angrily.
"Oh, jeeze, we're sorry, Harry." George apologized.
"Yeah, we'll tell you later." Fred turned his attention back to his mother. "Mum, we've gotten Oliver to take a break from coaching Puddlemere United, ("Which is a miracle," George added) and we called Katie and Alicia. We're going to spend the day playing like the old days. Harry's first team."
"Playing what? I've never been good at sports."
"Quidditch, Harry!"
Harry had to shut his eyes, there were so many pictures flashing across his mind.
"Four balls, seven players," Harry mumbled.
"D'you remember it?" George asked anxiously.
"Yes- there are four balls, seven players- Keeper, Chasers, Beaters, and Seeker."
"Oh, good!" Fred beamed. "Yes, they should get here soon, Mum."
"Oh, boys! How perfect!" Molly gushed, pride etched on her face.
"Fred, George! Where is he?" Two very pretty women were standing in the doorway.
The twins left the kitchen to greet them.
"Katie! Alicia! How good of you-"
"Shut up, Fred. Where is he?"
Harry walked out of the kitchen slowly.
"Oh-oh Harry!" Both girls began sobbing and they flung themselves at Harry. He staggered under their weight. Fred and George wiggled their eyebrows at him and he grinned.
"Oh, dear God, you weren't lying," A man who looked to be a few years older than Harry and very burly was standing in the doorway, clutching his heart.
"Oliver!" George and Fred rushed forward to shake his hand, and Katie and Alicia finally moved off of Harry and hugged Oliver as well. Angelina came downstairs and joined in the hugging as well. Harry cautiously walked up behind them. Oliver spotted him and stuck his hand out.
"Good to have you back, Potter," he said hoarsely.
Harry shook his hand, and the team stood there, beaming at Harry, until Oliver broke the silence.
"Well, team, let's go!" He marched outside to the Weasley's Quidditch pitch.
"Oliver, I explained to you about Harry's-er-condition, right?" Oliver nodded grimly at Fred. "Well, this is going to be like a first lesson for Harry."
"But Oliver, we can't think of anyone better to teach him than you," Angelina said honestly.
Oliver smiled at them happily.
"Alright, then! Harry, let's start you out. I expect you're a bit rusty, nine years of not playing can do that to you," he looked horrified of the mere thought. "Now, but your leg over the broom like this." Oliver demonstrated by straddling his broom. The team and Harry followed his example.
"Now, you want to kick off like this!" He kicked his feet off the ground and soared into the air. Harry gripped his broom tightly and kicked off.
It was the most amazing feeling. He was flying-really flying-and he loved it. He felt a whirl of memories came back to him, and he loved it. He knew exactly what to do.
"Let the snitch out!" He called to Oliver. Everyone's heads jerked his way.
"Harry, are you-normal?" George flew over to him and asked anxiously. Everyone else had crowded behind him and looked extremally hopeful. He still couldn't remember who he was, but he remembered Quidditch and everything to do with it with amazing clarity. When he explained this to them, they all whooped in joy.
"Alright then, lets go to it!" Oliver called, and the ex-Gryffindor team had the best practice in their history. After Harry had caught the snitch for the umpteenth time, Mrs. Weasley emerged from the house with their pick- nick lunch. They chatted for hours on their games, especially the Quidditch finals in Harry's third year against Slytherin and Wood's last year at Hogwarts. Harry recalled everything, from beating Malfoy to the snitch (the mention of Draco Malfoy had Harry reeling with the pictures, and he was able to remember his old nemesis clearly) to raising the huge Quidditch cup proudly in front of the entire school.
The wonderful day came to a close, and there was a tearful goodbye when the team had to leave. Oliver told Harry that he would owl him with the dates of his team's tryouts anxiously.
Harry trooped upstairs, his trusty broom slung over his shoulder, a happy grin on his face. As he neared Ron's room, he heard two raised voices from inside. He recognized those voices-Ron's and Hermione's. He was about to open the door and break up their argument, when he heard his name. Interest piqued, he put a Hearing Charm on the door so he would be able to hear what they were talking about.
"-makes no sense to tell Harry, 'Mione! He wouldn't even remember her name!"
"Ron, for the last time, he is-was-in love with her! Of course he will!"
"Harry was not in love with my sister!" Ron insisted stubbornly.
A sister…..Ron has a sister? Harry couldn't remember meeting a sister that wasn't one of Ron's in-laws…..
"Yes he was! He told her he was right before he went off to battle Voldemort!"
