Author's Note:
I thought I was clear about the whole 'Harry's Death' thing, but I was mistaken by the sound of the reviews. Harry was never, ever dead. He was thrown 15 years into the future. Since he was not around for those 15 years, people assumed he was dead. Assumed. Dead. Assumed. K, think we're clear.
Hehe, sounds kinda like I'm mad, but I'm really not. I just want it to be crystal.
P.S. I just wanted to let you all know that I really can't write with a British flavor, so if it sounds too American to anyone who notices, I apologize. Feel free to change the dialog in your head at your leisure.
Icedragonmo3
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Harry awoke, only a few hours later, to the sound of a semi-familiar voice saying things to him. He opened his eyes, and reached for his glasses. Whomever was reading stopped when they noticed the movement, and when he got his glasses finally on his face, he saw that it was none other than Lily.
"You're awake?" she tentatively whispered, as though anymore sound might cause him to disappear or spontaneously combust into flames.
"Yeah." His eyes blinked one at a time. She noticed and giggled.
"But, why are you awake? That draught should have kept you under for at least eight hours!"
"Heh," he laughed embarrassedly. "I've taken that potion more times over the last seven years than most people have in a lifetime. It's a small wonder that I have a small resistance to it."
She nodded, blushing at the obvious answer. Her mother, of course, had told Lily everything she knew about her father, beginning when she could understand words. She felt like she knew him already.
'She is so shy!' he thought to himself. 'If it wasn't for her looks, I'd swear she's not really my daughter.' "So what were you saying when I woke up?"
"Oh, I've been reading 'Hogwart's, A History' to you ever since you were in that coma. Mom said that you never did get around to reading it, and since I was only on page 373 when you woke, I figured I'd read the rest to you while you recovered."
"No, I guess I never did." He stopped, and realized that this was the chance he was waiting for. His first opening for a conversation with his daughter. "So, um, do you read that book a lot too?"
She had the grace to blush a second time, and nodded. "Like mother, like daughter, you know."
He laughed for maybe a syllable or two, then frowned. "How is 'Mione? I mean really, is she happy?"
Lily's face seemed to cloud for just a moment while she thought.
'Wow. You can really tell that she takes after Mione in the brain department,' he was thinking as she formulated her answer.
"She's...okay, dad. She misses you, to this day. I wonder when she's going to be getting here?"
"If they act now anything like they acted fifteen years ago, I'll bet Molly is forcing everyone to gather at the burrow before they head over here."
Lily laughed the first deep laugh Harry had ever heard out of her. "I guess some things never change, do they dad?"
"No," he chuckled, "I guess they don't. Do I remember right in thinking that Dumbledore said you could use his private owls?"
"Yeah, but there was a small problem with that."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I was up on my way to give the letters to his owls, when this phoenix came throught the window, and snatched them from my hand before taking off."
Harry laughed. "Dumbledore doesn't have private owls. He has Fawkes. He set you up."
"Fawkes?"
"Lily! Are you even my child? Haven't you been sent to the headmasters office at least once?"
"No, I mean, yes, I am your daughter, and no, I haven't been sent there ever." She looked sad at the accusation.
"Cheer up Lily, it was only a joke. Fawkes is Dumbledore's Phoenix. Can fly faster than you can imagine. He stays in the headmaster's office. Pretty good friend of mine, that phoenix."
"Spend a lot of time in the office, dad?" She said grinning.
'At least she's not sad anymore.' "Obviously your mother didn't tell you EVERYTHING about me now, did she?"
Lily laughed. "Yeah, well I was about to go write two new notes when I ran into Professor Dumbledore and told him what happened. He said that everything would be fine and I should come back down to be there if you woke. So here I am!"
Say, are you hungry?"
"Starving," she replied.
"Great, would you grab my uniform? I just need to get dressed.." He was cut off.
"But DAD!, you shouldn't be getting out of bed! I mean just a week ago you were on the verge of death!"
"Oh, come ON! I've been in this infirmary so many times that I should have a wing named after me! I think I know if I can handle a bit of a walk or not." With this, he proceeded to swing his legs off the bed and stand, using one hand to hold his hospital gown closed behind him while steadying himself with his other hand on the bed.
