TITLE- A SLIGHT CHANGE
CHAPTER 2- THE ROOMIES
DISCLAIMER- Yeah, I forgot to do this in the first chapter. None of these characters belong to me except Lorelai and Tina. Um... oh, Ratchell is mine too. God, I wish David Thewlis was but he's not.
A/N: Um, let me make a few things clear. I've removed half of the people who were in the Order, Sirius is NOT dead (do you know how long I cried when I read that Sirius died?), Voldemort isn't that big in this story, I mean, there's not this huge battle between Harry and Voldemort. This is more of a family character story. Sorry, but I'm not really into the whole "Dark Lord" thing. Well, thanks for reading!
"Oh, right. We have a few guests." Remus put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Harry, meet Lorelai, my daughter."
Harry gave a nod of his head and I smiled. This is Harry Potter, the boy who lived! His black hair was its usual heap of untidy mess, but his green eyes were full of laughter and dread, as was expected.
A tall, gangly boy of about my age of fifteen years with red hair ran into the foyer, chasing after a tiny, little owl. Upon seeing Becks, the owl immediately perched itself atop my shoulders, hooting wildly at Becks. I grabbed it and handed it to the red-haired boy, who blushed furiously.
"Sorry about that," he muttered. "Pig's a bit of a hassle."
"Pig?" I stifled a laugh as the boy scowled.
"Pigwidgeon; my sister named it."
"Oh, of course." At my remark, his scowl deepened. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. I'm Lorelai, by the way. Remus's daughter."
"Ron Weasley. My brothers, Fred and George, are upstairs, probably doing something they shouldn't. Ginny's in the kitchen with Mom and Tonks, and Dad's at work."
"Big family."
"Oh, that's just the bunch who are staying here for the summer. I have three other older brothers. Are you an only child?"
"Yep."
"Come on, Lor. There's more people to introduce you to." Remus put an arm around my shoulders and gently guided me away from Ron and Harry.
I smiled and felt my heart swell with happiness. It's nice having a dad who can show you off to all of his friends. I mean, I know he's not bragging about me of anything but, it's just nice to feel included and special. Sure, Mom gloated about her only daughter plenty of times but only to the many boyfriends who she paraded around with. This was different. Remus actually had a true smile on his scarred face as he said my name.
Once I had met everybody, I was escorted to my room by Remus. He sat at the edge of my bed and looked around the room. He studied the various newspaper clippings that Hermione Granger had hung on the wall, the clothes on the floor, and the flowered patterns on the bedspreads, until finally smiling at me.
"How are you?"
"I'm good. You?"
"I have no reason to complain."
I sat my duffle bag at his feet and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving my father his first hug from his daughter. A little surprised at first, he soon hugged me back.
Pulling away, there were no words to describe the look on Remus's face. Maybe contentment? Happiness? Love?
"Um, thank you." He chuckled.
"I didn't get a chance to do that earlier."
"Oh. So, did you meet everyone?"
I nodded. Apparently, there used to be many people running around in Remus's and Sirius's shared home but few stayed. Those actually living in the house were Sirius, Remus, Harry, and now myself. But several others still roam around and stay for dinner once in a while, according to Hermione. Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Tonks, and of course, the Weasley's and Hermione.
"They seem like nice people," I commented, beginning to unpack my clothes.
"They are. I am truly grateful to have met all of them."
"How did you meet Harry?" I still wasn't quite over the fact that I'd just moved in with the famous Harry Potter.
"Well, I used to teach at Hogwarts and I first met him there, but I've always known his parents. James, his father, lived just down the street from me growing up and we became great friends. We met Sirius and Peter Pettigrew our first year at Hogwarts, along with Lily."
"Harry's mom?"
"Right. Peter later killed James and Lily by telling Lord Voldemort-" I flinched at the mention of His name. "Get used to it. So he told Him where they were and- well, you know the rest. Harry went to live with his aunt and uncle before Sirius, his godfather, adopted him last year."
"Interesting." I sat on the floor in front of Remus, absentmindedly stroking Becks' feathers. "You don't mind if I ask you another question?"
