A/N if you've got this far in the story I'm incredibly pleased. Thank-you.
Ever other chapter is going to show how the adults are feeling, whilst the
others will be from the view of a first year student. I hope it doesn't
confuse people too much.
K x
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the universe. Sorry! I am not J.K.Rowling in disguise, I only wish I had such an imagination.
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The night before the new term started, Harry Potter sat with his two best friends, waiting in uncomfortable silence. The silence had occurred when Mrs Potter had broken down crying and left the room. The possibility of seeing her baby the very next day and not being able to hug it almost killed her. She had asked to be left alone, even by Harry and left to their room.
The truth was the relationship between Harry and Ginny wasn't at its best. They argued daily as Harry attempted to persuade his wife that he needed to know which child was his, promising he would say nothing to nobody, just watch over his son/daughter.
Ron and Hermione, now happily married (or as happily married as they were ever going to get, seen as Voldemort was still around and they had never agreed on most things anyway), understood exactly how the couple were feeling. The two had children of their own who they had kept and protected but had looked forward to this day, the day they met their god-child, even unknowingly, for as long as they could remember. Obviously they were never official god parents but it was mutually accepted by all that they would have been, had situations been different. After all besides the rest of the Weasleys, most of the Hogwarts staff and Remus (oh okay it turned out to be quite a lot of people!) they were the only ones who knew.
Harry often felt bad seeing how his two friends had successfully protected their children. He thought that they would have perhaps been fine as well. But then, he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived and wouldn't die, and life had never been so simple for him.
Ron, who now worked in the quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, began to tell the others of the children he had met during the summer. He too had tried to persuade his sister to tell them the whereabouts of his god-child, and had decided, along with many others (including a reluctant Hermione) to help Harry discover his child. He kept his eyes open all summer but unfortunately there had been no small first year with wild black hair. Then again, not all the first years had visited the shop, quidditch supplies were after all not on the equipment list.
He had, much to his disgust, met the unlucky offspring of his most hated enemy. A Malfoy was once more starting Hogwarts. He didn't even know Malfoy had a son; he kept that one well hidden. In fact to make matters worse he had been forced to sell the child a broom. Draco had taken great in insulting the shopkeeper having changed very little from his earlier years. The tatty robes had been insulted, and the name 'weasel' used! Draco had become the image of his father when Ron first remembered him in the book shop just before the start of his second year, the only difference being that Draco was a known dark wizard. Everyone, even the ministry knew somewhere, under the depths of Malfoy manner hid the recovering dark lord. The only problem was finding the proof. Unlike his father, Draco hid his tracks extremely well and Ron only hoped after all these years he would be the one to catch him out. In true Malfoy tradition, Draco paid for the brooms for the entire slytherin team in advance, although by the look of the boys face he was a little unsure. Apart from this small shyness about the boy, he was an exact replica of his father, much to Ron's disgust. The blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin were so similar that Ron wondered if the child had any feature of its mothers at all. Poor child! He had of course warned Harry and Hermione about their coming horror, knowing that the 'filthy mudbloods!' and 'Pottyhead!' would inevitably follow his arrival. Ron had at one point worried. What if Harry's son made friends with a death eater-in-training?
As the day drew near a thought had occurred to both couples. What if the child never even came to Hogwarts? In such desperate times many muggleborn children did not reply to or even receive their owls and pure blooded wizards and witches were often home trained for safety reasons. After all, Hogwarts no longer had the unbeatable Dumbledore for protection. Her replacement protector, Harry Potter was trusted very little due to all the stories that had been written about him over the years. No one really knew what to believe and found it very suspicious that he still hadn't died after facing he-who-should-not-be-named so many times.
Of course when Hermione sent out the Hogwarts letters she was aware there was no Potter on the list, but that really didn't surprise them. There was one name on the list though; that Hermione had said would shock Harry. When he asked she simply answered that she wouldn't want to spoil the nice surprise but Harry couldn't think of anyone who she could mean. It only made him worry about who else could appear out of his complicated past. There was however a record number of muggleborns attending and they only hoped that one of those would be the child.
