Chapter 3: The nightmare
Harry decided that it would be best if he told his kids on his own, but didn't want to interrupt his best friends visit. He talked with them for a long time, and he was happy to know that his friends didn't bring up Lyza.
A lot of the time they were speaking of their old days in Hogwarts, it wasn't long until they got into the new days they would soon have in Hogwarts.
"How are they going to do it? They're turning 16, surely they can't be in with the first years." Harry told.
"You can use the way Snape teaches his students who are behind." Ron shrugged.
"Oh god. I don't want to torture them to make them learn!" Harry laughed at his own joke. Everyone followed.
"No, he does actually have a different method. He gives them a learning potion, and while they sleep. They learn. You could do it in two weeks. Thirteen nights, it should work." Hermione told. Lupin nodded.
"It would work. If he had thirteen nights. It's only a week until term."
"Then they will have to take hour naps in the middle of the day." Hermione shrugged.
"Okay, we have that settled. They'll be up with they're classmates." Harry paused. "I don't want people to know that they're my kids. I don't want to do favouritism."
"Then...hmm...why don't you change your last name back to Potter? I mean, everyone's going to know who you are anyways. Unless you want to give your kids the fame you had." Hermione told.
"Yeah. Okay." He sighed. "Once again, I'm Harry James Potter."
After his friends left, Harry called down his kids.
"Alright." He told them. He looked at them sitting on the couch, "firstly, Rayn, you were very rude to our guests, who, knew me from when I was eleven." He told.
"Firstly isn't a word." They both said at once.
"It's found in books." Harry countered.
"Yeah, books which aren't the dictionary." Lucifer smiled.
"You're just like Hermione." Harry smiled. He took a deep breath. "I have to tell you two something, which I never thought I would tell you."
"Oh god, what is it?" Lucifer asked. Rayn hit her brother in the ribs.
"When I turned eleven, I got to go to a special school-"
"Dad..." Lucifer laughed. "You know how bad that sounds, right?"
"Not like that." He sighed. "I–uh, god, this is harder then I thought."
"Well?" Rayn asked. She had always been impatient.
Harry took out his wand from his pocket.
"This, is a wand." He told.
"We know that, we made our own remember? You got us the wood."
"No. This is a real wand." He held it towards the couch. "Wingardium Leviosa." He told. The couch slowly lifted. Rayn clutched to her brother, he looked down and paled.
"Dad..."
"Don't worry." He set the couch down.
"I went to a wizarding school." He finished.
They paused. A long pause.
"Well," Lucifer said. "That explains a lot."
"Well, you think we should tell him now?" Rayn asked.
Not everything. Even all that can't be normal.
Right. Okay, just tell him about your hearing, and we'll say there are more...foggy things. k? Rayn asked. He nodded.
"Well, Dad. I...we can uh, do things other kids can't."
"Like what?"
You tell him.
No, you tell him. It's your power!
Asked you first!
What are you? 4?
No, I'm 9...5 foot 9
SHUT UP!
"Lucifer can read thoughts." Rayn finally told.
"What do you mean, Hear things?"
"Think anything...anything at all." Lucifer ordered. There was a pause. "Berty Botts? What are those?"
"You really can..." Harry gaped. "What about you Ray?"
Nothing.
Don't lie to him Ray.
"Nothing." She said quietly.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"There's nothing. I'm the non-magic special one." She stood up. "This is a lot of information." She looked down at her clothes. "I'm going to the skate park."
"But the skate park is...I don't even know where."
"Then I better get going."
"Good morning." Harry said as his kids came to the table. They grunted. "You went to bed at a good time last night...and that's okay, you get an hour nap in four hours."
"Dad, I don't think you get it." Lucifer yawned. "This potion wears us out."
"Yeah. You think we sleep...but we don't. It drills into our minds...I'm making no sense. All I can say is, it's restless."
"You'll thank me later."
"You think that." Lucifer scowled.
"Well, think about it this way." Harry yawned. "Tomorrow we're going to Diagon Ally, and then you can get all your things. Your next nap is your last with the potion."
"And thirteen was my lucky number." Both teens said together.
"Well, you two should start to pack your trunks."
"Trunks?"
"Trunks. I'm using mine, and I got you two one. With your initials on them. Pack your things, clothes, things you want to...you know, keep with you."
"Okay!" Ray told. "Lucifer I'll help you pack!"
"Why are you so excited? I've never seen you this excited."
"It's lack of sleep." She assured.
"Okay. Let's go."
After Lucifer's non-private things were packed he sent Ray to go have her nap now so he could pack private things and he'd help her then take his nap after.
He packed all his special things, things he would need.
A journal...100 for random things, his Sketchbook –one of his most important objects-, his stash of chocolate he never let go, and most importantly, his picture.
His picture of his whole family...when the family was still in tact. But now, it was broken. All four members were gone, Harry wasn't himself. He was depressed and never played with them anymore...not like he used too. Ray wasn't herself either. She used to be outgoing, brave, happy, and now she was shy, scared, and never let anyone near her. And then their was his mom, who would never have a chance to turn from what she had gone to again. She was dead. There was no bringing her back. And then him...well, he tried to pretend this is how it always was. But he was kidding himself, and everyone around him. He looked at the good times. The happy times.
