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A/N: Alright! I finally posted! Sorry it's taken so long! But I was actually really lazy, and always had to do HW when ever I felt like I needed to write and post this up. But it's here now! I would like to WARN You that my Beta has not gotten a chance to check this chapter for errors, he's busy with TBC and I felt that you guys needed this. So please forgive my many grammatical errors. Another thing I am really excited about HBP! WOOT! Cheers jumps up an down waving a "I want my book!" banner But I fear that my ideas will change for this fic after that. I don't think Ill discontinue it. But I am hoping that maybe just maybe I can squeeze the last few chapters that are left before the book is out. I have well four or three chapters left not that sure. So! Give me some feedback and encouragement! lol! I sure as hell need it! While I am at it I would love to encourage you all to go and read my Sirius Fic and review! Please! lol. I am in the same situation with that fic as well with HBP coming out but need some more feed back on it. Anyways, enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think about it!
Kilikapele: Thank you! Sorry it's taken me so long! And I loved the hug part too! I needed to write it in lol! And the philosopher part, I remember reading on Rowling site her saying that Sirius was like when he was older, it totally helped me with the characterization of him.
Marguerida:Thank you! And you're correct on everything you've said. It wouldn't be as dangerous as I have made it sound but it would be really weird as well and I am just trying to avoid that.
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Chapter 6
Memories and Bonding
Awaken early from another sleepless night; Harry had taken the liberty to ignore the reoccurring dream that infuriated his scar to prickle irritably. He distracted himself by examining his newly found room and to embark on the search for some clothing.
Having searched in through his wardrobe that was now bewitched to flash colors of the English quiditch team. He grinned to himself picking out a t-shirt that read England around it and had the names of other world teams stitched in crazy fonts along with the team colors. He picked out a pair of tight looking jeans, looking at them rather skeptically. Shrugging to himself he stepped into the bathroom, slipping into his newfound clothes.
He looked at himself in the mirror, after splashing his face a few more times with water. His black hair was disheveled in odder angles from his sleeping positions now. His scar was a tad pinkish than usual, which he rubbed it once more. His eyes were the same old emerald like his mothers; only with of elation and the grieving he still felt for his fallen Godfather.
Looking around the bathroom that was remarkably slightly comparable to the Prefects bathroom at Hogwarts only a smaller size. He found a small note on the sink the scribbled word in black ink "Tap". He cocked his brow at this looking into the mirror. Taking out his wand that he had hitched in his pocket close at hand, he tapped the sink. He shot a glance at the note once more taking notice another scribbled writing under it reading, "Mirror". Just realizing what it meant he snorted to himself, laying down his wand.
He tapped the mirror with his wand and instantly the view changed, like magic so to speak. He could see a full on version of himself now. He examined his mirror image closely finding himself rather fond of his newly found tee shirt that stuck loosely ever so slightly around his torso. For the first time he noticed the outlines of a built he bore that was from quiditch training. The jeans however stuck to his skin, not tight enough to cut off the circulation of blood but also not less tight to let more blood flow. He cringed at this, one thing about time travel you never what fashion the era was stuck with at the time.
Done with his self-scrutiny he tapped the mirror once more with his wand having it return to original view. He walked out after another glance. Starring around the room he looked at his bed where his Hogwarts uniform laid. There was nothing else for him to do. No feeding of Hedwing, or books to set away like he would in private drive.
He signed, his stomach grumbling. He found himself surprised, he didn't really consider eating tell now. Opening the door of his room, he stepped out on the hall and shut it quietly. He crept to the stairs gingerly stepping down each step making sure no creaking was audible. All he needed now was to wake up anyone.
He made his way into the kitchen not taking notice of the figure laying on the couch with a pensive expression.
He looked through the refrigerator finding a gallon of milk and a plate of cookies. Barely even touching anything, both the plate and milk floated up. He blinked, grinning cheekily, as the plate of cookies and milk floated away from him. Following them with his eyes he turned his body and watched them stop and land on the table softly.
"Cookies for breakfast?"
A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Harry turned his gaze to his dad that had now stepped forward in the middle of the kitchen. His hair was more unkempt than usual, his clothes the same from last night creased. He scrutinized his expression, taking notice of the playfulness behind his inquisitive smile, and the slight hidden worry and penance his body language hinted towards.
"It just floated" he answered dumbly, his shock having faded and a bolt of anxiety having dropped in his stomach. He couldn't help it, the messages he sent to him last night with the odd glances gave him the deep expression that he wasn't what he expected him to be.
