HARRY POTTER
TIME TRAVELER
Summary – Harry opens a book in the Restricted Section and it transports him 21 years into the future, where he meets up with the future Ron and Hermione and their son, Eddie. Harry also meets Lily Potter, Harry's very spunky and caring future teenage daughter with a hot temper and a bit of an attitude. Harry wants to know about his future, but he feels that Ron, Hermione, Lily, and Eddie are keeping something from him; some very deep, dark secrets.
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or the Harry Potter world. The all belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. However, while I do not own their names, the characters and the personality traits of Lily Potter, Eddie Weasley, Daris Malfoy, Christof Nott, as well as Asher Lazard and Robyn Andrews all belong to me.
Chapter 17- The Deadliest Death Eater:
Harry followed Asher into the Great Hall as Lily, Eddie, and Robyn went to the locker rooms to change out of their Quidditch gear. As Harry, Asher, and the rest of the Hogwarts student body shuffled their way through the Entrance Hall and towards the Great Hall for dinner, Harry noticed that a man, where a dark black cloak and their hood was up; completely hiding their face; the mysterious figure was standing in the Entrance Hall, looking as though they were waiting impatiently for someone. Harry raised an eyebrow and went to tap Asher on the shoulder to question him about the mysterious stranger, but Asher was nowhere in sight. Harry had lost him in the midst of the crowd of students. Instead of searching for him, Harry kept his eyes focused on the mysterious person lingering in the hall; their own eyes scanning the crowd for someone.
Harry could have sworn that the eyes of the stranger settled on him for a brief moment and he felt a cold shiver slide slowly down his spine. He suddenly had a desperate need to go and find Lily to make sure she was okay. Whoever this stranger was, they were not here for the benefit of Harry or Lily. Before anything could be said or done between Harry and the stranger, at the corner of his eye he saw Hermione charging forward towards the stranger and Remus standing behind her, looking concerned. Harry's eyes were glued to the scene and he did not notice Eddie come from the shadows and stand behind him, also looking closely and curiously at the scene before him.
Hermione looked at the stranger and they looked back at her. Hermione looked annoyed…and almost frightened. This did not ease the unsettling feeling that had fallen into the pit of Harry's stomach. They spoke for a brief moment before Hermione stormed out of the Entrance Hall and down the corridor that led towards the first floor classrooms. The mysterious figure followed her and Remus sprinted down another corridor; the one that led to his office. Harry wanted to follow them…but he was not sure whom to follow. Before he could contemplate anymore on his decision, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He whipped around and finally noticed that Eddie standing behind him.
"Harry, what's going on?" asked Eddie quietly, gesturing towards the mysterious figure that had just followed his mother down an empty corridor.
"I was going to ask you the same question," said Harry somberly. Without another word, Eddie jerked his head towards the direction where his mother and the figure had disappeared. Together, the quietly and slowly ran down the empty corridor. No one was around; everyone was still filing in from the Quidditch match or enjoying dinner in the Great Hall. As they walked through the corridor in search of Hermione and this mysterious person, they heard voices coming from inside an empty classroom. Harry and Eddie both stopped dead in their tracks and heard the voice being bossy and indignant; it was Hermione's voice and she was talking to a man within the classroom. Harry and Eddie looked at each other wide-eyed for a moment before quietly dashing towards the door and pushing their ears against it, listening carefully.
"Stop avoiding the question. I will ask it one last time; what are you doing here?" snapped Hermione. "You know perfectly well that you or your kind are not welcome here at Hogwarts with an invitation or a situation that concerns your child!"
"Oh, since when have I ever listened to the orders of a Mudblood?" the man asked coolly, as though taunting Hermione. Eddie went stiff with rage for a moment but he did not move. Harry, on the hand, was trying to place the voice. It sounded oddly familiar to him; cold and dawling.
"You watch your language," said Hermione bossily. "You watch yourself! I swear, if Ron had been at your trial you'd be in Azkaban right now!"
"Yes, that is true, Mudblood," said the voice in a slick tone. "I would have been a huge inconvenience for me if your weasel of a husband had not mysteriously forgotten the details of my case. It was almost as though he were…oblivious to the whole thing, wouldn't you say so?"
"I knew you or one of your wretched kind used a Memory Charm!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Granger."
