Is he there?
A Harry Potter fan fiction by
Kaidi MacKay
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fan fiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay.
Chapter one: Knowing Harry.
"Okay, so the Chaser has to take the Quaffle and put it through one of the goals; which ball is the Quaffle Hope?" Hermione Granger Weasley watched her daughter point to a picture of a large red ball. Ronald Weasley, better known as Ron or Daddy held the girl on his lap as he explained the fundamentals of Quidditch to her.
"Ron, do you really think she will understand Quidditch at three?" Hermione asked her husband. "Yes, she has your eyes, my hair, your brains and now she shall have my love of Quidditch," Ron said confidently. "Hope," he said to his daughter, who was now drawing on the Quidditch paper in front of her. "Yes Daddy?" she answered. "Who is the best Quidditch player in the whole world?" Ron asked. Hope scrunched up her freckled nose and swatted her red hair out of her eyes. "Harry Potter," she replied. Ron smiled at his wife, "You see, she already knows Harry." Hermione frowned slightly, "I would like her to know more about Harry than how good he was at Quidditch." Ron sensed what she was saying, "Aww, come on 'Mione, I want her to know the human rather than the hero." "The human who is the best Quidditch player in the world?" Hermione said sarcastically. "Harry Potter," Hope announced. Hermione smiled, "What does Harry look like?" Hope leapt off her father's lap and ran from the room and into the front hall. She returned moments later holding a frame; she held it up for her parents to see.
Waving at them from the framed photo was Harry Potter on Christmas Eve of his seventh year at Hogwarts. It was the last photo ever taken of Harry. On his last night at Hogwarts. Ron could still hear his voice.
"You know Ron, I don't ever want to leave Hogwarts, and really it's the only place I could ever call home, well besides with my parents. I don't ever want to leave, this place is my home."
Hermione smiled at the picture, suddenly wishing she had not asked what Harry looked like. Of all the pictures in the house of Harry, Hope had to chose that one. Ron looked at his watch, "Time for bed Pixie." He said, using her nickname. Hermione smiled sadly. Hope put the picture on the kitchen table and held out her arms to her father. Ron picked her up and carried her the two feet to where Hermione was standing. "Love you Mummy," Hope said kissing her mother's cheek. "Love you too Hope." Hermione kissed her back. Ron carried the girl out of the room and to her bedroom at the top of the house.
Hermione picked up the photo and put it back in the front hall. Trying not to remember Harry's last night at Hogwarts she packed away the Quidditch board Ron and Hope had been playing with. Ron returned and hugged Hermione from behind. "She's so smart," Ron muttered into her neck. "She is clever," Hermione agreed, "But she is young, I want her to understand." she felt tears well up in her eyes. "Mione?" Ron turned her to face him, "Hermione we will tell her someday, but I want her to know about Harry, I want her to know him like we knew him, like he is there with her." Hermione put her head on Ron's shoulder and cried. Ron hugged her. This season was always more difficult, but somewhat easier every year. "Ron?" Hermione sniffled. "Hmmm?" "This year, lets take Hope out there- I need her to know that he isn't, isn't, won't be..." Hermione could not finish. "Okay, let's go on Christmas Eve. Maybe he'll hear us," Ron tried to convince himself.
Ron woke later that night and heard giggling from Hope's bedroom. He slid out of bed and quietly walked to her room. He peered into the dark room and watched Hope as she lay in her bed laughing at something on the other side of the room. Ron looked over to the opposite side of the room but saw nothing, 'Perhaps she is just talking in her sleep,' Ron thought and softly walked back to his own room and climbed into bed next to Hermione.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fan fiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay.
Chapter one: Knowing Harry.
"Okay, so the Chaser has to take the Quaffle and put it through one of the goals; which ball is the Quaffle Hope?" Hermione Granger Weasley watched her daughter point to a picture of a large red ball. Ronald Weasley, better known as Ron or Daddy held the girl on his lap as he explained the fundamentals of Quidditch to her.
"Ron, do you really think she will understand Quidditch at three?" Hermione asked her husband. "Yes, she has your eyes, my hair, your brains and now she shall have my love of Quidditch," Ron said confidently. "Hope," he said to his daughter, who was now drawing on the Quidditch paper in front of her. "Yes Daddy?" she answered. "Who is the best Quidditch player in the whole world?" Ron asked. Hope scrunched up her freckled nose and swatted her red hair out of her eyes. "Harry Potter," she replied. Ron smiled at his wife, "You see, she already knows Harry." Hermione frowned slightly, "I would like her to know more about Harry than how good he was at Quidditch." Ron sensed what she was saying, "Aww, come on 'Mione, I want her to know the human rather than the hero." "The human who is the best Quidditch player in the world?" Hermione said sarcastically. "Harry Potter," Hope announced. Hermione smiled, "What does Harry look like?" Hope leapt off her father's lap and ran from the room and into the front hall. She returned moments later holding a frame; she held it up for her parents to see.
Waving at them from the framed photo was Harry Potter on Christmas Eve of his seventh year at Hogwarts. It was the last photo ever taken of Harry. On his last night at Hogwarts. Ron could still hear his voice.
"You know Ron, I don't ever want to leave Hogwarts, and really it's the only place I could ever call home, well besides with my parents. I don't ever want to leave, this place is my home."
Hermione smiled at the picture, suddenly wishing she had not asked what Harry looked like. Of all the pictures in the house of Harry, Hope had to chose that one. Ron looked at his watch, "Time for bed Pixie." He said, using her nickname. Hermione smiled sadly. Hope put the picture on the kitchen table and held out her arms to her father. Ron picked her up and carried her the two feet to where Hermione was standing. "Love you Mummy," Hope said kissing her mother's cheek. "Love you too Hope." Hermione kissed her back. Ron carried the girl out of the room and to her bedroom at the top of the house.
Hermione picked up the photo and put it back in the front hall. Trying not to remember Harry's last night at Hogwarts she packed away the Quidditch board Ron and Hope had been playing with. Ron returned and hugged Hermione from behind. "She's so smart," Ron muttered into her neck. "She is clever," Hermione agreed, "But she is young, I want her to understand." she felt tears well up in her eyes. "Mione?" Ron turned her to face him, "Hermione we will tell her someday, but I want her to know about Harry, I want her to know him like we knew him, like he is there with her." Hermione put her head on Ron's shoulder and cried. Ron hugged her. This season was always more difficult, but somewhat easier every year. "Ron?" Hermione sniffled. "Hmmm?" "This year, lets take Hope out there- I need her to know that he isn't, isn't, won't be..." Hermione could not finish. "Okay, let's go on Christmas Eve. Maybe he'll hear us," Ron tried to convince himself.
Ron woke later that night and heard giggling from Hope's bedroom. He slid out of bed and quietly walked to her room. He peered into the dark room and watched Hope as she lay in her bed laughing at something on the other side of the room. Ron looked over to the opposite side of the room but saw nothing, 'Perhaps she is just talking in her sleep,' Ron thought and softly walked back to his own room and climbed into bed next to Hermione.