Lily let out an exasperated sigh, (which to Harry's amusement sounded just like Hermione's,) and walked across the room to gather his things. She returned with them, handed them over to Harry, and mumbled "They do."
"Sorry?"
She spoke up. "I said they do have an infirmary wing named after you."
Harry just chucked to himself as he pulled up his trousers under his hospital gown. "I'd say that I'm shocked, but I don't think much more can shock me at this point. I'm kinda shocked out."
"IF, you insist on going to get some food, then I am going to help you," she said VERY stubbornly, just like a bushy-haired female her father knew well.
"That's good, I could use a hand." He contemplated for a bit. "I'm sorry, its just that I really need to get up and walk around a bit." Harry buttoned his trousers and then pulled the hospital gown over his head, replacing it with a T-shirt. He slipped his feet into his boots, then asked, "Ready?"
"Ready Dad."
Harry took two steps, then stumbled and almost fell. He would have fell, if Lily hadn't caught him.
"How about you hold onto my arm, and we'll take it really slow, k?"
"Alright." Harry looked disappointed at needing the help, but was still grateful for it.
"JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE GOING?" Harry heard just as they got to the door.
"Busted," he whispered to her as they turned around, causing her to giggle.
"I am going for a walk, Madame Pomfrey."
"I DON'T THINK SO, YOU CAN'T JU-"
Harry cut her off, but in a tone that any rational person could figure out that he was trying to hold his temper. "I am going for a walk, Madame Pomfrey."
"NO YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY NOT! I AM GOI-"
"POPPY!" Harry shouted, and Madame Pomfrey looked positively frightened. "I am going for a walk. I will be back to rest afterwards, understood?"
The noticeably pale Medi-wizard mutely nodded her acceptance.
"Thank you," Harry said while rolling his eyes, the simple two words dripping with heavy sarcasm.
As the two Potters slowly made their way from the Medical wing, Harry's curiosity got the better of him "I wonder why she let us go? Every time I lost my temper with her before she never let me go then?"
"It's simple, Dad. Before when you lost your temper, you were just a kid who got mad. Now, you are probably regarded as the most powerful wizard who ever lived. I doubt anyone who recognizes you will want to anger you intentionally."
Harry only nodded sadly and they continued.
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Meanwhile:
Ms. Hermione Granger was sitting in her office in her manor, trying to work on her ledger for the twins. She would call it an office. Most would call it a library. The 'office', as she saw it, was a good eight meters high, thirty meters square, and lined wall to wall, floor to ceiling with books. On her enormous desk sat a mug of coffee, four open books, three ledgers, a bottle of ink, a quill, and a framed picture.
The wizarding picture itself was of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, at the beginning of term in their seventh year. Hermione was in the middle looking very serene and introspective some of the time, and laughing like a lunatic with the other two at other times. Ron was on her right, making bunny ears now and then or pulling something out his pocket and eating it. Harry was on her right, smiling as if he didn't have a care in the world. The other two in the photograph new better, however.
She watched the photo with red-rimmed eyes that threatened to wash over with tears, completely ignoring her work. Harry would pull her close now and then and kiss her cheek, and Hermione in turn would show a smile that would seemingly brighten the entire field in which the photograph was taken.
Hermione sniffed and wiped away an arrant tear with the very tips of her fingers. 'Come on Hermione,' she chided herself. 'Every year you are like this for at least a week and a half after HP day. Just calm down, and concentrate on your work.'
Just as she had picked up the quill and was attempting another stab at the ledgers, a phoenix flew through the window carrying a letter.
"Fawkes?" she asked in astonishment.
The phoenix trilled a short note, dropped the letter in the middle of the desk, then landed right on her shoulder. Hermione noticed that he had another letter in his other claw, but like hers was completely unmarked. Fawkes gently pressed his forehead into hers and looked her in the eye for a moment before taking to flight again, directly out the window he came.
'Why would Fawkes be bringing a letter?' she thought to herself as she opened said letter.
