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The morning that Christmas break started finally dawned, and Harry, James, Sirius, and Remus packed up their things, and got into the familiar thestral-drawn carriages down towards the Hogwarts express. Harry and Hermione to be staying with Sirius and James, and JamesÕs parents for the duration of the Christmas holidays. Harry was overjoyed at the prospect of actually meeting his grandparents.
During the ride to platform 9 3/4, Harry, Hermione, James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus all shared a compartment. Hermione, as usual, was reading a book (this time it was about time traveling). Sirius and James were playing WizardÕs chess, and Harry, Lily, and Remus were talking about how glad they were that it was the Christmas holidays. Throughout the whole ride to platform 9 3/4, Harry noticed that Sirius kept looking from Hermione to Harry with a smile on his face.
Finally, the Hogwarts express stopped at platform 9 3/4. Everyone clambered off the train, and headed onto the platform to meet their relatives.
"You must be Harry and Hermione! James has told us so much about you!" said Mrs. Potter on seeing Harry and Hermione.
"Uh...are you sure we didnÕt have twins?" said Mr. Potter. "Harry and James look almost identical...except for the eyes..."
"I got the eyes from my mum," said Harry. He smiled.
"Well, mum, dad, shall we get going?" said James.
"Certainly," said Mr. Potter.
Sirius, Harry, Hermione, and James waved good-bye to Remus and Lily (James gave Lily a good-bye kiss), and they walked out of the hidden entrance to platform 9 3/4, and towards the car. Mr. Potter had had the car magically expanded from the inside, so, of course, everyone fit in nice and snug, along with their trunks and Hedwig.
"So, Harry, who are your parents? IÕd like to meet them," said Mrs. Potter.
"TheyÕre dead," said Harry quietly. "They died when I was a baby."
"IÕm so sorry that happened," said Mrs. Potter. "If..if you donÕt mind my asking...how did they-?"
"Die?" said Harry.
"You donÕt have to answer."
"ItÕs all right," said Harry. "My parents were murdered by Voldemort." Harry spat out VoldemortÕs name bitterly.
Everyone was quiet after that. Harry looked out the window at the rolling grasslands, and the growing darkness until the sun set completely, and it was night. They arrived at JamesÕs house, which was in a little town. Mr. Potter pulled into the driveway and stopped the car.
"WhatÕs this town called?" Hermione asked. "ItÕs very pretty."
"This is GodricÕs Hollow," said Mr. Potter.
Harry, who had been dragging his trunk towards the front door, stopped dead in his tracks.
"What did you say it was called?" he asked shakily, though he had heard Mr. Potter perfectly.
"GodricÕs Hollow," said Mr. Potter. Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth.
"Anything the matter, Harry dear?" asked Mrs. Potter.
"Er- no," said Harry. James, Sirius, and Hermione were all looking at them, for harry had told the three of them that this was were his parents had been killed by Voldemort that fateful night. "IÕm all right."
Mr. Potter unlocked the front door, and led Harry, Hermione, James, and Sirius inside. Mrs. Potter followed, and closed the door. The house was very large, like a mansion, but a little smaller.
"James, show Harry and Hermione to their room. And Jeremiah," Mrs. Potter addressed her husband, Òyou can can help get the luggage into the kidsÕ rooms."
"Mum, weÕre not kids," said James.
"All right, Catherine," said Mr. Potter.
"Good, now, IÕm going to fix you all something to eat."
Harry smiled after Mrs. Potter as she hurried off to the kitchen. She reminded him of Mr. Weasley.
"Well, letÕs get going," said Mr. Potter. He took a hold of HermioneÕs trunk, and started up the stairs. Harry, Hermione, James, and Sirius followed.
Mr. Potter showed Harry where he would be sleeping, and left him there alone. Harry was grateful for a few minutes of peace and quiet. He looked around the room. For some reason, it seemed very familiar. Then he remembered. This had been his bedroom, where he, as a baby, was when Voldemort attempted to kill him. Harry shuddered.
