Harry's Pack
Chapter 1: You Thought You Knew
"How could I have forgotten?" Harry murmured with disbelief, his mind flashing with memories of his childhood.
!Flashback!
Three-year old Harry magically lifted up more than a dozen of Rose's toys. With ease, he started making them go 'round and 'round.
Beside him, an also 3-year-old Rose squealed gleefully, "Carousel! Make dance 'arry! Make dance!"
With a grin at his best friend, Harry made the toys start to dance.
!Flashback!
4-year-old Rose stared sown at her broken toy. Her lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears as she began to cry.
Beside her, Harry said, "No cry, Ro! I fix! I fix!"
Picking up the toy, he rejoined it, placing the broken halves together. Concentrating hard, he ran a finger along the crack in the toy, tongue sticking out slightly. An emerald green light followed his finger, causing the crack to glow green for a moment. When the glow faded, the toy was as good as new.
Tears forgotten, Ro threw her arms around Harry, crying out, "Fank you 'arry! Fank you, fank you, fank you!"
!Flashback!
Harry and Rose walked nervously into their first day of kindergarten together, holding tight to each other's hands. The nice lady came over and made them feel better, but they still stuck close to each other for comfort.
It was recess time now, and a bigger boy appeared-Dudley- along with a bunch of his friends. One of the boys sneered, "He looks like a twig! Ha, ha Twig!"
The four boys continued to make fun of Harry and when Rose tried to make them stop, they started making fun of her too. They called her Twitter, because she "twitters like a bird!" Harry's fists clenched in anger, but he knew he was no match for the bigger boys because of his small size.
However, 10 minutes later, when they were finally fed up with receiving no response, Harry took great pleasure in sending a green jet of light after their retreating backs.
All four boys walked around the rest of the day with the seat of their pants ripped.
!Flashback!
Six years old.
Harry's lips compressed tightly as he tried to suppress his anger and not say anything. At the desk beside him, Rose stared hard at the desk, fighting back her tears as Ms. Lipsky, the detention monitor, screeched out how stupid she thought Ro was.
Finally, unable to stop them, the tears spilled over from Rose's eyes and down her cheeks. Grabbing her hand under the table, Harry tried to reassure Ro as Lipsky raged on. But it didn't work.
Fed up, Harry carefully shot a few beams of light from his hand at the woman's leg, which went unnoticed. Slowly, her hair turned bubblegum pink and pulled itself into a Mohawk. Black and blue polka dots spread themselves liberally about.
Rose's tears stopped and she began to giggle quietly. But, when Harry gave an uncontrollable snort of laughter, she, too, collapsed into laughter.
!Flashback!
Seven year old Harry Potter stared at the broccoli in disgust, nose wrinkling in distaste as he thought hard. Moments later, all the broccoli in every house on Privet Drive had disappeared.
!Flashback!
"We'll always be friends, right Greeneyes?" 8-year old asked as they lounged in her backyard.
Harry looked over at her in surprise, "'Course we will, Ro."
"How do you know?"
"'Cause I do." Harry answered simply.
"Well, how do I know?" she demanded.
Harry frowned a moment in thought, then smiled brightly. Picking a stone up off the ground, he turned it into a silver medallion with a small lightning bolt overlapping a rose with a small hole at the top. Turning a rose from the nearby bushes into a silver chain, he threaded it through the hole in the medallion.
Smiling triumphantly, he handed it to her, saying, "There! As long as you keep this, we'll always be friends!"
!Flashback!
Nine-year-old Harry sprinted fast, attempting to evade Dudley and his gang. As he heard the ominous sounds of the other boys catching up, he got a sudden idea.
Ducking back behind a tree, he closed his eyes tightly. A slight green glow enveloped him for a moment before he disappeared from sight, landing on the school roof just as Dudley ran by.
!Flashback!
"You can't move to Canada!" 10-year-old Harry cried, "You're my best friend! What am I going to do without you?"
"Give Duddikins and the boys hell?" Rose suggested tearfully.
"It'll be no fun without you!" Harry said sadly, before giving an angry yell.
"I know, Greeneyes," she replied, "I'm going to miss you."
Tearfully, the two hugged, and Harry choked out, "I'll miss you too, Ro."
