Chapter Two
"Ron, let's go! We don't want to be late because you know how my parents are!" Hermione said while she carried her two-year-old daughter that had her father's bright red hair. He smiled at her as he put the parchment aside.
"Who's all going to be there?" Ron asked and put on his cloak.
"No. You're not wearing your robes. We're going to be around muggle people today. Do you want to bring more attention to you besides your red hair?" She asked but smiled. He kissed her lips gently, took off his cloak, and put on a leather jacket instead.
"There. Are you happy now, Love?" Ron asked and took his daughter from her slender arms. "Ah, Sera. You just love being 'round muggle people don't you?" He asked and his small child nodded. Her eyes were wide and brown and her hair a bright red but with Hermione's bushy tangles. Taking his wand and daughter outside and locking the door, they all apparated and found themselves in the Granger's backyard. Joy. Thought Ron. Sometimes he really hated being around them because the muggle life just really wasn't for him. He still enjoyed the air running through his thick red flames and the joy of riding on the broomstick. It was such an enticing experience but his love for Sera and Hermione always weighed more. And now, he was going to spend time with her parents, who were enjoyable, but the wizardry world he was much better suited to. All well, he just needed to live with it.
Harry set his cup of steaming coffee to the side as he rolled up the parchment he was writing on. Being headmaster of Hogwarts was difficult, but something he enjoyed doing. It has been almost a year since he had heard from Ron and Hermione and their new daughter Sera, but he kept sending them letters. To every single one of them, he received no reply. The door swung gently open and Harry smiled at the blue eyes and half moon glasses that stood in his doorway.
"Dumbledore, it's nice to finally see you again." He said and shook his hand as the old man flashed him a kind grin.
"Harry, it's been a long time. How has Hogwarts been?"
"Just fine, sir."
"Good. My, it's been so long. This used to be my office and you filled it up more than I did with warmth and kindness."
"I don't know about that. I remember when I first came into this room. Thank you, sir, for giving me such an opportunity to become great." Dumbledore smiled at the black hair man that is now twenty-three years of age. With Voldemort gone and all, everything has been peaceful, thanks to the boy-who-lived.
"Harry, you have given me more back than you can imagine. You became great, greater than Voldemort had ever been, and you turned this school into the most wonderful place to live. And now, I must leave. The Ministry of Magic doesn't like for me to be gone for too long. Good bye, Harry Potter, the youngest headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen." Dumbledore said, bowed slightly, and left. Harry sighed and adjusted his glasses. Just as his former headmaster left, the loneliness entered again.
"Ron, let's go! We don't want to be late because you know how my parents are!" Hermione said while she carried her two-year-old daughter that had her father's bright red hair. He smiled at her as he put the parchment aside.
"Who's all going to be there?" Ron asked and put on his cloak.
"No. You're not wearing your robes. We're going to be around muggle people today. Do you want to bring more attention to you besides your red hair?" She asked but smiled. He kissed her lips gently, took off his cloak, and put on a leather jacket instead.
"There. Are you happy now, Love?" Ron asked and took his daughter from her slender arms. "Ah, Sera. You just love being 'round muggle people don't you?" He asked and his small child nodded. Her eyes were wide and brown and her hair a bright red but with Hermione's bushy tangles. Taking his wand and daughter outside and locking the door, they all apparated and found themselves in the Granger's backyard. Joy. Thought Ron. Sometimes he really hated being around them because the muggle life just really wasn't for him. He still enjoyed the air running through his thick red flames and the joy of riding on the broomstick. It was such an enticing experience but his love for Sera and Hermione always weighed more. And now, he was going to spend time with her parents, who were enjoyable, but the wizardry world he was much better suited to. All well, he just needed to live with it.
Harry set his cup of steaming coffee to the side as he rolled up the parchment he was writing on. Being headmaster of Hogwarts was difficult, but something he enjoyed doing. It has been almost a year since he had heard from Ron and Hermione and their new daughter Sera, but he kept sending them letters. To every single one of them, he received no reply. The door swung gently open and Harry smiled at the blue eyes and half moon glasses that stood in his doorway.
"Dumbledore, it's nice to finally see you again." He said and shook his hand as the old man flashed him a kind grin.
"Harry, it's been a long time. How has Hogwarts been?"
"Just fine, sir."
"Good. My, it's been so long. This used to be my office and you filled it up more than I did with warmth and kindness."
"I don't know about that. I remember when I first came into this room. Thank you, sir, for giving me such an opportunity to become great." Dumbledore smiled at the black hair man that is now twenty-three years of age. With Voldemort gone and all, everything has been peaceful, thanks to the boy-who-lived.
"Harry, you have given me more back than you can imagine. You became great, greater than Voldemort had ever been, and you turned this school into the most wonderful place to live. And now, I must leave. The Ministry of Magic doesn't like for me to be gone for too long. Good bye, Harry Potter, the youngest headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen." Dumbledore said, bowed slightly, and left. Harry sighed and adjusted his glasses. Just as his former headmaster left, the loneliness entered again.