In the room, however, was not a crib, but a bed, with a dark blue bed spread. Harry put his trunk down at the edge of the bead, and HedwigÕs cage on the desk that was right under a window. There was also a larger window, and it had a window seat, but Harry didnÕt go and seat on it; he needed to put his things away.
Harry put his clothes in a wardrobe which was right next to the door. After he had done this, Harry went over to the window and opened it, and then let Hedwig out of her cage. Harry watched as his owl soared out into the night sky, and then decided to go and see Hermione.
Harry located HermioneÕs room (which was two doors down from his room) and knocked on the door. Hermione answered, and led Harry into her room. There was also a window seat in this room. In fact, this room was almost identical to HarryÕs, except the bed had a soft red colored bedspread, with pink polka dots all over it.
"Harry, I didnÕt realize that we would be staying here, of all places," Hermione said. She finished putting her things away, and turned to face harry. "I mean, this is where..." she trailed off.
Harry shrugged. "ItÕs all right," he said, then, because he couldnÕt think of anything else to say, he added, "You look beautiful." And it was true. Hermione had on a sparkly, red, long-sleeved shirt, and a khaki skirt. Her hair hung in delicate curls around her face.
"Thanks," said Hermione. She wrapped her arms around Harry, who placed his arms around HermioneÕs waist.
"Think we should go down for dinner?" said Harry. He leaned closer towards Hermione.
"We will, in a few seconds," said Hermione. She, too, leaned forward, until her lips touched HarryÕs. The stayed that way for a while, locked in eachotherÕs embraces, until someone clearing their throat made Harry and Hermione break apart.
Harry and Hermione looked towards the door, and there stood James and Sirius, both of who where smiling.
"Now, now, none of that," said James.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Time for dinner! Come on," said Sirius.
Harry and Hermione followed James and Sirius down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Dinner was an enjoyable affair, and after everyone had eaten as much as they could, James, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione went up to bed. Harry didnÕt go to sleep right away. He lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, going over in his head about how glad he was to have met his grandparents. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said Harry. The door opened, and Hermione entered. She wasnÕt wearing her red night dress, but a pink pyjama shirt, with pyjama bottoms to match.
"Harry, can I sleep in here with you? IÕm kind of lonely being in my room by myself."
"Sure you can," said Harry. He scooted aside to make room, and Hermione crawled into bed besides Harry. She snuggled up to him, and Harry placed his arm around her. A few minutes later, they each fell asleep.
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Three days later, Harry, James, and Sirius were playing a game of catch-the-snitch. It was afternoon, just after lunch, and James, Sirius, and Harry were having a great time. Hermione was watching from the ground. At the moment, the four seventh years were alone. Nothing valuable in the house had been broken yet, of course, if it had, it could have been repaired with a simple spell.
After the game of catch-the-snitch was over, everyone went inside the house for a late afternoon snack.
"James, how come you donÕt have any food in here?" Sirius complained, opening several cupboards and finding them empty.
"Because you keep eating it all," James replied. "The cupboards will magically fill up later. In the meantime, why donÕt we go to Diagon Alley and hang around. My parents wonÕt be home til this evening."
"Are you sure we should?" Hermione said. "Why donÕt we leave them a note saying where weÕve gone?"
"Good idea," said James. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and quickly scribbled a note the Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
"Come on, Harry," said Sirius. He, Harry, James, and Hermione went over to the fireplace, and before long, they were at Diagon Alley.
James, Harry, Sirius, and Hermione walked around Diagon Alley for a couple hours, and stopped by Florean FortescueÕs for some ice-cream. After that, they went into ZonkoÕs, where Sirius, James, and Harry bought a few items that they could use to prank people back at school. They spent about an hour in ZonkoÕs, and it wasnÕt until Hermione alerted them of the time that they knew that they should be getting back.
"I swear, Harry," said Hermione, shaking her head. "You get more like James every day."
"Why shouldnÕt he?" said James as everyone walked up the stairs to HarryÕs room. "HeÕs my future son! I like to think to think IÕm being a good influence on him."
Hermione replied by rolling her eyes.
