Que L'Avenir Tient-Il
Chapter 2: The Potter Children
"Are you ready Harry?" Remus asked in a soft, comforting voice, putting a hand
of support on Harry's shoulder.
Harry nodded silently. 'As ready as I'll ever be,' he thought to himself.
With one last look of what Harry could only conceive as pity, Remus opened the doors of the Great Hall.
To both Harry's great disappointment and comfort not much had changed in the Great
Hall. Students were sitting at their lunch tables, not even bothering to look up as Harry
entered that room, with the teachers chatting pleasantly up at the head table. What
amazed The-Boy-Who-Lived the most was that Dumbledore was already seated at the
head table. 'How does he do that?' Harry wondered. When he was halfway across the
hall Harry realized he didn't know where to sit. Normally, Ron and Hermione got to
their places before him and he just sat next to his best friends. But now neither one was
to be seen, and Harry was sure that even if they were somewhere that they were much too
old to eat at the Gryffindor table anymore.
At the head table, Dumbledore noticed Remus and Harry's arrival and cleared his throat to call the room to silence.
"I have a brief announcement to make," he said. "There has been a new transfer student,
who, in no measures preventable, has had to leave his old school to come here. He has
been sorted into Gryffindor, and is a 6th year student, but please all of you welcome, Mr.
Harold Dursley." With a grand gesture he pointed at Harry in the middle of the room.
Everyone stopped talking to stare at the new student. A red-haired Gryffindor boy,
whom Harry remembered as Erik, motioned for Harry to come sit with him, and the
black-haired girl from earlier.
"Welcome to Hogwarts! I'm Erik Granger-Weasley, and this is Dora Potter.
Congratulations on getting Gryffindor, we're both 6th years too."
Harry's head snapped up. "Potter?" He asked. Was this his daughter? She did have the
same raven black hair as he, and her eyes were the same green. Except...they had a look
to them that reminded Harry of someone, and he couldn't place who.
"That's right," came a sharp voice a couple seats down from where Harry was sitting.
This must be his son! The boy looked identical to Harry in everyway, except his
forehead had no scar on it. Otherwise Harry could have sworn that this boy was his twin.
"She's a Potter, I'm a Potter, and my little sister down there is a Potter. Ogle at us and
ask us about our famous father, so that we get that over and done with."
A girl sitting beside him slapped the rude boy upside the head.
"Ronny! Be nice, its not his fault that you're father was famous and that you have major psychological problems with it."
"Don't call me Ronny." The boy huffed and turned away.
"I'm sorry I didn't..." Harry started to apologize.
"Its fine," interrupted Dora, "we get that all the time, and Ronny is just over sensitive about it. He doesn't much like the fact that our father was the famous Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived."
"Was he really? I never knew," Harry feigned innocence. That caused everyone around him to stare.
"You DON'T know about Harry Potter? Where did you grow up, under a rock?" Erik
asked him. Dora to looked surprised a little pleased as well.
"No, I'm a muggleborn, didn't even know I was a wizard until I got my letter. My
uncl...my dad (Harry shuddered) wasn't too pleased, but he sent me to a private academy
with other 'half normal freaks', as he put it. The only reason I ask is because my dad had
a cousin whose last name was Potter, and they grew up together."
Others around him looked sympathetic. Harry almost felt bad for lying.
"You're name is Harold Dursley than? As in son of Dudley Dursley?" Dora asked.
"Yeah, unfortunately. Dad's never liked me much."
"From what I've heard he never like my father much either," Dora replied. Than in a hushed voice she asked, "Does he really look like a pig in a wig?"
Harry burst out laughing, and everyone was surprised to see a look of pride on his face. Harry beamed at his future-daughter.
"He most certainly does!"
A female cleared her throat behind Harry. He turned around to see Hermione, who looked as though she had been crying.
"Mr. Dursley, if you would please come with me. There is someone in my office that would like to see you."
"Alright 'Moine." He said quietly, so that the other students couldn't hear him. Hermione looked as though she was going to burst into tears again. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, alarmed.