"Shove it, Malfoy! And its Professor Weasley to you!" snapped Hermione, her voice beginning to rise. Harry's jaw dropped at the name that Hermione had used. It was Malfoy; the mysterious figure was Draco Malfoy and that is why his voice sounded familiar to Harry. But, Harry could not ponder about Malfoy's voice. He immediately began to inwardly panic about why Malfoy was here and what he wanted. Harry's thoughts immediately went to Lily and her safety and he wanted more than anything to run to her and guard her from harm. But, he knew that in order to do that, he had to keep on listening to find out why Malfoy was here. Thankfully, Hermione asked the question that he needed answered.
"I'll ask you for the last time," said Hermione slowly. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Malfoy seemed tired of playing this game with her, sighed, and finally answered the question.
"Well, I got a very interesting letter from my son the other day." said Malfoy casually. Hermione seemed to be holding her breath. Harry and Eddie both kept their ears sharp and were barely breathing themselves; Lily's safety had taken over both of their minds.
"Yes, our students generally write to their parents from time to time," said Hermione dryly. "Now, how would that concern me? Are the Hogwarts owls not delivering them fast enough for you, Malfoy?" Hermione sounded angry now. But, before Malfoy could answer there was a sudden muffling sound and a loud thump. Harry and Eddie both began to choke on the air that they were breathing and had looks of worry and concern etched out on both of their faces. It sounded as though Malfoy and Hermione had started fighting and were struggling. Both of them pulled out their wands and as Eddie reached for the door, a second man's voice was heard.
"What the bloody hell is going on? What are you doing here?" the second male's voice snapped. Eddie seemed to sigh with relief and put his wand back in his pocket before looking at Harry and mouthing, 'Dad.' Harry nodded, also recognizing Ron's voice and pocketed his own wand. Ron must have toppled out of the fireplace in the classroom by using Floo Powder.
"I should ask you the same thing, Weasley," said Malfoy coolly. "Last time I checked, you were not a professor here at Hogwarts."
"Remus' head popped into my fireplace and told me that an ugly ferret-faced creep was wandering the grounds and I knew that it had to be you," said Ron casually. Harry had to bite his lip from laughing, remembering when the fake Professor Moody had transfigured Malfoy into a ferret back in his fourth year. It was something that Harry would never forget as long as he lived. However, Malfoy's drawling voice broke his thoughts.
"I'd rather be transfigured into a ridiculous ferret than ruin a long line of pureblood wizards and witches, Weasley, and marry a disgusting, filthy Mudblood!" snarled Malfoy. Ron made no comeback however. Instead, there was a boisterous, ruffling sound, shouts from Hermione, and grunts of pain from Malfoy.
"No, don't! RON! Stop that this instant! Get off of him!" bellowed Hermione through heavy breaths. It sounded as though Ron attacked Malfoy for calling his wife a foul name and Hermione was trying to break up the fight. "Honestly, you're behaving like children! Ronald, get off!"
"You watch your mouth, Malfoy," snarled Ron through heavy breaths. It were as though Hermione had succeeded in pulling the two apart. "Don't you dare insult my wife like that again, or next time you'll get worse. Do you understand me?" Malfoy told Ron to go do something that probably would have made his wife and mother gasp out loud.
"Mature," said Hermione sarcastically. Ron gave a half-hearted sound that sounded as a cross between a laugh and a grunt. "Honestly, you're just as bad as some of second years at this school."
"You watch yourself, Weasel," Malfoy said in a deathly whisper. It made the hairs on Harry's neck stand up and he was surprised that he and Eddie were even able to hear it. "I have your number…you know what I can do…"
"You watch yourself Malfoy," snapped Hermione. There was a certain amount of defiance and resentment in her voice that she only used when she felt threatened; or when those she cared about were being threatened. Harry had now formed a mental image of Hermione pointing her wand at Malfoy and wondered whether that had actually occurred on the other side of thick, wooden door.
"Noted, Weasel."
"Now, I will ask you for the final time," said Hermione impatiently, "what are you doing wandering the Hogwarts grounds? Why are you here?"
"I was trying to explain before we were so rudely interrupted by your git of a husband," started Malfoy. Harry heard both Ron and Hermione make noises at the back of their throats but did not interrupt him. Harry knew that they knew that the quicker they got Malfoy out of the castle and off of the grounds, the better. "As I was saying, I got a very interesting letter from my son, Daris."