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athenakitty= You'll find out. :-)
Jared= I wondered that too. It's intresting to think about.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. Sorry! :-)
~*~
The morning that Christmas break started finally dawned, and Harry, James, Sirius, and Remus packed up their things, and got into the familiar thestral-drawn carriages down towards the Hogwarts express. Harry and Hermione to be staying with Sirius and James, and JamesÕs parents for the duration of the Christmas holidays. Harry was overjoyed at the prospect of actually meeting his grandparents.
During the ride to platform 9 3/4, Harry, Hermione, James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus all shared a compartment. Hermione, as usual, was reading a book (this time it was about time traveling). Sirius and James were playing WizardÕs chess, and Harry, Lily, and Remus were talking about how glad they were that it was the Christmas holidays. Throughout the whole ride to platform 9 3/4, Harry noticed that Sirius kept looking from Hermione to Harry with a smile on his face.
Finally, the Hogwarts express stopped at platform 9 3/4. Everyone clambered off the train, and headed onto the platform to meet their relatives.
"You must be Harry and Hermione! James has told us so much about you!" said Mrs. Potter on seeing Harry and Hermione.
"Uh...are you sure we didnÕt have twins?" said Mr. Potter. "Harry and James look almost identical...except for the eyes..."
"I got the eyes from my mum," said Harry. He smiled.
"Well, mum, dad, shall we get going?" said James.
"Certainly," said Mr. Potter.
Sirius, Harry, Hermione, and James waved good-bye to Remus and Lily (James gave Lily a good-bye kiss), and they walked out of the hidden entrance to platform 9 3/4, and towards the car. Mr. Potter had had the car magically expanded from the inside, so, of course, everyone fit in nice and snug, along with their trunks and Hedwig.
"So, Harry, who are your parents? IÕd like to meet them," said Mrs. Potter.
"TheyÕre dead," said Harry quietly. "They died when I was a baby."
"IÕm so sorry that happened," said Mrs. Potter. "If..if you donÕt mind my asking...how did they-?"
"Die?" said Harry.
"You donÕt have to answer."
"ItÕs all right," said Harry. "My parents were murdered by Voldemort." Harry spat out VoldemortÕs name bitterly.
Everyone was quiet after that. Harry looked out the window at the rolling grasslands, and the growing darkness until the sun set completely, and it was night. They arrived at JamesÕs house, which was in a little town. Mr. Potter pulled into the driveway and stopped the car.
"WhatÕs this town called?" Hermione asked. "ItÕs very pretty."
"This is GodricÕs Hollow," said Mr. Potter.
Harry, who had been dragging his trunk towards the front door, stopped dead in his tracks.
"What did you say it was called?" he asked shakily, though he had heard Mr. Potter perfectly.
"GodricÕs Hollow," said Mr. Potter. Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth.
"Anything the matter, Harry dear?" asked Mrs. Potter.
"Er- no," said Harry. James, Sirius, and Hermione were all looking at them, for harry had told the three of them that this was were his parents had been killed by Voldemort that fateful night. "IÕm all right."
Mr. Potter unlocked the front door, and led Harry, Hermione, James, and Sirius inside. Mrs. Potter followed, and closed the door. The house was very large, like a mansion, but a little smaller.
"James, show Harry and Hermione to their room. And Jeremiah," Mrs. Potter addressed her husband, Òyou can can help get the luggage into the kidsÕ rooms."
"Mum, weÕre not kids," said James.
"All right, Catherine," said Mr. Potter.
"Good, now, IÕm going to fix you all something to eat."
Harry smiled after Mrs. Potter as she hurried off to the kitchen. She reminded him of Mr. Weasley.
"Well, letÕs get going," said Mr. Potter. He took a hold of HermioneÕs trunk, and started up the stairs. Harry, Hermione, James, and Sirius followed.
Mr. Potter showed Harry where he would be sleeping, and left him there alone. Harry was grateful for a few minutes of peace and quiet. He looked around the room. For some reason, it seemed very familiar. Then he remembered. This had been his bedroom, where he, as a baby, was when Voldemort attempted to kill him. Harry shuddered.