Hermione stood up with a start, knocking over her mug of coffee shattering it onto the floor, and then stared straight ahead at the wall for a moment. Her wits soon came back to her, and she dropped her quill, dropped the letter, and raced out of the room, grabbing her cloak as she went.
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"So, where are we going anyway, Dad?"
"Oh, I know of this pear that just loves a good tickle-"
"Whatcha got there, Potter?" a voice interrupted him from behind. Both Potters whipped around to look who had spoken.
"Oh, no," Harry heard Lily whisper in what was a small, scared sounding voice.
"What, the little Half-blood got a boyfriend now?"
Harry turned to Lily. "Who IS this bastard?"
"Evan Flint.. He's terrorized me since first year."
"And you never stood up to him?"
Lily looked down, afraid to meet her father's glare. "Mom always said that I should find an adult, or just to ignore it."
"Well, no daughter of mine is going to have to take this any LONGER!"
Harry turned back towards Evan, the rage evident in his eyes. "You must be Marcus Flint's kid. I recognize the teeth."
The four Slytherins watching the encounter behind Evan gasped. Apparently, Flint's teeth were a sore spot for him.
"What did you just say? Huh? What. Did. You. Say. Squib?" Flint was beyond angry.
"Talk to Lily like that again, and I'll make sure you have a bed right next to mine in the infirmary." Harry retorted, fully meeting his glare, while Lily just looked shocked at the entire ordeal.
"Like what, call her a half-blood? So what if I do? Her Father's dead" here he paused for dramatic effect, his head shaking out every word in an 'I dare you to' manner. "And her Mother's a mud-"
Evan never finished that sentence. One instant, Harry became a blur, and the next instant, Flint was face down on the ground, completely unconscious, while Harry stood, with his right hand still in a fist, glaring at the Slytherins who seemed to be looking at him with fear and awe mixed together.
"W-w-who are y-ou?" One dared to ask.
Harry walked over to talk nose-to-nose with the one who asked the question. The cowed Slytherin could see the green fire burn with cold light in his eyes. "Look at the scar. Do the math." He waited until the recognition hit home. "If anyone..ANYONE" he shouted, looking at the rest of them. "If anyone so much as glances sideways at my daughter again, I won't be held responsible for what happens. If you think I'M bad, you should see her when she's angry. She is, as of right now, allowed to defend herself anyway she deems fit. I'm not going to hold her back anymore. May whatever god you pray to help you should you hurt or anger her again."
Harry glared at the rest of the Slytherins one last time before walking over to his daughter, taking her hand, and stalking away. When they were around the corner and out of view, Harry seemed to lose all his strength.
"Why don't we just sit here for a bit."
A very pale Lily only nodded, and they both sat on the floor with their backs to the wall.
Harry chuckled to himself. "That was weird."
Lily, who had been staring at the wall opposite them with wide adrenaline fueled eyes, let out a snort. "Which part?"
Harry turned his head to look at her. "Well, he started calling you and your mother names, then the sound just stopped. I looked around and everyone was just.. Not moving. So, I ran up to him and hit him as hard as I could. But the weird thing is, he just fell, really slowly. Almost not at all at first, like I didn't even touch him. He did start speeding up on the way down though, and when I looked up, everyone was moving and breathing again."
Lily looked to her father. "From what I saw?, you just vanished in a blur, and the next moment you were standing over him and he was unconscious. Almost like you were moving to fast for us to see." Her voice was shaking, and Harry didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Come on, we need to speak to Dumbledore on this," Harry began as he gathered himself to his feet. "Something tells me that my little trip through time has had some more effect on me than is known."
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Meanwhile:
Molly Weasley was happily humming herself a tune, while fixing some dinner for the five grandchildren she was watching. They were not old enough yet to go to school, and Molly had missed a noisy house, so she had volunteered to watch them while their parents were at work. She turned to check on them, and did a quick head count. "Red, red, red, white, white. All here." Still, the memory of Bill's reaction when their first daughter had been born with white hair amused her. 'Well what did he think? She's part Veela! I really don't think that he could have expected children with red hair, now could he?' she thought to herself.
Her thoughts drifted while the dinner cooked, and her thoughts landed on Hermione. 'I wonder how the poor child is holding up? She's always so depressed this time of year. I should Floo her and invite her over for dinner.'