"Yes, I am sure you did," said Hermione, her voice still impatient. "Will you tell me what it was in regards to?"
"A transfer student," said Malfoy, almost casually. This time, Ron and Hermione had no retort and there was a deadly, awkward silence that filled the classroom. Harry could almost hear Malfoy giving his friends that evil smirk he was so famous for. Eddie, on the other hand, bit his lip and hesitantly looked over at Harry; he saw that he had gone deathly pale and his hands had begun to shake. It was true. Daris Malfoy did see something on Harry's forehead and had begun to suspect something and was going straight to his father for answers. Harry gave Eddie a look, telling him silently that he would be alright and that the two of them should continue listening.
"Yes, we have a new transfer student. I was going to send out a notice by owl about it to the parents next week," said Hermione in her formal, bossy tone that Harry had heard use so many times. "You need not to worry. He has been sorted into Gryffindor House and will affect no bearings on your son or his status on the Quidditch team." Harry had to give Hermione some credit; she knew how to handle herself under pressure. He knew that at the other end of that door, Ron was sweating and would be stumbling over his words.
"I'm just curious, what is his name again?" asked Malfoy. He almost sounded amused. Clearly both Ron and Hermione must have had uncomfortable looks on their faces.
"His name is Harry Evans," said Hermione, though her voice began to waver and she sounded less confident than she had before. "He is from the Salem Academy of Wizardry and Witchcraft in the United States." This made Harry nervous and he immediately held his breath; praying that Ron and Hermione would remember that his own life was not the only one at stake; Lily's life was on the line as well. Eddie must have noticed his look because he caught his eye and gave him a reassuring smile, telling him that his parents would take care of him.
"Really?" asked Malfoy, sounded falsely inquisitive and interested. "Well, that's interesting. The boy must be a charming and friendly bloke because Daris has also informed me that this…what is his name? Ah yes, he has informed me that this…Harry Evans has become extremely close with none other than Lily Potter."
"What difference does that make?" snapped Ron. "Coming up with more schemes to try and get to Lily? Trying to lure her to your disgusting master?" At Ron's words, Harry's stomach flipped over and he began to sweat. He felt both frightened and angry at the same time because according to Lily, Draco Malfoy was Voldemort's deadliest and most cunning Death Eater. Harry knew that it would be disastrous and dangerous, for both him and Lily, if Malfoy found out who he really was, especially since everyone, especially Lily, insisted that Voldemort was still very well alive and after the Potter blood. Malfoy, however, ignored Ron's comment and continue to sneer at the two in a casual, yet evil tone of voice.
"Daris is not particularly fond of this new student, but he did tell me something rather…intriguing," said Malfoy slyly.
"More intriguing than him being friends with Lily Potter?" snapped Ron dryly. Malfoy continued to ignore him.
"My son told me that this new transfer student looks…familiar," said Malfoy, clearly amused at Ron and Hermione's discomfort of the topic. "He told me that the boy has bright green eyes, messy black hair, glasses, and bears a small mark on his forehead. Now, doesn't that sound oddly familiar?" Ron and Hermione did not respond. Harry felt sicker and his knees began to buckle on his weight and he could not seen hold his balance. Eddie, who was keeping a sharp eye on Harry, rushed over and helped him to stay on his feet. But, they did not cease listening and both leaned against the door to hear more of the conversation.
There was nothing but deadly silence.
"Doesn't sound familiar at all," said Ron, almost stuttering. Harry groaned. He knew right then and there that Ron had given both him and Lily away. Malfoy simply laughed and his laugh continued to send shivers down Harry and Eddie's spines. Eddie wanted nothing more than to drop Harry right there and go and find Lily; to take her deep into the Gryffindor Tower so that neither Malfoy or Voldemort could hurt her. "Just get out of here Malfoy! The Evans boy…none of us want anything to do with the likes of you!
"Well, would it be alright if I meet the boy?" Malfoy asked casually, completely ignoring Ron's remark. It were as though he were pretending that Ron was not even there.
"Don't you dare go within three feet of him!"
"You're awfully protective of him, eh?" asked Malfoy, sounding confident. Suddenly, his voice dropped and his dry and cynical tone had resurfaced. "Honestly, Weasley, I don't know how you ever became an Auror! And I don't know how in the bloody hell you became Headmistress of this place. Nobody could be more obvious than you two!"
