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SUMMARY: Harry gets hold of a time-turner and goes back to see his
parents.
A/N: NOOOO!!! I'm having some writer's block and this chapter has taken
longer to get up. Sorry! Or, maybe it was the lack of reviews ::cough cough
HINT cough cough:: I got half as many as last time. Hmm… it might be because my
sister is getting married (actually is married, because I probably won't have
this up before she is… strange thought) too… anyway, onto the story.
CHAPTER 4:
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Harry stepped
out of the fire and looked at his parents' house. He looked around and opened
his mouth in awe. It was beautiful. He looked down at the squishy white carpet
and bounced his feet up and down. He could feel the softness even through his
shoes. He looked up and saw dozens upon dozens of pictures sleeping in their
frames covering the walls, along with shelves of books going up to the ceiling.
He looked up, and saw an elegant chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Harry
turned around, and saw James sanding behind him, smiling.
"How
did you afford this house?" He asked James, wondering how his parents had
so much money, especially since they had just been married, and James didn't
exactly have the most high-paying job in the world.
"Well,
it's not really my house," James said, then smiled at the puzzled look on
Harry's face. "It's my parents. They died when I was engaged to Lily and
left me the house, and all their money."
"Oh…
ok." Said Harry, relieved. He had been worried for a second that his
parents were robbers or something. "It's really nice."
"Thanks."
Said James shortly. He looked like he was used to compliments about his house.
"Well… I'll bring you to your room and you can change, then I'll go find
Lily and hopefully the house elves will have dinner ready by then."
"How
can I change?" Asked a very puzzled Harry. "I didn't bring any
clothes with me."
"Me
and you are about the same size, so you'll be wearing my clothes… if you don't
mind."
"No,
that's fine." Said Harry. He was used to wearing Dudley's old clothes, and
since these would actually fit, he was quite happy.
"Ok.
Then follow me," said James. "Oh, and by the way, Sirius, Remus, and
Peter are coming to dinner, so things might get a bit crazy."
"That's
fine," said Harry, grinning. Sirius and Remus were much more funny and
laid back now than they were twenty years ahead. Of course, that was probably
because Sirius hadn't spent 12 years in Azkaban before, Remus hadn't spend 13
years thinking two of his best friends were dead and the other one had killed
them, and they're best friend wasn't dead.
James
led Harry down a number of halls; all as fancy as the first room Harry had been
in. After about five minutes of climbing stairs, twisting and turning, and
wondering how the hell he was going to find his way around this place, he came
to his room, where he found someone, no, something inside, making his bed.
"Dobby?!"
Said Harry in surprise.
"How
do you know his name?" James asked, apparently very surprised.
"Oh, um, well… " Harry trailed off. He had no clue how he was going
to get out of this.
"There
are a lot of strange things about you, Ron." James said slowly, eyeing
Harry suspiciously. "But if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask."
"I'm
sorry I can't tell you more," Harry said. "If I could, then I
would."
"Just
promise me your not some psychotic stalker/killer/thief that's going to come
and kill me and Lily in our beds tonight," said James, smiling. "And
you can stay here."
"No,
I promise I'm nothing like that." Said Harry, now grinning. "And I
might tell you more about me later, if I decide something."
"Ok.
Well, I'll let you change now. Oh, and Dobby?" James said, looking at
Dobby, who was trying to sneak out the door, unnoticed. "Could you stay outside the door and
direct Ron to the dining room after he's ready? I'm pretty sure he'll get lost
on his own."
"Yes,
master." Said Dobby, looking quite pleased with the request.
"Please
don't call me master, Dobby." Said James, looking a little putout.
"Just call me James, I hate being called Master."
"Master… James is most kind to Dobby!" said Dobby, his eyes shining
with tears. "Dobby will be waiting outside for M-James' friend."
Harry
gave James a look of gratitude at not being forced to wander the mansion alone,
and James left. Harry changed quickly, and then followed Dobby almost all the
way down to the dining room.
"Just
follow the hallway, and turn left." Said Dobby quickly. "Dobby is
supposed to be in the kitchens, he is."
"Okay,
then thanks." Said Harry.
Dobby
disappeared with a crack, and Harry walked down the hall. Just before he
reached the end of it, he heard voices.
"It's
weird how much he knows about me," Harry heard James say. "It's like
he's been stalking me or something."
"I
agree." Said Remus. "And he looks almost exactly like you. It's
weird. Do you think that his dad was a twin of yours and he got most of the
genes from his dad?"
"I
don't know," James spoke again. "There's just something weird about
him."
"Well,
he should be down very soon," he heard Lily say. "So you had better
stop talking about him before he hears you."
"Oh
yeah… " James said. "So, do you know what sex the baby is? Have you
done the spell yet?"
"Yes,
as a matter of fact, I have!" Said Lily happily. "But you'll have to
wait until after dinner to find out."
Harry
chose this time to walk in, and saw Remus, Sirius, Peter, James, and Lily
sitting at a table in the middle of a beautiful dining room.
"That's
no fair!" Said James, pretending to look hurt, and giving Lily a puppy-dog
look. "I can't wait until dinners over!"
"Well,
you'll just have to wait," said Lily smiling. "And you know the
puppy-dog look doesn't work on me."
"Damn."
Said James. He looked around at the dining room, and then spotted Harry.
"Ron! Will you please help me convince my wife to tell me what sex my baby
is?"
"There's
nothing I can do," said Harry, shrugging. "Besides, you only have to
wait a half an hour or so. You'll live."
"No!!"
James cried out, and Harry made an observation that James was NOT a very
patient person. "Sirius, Remus, Pete! You want to know if the baby is a
boy or girl, don't you?"
"Yes,
but we can wait a half an hour, and I'm sure you'll be able to too." Said
Remus, shrugging. "Besides, you've lasted all day without knowing."
"Yeah,
but that's because Lily didn't know either." James said, pouting.
"Okay,
well lets hurry up and eat dinner so you can find out if our baby is a boy or a
girl." Said Lily, and with that said, 7 house elves rushed out and put a
plate in front of all the guests.
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Dinner
went smoothly, except for James trying to catch Lily off guard by asking If the
baby was a boy or girl during conversations about The Marauders Quidditch Shop,
and what Lily did during the day all alone.
Finally,
after dinner was over, Lily told James that it was time to say what sex it was.
James, who had been growing increasingly more annoying throughout the course of
dinner stopped talking and stood stiff like a board, staring at Lily.
"Well,
as you know, I came home after lunch today, but I was kind of tired and was
about to take a nap, but curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to see
what it was. Well, I did the spell, and, it's a girl!"
Harry's
mouth popped open, and he stared at Lily. Did he have a sister?
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Hee hee, I know what your thinking! Harry's a boy! But you'll see.
Grr… I had a goal to get this up before
my sister got married, and it was done yesterday (when she got married) but I
couldn't get it up, because Fanfiction.net decided it didn't like me.