Just as she was walking towards the fireplace, a phoenix flew in through the open window, dropping a letter directly in her hand before circling back and exiting through the window it entered.
Molly looked down at the letter, it was unmarked. She turned it over, checking it for some sign of who it was from, but all effort was to no avail. 'That looked like Albus's Phoenix,' she thought to herself as she tore open the letter. The further down the note she read the more tears fell from her eyes. When she finished, she pressed the letter to her chest, looked up towards the ceiling, and collected herself. She then proceeded to run, not walk, to the fireplace. She through some floo powder into the fireplace and shouted "Arthur Weasley!"
The grandchildren, whom up until now had been just a hair above bored on the fun scale, dropped what they were currently doing and ran over to see what the commotion was all about.
Arthur Weasley's Head appeared in the fire. "GRANDPA!" all the children shrieked when they saw him. "Hi kids!," he greeted them. "What's wrong Molly? Why are you crying?"
"He's back," She whispered out. "Our lost son is back. Take some time off, Arthur, We need to roundup all the children and grandchildren as quickly as possible."
"What's going on?" Arthur looked incredibly confused.
"ARTHUR WEASLEY GET HOME RIGHT THIS VERY INSTANT!" The famous Weasley temper was back in full swing.
"I'll be right there dear." He turned to face the kids. "I'll be home in just a minute kids! And I've got plugs!" he teased in a singsong voice to them.
The kids cheered.
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Harry and Lily were limping back towards the infirmary, so Harry could rest while Lily fetched Dumbledore, when a question she had been holding back finally was let go.
"Why did you tell them that I was even more dangerous than you? I'm going to get killed within a week!"
Harry chuckled for a second before he started coughing. "Two reasons. One, I can't belive that your mother let you be bullied for this long. That should put the fear into them good. Two, this gives me a chance to train you, and spend some time getting to know the daughter I didn't know I had."\
Lily blushed. "Thanks Dad, I love you."
"Pretty sure I love you too, kiddo. Now lets go, even my hair hurts right now."
I thought I was clear about the whole 'Harry's Death' thing, but I was mistaken by the sound of the reviews. Harry was never, ever dead. He was thrown 15 years into the future. Since he was not around for those 15 years, people assumed he was dead. Assumed. Dead. Assumed. K, think we're clear.
Hehe, sounds kinda like I'm mad, but I'm really not. I just want it to be crystal.
P.S. I just wanted to let you all know that I really can't write with a British flavor, so if it sounds too American to anyone who notices, I apologize. Feel free to change the dialog in your head at your leisure.
Icedragonmo3
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Harry awoke, only a few hours later, to the sound of a semi-familiar voice saying things to him. He opened his eyes, and reached for his glasses. Whomever was reading stopped when they noticed the movement, and when he got his glasses finally on his face, he saw that it was none other than Lily.
"You're awake?" she tentatively whispered, as though anymore sound might cause him to disappear or spontaneously combust into flames.
"Yeah." His eyes blinked one at a time. She noticed and giggled.
"But, why are you awake? That draught should have kept you under for at least eight hours!"
"Heh," he laughed embarrassedly. "I've taken that potion more times over the last seven years than most people have in a lifetime. It's a small wonder that I have a small resistance to it."
She nodded, blushing at the obvious answer. Her mother, of course, had told Lily everything she knew about her father, beginning when she could understand words. She felt like she knew him already.
'She is so shy!' he thought to himself. 'If it wasn't for her looks, I'd swear she's not really my daughter.' "So what were you saying when I woke up?"
"Oh, I've been reading 'Hogwart's, A History' to you ever since you were in that coma. Mom said that you never did get around to reading it, and since I was only on page 373 when you woke, I figured I'd read the rest to you while you recovered."
"No, I guess I never did." He stopped, and realized that this was the chance he was waiting for. His first opening for a conversation with his daughter. "So, um, do you read that book a lot too?"
She had the grace to blush a second time, and nodded. "Like mother, like daughter, you know."
He laughed for maybe a syllable or two, then frowned. "How is 'Mione? I mean really, is she happy?"