"What are you saying, Malfoy?" asked Hermione slowly.
"It's obvious that you both have protective feelings for this so-called Evans boy. It's beginning to think that maybe Daris was right about him," drawled Malfoy. Harry's stomach flipped and he pressed his ear so hard against the door he was beginning to feel pain.
"I don't quite understand what you're trying to say, Malfoy," said Hermione, feigning uncertainty, though Harry thought it sounded extremely convincing. "What are you assuming Daris is right about?"
"And we all know what happens when someone ass-u-mes," mumbled Ron under his breath. Harry and Eddie could not help but grin at each other. This time, both Malfoy and Hermione ignored Ron's comment.
"I could not believe it myself, at first," said Malfoy, completely ignoring Hermione's questions. "After all, how could he be here? How could he be in this time? But, I suppose that in the wizarding world, anything is possible."
Malfoy's voice was become silkier and more confident. Harry wanted more than anything to be in that room to see exactly what was going on; what Ron and Hermione looked like and how they were reacting. He silently wished for his Invisibility Cloak but he knew it was locked away in Gryffindor Tower, buried deep in Lily's trunk under piles of books and other rubbish. Harry also silently pleaded for Malfoy to tell Ron and Hermione exactly what was on his mind so he could be forewarned; and so that he could warn Lily of the possible dangers ahead.
Malfoy continued in that slick voice of his; "I decided to see for myself if Daris was right in his assumptions. After all, you can imagine how badly I wanted to see my old friend again."
Now Ron was even losing his patience with Malfoy's rambles: "What are you getting at, Malfoy?"
"I'm no fool, Weasley!"
"Surprise there," said Ron dryly.
"I came here to watch the Quidditch game. I saw the Evans boy and I am convinced that my son was right," said Malfoy, his voice now sounding prideful. Hermione sighed heavily.
"Right about what?" she asked in a bored voice. "I believe I have already asked this question several times-" Malfoy interrupted her.
"Isn't it obvious that Harry Evans is really Harry Potter from the past?" asked Malfoy, as though something like this happened every single day. Harry's fears were confirmed and he nearly choked on his saliva and he stumbled to the floor, though somehow his ear was still pressed against the door. He wanted to go and run and to warn Lily, but somehow his legs felt like jelly and he could not seem to get a hold of his breath. Eddie, on the hand, had no longer noticed Harry and was not listening intently.
"What?" shouted Ron, though it sounded close to a nervous laugh. "I've heard of some whoopers but that takes the cake. Are you insane, Malfoy? Harry Potter has been dead for three years now!"
"Yes, I know, Weasley," snapped Malfoy impatiently. "I was there. But, that doesn't mean that he couldn't suddenly come from the past now does it? And now that he come, I think I would want to see my old friend." Hermione gasped.
"He was never your friend," snarled Ron. He practically growling at Malfoy; like a fierce lion ready to pounce on his prey.
"Oh, but he was, he was my friend, Weasley" sneered Malfoy. "He had gone and betrayed everyone who trusted him-"
"Stop!" cried out Hermione. But neither Ron nor Malfoy paid her heed.
"I'm warning you, Malfoy…"
"Your warnings are just empty promises, Weasley," snarled Malfoy. "Quit defending him. You know what happened; you know that he finally saw the riffraff that you Mudbloods and Mudblood lovers were and got wised up! I mean, look what happened to that poor, sweet, baby sister of yours." Harry's ears perked up at the mention of Ginny and he scrambled to his feet, also listening intently, as Eddie was doing. What happened to Ginny and how was Harry involved? Fear bubbled like acid in his stomach as the conversation continued.
"How dare you," whispered Hermione, though it sounded as though she were crying. Her voice dripped with pain and horror.
"What did you say?" hissed Ron. His voice was barely above a whisper and Harry was not sure he even heard it.
"You heard me, Weasel," said Malfoy.
"That wasn't Harry's fault," growled Ron. Hermione was now sobbing quietly. Harry bit his lip and looked up at Eddie. Eddie refused to meet his eye and continued to listen carefully. What had he done and how did it involve Ginny?
"Ron, please, don't," begged Hermione.
