Part 1
Sari couldn't wait to start school. She was already eleven and it meant that she could finally attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The strange thing was that she had lived on the Hogwart's grounds her entire life. Sari's father, Gregory Weasley, had been headmaster of the school since her grandfather, Ronald Weasley, had retired. Sari's mother, Mary, was the Charms professor. Her grandmother, Hermione, was the Transfiguration teacher, but retired a year before her grandfather as headmaster. Another bizarre thing was that her grandparents never spoke of their past lives at Hogwarts. It was like something happened back then and it was so bad that it was kept a secret.
Although her parents knew what was haunting their elders.
Sari once plucked up the courage to ask
" Grandfather," she said." What happened when you were in school that you won't talk about?"
He suddenly became angry and shouted at her, " Nothing, do you understand? Nothing!"
She didn't even try her grandmother in case the same thing resulted.
Sari was now in the school. During the whole summer she had done notheing but toy with Peeves the Poltergeist, and have senseless talks with Sir Cadogen in his painting. She decided to explore Hogwarts. Peeves said that there were secret passages. She had looked everywhere, but couldn't find a single one.
She climbed up the stairs toward the Griffyndor tower. She wanted to be in Griffyndor like the rest of her family. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were okay, but Slytherin is what she dreaded to be in. Her grandparents had told her about wizards going bad in that House.
"That's the House Voldemort had been in right?" she once asked her grandparents. Suddenly, her grandmother began to cry, and her grandfather clutched the chair tightly. Sari didn't understand. Voldemort had been dead for years. Destroyed by the one he tried to kill long before- Harry Potter. When she had even mentioned Harry's name, her grandparents would flinch and tears would come. She didn't know why. Sari counted the years in her head. Fifty-five! Her grandparents were older than that, so they must have at least seen Harry.
Sari came by the trophy room and quickly glimpsed at one. This was the Quidditch Cup, and Griffyndor had won it fifty-one years ago. The team had her grandfather's brothers Fred and George Weasley as Beaters. They died a year from each other not too long ago. It broke everyone's heart, especially her grandfather's.
On the bottom of the trophy was the Seeker. "Harry Potter" It read.
Sari smiled. "He must have been really good. I wonder if he was as great and powerful as the books say. No one talks about him."
She turned and kept walking.
About ten minutes later, Sari stopped to rest near a bookcase. She leaned against it, but suddenly, it pushed backward. Sari gasped and saw a dark stairwell inside.
" This must be one of the secret passages Peeves was talking about." She said in awe.
Cautiously she entered. Looking around, Sari couldn't see anything. She dug into her robes and found her wand that she had just bought in Diagon Alley.
"Lumos." Sari whispered. The place lit up instantly from the light in her wand. Sari's father had taught her that spell.
Sari crept up the stone stairs, and held her wand tight. Looking ahead, she saw the faint image of a door. Sari's breath was fast when she reached out for the handle and twisted it. The heavy wooden door creaked slightly as she proceeded into the small room. The stone walls were pale, and a window was in the west side. Light was streaming in from the late afternoon sun. The light dazzled down into an old wooden table with three books stacked on it. A lantern was placed there, but the candle was burning.
"Someone must also know about this place." Sari said to herself.
In front of the table was a three-pointed chair. The room hid stillness full of peace, quiet and somewhat sadness. Sari wa;ked up to the table and her eyes fell onto the first book. "Creatures of the Sea" She paged through and quickly got bored. The other was just as boring. However, she then came upon a red book. It was about a few inches short of a foot, and had some design on it, printed in gold.
Sari opened the cover and gasped. It wasn't just a book it was a photograph book. The first picture was of a man and a woman holding a baby. They were all unfamiliar. The woman had a long wavy hair and perhaps green eyes. It was hard to say since the picture was black and white. The man had glasses and dark messy hair. The baby seemed to adapt his feature, but he had his mother's eyes. They waved at her. The next page had a picture of the two couples marriage. The baby wasn't in the picture, so it must have been before. The next was perhaps at their honeymoon.
The pictures changed greatly, however. They weren't of the baby and his family, but of a bunch of Hogwarts students and teachers. One had a photo of a boy with glasses and dark untidy hair flying on a broomstick.
"That's funny," Sari thought." He looks a little like the man with the baby."
She moved on .
What she saw next astounded her. The same boy as before was standing next to a boy with freckles, and a girl with bushy hair and small teeth.
"Those are my grandparents!" Sari gasped. She closed the book quickly and set the books back as they were before. Things were getting to strange. Sari looked out the window and knew that it was almost dinner.