Lily's face seemed to cloud for just a moment while she thought.
'Wow. You can really tell that she takes after Mione in the brain department,' he was thinking as she formulated her answer.
"She's...okay, dad. She misses you, to this day. I wonder when she's going to be getting here?"
"If they act now anything like they acted fifteen years ago, I'll bet Molly is forcing everyone to gather at the burrow before they head over here."
Lily laughed the first deep laugh Harry had ever heard out of her. "I guess some things never change, do they dad?"
"No," he chuckled, "I guess they don't. Do I remember right in thinking that Dumbledore said you could use his private owls?"
"Yeah, but there was a small problem with that."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I was up on my way to give the letters to his owls, when this phoenix came throught the window, and snatched them from my hand before taking off."
Harry laughed. "Dumbledore doesn't have private owls. He has Fawkes. He set you up."
"Fawkes?"
"Lily! Are you even my child? Haven't you been sent to the headmasters office at least once?"
"No, I mean, yes, I am your daughter, and no, I haven't been sent there ever." She looked sad at the accusation.
"Cheer up Lily, it was only a joke. Fawkes is Dumbledore's Phoenix. Can fly faster than you can imagine. He stays in the headmaster's office. Pretty good friend of mine, that phoenix."
"Spend a lot of time in the office, dad?" She said grinning.
'At least she's not sad anymore.' "Obviously your mother didn't tell you EVERYTHING about me now, did she?"
Lily laughed. "Yeah, well I was about to go write two new notes when I ran into Professor Dumbledore and told him what happened. He said that everything would be fine and I should come back down to be there if you woke. So here I am!"
Say, are you hungry?"
"Starving," she replied.
"Great, would you grab my uniform? I just need to get dressed.." He was cut off.
"But DAD!, you shouldn't be getting out of bed! I mean just a week ago you were on the verge of death!"
"Oh, come ON! I've been in this infirmary so many times that I should have a wing named after me! I think I know if I can handle a bit of a walk or not." With this, he proceeded to swing his legs off the bed and stand, using one hand to hold his hospital gown closed behind him while steadying himself with his other hand on the bed.
Lily let out an exasperated sigh, (which to Harry's amusement sounded just like Hermione's,) and walked across the room to gather his things. She returned with them, handed them over to Harry, and mumbled "They do."
"Sorry?"
She spoke up. "I said they do have an infirmary wing named after you."
Harry just chucked to himself as he pulled up his trousers under his hospital gown. "I'd say that I'm shocked, but I don't think much more can shock me at this point. I'm kinda shocked out."
"IF, you insist on going to get some food, then I am going to help you," she said VERY stubbornly, just like a bushy-haired female her father knew well.
"That's good, I could use a hand." He contemplated for a bit. "I'm sorry, its just that I really need to get up and walk around a bit." Harry buttoned his trousers and then pulled the hospital gown over his head, replacing it with a T-shirt. He slipped his feet into his boots, then asked, "Ready?"
"Ready Dad."
Harry took two steps, then stumbled and almost fell. He would have fell, if Lily hadn't caught him.
"How about you hold onto my arm, and we'll take it really slow, k?"
"Alright." Harry looked disappointed at needing the help, but was still grateful for it.
"JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE GOING?" Harry heard just as they got to the door.
"Busted," he whispered to her as they turned around, causing her to giggle.
"I am going for a walk, Madame Pomfrey."
"I DON'T THINK SO, YOU CAN'T JU-"
Harry cut her off, but in a tone that any rational person could figure out that he was trying to hold his temper. "I am going for a walk, Madame Pomfrey."
"NO YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY NOT! I AM GOI-"
"POPPY!" Harry shouted, and Madame Pomfrey looked positively frightened. "I am going for a walk. I will be back to rest afterwards, understood?"
The noticeably pale Medi-wizard mutely nodded her acceptance.
"Thank you," Harry said while rolling his eyes, the simple two words dripping with heavy sarcasm.
As the two Potters slowly made their way from the Medical wing, Harry's curiosity got the better of him "I wonder why she let us go? Every time I lost my temper with her before she never let me go then?"
