A/N Thank you for reviewing and the advice. Please read my other Fanfics, A Changed Life and Max the Ex. Both are original fiction and one is romance and the other is general. Back to Harry now. Thanx.
Chapter 2: Protective Mothers
"Mum, why can't I play quidditch? Is it because of Dad?" asked 8 year-old Harry.
"No, Harry. It's just, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happens to you."
"Oh, Mum. We don't play with bludgers. And, you know I'm the best seeker Landers has to offer."
"Harry, you don't understand. You were so sick as a baby. What if you aren't well enough to play?"
"Mum, Ron, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Troy, Will, Jamey, Frankie, and I play all the time. I'm fine now, aren't I?"
"Fine."
Harry grinned and ran out the door to tell Ron Weasley the good news. Lily sighed.
Harry was doing so well. He studied hard and was the best wizard in his class, was pretty popular, and played quidditch non-stop. But, Harry still got the night mares.
Just the other night, he woke up after seeing Voldemort kill everyone he loved, and then, Harry. Lily hoped she'd be able to protect him when he went to Hogwarts.
Lily wandered into Harry's room, cleaning up the mess that seemed to follow him around. The only thing that was neat in his room was James's pictures, trophies, and letters to Harry. She smiled when she noticed Harry had left his homework on his desk.
He was so much like James. Harry's room was covered in Quidditch posters, his toy chest filled with quidditch action figures. Harry could be stubborn, but always wanted the best for everyone.
"Mum! Mum, guess what!" Harry yelled from the door.
"What?" Lily asked as she entered the kitchen.
"Well, let me show you," said Harry, excitedly.
Harry whistled and a big, black dog trotted into the kitchen. Lily's eyes widened, but she tried to show her surprise.
"Can we keep 'em Mummy?" asked Harry.
"For a bit, sure. Go wash up and change. We are going to the Hanson's for dinner."
Harry left, and the dog changed into Harry's godfather.