"N-no o-ones c-c-called me th-that for ten years." She sniffled. Surprised, and not
thinking about who was around, Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and led
her out the great hall, not even aware that most of the student body was staring at them.
"That was strange," commented Erik. Dora nodded.
"He looks so much like my father...except for his hair. I was always told that dad had all
the features of his father, but for Harold to inherit them as well, that means that he must
have gotten those looks from my Grandmother Lily's side of the family."
"Not that...did you see the way he was looking at you and Ronny? It was like he had
never seen anything quite like you in his life."
Ron huffed. "A lot of people look at us like that, doesn't make him anything special."
"Who are we talking about?" Lily Potter appeared behind Dora, flipping her strawberry-
blonde hair.
"No one..." Ronny began to answer while at the same time Dora said,
"Our cousin."
"Our cousin? Who? Why would you talk about the way one the Weasleys would look at
us? Actually why would you care if any of them be looking at us in a different way?"
"Our biological cousin. Well, sort of, more like a second cousin. Harold Dursley, as in
dad's cousin's son."
"Dad had a cousin?"
"Why would you care anyway...Malfoy," Ron shot at his little sister. Whenever he was
irritated Ronny would snap at Lily or Dora or anyone else who happened to be in the
room. But lately Lily had been his favorite to pick on.
"Don't call me that! I'm a Potter!"
"Then stop acting like you 'Uncle' Draco's perfect child. Honestly I was shocked when
you didn't get sorted in Slytherin this year. I can just imagine the look that dad would
have given you, had he been here."
Lily's eyes started to well up in tears.
"Ronny that's enough," Dora said sharply, pulling her little sister in a hug. However Lily
squirmed away and ran out of the Great Hall, tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran so
fast and steadily that she didn't even notice a tall young man, until she crashed into him,
sending them both to the ground, knocking her glasses off her face. She looked up to see
who she had ran into, and was quite shocked at who she saw.
"Daddy?"
AN- Hehe I am truly evil aren't I? Thank you to those of you who reviewed...and I am sorry about spelling and grammar problems....my beta is on vacation, so I did the best I could on my own. So REVIEW if you want the next chapter! : )
Chapter 2: The Potter Children
"Are you ready Harry?" Remus asked in a soft, comforting voice, putting a hand
of support on Harry's shoulder.
Harry nodded silently. 'As ready as I'll ever be,' he thought to himself.
With one last look of what Harry could only conceive as pity, Remus opened the doors of the Great Hall.
To both Harry's great disappointment and comfort not much had changed in the Great
Hall. Students were sitting at their lunch tables, not even bothering to look up as Harry
entered that room, with the teachers chatting pleasantly up at the head table. What
amazed The-Boy-Who-Lived the most was that Dumbledore was already seated at the
head table. 'How does he do that?' Harry wondered. When he was halfway across the
hall Harry realized he didn't know where to sit. Normally, Ron and Hermione got to
their places before him and he just sat next to his best friends. But now neither one was
to be seen, and Harry was sure that even if they were somewhere that they were much too
old to eat at the Gryffindor table anymore.
At the head table, Dumbledore noticed Remus and Harry's arrival and cleared his throat to call the room to silence.
"I have a brief announcement to make," he said. "There has been a new transfer student,
who, in no measures preventable, has had to leave his old school to come here. He has
been sorted into Gryffindor, and is a 6th year student, but please all of you welcome, Mr.
Harold Dursley." With a grand gesture he pointed at Harry in the middle of the room.
Everyone stopped talking to stare at the new student. A red-haired Gryffindor boy,
whom Harry remembered as Erik, motioned for Harry to come sit with him, and the
black-haired girl from earlier.
"Welcome to Hogwarts! I'm Erik Granger-Weasley, and this is Dora Potter.
Congratulations on getting Gryffindor, we're both 6th years too."
Harry's head snapped up. "Potter?" He asked. Was this his daughter? She did have the
same raven black hair as he, and her eyes were the same green. Except...they had a look
to them that reminded Harry of someone, and he couldn't place who.
"That's right," came a sharp voice a couple seats down from where Harry was sitting.