"It's simple, Dad. Before when you lost your temper, you were just a kid who got mad. Now, you are probably regarded as the most powerful wizard who ever lived. I doubt anyone who recognizes you will want to anger you intentionally."
Harry only nodded sadly and they continued.
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Meanwhile:
Ms. Hermione Granger was sitting in her office in her manor, trying to work on her ledger for the twins. She would call it an office. Most would call it a library. The 'office', as she saw it, was a good eight meters high, thirty meters square, and lined wall to wall, floor to ceiling with books. On her enormous desk sat a mug of coffee, four open books, three ledgers, a bottle of ink, a quill, and a framed picture.
The wizarding picture itself was of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, at the beginning of term in their seventh year. Hermione was in the middle looking very serene and introspective some of the time, and laughing like a lunatic with the other two at other times. Ron was on her right, making bunny ears now and then or pulling something out his pocket and eating it. Harry was on her right, smiling as if he didn't have a care in the world. The other two in the photograph new better, however.
She watched the photo with red-rimmed eyes that threatened to wash over with tears, completely ignoring her work. Harry would pull her close now and then and kiss her cheek, and Hermione in turn would show a smile that would seemingly brighten the entire field in which the photograph was taken.
Hermione sniffed and wiped away an arrant tear with the very tips of her fingers. 'Come on Hermione,' she chided herself. 'Every year you are like this for at least a week and a half after HP day. Just calm down, and concentrate on your work.'
Just as she had picked up the quill and was attempting another stab at the ledgers, a phoenix flew through the window carrying a letter.
"Fawkes?" she asked in astonishment.
The phoenix trilled a short note, dropped the letter in the middle of the desk, then landed right on her shoulder. Hermione noticed that he had another letter in his other claw, but like hers was completely unmarked. Fawkes gently pressed his forehead into hers and looked her in the eye for a moment before taking to flight again, directly out the window he came.
'Why would Fawkes be bringing a letter?' she thought to herself as she opened said letter.
Hermione stood up with a start, knocking over her mug of coffee shattering it onto the floor, and then stared straight ahead at the wall for a moment. Her wits soon came back to her, and she dropped her quill, dropped the letter, and raced out of the room, grabbing her cloak as she went.
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"So, where are we going anyway, Dad?"
"Oh, I know of this pear that just loves a good tickle-"
"Whatcha got there, Potter?" a voice interrupted him from behind. Both Potters whipped around to look who had spoken.
"Oh, no," Harry heard Lily whisper in what was a small, scared sounding voice.
"What, the little Half-blood got a boyfriend now?"
Harry turned to Lily. "Who IS this bastard?"
"Evan Flint.. He's terrorized me since first year."
"And you never stood up to him?"
Lily looked down, afraid to meet her father's glare. "Mom always said that I should find an adult, or just to ignore it."
"Well, no daughter of mine is going to have to take this any LONGER!"
Harry turned back towards Evan, the rage evident in his eyes. "You must be Marcus Flint's kid. I recognize the teeth."
The four Slytherins watching the encounter behind Evan gasped. Apparently, Flint's teeth were a sore spot for him.
"What did you just say? Huh? What. Did. You. Say. Squib?" Flint was beyond angry.
"Talk to Lily like that again, and I'll make sure you have a bed right next to mine in the infirmary." Harry retorted, fully meeting his glare, while Lily just looked shocked at the entire ordeal.
"Like what, call her a half-blood? So what if I do? Her Father's dead" here he paused for dramatic effect, his head shaking out every word in an 'I dare you to' manner. "And her Mother's a mud-"
Evan never finished that sentence. One instant, Harry became a blur, and the next instant, Flint was face down on the ground, completely unconscious, while Harry stood, with his right hand still in a fist, glaring at the Slytherins who seemed to be looking at him with fear and awe mixed together.
"W-w-who are y-ou?" One dared to ask.
Harry walked over to talk nose-to-nose with the one who asked the question. The cowed Slytherin could see the green fire burn with cold light in his eyes. "Look at the scar. Do the math." He waited until the recognition hit home. "If anyone..ANYONE" he shouted, looking at the rest of them. "If anyone so much as glances sideways at my daughter again, I won't be held responsible for what happens. If you think I'M bad, you should see her when she's angry. She is, as of right now, allowed to defend herself anyway she deems fit. I'm not going to hold her back anymore. May whatever god you pray to help you should you hurt or anger her again."