James sighed taking a few more steps forward stopping in front of him.
"Harry, I am sorry about last night" he spoke quietly and truthfully his hazel eyes shining.
"It's ok dad" he gulped in response. It still felt weird, and he couldn't help but feel a cold anxiety shoot through his body into his stomach.
"No son, it's not alright" he responded. It sounded even weird to him. He stood twenty years old with a one year old in bed, a rather apprehensive father having a chat with his sixteen-year-old son.
"It's just now a days, you can't really be sure" James responded difficulty not able to express his emotions clearly.
"I—I know" Harry rasped his face dropping into a frown he could not hide.
"I don't mean it like that Harry!" James said quickly mentally slapping himself for his lack of expressing his thoughts clearly.
"I just mean, your mum and I have probably told you already what it has been like when we were this age," commented shortly watching him closely.
"Ye-ah dad" Harry gulped suppressing a frown along with the urge of telling him every thing. He could change it all, he could save them, but he can't. I can't. This was too painful for him. He couldn't just sit there and let this happen. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak. But what could he tell him? Everything! That he dies, his mum dies and Sirius spends thirteen years of enslavement in Azkaban and Remus spends thirteen years of loneness bouncing from one job to another just because he's a werewolf. The lone marauder he would eventually be. He promised Dumbledore he wouldn't say a thing. Sod it! I am going to find a way he mentally thought, clenching his fists. His emotions turning from pain to anger and now only converted to pure determination.
"Harry?" James questioned with a worried expression. He could sense the inner battle of emotions taking place in his own son; He only wished he knew exactly what he was battling; he had a vague idea of it though. Bloody stop it Prongs!
"It's alright Dad, I understand" Harry shrugged it off quickly smiling weakly.
Before James could respond a Pop reverberated in the room. They both turned their heads and attention to the direction of the person that apparated.
"Come on Prongs, we need to be going, unless you fancy our heads bitten off for being late, by Moore" Sirius said rather hurriedly. He stood tall as usual with the same handsome light, there slight tints of shadows under his eyes that seemed to hide whenever he grinned or smirked.
"Right, let me change into some clothes" James answered quickly; he flashed Harry a small smile as he hurried out of the room and up the stairs. Harry was left there standing with Sirius.
"Alright there pet?" Sirius asked him cocking his brow in a questionnaire manner. Harry snapped out of his gaze.
"Yeah" he responded quietly not sure how else to react to his Godfather. Sirius swayed on his heels for a few moments, the gaze on his face giving off the essence that he was debating something deeply.
"Look, Harry I am sorry" he finally got out. Harry looked at him taking at back a bit. He opened his mouth to open but was caught off rapidly.
"I am your godfather and there's no excuse, I am sorry" he finished off lamely looking truly apologetic. Harry sighed mentally.
"It's alright Sirius," he said smiling weakly. I should be the one apologizing not you damnit! He thought irritated by this; he could feel all the guilt swarming in the pits of his stomach. he couldn't take this, he needed to do something say something anything but just let this carry on! He opened his mouth quickly.
"Sirius wait there's—"
"Padfoot you bloody pillock! Next time you borrow my quiditch trousers I really would like it if you washed them! They're bloody muddy!" James echoed angrily as he re-entered the kitchen now finally dressed in some jeans and a red t-shirt, his hair was now less unkempt than before. His face was contorted with annoyance as he shoved the held trousers in Sirius face.
"Sorry Mate, but I was preoccupied at the time, on Auror duty, I didn't have time to wash them" He responded distractedly as he focused his attention back to Harry.
"You were saying" he encouraged him lightly, looking at him curiously.
"Nothing" Harry shrugged it off. I am defiantly drowning now he thought angrily to himself. In a sea of guilt he sighed deeply. Both men were watching him curiously with slight worry.
"I am alright," Harry snapped, making them jump just a bit.
"Well, pet you defiantly have Lily's temper" Sirius chimed with a smirk.
"And Moore will defiantly have a fit if we don't get going" James reminded him quietly as he smiled at his son.
"rightio" Sirius responded.
"Harry, we'll get you later on today for some quiditch" James said quietly.
"Alright dad" he responded with a nod of his head. The two of them smiled before apparating out.
He sighed, damnit! I can't do this I won't be able to but I have to he thought as he sat down in the kitchen chair holding up his head tiredly. He wanted to tell them, he felt the over bearing weight on his chest, on his shoulders crushing him. I can't and I have to deal with that either way, he sighed once more.
