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 two: Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve Hermione dressed Hope in warm robes and as she was putting a cloak over her shoulders Hope asked, "Where are we going Mummy?" Hermione looked into the big brown eyes of her daughter.
"Do you know what Hogwarts is?" Hermione asked Hope. "Yes, it is where we go to learn magic, you know that Mummy, you went there." Hope answered brightly. "That's right. But today we are going to Hogwarts to visit a very special person," Hermione tucked a strand of red hair behind Hope's ear. "Who?" "Harry Potter," Hermione answered. "Why? Can't he come and visit us again?" Hope asked, confused. "Hope, sweetie, Harry has never been here before." Hermione said gently. "Yes, he has," Hope protested.
Ron was standing in the doorway watching the exchange. He spoke up, "Hope remember the other day when I spoke to you about what happens when people die?" Hope looked at her father seriously, "Yes." "Well, remember I said that when people die they don't visit us unless the are ghosts?" Ron asked. "Yes." "Harry Potter died Pixie, he was killed before you were born, and he is not a ghost." Ron explained. "But; no, Harry visit's me, at night, he comes to play with me!" Hope insisted. "Hope, please. We are going to visit Harry's grave today. He was buried at Hogwarts." Hermione tried to explain as she hugged the little girl. "Can you be a good girl for Mummy and Daddy? Maybe we will go to The Three Broomsticks later on, and you can meet Percy the cat." Ron begged. Hope sniffled, "Okay Daddy."
Hermione, Ron and Hope took the Floo network to Hogsmeade and then took a carriage to Hogwarts. When the carriage pulled up at the front of the castle Hermione, Ron and Hope met someone unexpected on the front steps. "Ginny!" Ron hugged his sister. "Hullo Ron, Hermione, and Hope, you are so big now!" Ginny hugged everyone. "Hullo Aunty Ginny," Hope answered, "We are going to visit Harry Potter! Want to come with us?" "Err, actually I was just leaving," Ginny said. "Oh Ginny," Hermione hugged her sister-in-law. "I'm okay, just saying hullo to- Well, I'll be seeing you all tomorrow anyway." Ginny shrugged. Ginny waved and climbed into the empty carriage. Ron took and deep breath, "Okay, let's go see him."
Slowly Ron, Hermione and Hope walked to a small slope in between the castle, lake and Quidditch pitch. There in the middle was a gray marble slab.
Harry James Potter
July 31, 1980 December 25, 1997 Friend, Brother, Hero
Hope let go of Hermione's hand and went and sat in the snow right in front of the headstone. She ran her fingers over the engravings. "Hullo Harry," she whispered. Ron took Hermione's hand as the wind blew around them, making Hope's hair fly around everywhere.
"Ron, promise me you will never leave Hermione, make each other happy. You are the only family I've ever really had after my parents. Promise me you won't leave each other."
Harry's deep voice echoed in Ron's mind, so clearly Ron could have sworn Harry was standing right next to him.
"I promise." Ron said aloud.
"Ron?" Hermione looked at him, "Who are you talking to?" "Huh? Oh, nothing I guess, just. remembering." Ron shook his head.
"Daddy?" Hope turned around and looked up from the ground. "Yes Pixie?" Ron asked. "Was Harry your friend?" "He was, he was my brother," Ron answered. Hermione bit her lip, tears filled her eyes. Hope looked at her mother, stood up and trotted ten steps to reach her. She wrapped her arms around her arms around her mother's legs and squeezed them as tightly as she could. "Harry is where he belongs," Hope told her. Both parents were astounded by the wisdom of their three-year-old daughter.
"Come on, let's go get a drink," Ron said breaking the sober mood. He picked up Hope and put her on his shoulders. "Bye Harry," he whispered as he turned his back. "You go, I'll meet you there soon," Hermione said. Ron nodded and left, with Hope bouncing on his shoulders. Hermione watched Ron and Hope disappear and she turned to the stone.
"Harry?" she whispered to the wind, 'Can you hear me?" A gust of wind blew hard against her face. "Harry. It's been five years, we are doing what you said, we are sticking together, and we are making each other happy. We even have a daughter. We, I, didn't tell you but I think you have a right to know. Ron and I got married the summer after Hogwarts. We didn't want to make a big deal of it, but we love each other and we wanted to keep our promise to you. I didn't tell you about Hope, it was strange to tell you, painful. Hope is three Harry, in the two years after school Ron and I didn't know what to do with ourselves, then she came along and we saw a new world for us. We were going to call her Harry after you, but she was a girl so we called for Hope, cause it's what you always had. Her full name is Hope Harry Weasley; we couldn't leave you out of her life. She knows about you already. She likes to talk about you. We decided she needed a guardian, a godparent; we thought about one of the Weasley boys or Ginny, but in the end we chose you. Take care of her wont you? I know you will. Did you notice her red hair and freckles, Ron says she has my eyes and my brains, I think she is more like Ron though. Sometimes she reminds me of you though, she has something about her that makes me feel like you are there. Please look after her Harry."
Hermione looked at the Hogwarts Castle before she left for The Three Broomsticks. She looked down to the Quidditch Field, and for a second she thought she saw Harry flying on his Firebolt, chasing after the infamous Golden Snitch.