Harry glared at the rest of the Slytherins one last time before walking over to his daughter, taking her hand, and stalking away. When they were around the corner and out of view, Harry seemed to lose all his strength.
"Why don't we just sit here for a bit."
A very pale Lily only nodded, and they both sat on the floor with their backs to the wall.
Harry chuckled to himself. "That was weird."
Lily, who had been staring at the wall opposite them with wide adrenaline fueled eyes, let out a snort. "Which part?"
Harry turned his head to look at her. "Well, he started calling you and your mother names, then the sound just stopped. I looked around and everyone was just.. Not moving. So, I ran up to him and hit him as hard as I could. But the weird thing is, he just fell, really slowly. Almost not at all at first, like I didn't even touch him. He did start speeding up on the way down though, and when I looked up, everyone was moving and breathing again."
Lily looked to her father. "From what I saw?, you just vanished in a blur, and the next moment you were standing over him and he was unconscious. Almost like you were moving to fast for us to see." Her voice was shaking, and Harry didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Come on, we need to speak to Dumbledore on this," Harry began as he gathered himself to his feet. "Something tells me that my little trip through time has had some more effect on me than is known."
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Meanwhile:
Molly Weasley was happily humming herself a tune, while fixing some dinner for the five grandchildren she was watching. They were not old enough yet to go to school, and Molly had missed a noisy house, so she had volunteered to watch them while their parents were at work. She turned to check on them, and did a quick head count. "Red, red, red, white, white. All here." Still, the memory of Bill's reaction when their first daughter had been born with white hair amused her. 'Well what did he think? She's part Veela! I really don't think that he could have expected children with red hair, now could he?' she thought to herself.
Her thoughts drifted while the dinner cooked, and her thoughts landed on Hermione. 'I wonder how the poor child is holding up? She's always so depressed this time of year. I should Floo her and invite her over for dinner.'
Just as she was walking towards the fireplace, a phoenix flew in through the open window, dropping a letter directly in her hand before circling back and exiting through the window it entered.
Molly looked down at the letter, it was unmarked. She turned it over, checking it for some sign of who it was from, but all effort was to no avail. 'That looked like Albus's Phoenix,' she thought to herself as she tore open the letter. The further down the note she read the more tears fell from her eyes. When she finished, she pressed the letter to her chest, looked up towards the ceiling, and collected herself. She then proceeded to run, not walk, to the fireplace. She through some floo powder into the fireplace and shouted "Arthur Weasley!"
The grandchildren, whom up until now had been just a hair above bored on the fun scale, dropped what they were currently doing and ran over to see what the commotion was all about.
Arthur Weasley's Head appeared in the fire. "GRANDPA!" all the children shrieked when they saw him. "Hi kids!," he greeted them. "What's wrong Molly? Why are you crying?"
"He's back," She whispered out. "Our lost son is back. Take some time off, Arthur, We need to roundup all the children and grandchildren as quickly as possible."
"What's going on?" Arthur looked incredibly confused.
"ARTHUR WEASLEY GET HOME RIGHT THIS VERY INSTANT!" The famous Weasley temper was back in full swing.
"I'll be right there dear." He turned to face the kids. "I'll be home in just a minute kids! And I've got plugs!" he teased in a singsong voice to them.
The kids cheered.
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Harry and Lily were limping back towards the infirmary, so Harry could rest while Lily fetched Dumbledore, when a question she had been holding back finally was let go.
"Why did you tell them that I was even more dangerous than you? I'm going to get killed within a week!"
Harry chuckled for a second before he started coughing. "Two reasons. One, I can't belive that your mother let you be bullied for this long. That should put the fear into them good. Two, this gives me a chance to train you, and spend some time getting to know the daughter I didn't know I had."\
Lily blushed. "Thanks Dad, I love you."
"Pretty sure I love you too, kiddo. Now lets go, even my hair hurts right now."