Life was harder than anyone ever explained. No one could tell you what the
future held, but they certainly tried to turn you into what they wanted
most. Whether they noticed it or not, children grow into adults and become
what they've always wanted, showing no care to what they were taught. The
pain will linger of a past that has been forgotten, but that will not stop
them from living in the present, in a life they love more than the past
could have ever done for them. New lives are created and the cycle begins
anew, unless something stands in the way.
Today had been the first time since Maria past away that I had felt something inside me. It was hard to know that everything in the past had forced me to leave the one place I called home. Hogwarts was always my home, but I had made Mexico my new home, forgetting about the torment and pain that had been etched into my very soul. Maria had helped me see past the fact that I wasn't just some icon to be indorsed, but that I was still human. That I still needed love and nourishing. She gave me that and more; all I want is my wife back, and those who took her from me to suffer. I returned for that exact reason. I only hope that Albus will understand.
Hermione had accepted the truth for what it was, and knew I was suffering. She had been there while I cried, and she had known that I was not leaving. Something in her eyes told me that she wasn't going to let me leave even if I had wanted to. There was still much I had to deal with, and I had no idea who could help me. I had to take care of my daughter; she was my first priority, Elvira. My baby. My life from here on in.
"Harry?" I looked over at Hermione as she held herself with the same poise she had when we were in school. She hadn't changed much. She was smarter than I could ever wish to be, and beautiful too. Her hair had grown out and was now currently braided down her back. "If you're ready, lets go get Elvira and head to Hogwarts. I've sent word to Albus, to let him know I'm coming."
Nodding, I joined her at the door. I was nervous, more than I had been when I was told I was a famous wizard. But I'm nothing more than a normal wizard now. I had continued to get my daily prophet after I left Hogwarts. It was away to keep an old connection still alive, even if I wanted it to die. I had learned through the paper that people were loosing hope in me, which was great. If they could survive without me, then I had nothing to worry about. I was just thankful that I had something to come back to. I mean, I love Hogwarts with everything that I am. And so, it was hard leaving, now that I'm back, I never want to leave again.
We apparated to Diagon Alley and entered the Leaky Cauldron. Elvira was sitting at the table in her nanny's arms when we walked in. She had looked up as the door opened and found us standing there. She smiled a wide bright grin at the two of us and scurried out of Nina's arms. Her blond black hair fell into her face as she buried her head in my legs. I loved my baby. Picking her up, I wiped away the tears from her sun-kissed skin.
"Papa," she cooed in her sweet Spanish accent. I turned to look at Hermione. "Papá malo." She looked up at me with the same scowl that her mother used to look at me with when I was late coming home.
"Elvira malo!" I replied as she looked up at me with shock filled eyes as I laughed. "Elvira is a good girl. Papá just making fun. This is my friend Hermione." I introduced Hermione to my daughter, but she didn't seemed to happy with meeting another woman.
"Mr. Potter." I looked up at Nina as several people turned to look at me standing there. "Miss Elvira needs her nap. I will put her down for you."
I shook my head.
"Nina, you and Elvira will come to Hogwarts with Hermione and I. We have much to discuss with Albus Dumbledore. You remember my telling you about him correct?" I stated as I watched people crowding around us. "I am sorry to disturb your stays here, but I have business to take care of, and haven't much time to get it done."
The whispers started again, as they had when I was a first year coming to Diagon Alley for the first time. This time they were harsher, but I didn't care much. I had to get to Hogwarts to speak with Albus, before things turned chaotic and I couldn't find the time to let my former mentor know I was back. We turned to leave and apparated to Hogwarts. Hermione had Nina around the waist, while I held Elvira. I hadn't been to Hogsmeade in such a long time. I can only imagine what people will say when they see me there. Probably have the same reaction that the witches and wizards at Diagon Alley had.
Hogwarts had not changed any since I last looked upon it. I felt like I was just returning to the school after fifth year had ended. It was as if no time at all had past on the stones of the school; that only I had aged four years. Twenty now, and I'm just returning to the school I had loved with a passion. The Quidditch Pitch stood off in the distance, and I could still feel the wind in my face from the last time I played against Slytherin. I was petrified to return, and I knew that I had to.