"Besides the one you just asked?" He smirked at his own wit.
"You're hilarious." I paused. "Why did you want to meet me?"
"Story time." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "All right, well, when Sirius adopted Harry, I felt as if he were my own son. It was then that I realized... I wanted a family of my own. Your mother and I loved each other very much, but it could just never work. I had to leave behind a woman who I loved with all of my heart and my beloved baby girl." He frowned. "I spent years telling myself that it was the right thing to do, only to realize that I was just fooling myself. So, I sent an owl to your mother and... here we are."
"Here we are," I repeated with a smile. After all these years of living without a father, I had finally found him. And I was beginning to take a liking to him.
Later that evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione invited me to take a stroll in the woodlands behind the house. We walked in silence for a couple of minutes before trying our hands at light conversation.
"So, awkward, huh?" I asked, receiving relieved sighs.
"Bloody 'ell," Ron muttered. "I hate awkward silences."
"It seems as though you find yourself in them a lot." Harry flashed me a toothy grin. "Ron's not too good with girls."
"I'm fine with girls!"
"Fine just doesn't cut it, does it, Lorelai?"
"Oh, no. I want my men great, not fine." I marveled at what I saw hidden amongst some trees. A hippogriff! It was so beautiful! It's grey feathers reflected the setting sun and its wings were settled at its sides. It gave a cluck of recognition as the trio bowed down to it.
"Buckbeak," Harry stated, petting its beak. "He helped Sirius escape before the Ministry caught Pettigrew."
"Well, good job, Buckbeak." I watched the three kids pet the hippogriff before I heard a faint yell coming from the house.
"Hey, guys. Ginny's calling us."
"Let's go."
Days turned into weeks and it was soon only three days before our return to Hogwarts. Actually, my first day at the school. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed fine about it but Sirius wasn't too fond of our departure. He seemed even crabbier than usual, going out to spend long spans of time with Buckbeak. Remus, on the other hand, looked pleased. It was weird because he was constantly wandering about the house with a broad grin stretched across his face. I asked what he was up to but his smile only seemed to widen.
"You'll find out sooner or later."
"Remy..." I whined.
His smile soon disappeared quickly, only to be replace with a sad look of remembrance. "Your mother called me that."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, no, I don't mind." His smile returned. "You're more like her than you will ever know. Not just appearance-wise either."
So many people have told me that I looked like Mom, but I usually just shrugged it off. But when Remus said it, it made it official, and I actually thought about it. My dirty blonde hair was streaked with gold because of the sunlight, just like hers. My attitude was carefree and outgoing, just like hers, although I can see that Remus had an attitude similar to mine. I usually don't care whether I'm more like this parent or that, but now I'm glad to have figured out that I'm like both of my parents.
"That's funny because Mom says that I act like you."
He smiled. "In what way?"
"I don't know. I guess... your attitude. Live life to the fullest, ya know. Enjoy the moment."
"Right you are. You really have my attitude on life."
I looked out the front window to find the Weasley's loading up the cars lent to them by the Ministry, realizing that I would soon be leaving Remus. After finally meeting him and enjoying spending everyday with him for a month, I have to leave him. I'll only be gone for a couple of months before I return for Christmas break, right? I mean, I'll see him soon. Ah, forget it. That's a load of bollocks. I'm going to miss him like crazy and now I'm just trying to lighten things up a bit.
I hugged Remus tightly before pulling away. "I should go. Ya know, before I start crying. Okay. Well, bye, Dad."
"Bye, Lorelai." He paused, realizing what I said. "Did you call me Dad?"
"Maybe. You'll find out sooner or later," I remarked with a smirk.
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A/N- Check out the cool little hearts!Well, I'm not sure if they're still hearts. I had to change the format that I was writing this in. Now I think the corporate marks. Dang. So...Thanks for reading! Hey, in case you didn't know, "bollocks" means BS. Oh, I just saw Divorcing Jack with David Thewlis and I totally recommend it! Great movie. Next chapter should be up soon. Sorry the chapters are short. I don't have enough time to write long lengthy chapters. Thanks again! -------CAMACHO
CHAPTER 2- THE ROOMIES
DISCLAIMER- Yeah, I forgot to do this in the first chapter. None of these characters belong to me except Lorelai and Tina. Um... oh, Ratchell is mine too. God, I wish David Thewlis was but he's not.