Quickly, she left the room and sped down the stairs to the bookcase.
Sari's whole family sat around a big table minutes later. Everyone piled food onto their plates and talked merrily.
"So, Sari," her father said." Are you excited about your first day of school tomorrow?"
She wasn't listening. The image of her grandparents next to some strange boy was stuck in her mind.
"Sari." Her father repeated.
"What?" she said as she snapped back.
"I asked you if you were excited about school tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah, of course."
Sari's grandparents looked at her in curiosity, but said nothing as they continued to eat.
Minutes later, Sari suddenly blurted out about the boy in the picture.
"Do any of you know about a boy with dark hair and glasses?
Everyone froze. Her parents looked at each other with their forks raised, and looked in her grandparent's direction. They on the other hand, stared blankly at the table.
"What did I say?" Sari asked innocently.
"Uh, nothing, Dear." Her mother said quickly. "Why don't you just go to your room and prepare for tomorrow?"
"But I want to know-"
"Just go, Sari!" Mr. Weasley almost shouted.
Frightfully, she obeyed.
Hours after settling into bed, Sari couldn't sleep. Whatever she had said about the boy meant something that she didn't know. She decided instantly that she would find out..
Putting her robes over her nightgown, she took a candle and lit it. Sari crept out of her room and made her way to the bookcase. She passed the trophy room and finally found it. Sari checked around to see if anyone was looking then proceeded in. She tiptoed up the stairs and opened the door. The room was completely dark except for the lantern that continued to shine. Fireflies were flying were flying around it in a dance.
Sari sat down in the chair and pulled the red book from the stack. She opened it to where she saw the mysterious boy sitting on the bench in the Great Hall, surrounded by other students including her grandparents. They were all smiling and some were running around.
For ten minutes she checked all through the book, but couldn't find out who the boy was. Sari opened the book back to the page where she first saw her grandparents next to the boy. Nothing seemed to fit in place. She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the door creak.
"Sari?" a voice questioned.
She jumped a foot in the air and turned to see her grandfather standing behind her.
"I'm sorry, Grandfather," she stuttered." Really I am, but I want to know. You and Grandmother always keep secrets about your past from me. Who is that boy?" Sari tipped the book up and pointed to the unknown boy. She knew she was too demanding, but it flowed through her like a river.
Sari could see her grandfather's shoulders sag and his face weaken in the flicker of the candlelight. He said nothing for a brief moment. Slowly he made his way over and bent down to see the book.
"Child," he said softly. "This boy was my best friend. Perhaps at that time, my only friend besides your grandmother. This boy didn't deserve what he put up with every year in school and out, but he made the best of it. This boy is Harry Potter.
Sari's eyes grew wide. "The Harry Potter?"
"Yes. Back then he was the best Seeker since my brother Charlie. Harry once caught the Snitch in less than five minutes. We won the Quidditch Cup with his Firebolt. He put up with more pain than I could ever imagine." Ron sighed.
"Did he ever meet Voldemort?" Sari asked.
Mr. Weasley was silent, but forced himself to speak. "Too many times, my dear, too many times."
Sari was quiet, but also made herself talk. "That's how he died isn't it? He was killed by Voldemort."
Her grandfather grew angry and slammed his fist on the table.
"He wasn't killed by Voldemort, he sacrificed himself to protect us all."
Sari flinched at his outburst. Mr. Weasley, however, remained angry.
"I knew that it would have happened sooner or later, but I didn't want to believe it. I think he knew it was well. Harry was only saved as a baby by his mother's sacrifice. In his first year, the same way and by the sorcerer's stone. In the second year- because of the Phoenix. The third year was because of him. Well, it's complicated I won't stay. The fourth year-only because the spirits of those who You-Know-Who killed helped him." He paused and wouldn't continue the rest of the years.
Sari noticed that he still wouldn't say Voldemort's name. Harry's death was probably in the way.
"In our seventh year," he continued." You-Know-Who appeared again. I can't remember what had happened, but Harry sacrificed himself and destroyed him in the process."
"Is that him as a baby?" Sari asked, turning to the first page.
Her grandfather smiled. "Yes. His parents also before they were killed."
"Can you tell me about your seventh year?" Sari looked pleadingly at him. He frowned at first, but then smiled.
"Yes, I suppose. Your Grandmother and I have been keeping this inside us for fifty-five years. Your parents know because they were students when everyone knew about Harry and us.
"Were you headmaster?"
"Yes, and your Grandmother was Deputy Head Mistress after professor McGonagall."
"Was Grandmother mean?"
Ron laughed. "You'll find out in the story."
So he began.