And then Ray came and spoiled it all.
"Mom? Mom...is that you?" I looked around nervously. I heard her voice...I know I did.
"You killed me Raynelle. You killed me."
That was her voice. I know it this time. I try to find where it came from.
"Mom? Mom...where are you?"
"I'm DEAD because of YOU!" I jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Mom...I didn't kill you." I said confused.
"You did, Raynelle. You did it with your own two hands!" Her voice was close. Though she was my mother...I didn't want her near me. There was too much truth in her words.
"I didn't...I didn't mean it..." I stumbled.
"But you did it!" She accused. "You and your selfishness!"
"I wasn't being selfish!" I yelled into her direction. "I didn't mean to kill you! It was an accident! I didn't know it would go that far..."
"You killed me Raynelle...and he'll get you! You'll get what you deserve!"
"Mom? What are you talking about? Mom, where are you?"
I wish I wouldn't have said that.
At first it was a silloette. I saw her walk towards me...her walk was more of a limp. A painful limp making her grunt every step. Then she got closer...her flesh was peeling off of her skin...it was black and red dripping with blood. Her once dark curly hair was now wet down to mats, and her eyes seemed to be bleeding.
I felt the bile climb up my throat. I felt it gurgle in my stomach.
"Hello, Raynelle." She said. She was so close I could smell her breath. I shouldn't have been able to as she was dead, but I did. She had flecks of blood coming out in her breath, but I couldn't move away from her...or the blood covering my face. "He's going to kill you...and I am going to watch...and laugh because you killed me. And when you are put into the ground...when you are locked six feet under, I'll watch while the insects rip you apart. He's going to kill you...you are dead! YOU ARE DEAD!" She screamed. I backed away, but she followed.
"Mom...I didn't mean to kill you. It was an accident. I didn't know I would...I didn't know. You can't blame me for something which wasn't my fault! I was eleven! He lied to me! How was I supposed too..."
"YOU ARE DEAD! YOU ARE DEAD!" She kept on screaming. I ran away...wiping her bloodied breath off of my face. It wouldn't come off...it just smeared...I felt the bile rising in my throat I couldn't stop myself.
Raynelle woke up as she got sick. In her bed, it was a pitiful sight.
"DAD! DADDY! DADDY!" She cried. Not even cried, sobbed. She heard him storm up the stairs, in anger or fright he wasn't sure. "Daddy! Daddy! She's going to kill me! Mom's going to kill me! DADDY!"
"It's okay...it's okay. Mom is dead, she can't kill you. She would never kill you..."
"She wants revenge! I didn't do it! I didn't murder her!"
"I know...I know."
"No...you don't. And you never will."
What was that about?
Nothing. I don't want you to know.
Why did you think Mom would kill you.
Because she's going to.
Why would that be?
I dreamed it.
You did?
I did.
Are...are you okay? I wouldn't be after something like that.
No, no I'm not. Let's just go. Maybe I'll forget about it once we have all of our witchcraft stuff...and never mention it again.
You won't forget it that easily from what I heard of your screaming.
A girl can dream, Lucifer.
The kids walked into the crowded ally. Where were they?
"Uh – Dad?" Lucifer asked.
"This is Diagon Ally. Alright. First things first. Books."
"Wand." Ray said simply.
"Ray..." Harry said exasperated.
"Rayn." She corrected.
"Rayn. Don't be so stubborn, we can do that last."
"But Dad..." Both kids chorused.
"Best for last." Harry said in a sing – song voice.
"Whatever." Ray stomped off towards the obvious book store. "Well? Are you coming?"
"My, you have long legs. Much longer then your torso." The woman fitting robes commented to Raynelle. Her eyes lit up.
"Really!"
"Really." She smiled, obviously glad the girl was so happy.
"Told you so." She told to Lucifer.
"Puh–leeze. Give me a break." He said in his Australian accent.
They walked out with a bag for their robes and walked across the cobblestone street to the Leaky Cauldron to drop off their bags.
"Guess what? She said Ray–"
"Rayn,"
"–that RAYN was tall! I think you should introduce wizards to glasses." Harry chucked.
"Wizards already have glasses, Loof."
"You know what I mean." Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Where next?"
"Well, let's narrow it down Loof. We have our books, we have our cloaks, we have our extra money, we have our quills, we have our stash of candy, well, only a few things left." Raynelle told listing of her fingers.
"You still need two things. But...I think you should get your wands first."
"So, Mr. Macbeth, you have Phoenix Feather Red wood?" The old man asked Harry. He nodded, hoping that he didn't remember his name was Harry Potter.
"Yes, that's right."
"Well, your children...hmm..."
Minutes passed, each of his children trying out wands and jumping when they did not work, they both found the same wand (except for the wood), which was to be expected as they are twins.
"Siren scream Pixie, but Mr. Macbeth, you have Mahogany, Ms. Macbeth, you have Willow." The two nodded, staring at their wands in awe. They paid the old man, and left their father leading them down a street.