"I think you're a little too pensive for this time in the morning" A soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned his head to find his mum walking in. Her scarlet hair was kept up today, with a strands falling down her face. She wore some old pair of jeans, and a white tee shirt.
"Morning mum" he said quietly smiling weakly. Lily smiled back as she ruffled his hair fondle, she pulled up the chair next to him and sat down as she held her wand in one hand.
"If you need to talk about anything, I am here" She said gently.
"Accio mug" she said a mug filled with coffee floated over to her side. She took a sip from her mug before placing it on the table once more.
"Thanks Mum" he responded with another weak smile but this is something that you or anyone can't help me with.
She sighed mentally to herself, she knew something was bothering him but she knew she could not press him on the matter, unless he wanted to talk and chances were it was something they aren't suppose to know. Snapping out of her own thoughts she tapped her wand accioed some biscuits.
"Not much of a healthy breakfast, but it will do" she said grinning at him.
"When we moved here we left some boxes of old things up in the attic, you're going to help me go through them today" she stood up munching on her biscuit.
"Okay" Harry responded standing as well when a thought struck him.
"What about erm…well my-myself" He asked unsurely nodding his head to the stairs indicating to the upstairs where his younger version of himself slept.
"Fast asleep, wont be up for awhile and Remus will come and watch him while we work" she smiled brightly. She left carried her mug of coffee with her as she motioned for him to follow. Harry stood up from his chair and pushed it in before following his mother out of the kitchen into the living room.
"Remus will be here soon enough," she said quietly as she set her mug on the counter of a table.
She began picking at the pillows on the couch fixing them briefly.
"Erm, need help?" Harry asked unsurely as he approached.
"Oh, no I am finished" she said turning from the pillows she straightened out on the couch that James had previously spent the night on.
PopThe sound of an apparition echoed through the room. Harry turned to find a man standing right in front of him that he knew. The man in front of them was a fairly tall dressed in wizard robes that appeared to be slightly tattered, he sported a pair of worn out jeans and a gray sweater under them appearing as if he were a muggle guised as a wizard. His hair shined lightly brown in the light of the living room fire, the gray hair that seemed to be appearing briefly around sparkled in contrast to the brown almost like silver powder.
He approached them smiling an exhausted smile, but with fair amount of good scrutiny there were dark circles that stretched and became even more visible under his eyes as he grinned.
"Sorry I am late" he apologizes briefly before his eyes lay on Harry. His eyes widened as he smiled.
"My god, you're an exact replica of James" He spoke in an awed voice.
"He is" Lily agreed smiling.
"Thanks Remus" Harry responded unsurely. He couldn't help but crack a smile at this. He looked so young, younger than he looked now and he was happy despite the rising of the Dark lord. Most importantly he was happy, and Harry knew this. He sighed mentally to himself he doesn't know what will happen he thought to himself gravely as he tried to shake the thought from himself.
"Sorry there, I dare say you must get that a lot" Remus responded still smiling.
"Yeah, you can say that" Harry responded absent-minded as the memories of the time Remus and Sirius meet him raveled in his mind, their expressions their claims of how he looked exactly like James except for the eyes.
"The little one is still sleeping Remus, but he will be up soon, if you need anything Harry and I will be in the attic cleaning out the boxes and organizing them" Lily broke the silence as she laid her hand gently on Harry's shoulder.
"All right Lily, Harry" he smiled.
"While you're at it, you should take a nap, you look worn and I wont tolerate it if I hear from Kate and Sirius that you're falling asleep at the end of the meetings" she said furrowing her brow in a worrying manner as she gazed at him.
"I am alright Lily, don't worry about me" Remus responded slowly stifling a yawn at that same moment.
"You know where the guest room is, and Harry wont be up for a few more hours, now come or I will curse you Remus and you know very well that I always follow through with my statements" Lily responded haughtily grinning presumptuously like her 7th grade headgirl self.
"Miss Evans former Headgirl of Hogwarts threatens a former student with a curse? It's quite possible that McGonagall can still revoke your badge Lily," he teased sweetly smiling as he followed her and Harry ups the stairs. Harry watched them intently as he followed their conversation; it was just incredibly new for him. He never knew his mother and never knew Remus and her had this type of friendship.
"Sleep well Remus" Lily said touching his shoulder before he went into the guest room. He stifled a yawn smiling at the both of them as he closed the door.
"Up here" Lily steered Harry to the end of the hall where another pair of stairs followed. They ascended up the stairs coming to a stop in front of a door. Slowly Lily opened it and they both entered.
