Howdy! Sorry this has taken ages it's just that I have been revising hard
for my exams and I should be now, but I'm too tired to revise and my brain
is like a cotton wool bud.
N e way here's chapter 4 I think.
DISCLAIMER – All J.K's
Harry's POV
I woke up to the feeble attempts of the sun trying to shine through the curntainless window, except it didn't try hard enough and was swept away by the grey cloud.
I lay there for a while thinking to myself.
Hmm...wonder what time it is...oh well, another bright cheerful day in the Potter household, the NEW Potter household come to think of it... I should get up now, I need to get to the ministry...oh bugger...who's gonna take James while I'm at work...I'll have to think of that whilst I'm in the shower. OK Potter get up...NOW!
I sat up, groaned, fell back, closed my eyes and burrowed further down in the warm bed ready for another five minutes sleep. Well I was ready until somebody on the muggle baby monitor decided to take the role as my alarm clock and told me to get up. Yet again I sat up, groaned and actually managed to move myself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and fumbled for my glasses on the nightstand.
I stumbled down the couple of steps leading to the dining area of the flat and promptly tripped over a packing box. Swearing violently I flicked the light switch and practically flew through James' door, landing on the floor with a thud. Rolling over I saw my sons face looking down at me through the bars of his cot. Smiling I jumped up with a burst of energy and sat back down again having just painfully hitting my head on the lethal light hanging from the ceiling.
This day was just getting better and better.
After managing to stand up properly and finally managing to get ready, I walked down the stairs to the bottom floor and pulled open a cupboard where Ron had said he left James' buggie. I pulled it out, strapped a giggling James into it and glanced at my watch.
Great, my first day back in England and I'm late. Brilliant.
I let out a deep breath and silently thanked Ron for picking a flat so near The Ministry of Magic.
Better get going if I want to get there before I get the worst telling off since, well...ever. I thought as I pushed the buggie out the door and set off in the direction of the ministry.
I handed my wand over to the guard and unstrapped James from the buggie, leaving it safely stashed away in a corner. Collecting my wand from the guard I jogged (well more like power walked, because you can't easily jog whist juggling a baby in on one arm and a wand in the other) to the gold elevators and took the lift to the auror floor and nearly fell through the elevators doors trying to get out as quickly possible, this was the cue for James to start snivelling.
Ron looked up from where he was standing over a document on the nearest desk and grinned.
"And wot time do you call this?"
"Shut up, and come and help me will you, he's about to howl"
"Sure, come 'ere Jamesie boy" said Ron lifting the infant from my arms and chucking him up into the air and catching up again.
"Martin is going to murder you"
"Thanks for informing me" I said sarcastically glaring at him.
"So why are you late?"
"My alarm thought it would be fun to sleep in, for the first time in its life"
"Oh, where's it now?"
"You're holding it"
"Hello alarm clock" Ron said grinning stupidly at the dribbling baby in his arms and strode off to make 'the alarm clock' comfortable on his desk.
"HARRY POTTER!!"
"Ahh, crap" I sighed and swivelled on the spot to face the senior auror incharge in England.
"WHAT TIME DO YOU BLOODY WELL CALL THIS?"
"Late, and I would ask you not to swear so loudly 'cos my son's sitting over there" I said in a rush, staring at the dragon hide boots infront of me.
"Well what the bloody hell is he doing here?" he said lowering his voice to a low hiss "And don't take that tone with me, in my office now"
Fifteen minutes later I walked out of Martin's office and sank wearily into a spare chair opposite to where Ron was showing a trick to James using a pair of gloves to represent a rabbit
"Comin' mate" he said noticing me and picking James up of his desk "let's get you to your new desk and ready to start the day, your working with me"
"Oh Joy" I moaned, but slumped after him.
After the long day was over, James and I took a leisurely stroll home, taking a detour down a lane that James was pointing to. It turned out that we lived near a park with ducks. I sat down on the bench near the small lake and took James out of the buggie and let him toddle around my feet whilst I tore up the remains of my sandwich from lunch for James so he could feed the ducks gathering around him at the sight of food. I watched him with a slight smile on my face as he made odd quacking noises, when suddenly out of the blue, a stray dog which had seen out of the corner of my eye ran up chasing away the ducks. I stood up and made to walk to James when the dog turned and jumped on James. He screamed.
"JAMES" I yelled and kicked the dog off him, but not before it could do any damage
I picked him up and cradled him gently to my chest, trying to shush his cries and at the same time to staunch the blood pouring from his arm, where the dog had savaged him. Holding him with one arm I ripped off my coat and wrapped it gently around his him and his injured arm.
What do I do?! There's no one around. St.Mungo's!! Yes it's not very far!
Abandoning the buggie I ran as gently as I could in the direction of St. Mungo's. After ten minutes I was beginning to get frantic, I couldn't find it and James' arm was bleeding too much for comfort. Then I ran into an area which I remembered and saw the shop with the mannequins in the window. I hurriedly whispered to the mannequin and pushed my way through the window and into the waiting area and ran up to the receptionist.
"How can I help you?"
"My son has just been bitten by a dog and he's losing a lot of blood"
"Floor 3, next please"
"Thanks for the help" I said managing a withering stare at the receptionist before hurrying up to floor 3.
I took the steps two at a time, too many things running through my head.
I can't loose him, not now, he's the only thing that keeps me sane.
The next receptionist was a bit more helpful and let me jump the queue. She led me to a section in a ward curtained of from everyone else. I sat there rocking James back and forth in my arms trying to quieten his constant howls but not really getting anywhere.
After a couple of minutes the curtain was drawn back and I young trainee healer came in with flaming red hair and big chocolate brown eyes, exactly like the little boy's in my arms.