This must be his son! The boy looked identical to Harry in everyway, except his
forehead had no scar on it. Otherwise Harry could have sworn that this boy was his twin.
"She's a Potter, I'm a Potter, and my little sister down there is a Potter. Ogle at us and
ask us about our famous father, so that we get that over and done with."
A girl sitting beside him slapped the rude boy upside the head.
"Ronny! Be nice, its not his fault that you're father was famous and that you have major psychological problems with it."
"Don't call me Ronny." The boy huffed and turned away.
"I'm sorry I didn't..." Harry started to apologize.
"Its fine," interrupted Dora, "we get that all the time, and Ronny is just over sensitive about it. He doesn't much like the fact that our father was the famous Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived."
"Was he really? I never knew," Harry feigned innocence. That caused everyone around him to stare.
"You DON'T know about Harry Potter? Where did you grow up, under a rock?" Erik
asked him. Dora to looked surprised a little pleased as well.
"No, I'm a muggleborn, didn't even know I was a wizard until I got my letter. My
uncl...my dad (Harry shuddered) wasn't too pleased, but he sent me to a private academy
with other 'half normal freaks', as he put it. The only reason I ask is because my dad had
a cousin whose last name was Potter, and they grew up together."
Others around him looked sympathetic. Harry almost felt bad for lying.
"You're name is Harold Dursley than? As in son of Dudley Dursley?" Dora asked.
"Yeah, unfortunately. Dad's never liked me much."
"From what I've heard he never like my father much either," Dora replied. Than in a hushed voice she asked, "Does he really look like a pig in a wig?"
Harry burst out laughing, and everyone was surprised to see a look of pride on his face. Harry beamed at his future-daughter.
"He most certainly does!"
A female cleared her throat behind Harry. He turned around to see Hermione, who looked as though she had been crying.
"Mr. Dursley, if you would please come with me. There is someone in my office that would like to see you."
"Alright 'Moine." He said quietly, so that the other students couldn't hear him. Hermione looked as though she was going to burst into tears again. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, alarmed.
"N-no o-ones c-c-called me th-that for ten years." She sniffled. Surprised, and not
thinking about who was around, Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and led
her out the great hall, not even aware that most of the student body was staring at them.
"That was strange," commented Erik. Dora nodded.
"He looks so much like my father...except for his hair. I was always told that dad had all
the features of his father, but for Harold to inherit them as well, that means that he must
have gotten those looks from my Grandmother Lily's side of the family."
"Not that...did you see the way he was looking at you and Ronny? It was like he had
never seen anything quite like you in his life."
Ron huffed. "A lot of people look at us like that, doesn't make him anything special."
"Who are we talking about?" Lily Potter appeared behind Dora, flipping her strawberry-
blonde hair.
"No one..." Ronny began to answer while at the same time Dora said,
"Our cousin."
"Our cousin? Who? Why would you talk about the way one the Weasleys would look at
us? Actually why would you care if any of them be looking at us in a different way?"
"Our biological cousin. Well, sort of, more like a second cousin. Harold Dursley, as in
dad's cousin's son."
"Dad had a cousin?"
"Why would you care anyway...Malfoy," Ron shot at his little sister. Whenever he was
irritated Ronny would snap at Lily or Dora or anyone else who happened to be in the
room. But lately Lily had been his favorite to pick on.
"Don't call me that! I'm a Potter!"
"Then stop acting like you 'Uncle' Draco's perfect child. Honestly I was shocked when
you didn't get sorted in Slytherin this year. I can just imagine the look that dad would
have given you, had he been here."
Lily's eyes started to well up in tears.
"Ronny that's enough," Dora said sharply, pulling her little sister in a hug. However Lily
squirmed away and ran out of the Great Hall, tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran so
fast and steadily that she didn't even notice a tall young man, until she crashed into him,
sending them both to the ground, knocking her glasses off her face. She looked up to see
who she had ran into, and was quite shocked at who she saw.
"Daddy?"
AN- Hehe I am truly evil aren't I? Thank you to those of you who reviewed...and I am sorry about spelling and grammar problems....my beta is on vacation, so I did the best I could on my own. So REVIEW if you want the next chapter! : )