The pictures returned with the name Voldemort-he was a dark wizard that had some connection with Harry…..what was that connection? Harry racked his brain. He needed someone to tell him.
The voices resumed, and Harry leaned forward, eager to hear more about Ron's mysterious sister.
"Hermione, he would have told me! He would have bloody told me if he woke up one morning and said to himself, 'Gee, I think I'm in love with my best friend's sister!'" Ron insisted hotly.
This is what Harry had been wondering, really wondering about. Had he been in love with someone? When he had dated other women, none had felt right. He would get a guilty tug in his heart, therefore making him dump the woman the next day. It was almost like he was cheating on another woman when he would date, but he knew for a fact that he wasn't.
"Ron, he couldn't!" Hermione hissed. "He knew that you would act all protective of her and blow up at him!"
"Fine, Hermione, if you're so sure, lets go and find him. We'll say her name, but it won't do any good!"
Harry heard footsteps approaching the door, and he quickly ran around the corner. When he heard the door being wrenched open, he nonchalontly turned around the corner.
"Oh, hello Ron. I was just coming up to put my Firebolt up."
Ron grinned. "How was Quidditch?"
"Excellent. I remembered everything. Oliver is going to owl me when Seeker tryouts are for Puddlemere United."
"Cool. How's the Firebolt working? Still great?"
"Ron!" Hermione called impatiently from his bedroom.
"Right." Ron cleared his throat and they entered his room.
Hermione was sitting on Ron's old bed looking terribly anxious. Ron sat next to her, but Harry remained standing.
"Harry, there's another person that we haven't mentioned yet, because Ron here thought it wasn't necissary," Hermione glared at him, "but I do. Alright, here it goes." Hermione took a deep breath and Harry braced himself. "Ginny Weasley."
The whirl of colors was so bright that Harry was brought to his knees, and he was sure he would pass out. Finally, the pictures stopped, but lingered for a moment on an angel. She had golden red locks, large, warm brown eyes, and a creamy complexion. Then they faded all together and Harry opened his eyes.
Hermione and Ron were on the floor next to him. Hermione had the familiar maddeningly supirior look on her face, while Ron was looking dumbstruck.
"Oh, Harry! We've done it! We've found the key to getting you're memory back!" Hermione looked very excited.
"Yes, Hermione, I think that you are right. But you are forgetting one small thing." Ron was livid.
"What's that, dear?" Hermione asked absently.
"WE CAN'T FIND MY BLOODY SISTER! IN CASE YOU HAD FORGOTTEN, SHE DISSAPEARED ONE YEAR AGO!" he exploded.
Hermione looked very taken aback.
"Well, yes Ron, I know that, but when has it ever stopped us before?"
"HERMIONE! WE-CAN-NOT-FIND-HER! If the damn M.L.E.S can't find her, we sure as hell wont be able to!"
"Wait a minute! You're telling me that the key to getting my memory back, not to mention the woman I LOVE, is missing?!" Harry was thunderstruck.
"Ron, darling, maybe you are forgetting what department I'm head of?" Hermione said innocently.
He looked sheepish. "Oh, right."
"What department?" Harry asked anxiously.
"The Department of Magical Transportation." She said matter of factly.
Harry looked at her blankly.
"It deals with Apparating, broom travel, anything that has to do with means of transportation."
"The largest department in the ministry!" Ron said proudly.
Hermione blushed and looked at her hands.
"So, when do we start?" Harry asked eagerly, rubbing his own hands together.
"I suppose we should start sometime soon!" Hermione said brightly, getting on her feet. "We have to go find Harry and Emma, they're playing with Caitlin. Well, rather, Emma is playing with Caitlin, Harry is probably off reading."
Harry grinned. "Is he really like me?"
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry sadly. "In every way. He's very brave, but quiet at the same time." Hermione said softly.
"He reads all the time. A five year old!" Ron said. "He takes after his mum on that one. We're hoping he'll have your Quidditch skills! I saw you on the field today, mate. You looked as though you hadn't ever gone a day without playing!"
Harry grinned. "Thanks."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, hugging him tightly. "We're so glad you're here!"
~*~*~*~*
The next morning came, and Harry looked foreward to another great day at his new home. He felt bad for not telling Cal, his Muggle friend, where he was, and he intended on doing it sometime, as for when, he didn't know. He knew he must be all over the Muggle news: "John Garrison Disappears!" or something to that effect.
Harry had tried Apparating from the kitchen to the living room and was very pleased to note that he could still do it. He started small, finally Apparating to the Hogwarts gates and back, so as not to get splinched.