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 two: Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve Hermione dressed Hope in warm robes and as she was putting a cloak over her shoulders Hope asked, "Where are we going Mummy?" Hermione looked into the big brown eyes of her daughter.
"Do you know what Hogwarts is?" Hermione asked Hope. "Yes, it is where we go to learn magic, you know that Mummy, you went there." Hope answered brightly. "That's right. But today we are going to Hogwarts to visit a very special person," Hermione tucked a strand of red hair behind Hope's ear. "Who?" "Harry Potter," Hermione answered. "Why? Can't he come and visit us again?" Hope asked, confused. "Hope, sweetie, Harry has never been here before." Hermione said gently. "Yes, he has," Hope protested.
Ron was standing in the doorway watching the exchange. He spoke up, "Hope remember the other day when I spoke to you about what happens when people die?" Hope looked at her father seriously, "Yes." "Well, remember I said that when people die they don't visit us unless the are ghosts?" Ron asked. "Yes." "Harry Potter died Pixie, he was killed before you were born, and he is not a ghost." Ron explained. "But; no, Harry visit's me, at night, he comes to play with me!" Hope insisted. "Hope, please. We are going to visit Harry's grave today. He was buried at Hogwarts." Hermione tried to explain as she hugged the little girl. "Can you be a good girl for Mummy and Daddy? Maybe we will go to The Three Broomsticks later on, and you can meet Percy the cat." Ron begged. Hope sniffled, "Okay Daddy."
Hermione, Ron and Hope took the Floo network to Hogsmeade and then took a carriage to Hogwarts. When the carriage pulled up at the front of the castle Hermione, Ron and Hope met someone unexpected on the front steps. "Ginny!" Ron hugged his sister. "Hullo Ron, Hermione, and Hope, you are so big now!" Ginny hugged everyone. "Hullo Aunty Ginny," Hope answered, "We are going to visit Harry Potter! Want to come with us?" "Err, actually I was just leaving," Ginny said. "Oh Ginny," Hermione hugged her sister-in-law. "I'm okay, just saying hullo to- Well, I'll be seeing you all tomorrow anyway." Ginny shrugged. Ginny waved and climbed into the empty carriage. Ron took and deep breath, "Okay, let's go see him."
Slowly Ron, Hermione and Hope walked to a small slope in between the castle, lake and Quidditch pitch. There in the middle was a gray marble slab.
Harry James Potter
July 31, 1980 December 25, 1997 Friend, Brother, Hero
Hope let go of Hermione's hand and went and sat in the snow right in front of the headstone. She ran her fingers over the engravings. "Hullo Harry," she whispered. Ron took Hermione's hand as the wind blew around them, making Hope's hair fly around everywhere.
"Ron, promise me you will never leave Hermione, make each other happy. You are the only family I've ever really had after my parents. Promise me you won't leave each other."
Harry's deep voice echoed in Ron's mind, so clearly Ron could have sworn Harry was standing right next to him.
"I promise." Ron said aloud.
"Ron?" Hermione looked at him, "Who are you talking to?" "Huh? Oh, nothing I guess, just. remembering." Ron shook his head.
"Daddy?" Hope turned around and looked up from the ground. "Yes Pixie?" Ron asked. "Was Harry your friend?" "He was, he was my brother," Ron answered. Hermione bit her lip, tears filled her eyes. Hope looked at her mother, stood up and trotted ten steps to reach her. She wrapped her arms around her arms around her mother's legs and squeezed them as tightly as she could. "Harry is where he belongs," Hope told her. Both parents were astounded by the wisdom of their three-year-old daughter.
"Come on, let's go get a drink," Ron said breaking the sober mood. He picked up Hope and put her on his shoulders. "Bye Harry," he whispered as he turned his back. "You go, I'll meet you there soon," Hermione said. Ron nodded and left, with Hope bouncing on his shoulders. Hermione watched Ron and Hope disappear and she turned to the stone.
"Harry?" she whispered to the wind, 'Can you hear me?" A gust of wind blew hard against her face. "Harry. It's been five years, we are doing what you said, we are sticking together, and we are making each other happy. We even have a daughter. We, I, didn't tell you but I think you have a right to know. Ron and I got married the summer after Hogwarts. We didn't want to make a big deal of it, but we love each other and we wanted to keep our promise to you. I didn't tell you about Hope, it was strange to tell you, painful. Hope is three Harry, in the two years after school Ron and I didn't know what to do with ourselves, then she came along and we saw a new world for us. We were going to call her Harry after you, but she was a girl so we called for Hope, cause it's what you always had. Her full name is Hope Harry Weasley; we couldn't leave you out of her life. She knows about you already. She likes to talk about you. We decided she needed a guardian, a godparent; we thought about one of the Weasley boys or Ginny, but in the end we chose you. Take care of her wont you? I know you will. Did you notice her red hair and freckles, Ron says she has my eyes and my brains, I think she is more like Ron though. Sometimes she reminds me of you though, she has something about her that makes me feel like you are there. Please look after her Harry."
Hermione looked at the Hogwarts Castle before she left for The Three Broomsticks. She looked down to the Quidditch Field, and for a second she thought she saw Harry flying on his Firebolt, chasing after the infamous Golden Snitch.