"I love you, Harry Potter. You're the best friend a girl could ever ask for." Rose said, crying quietly.
"I love you too, Rosemary Richards," Harry whispered softly.
They pulled back from each other and Harry produced a handkerchief from thin air.
Handing it over to Ro, he watched her get into her car and drive away.
!Flashback Ends!
As Harry came back to the present, he blinked slightly at the faces before him. Snape, Remus and even Dumbledore looked shocked at the revelation of Harry's control over his magic as a child. Rose, however, was staring at him with a slight frown, and she was the first one to speak.
"How come you didn't remember, Harry?" she demanded in a soft voice, with an underlying anger not directed at anyone present.
"I-" Harry stuttered, trying to come up with a suitable lie quickly.
"Don't you even attempt to lie to me, Harry James Potter," she hissed, before demanding, "They got worse after we left, didn't they?"
Harry's face went blank and he seemed to be withdrawing from them. However, Rose was having none of that.
Stepping forward, she got right up in his face, asking, "Did they hit you?"
Harry refused to answer, staring blankly above her head. Rose, however, grabbed his chin, noticing the slight flinch, and forced him to meet her eyes. The two battled silently for a few moments, before Harry broke the gaze.
Staring off to the side, refusing to meet anyone's eyes, he whispered, "It wasn't them."
"Then who?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Pulling his face again into a blank mask, he answered in an expressionless voice, saying, "Lipsky."
Rage filled Rose's face as she angrily said, "That stupid, rotten bitch! I'll fucking strangle the skank with my own damn hands!"
She turned, as if she were going to go and do just that at that precise moment. However, Harry's sharp voice stopped her.
"You will not even go near that woman, Rosemary Elleanore Richards!"
She whirled around to face him, demanding, "And why the hell not?"
"Because it's done. You can't do any good now," he said icily.
"Wasn't planning on doing any goo." Rose returned, turning again.
"Rose!" he barked angrily, "You'll stay the fuck away form her! Do you hear?"
"And why the hell should I?" Rose angrily snarled, "The stupid bitch deserves a good smacking herself!"
"You think I don't know that?" Harry snapped, "I tried Rose! I told people what she was doing to me, but no one believed me! Everyone knew how much we'd hated her and they all thought I was just acting out 'cause you'd left!
"She almost fucking killed me after that Rose! And then she went and told people I'd done it myself! And they believed her!" Harry's voice was slightly hoarse and his eyes filled with pain as he said, "I'm not letting you die because of me!"
Rose's eyes filled with tears, but it was Remus who spoke, his voice filled with horror as he asked, "Harry? Are you saying that some woman beat you as a child?"
Harry's eyes closed in mortification. He'd forgotten that the three adults were there too.
"Why did you never tell us?" Dumbledore asked in anguish over what one of his pupils had had to go through.
"Why should I have?" Harry demanded, rounding on them fiercely, "So Dumbledore could look at me with pity, Remus with horror and have Snape not believe me? Yeah, that's what I really want in my life!"
"Harry! I'm not looking at you with pity!" Remus refused angrily, "Why the hell would you think I'd do that?"
Harry met Remus' eyes, "I'm a freak and a burden and I will not have someone be around me because they pity me!"
Remus gave a slight snarl, "If you think of yourself as a freak, then what do you really think of me? In case you've forgotten," he said sarcastically, "I'm a werewolf!"
"That's different!" Harry protested.
"How so?" came the harsh demand.
"It's not your fault you're a werewolf!" Harry yelled.
"And it's not your fault that Lipsky woman was a sadistic bitch!" Remus answered calmly.
"If I was normal-" Harry started.
"Norma is overrated, darling," Rose cut in, "Have I taught you nothing?"
The two teens stared at each other silently, again, before Rose nodded towards Remus. Taking a deep breath, Harry turned towards the older man.
Softly, he said, "Thanks, Remus."
Remus pulled the teen into a rough hug, tears in his eyes. Burying his head in the hollow of Remus' neck, Harry took the moment to fight back the tears. Pulling back moments later, Remus regarded Harry seriously.
"Harry, I know I'm not P-Padfoot," Remus said, choking back the lump in his throat, "But I'll always be here-if you need me."
"Thanks Remus," he whispered softly back.
