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.
A/N: Thanks again to my reviewers, I am trying really hard to upload all these chapters as quickly as possible but they all need a bit of fine tuning before I put them up, so please kept reading and be patient.
Chapter five: The broom she learnt to fly on
5 YEARS LATER
"Daddy, can't I please have a new broom for Christmas? The newest Firebolt model is out, it is so much faster." Hope tugged on her father's hand as they passed Quality Quidditch Supplies on their way back to The Leaky Cauldron after a day of Christmas shopping. "Hope, the Firebolt you have now is fine, it is the best model ever." Ron sighed. "Dad-" Hope began. "Can we finish this at home?" Ron asked exasperated.
Back in their living room Ron flopped into one of the armchairs. Hope sat at his feet. "D-ad, why can't I get a new broom?" Hope whined. "Hope, did you know that the broom you have now is the second broom you ever flew on?" Ron asked. "So, who cares I want a new broom," Hope sulked. "The first broom you ever flew on was a Firebolt, the original Firebolt," Ron told his daughter. "And I got this one at seven Dad, a Firebolt seeker's broom. The new model is-" again Ron cut her off. "Do you know who else flew on that broom?" he asked. Hope shook her head. She watched her father's eyes glaze over as he thought about it.
"It was Harry Potter."
Hope pulled closer to Ron's feet. "Tell me about Harry Dad," Hope asked, eager to hear about her hero. "Was he a hero?" "No," Ron said calmly. "No?" "No, he was a normal teenage boy with an extraordinary life." Ron settled down in his chair to begin his favourite story. "Harry had fought against the Dark Lord since before he could remember. He went to Hogwarts with your mother and I; we were best friends. In our seventh year Harry died killing the Dark Lord. He was in Gryffindor, and you know that they say Gryffindors are brave? Well, he was the bravest of them all. He saved the world from the Dark Lord by sacrificing his life for us. He died on Christmas Day." Hope hugged her father's leg. "Why isn't he a hero if he saved the world?"
"Harry made us promise never to speak of him as a hero. He wanted to just be regular old him. So we promised, and you must too, and your children and their children, and so on. He is not a hero; he is a person who happened to save the world." Ron hardly expected a ten year old to understand, but Hope had Hermione's intelligence and was wise beyond her years. Hope nodded.
"Daddy? Will we go there?" "Where Pixie?" Ron asked. "To where Harry is, please Daddy?" "Yes." Hermione answered from the doorway.
So again on Christmas Day the trio travelled to Hogwarts. On the way Ron and Hermione told Hope everything about Harry. Hope listened quietly, dreaming of Harry standing next to her parents. Hermione watched Hope's eyes swell with tears and held her tightly as the carriage pulled up to the school.
They trudged through the snow to Harry's gravestone. Hope suddenly stopped her quiet tears and went and sat down right in front of the marble headstone. She ran her fingers over Harry's name.
"Daddy, why does it say hero?" she asked "Because others see him as a hero." Ron answered. "Daddy, Harry was your friend, but whose brother was he?" Hope asked, looking at the inscription on the stone. "He was our best friend and our brother," Ron held Hermione's hand tightly. "What is Harry to me?" Hope wished to know.
Hermione took a deep breath, "He is your godfather and guardian."
Hope reached into the pockets of her dress. Her fingers combed through candy wrappers, rubber bands, and a dolls shoe until she found a piece of chalk.
Hope took the chalk and in her scrawly writing (closely resembling her father's) wrote under the inscription on the stone.
Godfather, Guardian.
She crossed out hero. Hermione sniffled. Ron looked at his daughter's red hair sitting tousled over her shoulders as she looked intently at the headstone. He heard her whispering.
"Harry? Are you still here?"
Ron nudged Hermione and the two listened.
"Harry? Why don't you still visit me when I have a bad time? Why don't you fly with me anymore? I miss you. Why don't I see you anymore? What about when I go to Hogwarts? Will I ever see you again?" A sudden wind disrupted the still day and sent Hope's hair flying and pinned her robes to her body. Hermione gasped. "He's still there," Ron whispered in amazement.