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N e way here's chapter 4 I think.
DISCLAIMER – All J.K's
Harry's POV
I woke up to the feeble attempts of the sun trying to shine through the curntainless window, except it didn't try hard enough and was swept away by the grey cloud.
I lay there for a while thinking to myself.
Hmm...wonder what time it is...oh well, another bright cheerful day in the Potter household, the NEW Potter household come to think of it... I should get up now, I need to get to the ministry...oh bugger...who's gonna take James while I'm at work...I'll have to think of that whilst I'm in the shower. OK Potter get up...NOW!
I sat up, groaned, fell back, closed my eyes and burrowed further down in the warm bed ready for another five minutes sleep. Well I was ready until somebody on the muggle baby monitor decided to take the role as my alarm clock and told me to get up. Yet again I sat up, groaned and actually managed to move myself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and fumbled for my glasses on the nightstand.
I stumbled down the couple of steps leading to the dining area of the flat and promptly tripped over a packing box. Swearing violently I flicked the light switch and practically flew through James' door, landing on the floor with a thud. Rolling over I saw my sons face looking down at me through the bars of his cot. Smiling I jumped up with a burst of energy and sat back down again having just painfully hitting my head on the lethal light hanging from the ceiling.
This day was just getting better and better.
After managing to stand up properly and finally managing to get ready, I walked down the stairs to the bottom floor and pulled open a cupboard where Ron had said he left James' buggie. I pulled it out, strapped a giggling James into it and glanced at my watch.
Great, my first day back in England and I'm late. Brilliant.
I let out a deep breath and silently thanked Ron for picking a flat so near The Ministry of Magic.
Better get going if I want to get there before I get the worst telling off since, well...ever. I thought as I pushed the buggie out the door and set off in the direction of the ministry.
I handed my wand over to the guard and unstrapped James from the buggie, leaving it safely stashed away in a corner. Collecting my wand from the guard I jogged (well more like power walked, because you can't easily jog whist juggling a baby in on one arm and a wand in the other) to the gold elevators and took the lift to the auror floor and nearly fell through the elevators doors trying to get out as quickly possible, this was the cue for James to start snivelling.
Ron looked up from where he was standing over a document on the nearest desk and grinned.
"And wot time do you call this?"
"Shut up, and come and help me will you, he's about to howl"
"Sure, come 'ere Jamesie boy" said Ron lifting the infant from my arms and chucking him up into the air and catching up again.
"Martin is going to murder you"
"Thanks for informing me" I said sarcastically glaring at him.
"So why are you late?"
"My alarm thought it would be fun to sleep in, for the first time in its life"
"Oh, where's it now?"
"You're holding it"
"Hello alarm clock" Ron said grinning stupidly at the dribbling baby in his arms and strode off to make 'the alarm clock' comfortable on his desk.
"HARRY POTTER!!"
"Ahh, crap" I sighed and swivelled on the spot to face the senior auror incharge in England.
"WHAT TIME DO YOU BLOODY WELL CALL THIS?"
"Late, and I would ask you not to swear so loudly 'cos my son's sitting over there" I said in a rush, staring at the dragon hide boots infront of me.
"Well what the bloody hell is he doing here?" he said lowering his voice to a low hiss "And don't take that tone with me, in my office now"
Fifteen minutes later I walked out of Martin's office and sank wearily into a spare chair opposite to where Ron was showing a trick to James using a pair of gloves to represent a rabbit
"Comin' mate" he said noticing me and picking James up of his desk "let's get you to your new desk and ready to start the day, your working with me"
"Oh Joy" I moaned, but slumped after him.
After the long day was over, James and I took a leisurely stroll home, taking a detour down a lane that James was pointing to. It turned out that we lived near a park with ducks. I sat down on the bench near the small lake and took James out of the buggie and let him toddle around my feet whilst I tore up the remains of my sandwich from lunch for James so he could feed the ducks gathering around him at the sight of food. I watched him with a slight smile on my face as he made odd quacking noises, when suddenly out of the blue, a stray dog which had seen out of the corner of my eye ran up chasing away the ducks. I stood up and made to walk to James when the dog turned and jumped on James. He screamed.
"JAMES" I yelled and kicked the dog off him, but not before it could do any damage
I picked him up and cradled him gently to my chest, trying to shush his cries and at the same time to staunch the blood pouring from his arm, where the dog had savaged him. Holding him with one arm I ripped off my coat and wrapped it gently around his him and his injured arm.
What do I do?! There's no one around. St.Mungo's!! Yes it's not very far!
Abandoning the buggie I ran as gently as I could in the direction of St. Mungo's. After ten minutes I was beginning to get frantic, I couldn't find it and James' arm was bleeding too much for comfort. Then I ran into an area which I remembered and saw the shop with the mannequins in the window. I hurriedly whispered to the mannequin and pushed my way through the window and into the waiting area and ran up to the receptionist.
"How can I help you?"
"My son has just been bitten by a dog and he's losing a lot of blood"
"Floor 3, next please"
"Thanks for the help" I said managing a withering stare at the receptionist before hurrying up to floor 3.
I took the steps two at a time, too many things running through my head.
I can't loose him, not now, he's the only thing that keeps me sane.
The next receptionist was a bit more helpful and let me jump the queue. She led me to a section in a ward curtained of from everyone else. I sat there rocking James back and forth in my arms trying to quieten his constant howls but not really getting anywhere.
After a couple of minutes the curtain was drawn back and I young trainee healer came in with flaming red hair and big chocolate brown eyes, exactly like the little boy's in my arms.
Review and I might post the next chapter (
- pin