"Well, my first year of Hogwarts, I was like you. I knew nothing of magic, nothing of this other world. It was a hard struggle at first...and I think you will need a companion, other then each other and me, who will be in the castle. I got my owl, Hedwig. She was a snow white owl. I think you should have one too," He told.
His kids looked at all the pets. There were so many animals, so many to choose from.
"That one...no that one...no, no that one!"
"Calm down you two...you both get one."
Poor Raynelle walked away empty handed, while Lucifer walked out with an owl, which was black with white tips on the wings and giant yellow eyes.
"Why didn't you–?"
"I loved all of them...but there has to be the perfect pet for me somewhere."
"You'll find it."
"Animals have genders you know dad." She smirked.
"I know." He paused. "Guys," he turned to them. "I hope you two know that I will be going under another name when I get in there. I wanted you to live care–free without being teased that your dad's a professor." He explained. They appeared at the doors. "Now, while we're walking up, I'm going to tell you how everything is going to work tomorrow." Harry told.
Tomorrow, at 10:30 they would go to King's Cross to board the train. They would go separate, and as they were leaving for King's Cross Harry would tell them what to do. When they got onto the train they could get their own compartment, they would see him at the Staff table later, and they could talk through the little mirrors Harry had bought from the Weasley's joke store. One of the most well known stores in all of Diagon Ally.
"You will be sorted last, and Raynelle, please eat. People may get the wrong impression if you don't. Now, I should tell you about the four houses."
"Houses?" Lucifer asked.
"Yes. As you know, Hogwarts was founded by four extremely different individuals."
"Godric Gryffindor," Lucifer chanted.
"Helga Hufflepuff," Raynelle mimicked.
"Rowena Ravenclaw," He said again.
"Salazar Slytherin." Raynelle finished.
"Right. Well, easily told. Gryffindor is for the bravest of students."
"That's what you were in." Lucifer noted. Harry smiled.
"That's right. Hufflepuff is for...well, let's just say everything that's left in between of the other three." Harry rolled his eyes. "Ravenclaw is for the smartest of them,"
"Mom." It was barley a whimper from Lucifer, it made Harry cringe.
"Yeah, Mum. Anyways. Last and yes, least. Slytherin is for blood. If you are going to meet anyone like you who is full witch or wizard–it would be there. Also, it's for the clever, cruel ones who are dangerous...and I hate to say it cowardly..."
"What else?" Raynelle asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You paused. You were going to say more." Lucifer finished.
"Ron Weasley, my first year when he was explaining to me told me 'wasn't one dark witch or wizard that wasn't in Slytherin'." He smiled. "And he was right."
"The man's crazy! Walk through a stone wall, he's trying to kill us!" Ray told.
"I'd trust him, we've seen the wizarding world." Loof told.
"I still think he's–" She stopped. She saw a girl smiling happily at her mother before running full frontal through a wall in between the ninth and tenth gate.
"Well, let's go. Oh, and TOLD YOU SO!" Lucifer laughed.
"Shut up, let's go."
They ran hand in hand through the gate. They dropped off their trunks and stepped onto the train. They saw their dad in a compartment with Hermione, and walked two compartments down. They sat there for a while, soaking it all in.
"So, it's real. It really is real." Ray sighed.
"You doubted?"
"Believe it or not I did."
"You shouldn't have."
"I shouldn't have, but I did."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Lucifer rolled his eyes. "What house do you think you'll be in?"
"Hopefully not Hufflepuff. Ew, just...everything in between? No thanks. I'll pass on that one, I'm hoping Gryffindor. I always was the brave one."
"You aren't the brave one!" Lucifer growled.
"Oh really? Who is?"
"I am."
"Liar!" She hissed. "I'm the brave one."
"Prove it." He sneered bitterly.
"Prove you aren't going to be in Slytherin Mr. Bad–ass. Don't think I don't remember all the horrible things you've done in the past. All those pranks you pulled, those people you hurt...you liked to watch them suffer. Prove to me you won't be in Slytherin."
"I plan to be in Slytherin. Unlike some I never made false assumptions!" He was on the verge of yelling now. She narrowed her eyes.
"Good. I plan on being in Gryffindor. Unlike some I never do that either."
"You aren't brave." He was yelling at this point. She stood up angrily.
"I WAS THE ONE WHO TRIED TO SAVE MOM! NOT YOU!" She screamed. He fell silent, not daring to look at her. For many moments she stayed where she was, not moving. She looked down at her hands, the tanned flesh almost mocking her. "You weren't the brave one." She hissed, trying to bring him lower. "You could have saved her Lucifer, but you didn't. You and your 'God Incarnate' powers couldn't save her, so don't you dare question my bravery. I tried. I tried as hard as I could. I tried to make her breathe, but she didn't. Mr–I–can–do–all, you should have been the one there, the one who tried to save her. That's why I'll be in Gryffindor, and you will be the coward in Slytherin." She stormed out of the compartment, not caring what her father's orders were as she sat with him.