The attic was a spacious room nothing compared to the rest of the house. The wooden floors sparkled with little traces of dust as the boxes that Lily had mentioned they would be sorting were well organized and staked on each other in the corners of the room. In the middle of the room was a couch and a rocking chair that rocked on it's own, most likely bewitched Harry thought to himself with awe.
"Here are the boxes," Lily said smiling as she had already made her way over to them picking up the top one and setting it down. Harry made his way over and helped her with the next one. Once they had set the boxes all down, it totaled twelve.
"Were going to need our wands for this" Lily said her wand ready at hand.
"God only knows how many trick bags and pranks James and Sirius have left in them" she shook her head with a sigh at the thought. Harry couldn't help but smile a bit to this. He took out his wand.
"Should we start with this box?" he asked looking at the one closest to their feet.
"Yes, lets do" she said slowly lifting her wand and opening the box cautiously. The box came to reveal a pair of glimmering objects, one that was a pendant shaped, as a horse encircled with a heart, under the necklace was there were a few books staked up.
"What's that?" Harry asked curiously looking at the pendant that appeared to be very old but had not lost its golden glimmer. Taking a hold of it Lily smiled a nostalgia smile.
"Your great grandmother gave this to me in my third year" she said quietly smiling. She handed him to him. Harry looked at the pendant; it was carved with such precision every mark came together interweaving with another line to form every part of it, it made it more united more complete. The eyes sparkled strangely a light blue.
"Your Great grandmother and I were really close. During Christmas break we were spending the day together when she gave me the pendant as an early gift. It was a gift passed down from her mother and she wanted me to have it now, "you're a young woman now Lily darling, and this is something that had when I was a little girl" she said" The tears that she controlled sparkled in her emerald orbs.
"Here" she said and took a hold of the pendant in Harry hand, she opened it, inside was a picture of a young girl an elder woman. Harry knew this was his mother, and his grandmother. The picture was old by the texture of coloring and a muggle photograph.
"I haven't seen it since we began our move here" She smiled; she looked back into the box.
"And these, Oh, these are old photo albums" she said with a sense of excitement. She lifted out one of the leather bond albums. She sat on the floor, cross-legged the album on balanced on her knees. She wore an inviting smile. Harry moved closer next to her sitting cross-legged Indian style as well, gazing at the photo album. Lily opened it, the first page was blank and yellow with the years pressed into it. She flipped to the next page over, and there in the next yellow page in beautiful cursive writing was written.
Les jeunes et Le vieux
She turned to the next page that was filled with pictures vibrant pictures, old pictures. They were all wizarding photos. The first one was of his mother; he was so sure. She was in her Hogwarts uniform with two other girls that posed right next two her. She stood with her arms crossed in the middle, on herright side stood a girl with long blond hair smiling amysterious smile and on her left side stood another girl with long dark hair smiling a rather sarcastic smile, apparently she didn't like photos.
"I was sixteen at the time," Lily answered, smiling fondly as she gazed the photo with nostalgia.
"Her there with the blond hair was my friend Gwen, and the other girl here is Amelia We were very close in school" she said with a small sigh. Harry glanced from her and back to the photos, it reminded him of his own photos with Ron and Hermione he had in his own leather bond album. Lily turned to the next page.
"Do you still see them?" Harry asked her curiously as he starred at a new photo one of Sirius and James. Sirius had his arms crossed across his chest, wearing his devilish smile, James stood next to him back to back his own arms crossed across his chest, smilinga presumptioussmile his hazel eyes glimmering against the lenses of his glasses that fell down his nose in a mellowed manner.
"Yes, I do occasionally see them, but with everything that's happening we don't see each other as much as we did" she said darkly, she looked back at him and smiled as she looked at the photo he was starring at.
"This was taken the summer before seventh year, I believe your grandmother took it" she smiled. And then she turned the page not before Harry glanced at a few more photos of Lily on her own and Sirius and James smiling brightly carefree, making arses out of themselves.
"Whose that?" Harry asked surprisingly his eyes falling on the photo on the next page. It was of Remus and a woman. He had his arms just around her smiling a brilliant smile, a smile of blithe. The woman was smiling as well, her blue eyes shining; her ash-brown hair fell in soft curls framing her face in a beautiful way. She wore a long gown of white that the wind blew. Remus wore a long a vested sweater his own light brown hair falling in wisps in front of his face. They were both standing on the edge of some cliff, the wind caressing them. Their smiles just a remarkably care free.
