ANThank you reviewers for your wonderful reviews! Now I know all my
other chapters have been really, really short so Ill try to make this a bit
longer...though that may not work considering the fact that I'm writing this
in English while I'm suppose to be doing my essay....oh well anything
for the art of the procrastination...right?
Disclaimer: I own nothing I see nothing, (no really I don't I lost my glasses) (of course 1or 2 characters I have made up. though they are still hiding from this story some where)
James sat next to Sirius and looked at him, he had gone pale.
"what's the matter Sirius?"
Sirius looked up
"Oh you know what's up...how many times have you played patacake with a baby, put him down for a nap and found him talking?...it's not right."
James sighed
"don't worry about it, we're sure its nothing to do with You-know-who.....I contacted Dumbledore, He thinks so also...and after he is done answering all his owls he promises to be here...to find some more things out."
Lily walked in, an ice pack on her head; James got up and walked up to her.
"Oh Lily, when are we going to break you of such Mugglish habits?"
He said while taking out his wand
"Magic is not going to cure the headache I got James"
He shrugged and put his wand away sitting back down
Lily walked over to the crib, and looked onto the sleeping form that was Harry. She sighed putting down the ice pack; she reached in and pushed a bit of his stray away hair that had fallen onto his face. She took a teddy bear from the pile next to his crib, placing it next to him. A Hand fell onto her shoulder, and she looked around to see James near her.
"It's going to be alright Lily... I promise..." He said, His voice sincere, Lily nodded, and made sure the blanket was snug around Harry before walking over to where Sirius was sitting. He still had smoke pouring out of his ears, though it had become more of wisps then the clouds of it that were around him before. He looked over to James "Well look at the bright side, with a talking baby, you will never need to go crazy on guessing what the heck he is crying about...."
This drew a little smile from james "Sirius, You are such a pessimistic Optimist...you know that?" "Well" Sirius replied "At least I make sense in what I say..." Harry tossed in his sleep, his hand hitting the soft nose of his teddy bear as he dreamed. In his dream he was 9 years old again, It was 3 weeks after Christmas Vacation and he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, tracing the scar that was on his forehead, He had always wondered where he got it..though he daren't ask his Aunt Petunia....He shuddered at would happen...
"ARE YOU DONE YET!?!?"
He heard screamed from the other side of the door, that and furious knocking. He sighed and turned towards the door, and opened it to see the purple face of his Uncle.
"YOU HAVE BEEN IN HERE FOR 20 MINUTES...WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?" He yelled his face turning even more purple.
"Nothing" Harry mumbled, he was looking down at his baggy orange shirt nad shuffling his foot...
"GO DOWN AND HELP YOUR AUNT WITH DINNER YOU LAZY SLOB!"
Harry nodded and scurried out of the bathroom, hearing ugly nuttering before a door slamming. He ran downstairs and into the kitchen where he saw his aunt mixing something in a bowl. Without looking up, or saying a word, she pointed to a pile of Potatoes, and handed him a knife. Harry dighed and sat down picking up his first Potato.
After about 15 Minutes of peeling he put his 3rd freshly peeled potato aside. Looking up he saw that his aunt had sat down and was reading a book, looking up occasionally at the oven to check the timer, then lookinh hurriedly down at her book again, which Harry saw was titled 'The Art of Spying.'
Harry stood up, A mad bough of courage over whelming him.
"A-aunt Petunia?" He said his voice shaking a bit.
She looked up her voice a little pink her mouth in a frown.
"Yes?" she said sharply.
"I was wondering...what ever did happen to my Parents?"
She turned a deep shade of Scarlet
"They died in a car accident, the stupid hogs, weren't even wearing seat belts for pity's sake! You escaped though....only with that stupid scar on you forehead..." she shook her head.
"and what did I tell you about asking questions?"
"Sorry Aunt Petunia..." he muttered turning back to his potatoes, feeling even more confused than before. "A car accident..?"