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.
A/N: Thanks again to my reviewers, I am trying really hard to upload all these chapters as quickly as possible but they all need a bit of fine tuning before I put them up, so please kept reading and be patient.
Chapter five: The broom she learnt to fly on
5 YEARS LATER
"Daddy, can't I please have a new broom for Christmas? The newest Firebolt model is out, it is so much faster." Hope tugged on her father's hand as they passed Quality Quidditch Supplies on their way back to The Leaky Cauldron after a day of Christmas shopping. "Hope, the Firebolt you have now is fine, it is the best model ever." Ron sighed. "Dad-" Hope began. "Can we finish this at home?" Ron asked exasperated.
Back in their living room Ron flopped into one of the armchairs. Hope sat at his feet. "D-ad, why can't I get a new broom?" Hope whined. "Hope, did you know that the broom you have now is the second broom you ever flew on?" Ron asked. "So, who cares I want a new broom," Hope sulked. "The first broom you ever flew on was a Firebolt, the original Firebolt," Ron told his daughter. "And I got this one at seven Dad, a Firebolt seeker's broom. The new model is-" again Ron cut her off. "Do you know who else flew on that broom?" he asked. Hope shook her head. She watched her father's eyes glaze over as he thought about it.
"It was Harry Potter."
Hope pulled closer to Ron's feet. "Tell me about Harry Dad," Hope asked, eager to hear about her hero. "Was he a hero?" "No," Ron said calmly. "No?" "No, he was a normal teenage boy with an extraordinary life." Ron settled down in his chair to begin his favourite story. "Harry had fought against the Dark Lord since before he could remember. He went to Hogwarts with your mother and I; we were best friends. In our seventh year Harry died killing the Dark Lord. He was in Gryffindor, and you know that they say Gryffindors are brave? Well, he was the bravest of them all. He saved the world from the Dark Lord by sacrificing his life for us. He died on Christmas Day." Hope hugged her father's leg. "Why isn't he a hero if he saved the world?"
"Harry made us promise never to speak of him as a hero. He wanted to just be regular old him. So we promised, and you must too, and your children and their children, and so on. He is not a hero; he is a person who happened to save the world." Ron hardly expected a ten year old to understand, but Hope had Hermione's intelligence and was wise beyond her years. Hope nodded.
"Daddy? Will we go there?" "Where Pixie?" Ron asked. "To where Harry is, please Daddy?" "Yes." Hermione answered from the doorway.
So again on Christmas Day the trio travelled to Hogwarts. On the way Ron and Hermione told Hope everything about Harry. Hope listened quietly, dreaming of Harry standing next to her parents. Hermione watched Hope's eyes swell with tears and held her tightly as the carriage pulled up to the school.
They trudged through the snow to Harry's gravestone. Hope suddenly stopped her quiet tears and went and sat down right in front of the marble headstone. She ran her fingers over Harry's name.
"Daddy, why does it say hero?" she asked "Because others see him as a hero." Ron answered. "Daddy, Harry was your friend, but whose brother was he?" Hope asked, looking at the inscription on the stone. "He was our best friend and our brother," Ron held Hermione's hand tightly. "What is Harry to me?" Hope wished to know.
Hermione took a deep breath, "He is your godfather and guardian."
Hope reached into the pockets of her dress. Her fingers combed through candy wrappers, rubber bands, and a dolls shoe until she found a piece of chalk.
Hope took the chalk and in her scrawly writing (closely resembling her father's) wrote under the inscription on the stone.
Godfather, Guardian.
She crossed out hero. Hermione sniffled. Ron looked at his daughter's red hair sitting tousled over her shoulders as she looked intently at the headstone. He heard her whispering.
"Harry? Are you still here?"
Ron nudged Hermione and the two listened.
"Harry? Why don't you still visit me when I have a bad time? Why don't you fly with me anymore? I miss you. Why don't I see you anymore? What about when I go to Hogwarts? Will I ever see you again?" A sudden wind disrupted the still day and sent Hope's hair flying and pinned her robes to her body. Hermione gasped. "He's still there," Ron whispered in amazement.