A/N: Um, let me make a few things clear. I've removed half of the people who were in the Order, Sirius is NOT dead (do you know how long I cried when I read that Sirius died?), Voldemort isn't that big in this story, I mean, there's not this huge battle between Harry and Voldemort. This is more of a family character story. Sorry, but I'm not really into the whole "Dark Lord" thing. Well, thanks for reading!
"Oh, right. We have a few guests." Remus put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Harry, meet Lorelai, my daughter."
Harry gave a nod of his head and I smiled. This is Harry Potter, the boy who lived! His black hair was its usual heap of untidy mess, but his green eyes were full of laughter and dread, as was expected.
A tall, gangly boy of about my age of fifteen years with red hair ran into the foyer, chasing after a tiny, little owl. Upon seeing Becks, the owl immediately perched itself atop my shoulders, hooting wildly at Becks. I grabbed it and handed it to the red-haired boy, who blushed furiously.
"Sorry about that," he muttered. "Pig's a bit of a hassle."
"Pig?" I stifled a laugh as the boy scowled.
"Pigwidgeon; my sister named it."
"Oh, of course." At my remark, his scowl deepened. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. I'm Lorelai, by the way. Remus's daughter."
"Ron Weasley. My brothers, Fred and George, are upstairs, probably doing something they shouldn't. Ginny's in the kitchen with Mom and Tonks, and Dad's at work."
"Big family."
"Oh, that's just the bunch who are staying here for the summer. I have three other older brothers. Are you an only child?"
"Yep."
"Come on, Lor. There's more people to introduce you to." Remus put an arm around my shoulders and gently guided me away from Ron and Harry.
I smiled and felt my heart swell with happiness. It's nice having a dad who can show you off to all of his friends. I mean, I know he's not bragging about me of anything but, it's just nice to feel included and special. Sure, Mom gloated about her only daughter plenty of times but only to the many boyfriends who she paraded around with. This was different. Remus actually had a true smile on his scarred face as he said my name.
Once I had met everybody, I was escorted to my room by Remus. He sat at the edge of my bed and looked around the room. He studied the various newspaper clippings that Hermione Granger had hung on the wall, the clothes on the floor, and the flowered patterns on the bedspreads, until finally smiling at me.
"How are you?"
"I'm good. You?"
"I have no reason to complain."
I sat my duffle bag at his feet and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving my father his first hug from his daughter. A little surprised at first, he soon hugged me back.
Pulling away, there were no words to describe the look on Remus's face. Maybe contentment? Happiness? Love?
"Um, thank you." He chuckled.
"I didn't get a chance to do that earlier."
"Oh. So, did you meet everyone?"
I nodded. Apparently, there used to be many people running around in Remus's and Sirius's shared home but few stayed. Those actually living in the house were Sirius, Remus, Harry, and now myself. But several others still roam around and stay for dinner once in a while, according to Hermione. Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Tonks, and of course, the Weasley's and Hermione.
"They seem like nice people," I commented, beginning to unpack my clothes.
"They are. I am truly grateful to have met all of them."
"How did you meet Harry?" I still wasn't quite over the fact that I'd just moved in with the famous Harry Potter.
"Well, I used to teach at Hogwarts and I first met him there, but I've always known his parents. James, his father, lived just down the street from me growing up and we became great friends. We met Sirius and Peter Pettigrew our first year at Hogwarts, along with Lily."
"Harry's mom?"
"Right. Peter later killed James and Lily by telling Lord Voldemort-" I flinched at the mention of His name. "Get used to it. So he told Him where they were and- well, you know the rest. Harry went to live with his aunt and uncle before Sirius, his godfather, adopted him last year."
"Interesting." I sat on the floor in front of Remus, absentmindedly stroking Becks' feathers. "You don't mind if I ask you another question?"