He went down to the kitchen and was surprised to see Ron and Hermione there. They looked up at him, little Harry in Hermione's arms, and beamed.
"Harry-well, we wanted it to be more ceremonial-" Hermione began.
"Oh, just tell him, Mione!" Ron interrupted excitedly.
"Well, we were going to do this originally, because, of course, you are our best friend, and we wish more than anything that you could have been at our wedding." Hermione's smile turned rather sad here, but shortly came back full force. "Harry, we want you to be Harry's Godfather."
Harry's jaw dropped. "You-want…want me to?" He asked incredulously.
"Of course!" Ron said, looking disbelieving, "who else would I ask but my best mate?" He clapped Harry on the shoulder affectionately.
"Will you?" Hermione asked pleadingly.
"Of course I will!" Harry burst.
"Harry, this is your godfather, dear. He has your name! Isn't that neat?" Hermione asked her small son, her cinnoman colored eyes shining with tears.
The five-year-old scruntinized Harry closely.
"He has my name, Mummy?" He asked his mother, tearing his eyes away from Harry.
"Yes darling, he does." Hermione beamed.
"Can I hold him?" Harry asked timidly.
"Of course you can. Sweetheart, is it all right if Harry holds you?"
Harry looked at his godfather closely once more, then grinned and stretched his arms out toward Harry.
Harry smiled and took his godchild, who was surprisingly light for his age, and Hermione was right: he looked almost exactly like Harry except his eyes were bright blue and his hair was brown. Otherwise, they looked the same.
"You have my name." The five-year-old stated plainly.
"You're right, I do. But wouldn't that mean that you had my name?" Harry asked, grinning at the little boy.
"No, you have my name because I was named first."
"Oh really?" Harry chuckled.
"Harry! Are you at home?" A deep voice boomed from the living room. Harry grinned.
"We're in the kitchen, Sirius!" He called.
Sirius strode through the door and eyed Harry holding the five-year-old Harry.
"Harry! How are you?" He asked.
"I'm fine Sirius. Have you met Harry?" Harry asked.
Sirius looked disbeleiving. "Of course I have! I met him when he was a day old!"
"No, have you met my godson Harry?"
Sirius looked back and forth between the two Harry's and then he whooped in joy.
"I was wondering when you two were going to ask him!" He grinned and Ron and Hermione, then he lifted Harry from the older Harry's arms.
"Harry, do you know what this means?" he asked the five-year-old excitedly.
Harry giggled. "What, Uncle Sirius?"
"I'm your great-godfather!" He proclaimed loudly.
"No, your not! Harry's my great godfather!" Harry giggled.
"Yes, but I'm Harry's godfather, so that makes me your great godfather!" Sirius exclaimed. "Harry," he turned to older Harry. "I wanted to tell you that they are holding a dinner in your honor next week!"
"What? Why?"
"Because of what you did! Killing Voldemort and all that! You know!" Sirius said. He gently placed Harry on the floor and he scampered off.
"Whoa! That's so cool, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry beamed. "I just hope they don't want me to recount the tale!" He joked.
"Speaking of, Harry," Hermione said, suddenly buisness-like. "We should start our search tomorrow."
Sirius looked perplexed. "Search?"
Hermione explained the whole story to Sirius, concluding with, "And we are going to search for Ginny in my department, or course-you know that we record every single Apparation?"
"Yes, I think I've heard that." He sighed and looked at all three of them. "So you think that Ginny is the key?"
"Well, we've tried everything else," Ron said.
"And plus, we got the biggest reaction out of him when we said her name." Hermione added.
"I hope it works." Sirius said sadly. "I really hope it works."
I apologize for this chapter if it sucked!!! I'm really sorry if it did! I think it does. Anyway, tell me your opinion by reviewing!
Bella
Chocolate Chips~ Love ya tons, Lils! My stories would be nothing if it weren't for you! You're so awesome, thanks for being my Beta Reader!
Mrs. Nutbag~ No, I have NO DESIRE at ALL to be Mr. Nutbag, thank you very much. The same goes for you- if you weren't my beta, my stories would suck horribly! Love ya bunches Karol!
The Power of Love
Chapter Three:Quidditch and Ginny Weasley
"Good morning, dear!" Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry as he entered the kitchen. "It's so wonderful to see you. I know that you've heard that more times than you can count over the past, my goodness! Has it really been a month?"
"It has. It's safe to say that this has been the best month of my life. Well, in the past nine years, anyway."
She smiled at him fondly.