In the room, however, was not a crib, but a bed, with a dark blue bed spread. Harry put his trunk down at the edge of the bead, and HedwigÕs cage on the desk that was right under a window. There was also a larger window, and it had a window seat, but Harry didnÕt go and seat on it; he needed to put his things away.
Harry put his clothes in a wardrobe which was right next to the door. After he had done this, Harry went over to the window and opened it, and then let Hedwig out of her cage. Harry watched as his owl soared out into the night sky, and then decided to go and see Hermione.
Harry located HermioneÕs room (which was two doors down from his room) and knocked on the door. Hermione answered, and led Harry into her room. There was also a window seat in this room. In fact, this room was almost identical to HarryÕs, except the bed had a soft red colored bedspread, with pink polka dots all over it.
"Harry, I didnÕt realize that we would be staying here, of all places," Hermione said. She finished putting her things away, and turned to face harry. "I mean, this is where..." she trailed off.
Harry shrugged. "ItÕs all right," he said, then, because he couldnÕt think of anything else to say, he added, "You look beautiful." And it was true. Hermione had on a sparkly, red, long-sleeved shirt, and a khaki skirt. Her hair hung in delicate curls around her face.
"Thanks," said Hermione. She wrapped her arms around Harry, who placed his arms around HermioneÕs waist.
"Think we should go down for dinner?" said Harry. He leaned closer towards Hermione.
"We will, in a few seconds," said Hermione. She, too, leaned forward, until her lips touched HarryÕs. The stayed that way for a while, locked in eachotherÕs embraces, until someone clearing their throat made Harry and Hermione break apart.
Harry and Hermione looked towards the door, and there stood James and Sirius, both of who where smiling.
"Now, now, none of that," said James.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Time for dinner! Come on," said Sirius.
Harry and Hermione followed James and Sirius down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Dinner was an enjoyable affair, and after everyone had eaten as much as they could, James, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione went up to bed. Harry didnÕt go to sleep right away. He lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, going over in his head about how glad he was to have met his grandparents. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said Harry. The door opened, and Hermione entered. She wasnÕt wearing her red night dress, but a pink pyjama shirt, with pyjama bottoms to match.
"Harry, can I sleep in here with you? IÕm kind of lonely being in my room by myself."
"Sure you can," said Harry. He scooted aside to make room, and Hermione crawled into bed besides Harry. She snuggled up to him, and Harry placed his arm around her. A few minutes later, they each fell asleep.
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Three days later, Harry, James, and Sirius were playing a game of catch-the-snitch. It was afternoon, just after lunch, and James, Sirius, and Harry were having a great time. Hermione was watching from the ground. At the moment, the four seventh years were alone. Nothing valuable in the house had been broken yet, of course, if it had, it could have been repaired with a simple spell.
After the game of catch-the-snitch was over, everyone went inside the house for a late afternoon snack.
"James, how come you donÕt have any food in here?" Sirius complained, opening several cupboards and finding them empty.
"Because you keep eating it all," James replied. "The cupboards will magically fill up later. In the meantime, why donÕt we go to Diagon Alley and hang around. My parents wonÕt be home til this evening."
"Are you sure we should?" Hermione said. "Why donÕt we leave them a note saying where weÕve gone?"
"Good idea," said James. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and quickly scribbled a note the Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
"Come on, Harry," said Sirius. He, Harry, James, and Hermione went over to the fireplace, and before long, they were at Diagon Alley.
James, Harry, Sirius, and Hermione walked around Diagon Alley for a couple hours, and stopped by Florean FortescueÕs for some ice-cream. After that, they went into ZonkoÕs, where Sirius, James, and Harry bought a few items that they could use to prank people back at school. They spent about an hour in ZonkoÕs, and it wasnÕt until Hermione alerted them of the time that they knew that they should be getting back.
"I swear, Harry," said Hermione, shaking her head. "You get more like James every day."
"Why shouldnÕt he?" said James as everyone walked up the stairs to HarryÕs room. "HeÕs my future son! I like to think to think IÕm being a good influence on him."
Hermione replied by rolling her eyes.
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