"C'mon get out of denial, Weasley. Even you have to realize that what happened was indeed your best friend's fault," said Malfoy. Harry could almost hear the insane smile that was playing on his lips.
"It wasn't his fault!" Ron repeated hastily, though he sounded as though he were trying to convince himself rather than Malfoy. "You know why he did it! He didn't have a choice! He never would have done that under his free will!"
"Are you so sure?" asked Malfoy.
"Yes!" shouted Ron; this time, without hesitation. Malfoy simply sighed and Hermione's sobs had now stopped.
"Well, think whatever you want to think, Weasley," said Malfoy nonchalantly. "But you know and I know, deep down, what really happened and that when you look at that boy now, part of you really wants to kill him."
"I…I would never-" said Ron in a choked up voice. But, he did not say anything else; he did not contradict Malfoy and Harry felt his heart and stomach completely plummet. He fell to his feet again.
"I'm sure, Weasley," said Malfoy in a condescending, disbelieving tone. "Now, if the two of you don't mind, I would like to meet the boy."
"No," said Hermione firmly.
"No?"
"No," repeated Hermione. "I don't know how you let your imagination get the better of you like this, Mr. Malfoy but you're crazy in your assumptions. Harry Evans is not Harry Potter." Even Harry was impressed on convincing she sounded; he almost for a second did not believe that he was himself.
"Don't play games with me, Grang- Weasley or whatever bloody hell your surname is," said Malfoy angrily. An angry noise erupted from the back of Ron's throat. "Don't go and act like it's not possible that the younger Harry Potter can come here from the past."
"I never said it wasn't possible, anything is possible," said Hermione, both calmly and reasonably. "But it would be highly unlikely, wouldn't it? Harry would have had to use a Time-Turner. Can we agree, Mr. Malfoy, that there is no other way he could have come here from the past unless he used one?"
"Yes…agreed."
"And, Harry knew he couldn't and shouldn't meddle with time. He learned that lesson in his third year. Also, in order to time travel, Harry would have needed a Time-Turner and those you need to receive from the Ministry of Magic, and you need special permission to have one. I doubt the Ministry would have just handed Harry Potter a Time-Turner without a justifiable reason," continued Hermione smartly.
"Erm…yes…this is true…but…" Malfoy, who was speaking so slyly and confident just moments earlier, could not see to string two words together now. Hermione continued:
"And unless Harry found another way to time travel, which I doubt he did, as even Harry Potter was not that powerful, there is not possible way that he could not be here," explained Hermione reasonably.
"That is true," mumbled Ron in agreement, clearly disgruntled from the earlier part of the argument with Malfoy.
"I…I suppose not," grumbled Malfoy, his voice now sounding downcast; agreeing with Hermione.
"I suggest you think things over before jumping into conclusions, especially when you're relying on an imagination as great as your son's, Mr. Malfoy," said Hermione coolly. Eddie and Harry could only imagine the look of embarrassment on Draco Malfoy's face.
"Uh…yeah…whatever, Weasley," muttered Malfoy. He sounded unbelievably embarrassed; probably infuriated that he had just made a fool out of himself in front of two of his enemies, one being Muggle-born, which was something that Malfoy always frowned upon. "I think I should be going now."
"I think that's the best idea you've had all day," snarled Ron.
"Though I wish to see Daris before I leave, and that is no question. I demand to see my son!" stated Malfoy. Hermione sighed. Harry knew she would never deny a parent to see their child, no matter who he or she was.
"Alright, fine," she sighed. "Quidditch is well over so I'm sure he is in the Great Hall having dinner by now. You can follow me." Hermione must have turned to Ron and gave him a kiss because Harry and Eddie a puckering sound. "See you soon?"
"Of course," said Ron in a gentle voice; the gentlest Harry had ever heard him speak. Malfoy cleared his throat angrily.
"If you please! No one wants to see that!"
They heard footsteps coming towards the door. Panicking, Eddie and Harry made an attempt to back away but it was too late. Hermione had opened the door and the two students came pouring into the classroom, stumbling over their robes and each other. It was more than obvious that they were obviously eavesdropping on the conversation. Malfoy looked at Harry with wide-eyes as he stood and got to his feet. Hermione looked appalled at their actions and Ron looked simply angry. Harry just stared at his feet as Eddie looked up at his mother fierce brown eyes and gulped.