"Come on," Hermione said. Taking my hand in hers, she led me to Hogwarts. Either she knew that I was afraid to return, or she knew that somewhere, deep down inside, I was more worried about seeing Albus than actually seeing the school. It was probably a little of both. There was apprehension on my face as we stood outside of Albus' gargoyle.
Today had been the first time since Maria past away that I had felt something inside me. It was hard to know that everything in the past had forced me to leave the one place I called home. Hogwarts was always my home, but I had made Mexico my new home, forgetting about the torment and pain that had been etched into my very soul. Maria had helped me see past the fact that I wasn't just some icon to be indorsed, but that I was still human. That I still needed love and nourishing. She gave me that and more; all I want is my wife back, and those who took her from me to suffer. I returned for that exact reason. I only hope that Albus will understand.
Hermione had accepted the truth for what it was, and knew I was suffering. She had been there while I cried, and she had known that I was not leaving. Something in her eyes told me that she wasn't going to let me leave even if I had wanted to. There was still much I had to deal with, and I had no idea who could help me. I had to take care of my daughter; she was my first priority, Elvira. My baby. My life from here on in.
"Harry?" I looked over at Hermione as she held herself with the same poise she had when we were in school. She hadn't changed much. She was smarter than I could ever wish to be, and beautiful too. Her hair had grown out and was now currently braided down her back. "If you're ready, lets go get Elvira and head to Hogwarts. I've sent word to Albus, to let him know I'm coming."
Nodding, I joined her at the door. I was nervous, more than I had been when I was told I was a famous wizard. But I'm nothing more than a normal wizard now. I had continued to get my daily prophet after I left Hogwarts. It was away to keep an old connection still alive, even if I wanted it to die. I had learned through the paper that people were loosing hope in me, which was great. If they could survive without me, then I had nothing to worry about. I was just thankful that I had something to come back to. I mean, I love Hogwarts with everything that I am. And so, it was hard leaving, now that I'm back, I never want to leave again.
We apparated to Diagon Alley and entered the Leaky Cauldron. Elvira was sitting at the table in her nanny's arms when we walked in. She had looked up as the door opened and found us standing there. She smiled a wide bright grin at the two of us and scurried out of Nina's arms. Her blond black hair fell into her face as she buried her head in my legs. I loved my baby. Picking her up, I wiped away the tears from her sun-kissed skin.
"Papa," she cooed in her sweet Spanish accent. I turned to look at Hermione. "Papá malo." She looked up at me with the same scowl that her mother used to look at me with when I was late coming home.
"Elvira malo!" I replied as she looked up at me with shock filled eyes as I laughed. "Elvira is a good girl. Papá just making fun. This is my friend Hermione." I introduced Hermione to my daughter, but she didn't seemed to happy with meeting another woman.
"Mr. Potter." I looked up at Nina as several people turned to look at me standing there. "Miss Elvira needs her nap. I will put her down for you."
I shook my head.
"Nina, you and Elvira will come to Hogwarts with Hermione and I. We have much to discuss with Albus Dumbledore. You remember my telling you about him correct?" I stated as I watched people crowding around us. "I am sorry to disturb your stays here, but I have business to take care of, and haven't much time to get it done."
The whispers started again, as they had when I was a first year coming to Diagon Alley for the first time. This time they were harsher, but I didn't care much. I had to get to Hogwarts to speak with Albus, before things turned chaotic and I couldn't find the time to let my former mentor know I was back. We turned to leave and apparated to Hogwarts. Hermione had Nina around the waist, while I held Elvira. I hadn't been to Hogsmeade in such a long time. I can only imagine what people will say when they see me there. Probably have the same reaction that the witches and wizards at Diagon Alley had.
Hogwarts had not changed any since I last looked upon it. I felt like I was just returning to the school after fifth year had ended. It was as if no time at all had past on the stones of the school; that only I had aged four years. Twenty now, and I'm just returning to the school I had loved with a passion. The Quidditch Pitch stood off in the distance, and I could still feel the wind in my face from the last time I played against Slytherin. I was petrified to return, and I knew that I had to.
"Come on," Hermione said. Taking my hand in hers, she led me to Hogwarts. Either she knew that I was afraid to return, or she knew that somewhere, deep down inside, I was more worried about seeing Albus than actually seeing the school. It was probably a little of both. There was apprehension on my face as we stood outside of Albus' gargoyle.