Harry woke up, he blinked twice into the darkness, and remembered where he was. He clenched his tiny fists and thought with grim determination "I will not live like that again, this time...my parents wouldn't die...." And with that Harry rolled over and fell asleep again
(A/N :Please review...and should I do a rewrite? Thanks!-)
Disclaimer: I own nothing I see nothing, (no really I don't I lost my glasses) (of course 1or 2 characters I have made up. though they are still hiding from this story some where)
James sat next to Sirius and looked at him, he had gone pale.
"what's the matter Sirius?"
Sirius looked up
"Oh you know what's up...how many times have you played patacake with a baby, put him down for a nap and found him talking?...it's not right."
James sighed
"don't worry about it, we're sure its nothing to do with You-know-who.....I contacted Dumbledore, He thinks so also...and after he is done answering all his owls he promises to be here...to find some more things out."
Lily walked in, an ice pack on her head; James got up and walked up to her.
"Oh Lily, when are we going to break you of such Mugglish habits?"
He said while taking out his wand
"Magic is not going to cure the headache I got James"
He shrugged and put his wand away sitting back down
Lily walked over to the crib, and looked onto the sleeping form that was Harry. She sighed putting down the ice pack; she reached in and pushed a bit of his stray away hair that had fallen onto his face. She took a teddy bear from the pile next to his crib, placing it next to him. A Hand fell onto her shoulder, and she looked around to see James near her.
"It's going to be alright Lily... I promise..." He said, His voice sincere, Lily nodded, and made sure the blanket was snug around Harry before walking over to where Sirius was sitting. He still had smoke pouring out of his ears, though it had become more of wisps then the clouds of it that were around him before. He looked over to James "Well look at the bright side, with a talking baby, you will never need to go crazy on guessing what the heck he is crying about...."
This drew a little smile from james "Sirius, You are such a pessimistic Optimist...you know that?" "Well" Sirius replied "At least I make sense in what I say..." Harry tossed in his sleep, his hand hitting the soft nose of his teddy bear as he dreamed. In his dream he was 9 years old again, It was 3 weeks after Christmas Vacation and he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, tracing the scar that was on his forehead, He had always wondered where he got it..though he daren't ask his Aunt Petunia....He shuddered at would happen...
"ARE YOU DONE YET!?!?"
He heard screamed from the other side of the door, that and furious knocking. He sighed and turned towards the door, and opened it to see the purple face of his Uncle.
"YOU HAVE BEEN IN HERE FOR 20 MINUTES...WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?" He yelled his face turning even more purple.
"Nothing" Harry mumbled, he was looking down at his baggy orange shirt nad shuffling his foot...
"GO DOWN AND HELP YOUR AUNT WITH DINNER YOU LAZY SLOB!"
Harry nodded and scurried out of the bathroom, hearing ugly nuttering before a door slamming. He ran downstairs and into the kitchen where he saw his aunt mixing something in a bowl. Without looking up, or saying a word, she pointed to a pile of Potatoes, and handed him a knife. Harry dighed and sat down picking up his first Potato.
After about 15 Minutes of peeling he put his 3rd freshly peeled potato aside. Looking up he saw that his aunt had sat down and was reading a book, looking up occasionally at the oven to check the timer, then lookinh hurriedly down at her book again, which Harry saw was titled 'The Art of Spying.'
Harry stood up, A mad bough of courage over whelming him.
"A-aunt Petunia?" He said his voice shaking a bit.
She looked up her voice a little pink her mouth in a frown.
"Yes?" she said sharply.
"I was wondering...what ever did happen to my Parents?"
She turned a deep shade of Scarlet
"They died in a car accident, the stupid hogs, weren't even wearing seat belts for pity's sake! You escaped though....only with that stupid scar on you forehead..." she shook her head.
"and what did I tell you about asking questions?"
"Sorry Aunt Petunia..." he muttered turning back to his potatoes, feeling even more confused than before. "A car accident..?"
Harry woke up, he blinked twice into the darkness, and remembered where he was. He clenched his tiny fists and thought with grim determination "I will not live like that again, this time...my parents wouldn't die...." And with that Harry rolled over and fell asleep again
(A/N :Please review...and should I do a rewrite? Thanks!-)