"Hi mum," he mumbled meekly.
"Edward Ronald Weasley!" she nearly shrieked. Eddie flinched. "H-Mr. Evans! What do you think you are doing?" Eddie was staring at his mother, wide-eyed, waiting for explosion. Meanwhile, Harry had become very interested in his feet and managed to pull his bangs over his forehead without anyone noticing. Malfoy fixated his glare on Harry.
"Er…there is a commotion in the Great Hall!" lied Eddie. "Lily is…er…causing trouble again." This was not far from what could have been the truth, as Lily was always causing some kind of trouble.
"That's the best you can come up with, Ed?" asked Ron from behind Hermione, looking anything but amused. Despite this, Eddie grinned and shrugged.
"Hey, I'm sure it's the truth…"
"I hate to interrupt parental bonding time, but I wish to see my son!" snapped Malfoy impatiently, still looking straight at Harry. Harry shifted uncomfortably under Malfoy's gaze; a gaze filled with loathing. Ron noticed his friend's fears and glared Malfoy's hateful look and moved to stand protectively behind his best friend.
"Herm, take Malfoy to see his kid, I'll take care of these two," said Ron, putting his hand on her shoulder, but not taking his narrowed eyes off of Malfoy. Hermione noticed the looks exchanged between the two and how Malfoy was looking menacingly at Harry. She nodded and with her head, urged Malfoy to follow her and left the classroom, followed by Malfoy, who did not take his eyes off of Harry until he was completely out of sight. When the two of them were completely out of earshot, Ron peaked his head the door to make sure they were gone before closing the door behind him and turning towards Harry and Eddie.
"What the bloody hell did you two think you were doing?" he nearly shouted. Eddie looked at his father desperately but Harry continued to stare at his feet, not saying a word and his face completely impassive.
"We thought something fishy was going on and come to investigate!" said Eddie defensively. Ron narrowed his eyes at his son.
"You do realize that you could have 'investigated' with Lily or Asher. Do you know how dangerous it is for the future to investigate situations like this with Harry?" asked Ron incredulously. When he said the words, he realized what they meant. Harry had probably hard the majority, if not all of the conversation. Even all of the horrible things…the things Malfoy said and the things that Ron did not say. Ron immediately softened his gaze and turned to look at his best friend. Harry, who was still fifteen and who was already shorter than Ron anyway, looked up at Ron for a moment, then back down at his feet. Ron sighed and bent down so that he was eye level with his friend.
"Are you okay, Harry?" asked Ron with genuine concern. Harry said nothing, but nodded weakly, feeling slightly sick and looking a little green.
"I'll be okay," he managed to mutter. Deep down, both of them knew that Harry's response was a lie. Ron did not contradict him though; he simply nodded at him with a concerned look in his big blue eyes. Eddie, realizing what his father was implying, was looking slightly worried about Harry himself. After a moments silence, Ron turned to Eddie, with an angry look in his eyes. Eddie cowered under his gaze.
"How long were you two listening?" he asked sharply. Eddie, still cowering, began to pale. Harry wasn't listening and was now walking to go stand in front of the window, gazing down at the grounds. He felt too sick to listen, especially after that discussion Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy had.
"Erm…I guess for a little while…" Eddie lied trying to look innocent. Ron frowned at him and knew that Eddie was lying. Eddie not inherit the uncanny abilities to lie like Fred and George did. When he lied, like his mother, everyone could see right through him.
"How long?" Ron asked again, this time even more angry. Eddie sighed and looked down at his feet as he ran a hand through fiery bushy red hair.
"Probably the whole time," Eddie whispered truthfully. Ron sucked in a shaky breath and suddenly paled and turned to look back at his best friend, who was sick, pale, and shaking all over. He was just staring out of the window, in a daze.
"How much did Harry hear?" Ron asked urgently, turning back to Eddie.
"Everything…"
A note from the Jitterbelle. There is A LOT of questions to be answered. I think you guys can figure out what happened, but there will be surprises at the end. We find out why Voldemort didn't want to kill Lily Potter (Harry's mother, not daughter.....) and why he wanted Harry dead. Please keep reviewing! I greatly appreciate it! But, most importantly, ENJOY!
Coming in Chapter 18 – Parental involvement and another famous temper tantrum from Lily Potter…