Harry sighed as he closed the book. Something had happened at the
meeting with Voldemort which had changed his was of thinking and he was
almost scared to find out what.
Getting up, he placed the history back onto the shelf where he had gotten it from and made his way to the restricted area. Harry smiled; it was the first time that he actually had permission when he went into this closed-off area.
As he looked over the titles, his hands itched to grab several thick volumes, just out of morbid curiosity. But, no, Harry willed himself to pass over such titles as: "Debauchery made fun" and "Cat got your tongue: a guide on using your animagus form to your advantage."
Instead, he took other interesting books into his arms, managing to grab quite a collection. Some of the most promising being: "Light spells for Dark Ways," "Backed into a corner: the telling of Grindelwald and how he conquered Europe" and "The Dark Arts did NOT Originate from Sweden!" Of course, as soon as he got to his room, he opened the third aforementioned book, the corny title tugging at his sense of humor.
* * * * *
Hermione looked at the man beside her. He was so much the sweet, understanding Harry of her memory that tears shot to her eyes, wanting to fall for the loss that could have been.
"Hermione," Harry looked at her with deep sadness warring with longing in his eyes. "Do not mourn for things that were not meant to have been. I do not know what happened when I met Voldemort that day, but I do know, that I am going to try to change it. I want to give all three of us, you, James and I, a chance at a family. I want our son to know what peace could be like. Something I have never known myself."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione sobbed, letting her tears flow freely while she placed her head on his shoulder and let her grief over all the years loose.
In the corner, James sadly looked at his parents sitting at the small dining table which had been set up for their supper that evening. He wished with al his heart that he could hope, but he did not dare.
* * * * *
Author's Note:
I am sorry that this chapter is so short, I have the next one already half way written and I will post it as soon as I have my next day off, which will be in about a week. The reason I stopped so quickly, is that I want to start the next chapter and not break it in the middle. A hint . . . Harry meets his counterpart.
Beppol – Thank you! I am so glad that you enjoyed it! Barbara, Kellinghusen, Germany Darlingdearheart – If you flatter me much more, my head just might explode . . . Thank you!
My thanks also to the following: Babyjayy Nyoko Rayssa Radcliffe Kittygirl 1220
Getting up, he placed the history back onto the shelf where he had gotten it from and made his way to the restricted area. Harry smiled; it was the first time that he actually had permission when he went into this closed-off area.
As he looked over the titles, his hands itched to grab several thick volumes, just out of morbid curiosity. But, no, Harry willed himself to pass over such titles as: "Debauchery made fun" and "Cat got your tongue: a guide on using your animagus form to your advantage."
Instead, he took other interesting books into his arms, managing to grab quite a collection. Some of the most promising being: "Light spells for Dark Ways," "Backed into a corner: the telling of Grindelwald and how he conquered Europe" and "The Dark Arts did NOT Originate from Sweden!" Of course, as soon as he got to his room, he opened the third aforementioned book, the corny title tugging at his sense of humor.
* * * * *
Hermione looked at the man beside her. He was so much the sweet, understanding Harry of her memory that tears shot to her eyes, wanting to fall for the loss that could have been.
"Hermione," Harry looked at her with deep sadness warring with longing in his eyes. "Do not mourn for things that were not meant to have been. I do not know what happened when I met Voldemort that day, but I do know, that I am going to try to change it. I want to give all three of us, you, James and I, a chance at a family. I want our son to know what peace could be like. Something I have never known myself."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione sobbed, letting her tears flow freely while she placed her head on his shoulder and let her grief over all the years loose.
In the corner, James sadly looked at his parents sitting at the small dining table which had been set up for their supper that evening. He wished with al his heart that he could hope, but he did not dare.
* * * * *
Author's Note:
I am sorry that this chapter is so short, I have the next one already half way written and I will post it as soon as I have my next day off, which will be in about a week. The reason I stopped so quickly, is that I want to start the next chapter and not break it in the middle. A hint . . . Harry meets his counterpart.
Beppol – Thank you! I am so glad that you enjoyed it! Barbara, Kellinghusen, Germany Darlingdearheart – If you flatter me much more, my head just might explode . . . Thank you!
My thanks also to the following: Babyjayy Nyoko Rayssa Radcliffe Kittygirl 1220