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Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the universe. Sorry! I am not J.K.Rowling in disguise, I only wish I had such an imagination.
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The night before the new term started, Harry Potter sat with his two best friends, waiting in uncomfortable silence. The silence had occurred when Mrs Potter had broken down crying and left the room. The possibility of seeing her baby the very next day and not being able to hug it almost killed her. She had asked to be left alone, even by Harry and left to their room.
The truth was the relationship between Harry and Ginny wasn't at its best. They argued daily as Harry attempted to persuade his wife that he needed to know which child was his, promising he would say nothing to nobody, just watch over his son/daughter.
Ron and Hermione, now happily married (or as happily married as they were ever going to get, seen as Voldemort was still around and they had never agreed on most things anyway), understood exactly how the couple were feeling. The two had children of their own who they had kept and protected but had looked forward to this day, the day they met their god-child, even unknowingly, for as long as they could remember. Obviously they were never official god parents but it was mutually accepted by all that they would have been, had situations been different. After all besides the rest of the Weasleys, most of the Hogwarts staff and Remus (oh okay it turned out to be quite a lot of people!) they were the only ones who knew.
Harry often felt bad seeing how his two friends had successfully protected their children. He thought that they would have perhaps been fine as well. But then, he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived and wouldn't die, and life had never been so simple for him.
Ron, who now worked in the quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, began to tell the others of the children he had met during the summer. He too had tried to persuade his sister to tell them the whereabouts of his god-child, and had decided, along with many others (including a reluctant Hermione) to help Harry discover his child. He kept his eyes open all summer but unfortunately there had been no small first year with wild black hair. Then again, not all the first years had visited the shop, quidditch supplies were after all not on the equipment list.
He had, much to his disgust, met the unlucky offspring of his most hated enemy. A Malfoy was once more starting Hogwarts. He didn't even know Malfoy had a son; he kept that one well hidden. In fact to make matters worse he had been forced to sell the child a broom. Draco had taken great in insulting the shopkeeper having changed very little from his earlier years. The tatty robes had been insulted, and the name 'weasel' used! Draco had become the image of his father when Ron first remembered him in the book shop just before the start of his second year, the only difference being that Draco was a known dark wizard. Everyone, even the ministry knew somewhere, under the depths of Malfoy manner hid the recovering dark lord. The only problem was finding the proof. Unlike his father, Draco hid his tracks extremely well and Ron only hoped after all these years he would be the one to catch him out. In true Malfoy tradition, Draco paid for the brooms for the entire slytherin team in advance, although by the look of the boys face he was a little unsure. Apart from this small shyness about the boy, he was an exact replica of his father, much to Ron's disgust. The blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin were so similar that Ron wondered if the child had any feature of its mothers at all. Poor child! He had of course warned Harry and Hermione about their coming horror, knowing that the 'filthy mudbloods!' and 'Pottyhead!' would inevitably follow his arrival. Ron had at one point worried. What if Harry's son made friends with a death eater-in-training?
As the day drew near a thought had occurred to both couples. What if the child never even came to Hogwarts? In such desperate times many muggleborn children did not reply to or even receive their owls and pure blooded wizards and witches were often home trained for safety reasons. After all, Hogwarts no longer had the unbeatable Dumbledore for protection. Her replacement protector, Harry Potter was trusted very little due to all the stories that had been written about him over the years. No one really knew what to believe and found it very suspicious that he still hadn't died after facing he-who-should-not-be-named so many times.
Of course when Hermione sent out the Hogwarts letters she was aware there was no Potter on the list, but that really didn't surprise them. There was one name on the list though; that Hermione had said would shock Harry. When he asked she simply answered that she wouldn't want to spoil the nice surprise but Harry couldn't think of anyone who she could mean. It only made him worry about who else could appear out of his complicated past. There was however a record number of muggleborns attending and they only hoped that one of those would be the child.
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