As Petunia turned the pages of the album, she noticed Harry's eyes flicker
with a spark of recognition as they saw pictures of old friends, family,
and, of course, his parents. There were tons of them that she had sent to
her from Lily. One of Harry asleep on the back of a humongous black dog
whom Harry affectionately called "Pahfoot," one of Harry on James's
shoulders, and one of a stag, a wolf, a dog, and a rat. He seemed to be
extremely excited about this one.
"Moony! Wormy! Pahfoot! Prongs! Moony! Wormy! Pahfoot! Prongs! Moony! Wormy! Pahfoot! Prongs!" he constantly chanted until Petunia gently shushed him.
Harry crawled over to the trunk and dug out a small camera. He picked it up and as he saw his father do many times, pressed the red button and jumped over to Petunia just as the camera flashed. Petunia looked up, obviously startled by the flash.
"Where did this come from?" she asked Harry as she picked up the small picture that had been ejected from the camera.
In the picture, it showed a very confused yet happy Petunia look up and around smiling at the bouncing Harry that was constantly popping in and out of the picture.
"Well, why don't we put this right on this blank page?" she said not receiving or expecting an answer.
So she did. As she turned the page, Harry grew silent at the next photo. In it was Harry, Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius as well as a man who desperately needed to wash his hair, an elderly man with the longest beard she's ever seen in her life, and a very stern looking woman at what looked to be Christmas. She then got a glimpse of her watch as Harry yawned.
"Time for your nap Harry."
Yet Harry kept his gaze on the photo as if struggling to remember. Petunia pulled out her wand once again. She closed the album and, after reassuring Harry that she would open it again, muttered a couple other words and turned back to the photo.
"Put your hand on the picture and relax." She instructed him. He did so.
About ten seconds later, Harry was in a deep sleep, dreaming of what had once been.
Harry was in his father's arms. He grabbed his finger to get his attention. A moment later, James potter's face smiled down on him.
"Look who's up" James announced. "Hey Harry, you wanna go fly?"
Harry replied with a giggle.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"James! No!" a voice from behind shouted. Lily Potter came into view looking stern with her husband. "We'll be late!"
"Late for what?" he questioned.
"I think those bludgers that hit your head are finally starting to get to you. We're meeting everyone at Hogwarts! Remember? It's Christmas Eve!"
"I know its Christmas Eve, but Harry really wants to go flying!"
Lily walked up to James. "Don't you mean you want to go flying?" James smiled sheepishly. "How about we fly to Hogwarts then? It's not too far from here," she suggested.
James jumped at the idea. "Okay, I'll take Harry. See you there Lil!" And with that he took off.
"James! If you do anything dangerous, you're dead! And my name's Lily!!" Lily screamed after him.
He replied with a loop as Harry screamed with delight.
"Prat." She muttered as she walked to retrieve her broom.
"Moony! Wormy! Pahfoot! Prongs! Moony! Wormy! Pahfoot! Prongs! Moony! Wormy! Pahfoot! Prongs!" he constantly chanted until Petunia gently shushed him.
Harry crawled over to the trunk and dug out a small camera. He picked it up and as he saw his father do many times, pressed the red button and jumped over to Petunia just as the camera flashed. Petunia looked up, obviously startled by the flash.
"Where did this come from?" she asked Harry as she picked up the small picture that had been ejected from the camera.
In the picture, it showed a very confused yet happy Petunia look up and around smiling at the bouncing Harry that was constantly popping in and out of the picture.
"Well, why don't we put this right on this blank page?" she said not receiving or expecting an answer.
So she did. As she turned the page, Harry grew silent at the next photo. In it was Harry, Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius as well as a man who desperately needed to wash his hair, an elderly man with the longest beard she's ever seen in her life, and a very stern looking woman at what looked to be Christmas. She then got a glimpse of her watch as Harry yawned.
"Time for your nap Harry."
Yet Harry kept his gaze on the photo as if struggling to remember. Petunia pulled out her wand once again. She closed the album and, after reassuring Harry that she would open it again, muttered a couple other words and turned back to the photo.
"Put your hand on the picture and relax." She instructed him. He did so.
About ten seconds later, Harry was in a deep sleep, dreaming of what had once been.
Harry was in his father's arms. He grabbed his finger to get his attention. A moment later, James potter's face smiled down on him.
"Look who's up" James announced. "Hey Harry, you wanna go fly?"
Harry replied with a giggle.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"James! No!" a voice from behind shouted. Lily Potter came into view looking stern with her husband. "We'll be late!"
"Late for what?" he questioned.
"I think those bludgers that hit your head are finally starting to get to you. We're meeting everyone at Hogwarts! Remember? It's Christmas Eve!"
"I know its Christmas Eve, but Harry really wants to go flying!"
Lily walked up to James. "Don't you mean you want to go flying?" James smiled sheepishly. "How about we fly to Hogwarts then? It's not too far from here," she suggested.
James jumped at the idea. "Okay, I'll take Harry. See you there Lil!" And with that he took off.
"James! If you do anything dangerous, you're dead! And my name's Lily!!" Lily screamed after him.
He replied with a loop as Harry screamed with delight.
"Prat." She muttered as she walked to retrieve her broom.