The two shared another, brief hug and then silence reigned over the group. Snape was the one to break it.
"It seems, Potter," he said thoughtfully, "that I may have misjudged you."
Harry eyed him warily, saying, "Yes, you have. However, I'm not too sure I can blame you."
"It was wrong of me, no matter what your father, did to me when we were younger." Snape answered calmly.
Harry smiled wryly and gave a light shrug, "It's in the past, Professor."
Before Snape could reply, Harry continued, "Now, if you three would please excuse us, Ro and I would like to talk privately. We'll stay in sight, but we'd like it if you'd stay here please."
The two didn't even wait for the adults' response before they began walking away. The adults watched them walk, arms slung 'round each other's backs, to the swing set and take a seat.
With a grin full of mischief, Remus broke the silence as he turned to Snape, saying, "Welcome, Severus, finally, to adulthood."
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The two friends took separate swings, turning their bodies slightly so they were facing each other.
"How are your parents?" Harry asked, his mind finally flying to the two people that's helped to raise him.
Rose smiled, "They're good. I'm to bring you 'round to see them, 'once I find you and we finish our nattering' according to mum."
Harry smiled softly, "I'd like that."
She looked sideways at him, saying, "It wasn't the same growing up without you, Greeneyes."
"Hey, you at least didn't have Dudley and the gang with you!" he joked back.
She laughed, "I sure did miss you and your twisted sense of humour."
"'Missed you too."
"But I always knew we'd find each other again." Rose said firmly.
"Oh? How?" Harry asked curiously.
"The necklace," she answered, pulling it out from underneath her shirt.
"I can't believe you still have that!" Harry said with a pleasant smile.
She shrugged, answering, "It was something to remember you by."
Harry smiled and the two lapsed into a comfortable silence. This only lasted a few moments before an impish gleam entered Harry's eyes.
"So-oo, Ro," Harry drawled out, eyes dancing, "You got a boyfriend?"
Rose laughed but answered with a sort of frustrated, "Kind of."
Harry's eyebrows raised as he repeated skeptically, "Kind of?"
Rose rolled her eyes slightly, "I met this guy a couple of summers ago when he came down to stay the summer with his aunt. We really hit it off, but he lives here in England so we didn't really think it was going to work. Plus, his dad's some kind of pureblood nut and would have freaked out on him if he started anything with me 'cause I'm Muggle-born. So nothing could have come out of it, 'though we still write each other constantly. But at the same time, if I even so much as mention another guy, Dragon goes nuts!"
"Dragon?" Harry asked with twitching lips.
Rose stuck her tongue out at him childishly, "It's a nickname."
"I see." Harry said, schooling his features to be blank, although his twinkling eyes gave him away.
Rose glared at him, before suddenly getting her own idea and asking, "How about you, Harry? How's it going with the ladies?"
Harry gave a wry little laugh and shook his head saying, "'It' isn't."
"Why not?"
So Harry briefly explained about Cho. Al though she tried not to, Rose couldn't help but laugh at her childhood friend's horrible-yet hilarious- experience. Soon enough, Harry was laughing too.
Once their laughter was spent, rose asked, "Well, is there a girl you like?"
Harry blushed and Rose demanded, "Ooh! Who?"
"No way! I am so not telling!" Harry refused adamantly.
"Why not?" Rose pouted.
Harry replied, "Because, you'll give me away when you meet her, which you eventually will!"
The two continued to bicker good-naturedly. They were just happy to be back together.
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A/N 'Ello again luvs! What do you guys think? Press the purpley-coloured button and tell me how bout! Thanks much!
Oh, yes, my disclaimer thing!
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the Harry Potter World or it' s inhabitants! However, I do own the lovely Rose and that stupid bitch Lipsky-who, I might add, I fed to Remus the werewolf!
Remus the werewolf:……
Well, come on guys, what did you expect? Werewolves can't talk!
Okay, I was going to try and get the third chappie up today too, but my right wrist hurts too much to move and I'm not typing up one chapter with one hand! However, should my wrist feel better later, you never know what could happen!
And now, I must go, because I was supposed to do my laundry and clean the bathrooms before my mom got home today and I've got like 5 minutes left! Catch ya on the flipz!
'My luv,
Red