"Besides the one you just asked?" He smirked at his own wit.
"You're hilarious." I paused. "Why did you want to meet me?"
"Story time." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "All right, well, when Sirius adopted Harry, I felt as if he were my own son. It was then that I realized... I wanted a family of my own. Your mother and I loved each other very much, but it could just never work. I had to leave behind a woman who I loved with all of my heart and my beloved baby girl." He frowned. "I spent years telling myself that it was the right thing to do, only to realize that I was just fooling myself. So, I sent an owl to your mother and... here we are."
"Here we are," I repeated with a smile. After all these years of living without a father, I had finally found him. And I was beginning to take a liking to him.
Later that evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione invited me to take a stroll in the woodlands behind the house. We walked in silence for a couple of minutes before trying our hands at light conversation.
"So, awkward, huh?" I asked, receiving relieved sighs.
"Bloody 'ell," Ron muttered. "I hate awkward silences."
"It seems as though you find yourself in them a lot." Harry flashed me a toothy grin. "Ron's not too good with girls."
"I'm fine with girls!"
"Fine just doesn't cut it, does it, Lorelai?"
"Oh, no. I want my men great, not fine." I marveled at what I saw hidden amongst some trees. A hippogriff! It was so beautiful! It's grey feathers reflected the setting sun and its wings were settled at its sides. It gave a cluck of recognition as the trio bowed down to it.
"Buckbeak," Harry stated, petting its beak. "He helped Sirius escape before the Ministry caught Pettigrew."
"Well, good job, Buckbeak." I watched the three kids pet the hippogriff before I heard a faint yell coming from the house.
"Hey, guys. Ginny's calling us."
"Let's go."
Days turned into weeks and it was soon only three days before our return to Hogwarts. Actually, my first day at the school. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed fine about it but Sirius wasn't too fond of our departure. He seemed even crabbier than usual, going out to spend long spans of time with Buckbeak. Remus, on the other hand, looked pleased. It was weird because he was constantly wandering about the house with a broad grin stretched across his face. I asked what he was up to but his smile only seemed to widen.
"You'll find out sooner or later."
"Remy..." I whined.
His smile soon disappeared quickly, only to be replace with a sad look of remembrance. "Your mother called me that."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, no, I don't mind." His smile returned. "You're more like her than you will ever know. Not just appearance-wise either."
So many people have told me that I looked like Mom, but I usually just shrugged it off. But when Remus said it, it made it official, and I actually thought about it. My dirty blonde hair was streaked with gold because of the sunlight, just like hers. My attitude was carefree and outgoing, just like hers, although I can see that Remus had an attitude similar to mine. I usually don't care whether I'm more like this parent or that, but now I'm glad to have figured out that I'm like both of my parents.
"That's funny because Mom says that I act like you."
He smiled. "In what way?"
"I don't know. I guess... your attitude. Live life to the fullest, ya know. Enjoy the moment."
"Right you are. You really have my attitude on life."
I looked out the front window to find the Weasley's loading up the cars lent to them by the Ministry, realizing that I would soon be leaving Remus. After finally meeting him and enjoying spending everyday with him for a month, I have to leave him. I'll only be gone for a couple of months before I return for Christmas break, right? I mean, I'll see him soon. Ah, forget it. That's a load of bollocks. I'm going to miss him like crazy and now I'm just trying to lighten things up a bit.
I hugged Remus tightly before pulling away. "I should go. Ya know, before I start crying. Okay. Well, bye, Dad."
"Bye, Lorelai." He paused, realizing what I said. "Did you call me Dad?"
"Maybe. You'll find out sooner or later," I remarked with a smirk.
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A/N- Check out the cool little hearts!Well, I'm not sure if they're still hearts. I had to change the format that I was writing this in. Now I think the corporate marks. Dang. So...Thanks for reading! Hey, in case you didn't know, "bollocks" means BS. Oh, I just saw Divorcing Jack with David Thewlis and I totally recommend it! Great movie. Next chapter should be up soon. Sorry the chapters are short. I don't have enough time to write long lengthy chapters. Thanks again! -------CAMACHO