On the train going back home for Christmas.
"I'm thrilled about going home, but I'm going to miss you both," Hermione said to both Ron and Harry. They were all in a small compartment on the train.
"Ya, me too. I'm not looking forward to being the tester of Fred and George jokes. Last time I ate one of the donuts they gave me, my tongue was green for a week! But I tell you, it will be nice not having to see Snape's face for a few weeks," Ron admitted happily.
Harry laughed. "I agree completely. Sirius always scowls when I bring up Snape's name. Remus always tries to calm him down. It will be great seeing again."
"Harry, Ron- write to me. Maybe we can all get together sometime before we go back. Oh, look were almost there," Hermione said pointing outside the train.
Soon the trained stopped, and they were on the platform.
Harry, Ron and Hermione departed and went there separate ways.
Harry went looking for both Sirius or Remus, but he couldn't see them anywhere.
Harry's Point of View
Harry couldn't find his godfather or Remus anywhere. It had been twenty minutes. He kept walking up and down the platform, hoping that everything was okay. He couldn't stand knowing that he put his loved ones in danger. Voldemort was after him, not them. Sirius and Remus reassured him, telling him that families stick together not matter what. Just when he was about to owl someone, he heard a very familiar voice.
"Hey kiddo, sorry we're late. There were muggles at the entrance of the platform, so we had to wait until they left to come in," said the voice he knew so well. Sirius.
He turned and saw Sirius and Remus coming toward him.
Harry smiled back. "That's okay. It's good to see you guys."
Harry hugged Sirius and Remus and then they were on their way home.
-At Their House-
Harry looked up to the lawn to his house. The house looked the same way it did, when he left at the end of the summer. It was still blue, with white shutters. The house had four bedrooms, 3 baths, a kitchen, a living room, and a den. It was perfect. This was the house he grew up in. This was the place he felt the safest in, with the people he loved the most.
"It's good to be home," Harry muttered to himself, but Remus had heard while they were going into the house.
Remus smiled at him. "It's good to have you home. Now go upstairs and unpack."
He went upstairs into his room. It was big, and spacious. There were various posters of Quidditch teams on his wall. There was a double bed in the middle of the room. By his bed was his night table, where he had a picture of his parents. Harry picked it up, and examined it for the hundredth time. They were in front of their house in Godrics Hollow holding hands, and smiling at each other. James with his messy black hair, and Lily with her beautiful green eyes. He missed them. He missed not being able to play Quidditch with his father, and being protected by his mother. But then he realized that what's he had Sirius for. Sure he couldn't call Sirius "dad" but Sirius was his father in every other aspect but blood.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He put the picture back.
"Can I come in?" Sirius asked from outside the door.
"Sure, c'mon in," Harry replied.
Sirius came over, and sat on Harry's bed. "So how has Hogwarts been for my favorite godson?"
"Well, nothing to complain about. Of course, Snape is an idiot but what's new? He's been giving Ron and I detentions, but other from that, nothing else. I haven't had to deal with Voldemort, so that's been a definite plus."
"That's a relief to hear. Just keep alert Harry. Always be prepared. You mean a lot to me and I don't want to see anything happen to you," Sirius said. His voice was thick with emotion.
Just then Remus appeared at the door. "Dinner's ready. You would be happy to know Harry, Sirius did not burn the house down with his cooking while you were gone."
"Haha Remus. C'mon Harry let's go down to dinner, before Remus decides to insult you too."
They spent the rest of the night laughing at each other and exchanging stories. They were completely unaware that two order members found a grown man in Hogsmead that had messy black hair, hazel eyes and went by the name, James Potter.