"Mum! Guess what?"
Fred and George bounded into the kitchen, their broomsticks slung over their shoulders.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley eyed them warily.
"We know what we want to do to help Harry!" George exclaimed eagerly, stuffing a sausage into his mouth.
"Yeah! We were digging through his stuff in the attic and found his Firebolt!"
Firebolt…..the pictures began zooming through Harry's head again, this time of a shiny broomstick.
"That's a broomstick, right?"
The twins looked at him in surprise. "Yeah, yeah Harry. Here it is," Fred handed him a polished broomstick.
"We polished it, Mum. You wouldn't believe the dust on it! There had to be two inches at least!"
"Why do I need a broom? Would you like me to help you with the cleaning, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry offered politely.
"Clean? With a broom? Are you mad, Harry?" Fred and George were staring at him incredulously.
"Well, what else do you do with them?" Harry snapped angrily.
"Oh, jeeze, we're sorry, Harry." George apologized.
"Yeah, we'll tell you later." Fred turned his attention back to his mother. "Mum, we've gotten Oliver to take a break from coaching Puddlemere United, ("Which is a miracle," George added) and we called Katie and Alicia. We're going to spend the day playing like the old days. Harry's first team."
"Playing what? I've never been good at sports."
"Quidditch, Harry!"
Harry had to shut his eyes, there were so many pictures flashing across his mind.
"Four balls, seven players," Harry mumbled.
"D'you remember it?" George asked anxiously.
"Yes- there are four balls, seven players- Keeper, Chasers, Beaters, and Seeker."
"Oh, good!" Fred beamed. "Yes, they should get here soon, Mum."
"Oh, boys! How perfect!" Molly gushed, pride etched on her face.
"Fred, George! Where is he?" Two very pretty women were standing in the doorway.
The twins left the kitchen to greet them.
"Katie! Alicia! How good of you-"
"Shut up, Fred. Where is he?"
Harry walked out of the kitchen slowly.
"Oh-oh Harry!" Both girls began sobbing and they flung themselves at Harry. He staggered under their weight. Fred and George wiggled their eyebrows at him and he grinned.
"Oh, dear God, you weren't lying," A man who looked to be a few years older than Harry and very burly was standing in the doorway, clutching his heart.
"Oliver!" George and Fred rushed forward to shake his hand, and Katie and Alicia finally moved off of Harry and hugged Oliver as well. Angelina came downstairs and joined in the hugging as well. Harry cautiously walked up behind them. Oliver spotted him and stuck his hand out.
"Good to have you back, Potter," he said hoarsely.
Harry shook his hand, and the team stood there, beaming at Harry, until Oliver broke the silence.
"Well, team, let's go!" He marched outside to the Weasley's Quidditch pitch.
"Oliver, I explained to you about Harry's-er-condition, right?" Oliver nodded grimly at Fred. "Well, this is going to be like a first lesson for Harry."
"But Oliver, we can't think of anyone better to teach him than you," Angelina said honestly.
Oliver smiled at them happily.
"Alright, then! Harry, let's start you out. I expect you're a bit rusty, nine years of not playing can do that to you," he looked horrified of the mere thought. "Now, but your leg over the broom like this." Oliver demonstrated by straddling his broom. The team and Harry followed his example.
"Now, you want to kick off like this!" He kicked his feet off the ground and soared into the air. Harry gripped his broom tightly and kicked off.
It was the most amazing feeling. He was flying-really flying-and he loved it. He felt a whirl of memories came back to him, and he loved it. He knew exactly what to do.
"Let the snitch out!" He called to Oliver. Everyone's heads jerked his way.
"Harry, are you-normal?" George flew over to him and asked anxiously. Everyone else had crowded behind him and looked extremally hopeful. He still couldn't remember who he was, but he remembered Quidditch and everything to do with it with amazing clarity. When he explained this to them, they all whooped in joy.
"Alright then, lets go to it!" Oliver called, and the ex-Gryffindor team had the best practice in their history. After Harry had caught the snitch for the umpteenth time, Mrs. Weasley emerged from the house with their pick- nick lunch. They chatted for hours on their games, especially the Quidditch finals in Harry's third year against Slytherin and Wood's last year at Hogwarts. Harry recalled everything, from beating Malfoy to the snitch (the mention of Draco Malfoy had Harry reeling with the pictures, and he was able to remember his old nemesis clearly) to raising the huge Quidditch cup proudly in front of the entire school.
The wonderful day came to a close, and there was a tearful goodbye when the team had to leave. Oliver told Harry that he would owl him with the dates of his team's tryouts anxiously.
Harry trooped upstairs, his trusty broom slung over his shoulder, a happy grin on his face. As he neared Ron's room, he heard two raised voices from inside. He recognized those voices-Ron's and Hermione's. He was about to open the door and break up their argument, when he heard his name. Interest piqued, he put a Hearing Charm on the door so he would be able to hear what they were talking about.
"-makes no sense to tell Harry, 'Mione! He wouldn't even remember her name!"
"Ron, for the last time, he is-was-in love with her! Of course he will!"
"Harry was not in love with my sister!" Ron insisted stubbornly.
A sister…..Ron has a sister? Harry couldn't remember meeting a sister that wasn't one of Ron's in-laws…..
"Yes he was! He told her he was right before he went off to battle Voldemort!"
The pictures returned with the name Voldemort-he was a dark wizard that had some connection with Harry…..what was that connection? Harry racked his brain. He needed someone to tell him.
The voices resumed, and Harry leaned forward, eager to hear more about Ron's mysterious sister.
"Hermione, he would have told me! He would have bloody told me if he woke up one morning and said to himself, 'Gee, I think I'm in love with my best friend's sister!'" Ron insisted hotly.
This is what Harry had been wondering, really wondering about. Had he been in love with someone? When he had dated other women, none had felt right. He would get a guilty tug in his heart, therefore making him dump the woman the next day. It was almost like he was cheating on another woman when he would date, but he knew for a fact that he wasn't.
"Ron, he couldn't!" Hermione hissed. "He knew that you would act all protective of her and blow up at him!"
"Fine, Hermione, if you're so sure, lets go and find him. We'll say her name, but it won't do any good!"
Harry heard footsteps approaching the door, and he quickly ran around the corner. When he heard the door being wrenched open, he nonchalontly turned around the corner.
"Oh, hello Ron. I was just coming up to put my Firebolt up."
Ron grinned. "How was Quidditch?"
"Excellent. I remembered everything. Oliver is going to owl me when Seeker tryouts are for Puddlemere United."
"Cool. How's the Firebolt working? Still great?"
"Ron!" Hermione called impatiently from his bedroom.
"Right." Ron cleared his throat and they entered his room.
Hermione was sitting on Ron's old bed looking terribly anxious. Ron sat next to her, but Harry remained standing.
"Harry, there's another person that we haven't mentioned yet, because Ron here thought it wasn't necissary," Hermione glared at him, "but I do. Alright, here it goes." Hermione took a deep breath and Harry braced himself. "Ginny Weasley."
The whirl of colors was so bright that Harry was brought to his knees, and he was sure he would pass out. Finally, the pictures stopped, but lingered for a moment on an angel. She had golden red locks, large, warm brown eyes, and a creamy complexion. Then they faded all together and Harry opened his eyes.
Hermione and Ron were on the floor next to him. Hermione had the familiar maddeningly supirior look on her face, while Ron was looking dumbstruck.
"Oh, Harry! We've done it! We've found the key to getting you're memory back!" Hermione looked very excited.
"Yes, Hermione, I think that you are right. But you are forgetting one small thing." Ron was livid.
"What's that, dear?" Hermione asked absently.
"WE CAN'T FIND MY BLOODY SISTER! IN CASE YOU HAD FORGOTTEN, SHE DISSAPEARED ONE YEAR AGO!" he exploded.
Hermione looked very taken aback.
"Well, yes Ron, I know that, but when has it ever stopped us before?"
"HERMIONE! WE-CAN-NOT-FIND-HER! If the damn M.L.E.S can't find her, we sure as hell wont be able to!"
"Wait a minute! You're telling me that the key to getting my memory back, not to mention the woman I LOVE, is missing?!" Harry was thunderstruck.
"Ron, darling, maybe you are forgetting what department I'm head of?" Hermione said innocently.
He looked sheepish. "Oh, right."
"What department?" Harry asked anxiously.
"The Department of Magical Transportation." She said matter of factly.
Harry looked at her blankly.
"It deals with Apparating, broom travel, anything that has to do with means of transportation."
"The largest department in the ministry!" Ron said proudly.
Hermione blushed and looked at her hands.
"So, when do we start?" Harry asked eagerly, rubbing his own hands together.
"I suppose we should start sometime soon!" Hermione said brightly, getting on her feet. "We have to go find Harry and Emma, they're playing with Caitlin. Well, rather, Emma is playing with Caitlin, Harry is probably off reading."
Harry grinned. "Is he really like me?"
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry sadly. "In every way. He's very brave, but quiet at the same time." Hermione said softly.
"He reads all the time. A five year old!" Ron said. "He takes after his mum on that one. We're hoping he'll have your Quidditch skills! I saw you on the field today, mate. You looked as though you hadn't ever gone a day without playing!"
Harry grinned. "Thanks."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, hugging him tightly. "We're so glad you're here!"
~*~*~*~*
The next morning came, and Harry looked foreward to another great day at his new home. He felt bad for not telling Cal, his Muggle friend, where he was, and he intended on doing it sometime, as for when, he didn't know. He knew he must be all over the Muggle news: "John Garrison Disappears!" or something to that effect.
Harry had tried Apparating from the kitchen to the living room and was very pleased to note that he could still do it. He started small, finally Apparating to the Hogwarts gates and back, so as not to get splinched.
He went down to the kitchen and was surprised to see Ron and Hermione there. They looked up at him, little Harry in Hermione's arms, and beamed.
"Harry-well, we wanted it to be more ceremonial-" Hermione began.
"Oh, just tell him, Mione!" Ron interrupted excitedly.
"Well, we were going to do this originally, because, of course, you are our best friend, and we wish more than anything that you could have been at our wedding." Hermione's smile turned rather sad here, but shortly came back full force. "Harry, we want you to be Harry's Godfather."
Harry's jaw dropped. "You-want…want me to?" He asked incredulously.
"Of course!" Ron said, looking disbelieving, "who else would I ask but my best mate?" He clapped Harry on the shoulder affectionately.
"Will you?" Hermione asked pleadingly.
"Of course I will!" Harry burst.
"Harry, this is your godfather, dear. He has your name! Isn't that neat?" Hermione asked her small son, her cinnoman colored eyes shining with tears.
The five-year-old scruntinized Harry closely.
"He has my name, Mummy?" He asked his mother, tearing his eyes away from Harry.
"Yes darling, he does." Hermione beamed.
"Can I hold him?" Harry asked timidly.
"Of course you can. Sweetheart, is it all right if Harry holds you?"
Harry looked at his godfather closely once more, then grinned and stretched his arms out toward Harry.
Harry smiled and took his godchild, who was surprisingly light for his age, and Hermione was right: he looked almost exactly like Harry except his eyes were bright blue and his hair was brown. Otherwise, they looked the same.
"You have my name." The five-year-old stated plainly.
"You're right, I do. But wouldn't that mean that you had my name?" Harry asked, grinning at the little boy.
"No, you have my name because I was named first."
"Oh really?" Harry chuckled.
"Harry! Are you at home?" A deep voice boomed from the living room. Harry grinned.
"We're in the kitchen, Sirius!" He called.
Sirius strode through the door and eyed Harry holding the five-year-old Harry.
"Harry! How are you?" He asked.
"I'm fine Sirius. Have you met Harry?" Harry asked.
Sirius looked disbeleiving. "Of course I have! I met him when he was a day old!"
"No, have you met my godson Harry?"
Sirius looked back and forth between the two Harry's and then he whooped in joy.
"I was wondering when you two were going to ask him!" He grinned and Ron and Hermione, then he lifted Harry from the older Harry's arms.
"Harry, do you know what this means?" he asked the five-year-old excitedly.
Harry giggled. "What, Uncle Sirius?"
"I'm your great-godfather!" He proclaimed loudly.
"No, your not! Harry's my great godfather!" Harry giggled.
"Yes, but I'm Harry's godfather, so that makes me your great godfather!" Sirius exclaimed. "Harry," he turned to older Harry. "I wanted to tell you that they are holding a dinner in your honor next week!"
"What? Why?"
"Because of what you did! Killing Voldemort and all that! You know!" Sirius said. He gently placed Harry on the floor and he scampered off.
"Whoa! That's so cool, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry beamed. "I just hope they don't want me to recount the tale!" He joked.
"Speaking of, Harry," Hermione said, suddenly buisness-like. "We should start our search tomorrow."
Sirius looked perplexed. "Search?"
Hermione explained the whole story to Sirius, concluding with, "And we are going to search for Ginny in my department, or course-you know that we record every single Apparation?"
"Yes, I think I've heard that." He sighed and looked at all three of them. "So you think that Ginny is the key?"
"Well, we've tried everything else," Ron said.
"And plus, we got the biggest reaction out of him when we said her name." Hermione added.
"I hope it works." Sirius said sadly. "I really hope it works."
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