"That is Kate" Lily answered simply with a smile "Remus and Kate have been going out since sixth year at Hogwarts".
"I-I didn't know that" He responded weakly. This was a complete shock to him he never thought of Remus was romantic interest. What strike him even more now is, where was this Kate now that Remus was alone, the last Marauder. All because of Peter, all because of Peter innocent lives would be destroyed. He felt a bolt of anger drop in his stomach Stop! Don't think about it! You can't Do any—But I can NO! Stop he thought to himself shaking his head.
Lily frowned. She turned to the next page. Harry looked up to her, swallowing the slight lump that came and went more recently than usual. He looked on the next page, as they both remained tacit. And there it was, he starred at the newest picture, a faint smile was forming on his face.
"What?" he questioned the smile still growing. Lily's eyes glimmered at this, hiding her own grin.
"This was Amelia's revenge on Sirius," She answered with a hint of laugh in her voice. A rather miffed looking Sirius starred back at him, as his hair was longer and plaited in braids, his lashes were long and big resembling those of an American beauty Queen. His cheeks shared a dab of pink, as his lips were painted a fiery red. His eyelids sparkled of green.
"What did he---" But Harry never had time to finish his question for a surge of laughter burst out of him. He held his stomach laughing, as the Sirius in the photo glowered, expressing his anger with a few unfriendly hand gestures.
"She transfigured his hair to grow long and placed a sticking charm on the cosmetics so he wouldn't be able to wash it off, after we helped her feed him a sleeping potion" Lily answered laughing herself. Harry's eye widened in astonishment as he laughed, mirth he hadn't felt since the day His godfather had gone. It was a dramatic irony he thought in his most psychological side how the one thing that caused him such pain, remorse, brought him into complete hysterical laughter at this very moment. I can change--- I am Sorr---OH lord His eyelashes are sparkling blue! He battled himself mentally for a moment, his laughter winning for once.
"Sleeping potion?" He was able to gasp out as he clutched his sides laughing.
"Oh yes" Lily answered with vindication suppressing her laughter just enough to speak clearly "James only received a slight punishment for this" Lily turned the page. What Harry saw next brought tears of mirth to his eyes as her gasped for air. James stood rather flustered; his glasses shaped as the ones the old woman across private drive wore. They were larger rectangle shaped, the rims were a clear pink color, with jewels shaped as hearts and flowers at the sides. The glass itself was of a rouge color and flashed every three seconds messages such as
"Granny always knows best"
"At your service, ready to kiss any boo boos"
He couldn't possibly breathe; he lay on his back laughing. He hadn't seen any pictures of his father other than the ones Hagrid gave him; yet again he had never seen his father up this close before. His sides ached. Lily watched him smiling and laughing, tears forming in her eyes. She forced herself to ignore the feeling of foreboding in her stomach, and enjoyed this moment.
"Remus" He gasped out as he brought himself up from the floor, still laughing.
"Oh No, Mr. Prefect would never do such a thing, he was rather more intelligent than those two idiots" she wrinkled her nose and smiled "to knick women's lingerie s, especially the Gryffindors' seventh years girls and disperse it among the gambling boys. No, Remus had much more of a sense than toparticipate in such an act" she finished with a mock smile.
"That's-What-they did" he got out quickly between gasps for air. They never told him that story, he never knew of this prank in particular, he could see why now.
"Oh yes, they were bright students but lacked common sense especially Sirius" Lily responded in a matter of fact voice that resembled Hermione's. His laughter slowly subsided as well as his smile, it was faint once more as he was reminded of what would to come. All because of Sirius rashness, all because of his own rashness.
"They were brilliantly narked about this but they still strutted around the halls despite the way they looked" she said with a reminiscing smile.
"Although it took Remus and James some time to convince Sirius" She laughed at this. He grinned, he could see it Sirius arms crossed across his chest his eyes bulging mad, his father and Remus trying to convince him the eyeliner actually matched his shirt and they plaited hair wasn't that bad, it only made him look like an exotic show girl, the only thing he was missing was the skirt and the hat.
"He probably almost cursed them" he remarked lost in the image laughing.
"In fact he did" Lily responded smiling and laughing. They remained grinning at each other, thinking. They regrouped; lily turned the next page as Harry inched back to his original position looking at the photos with eager eyes. They turned a few more pages of pictures of Kate and Remus, and some of Sirius and Gwen.
"Gwen and Sirius?" Harry questioned eyeing the photo of Gwen riding Sirius motorbike while Sirius held on to her waist and helped her move the thing.
"They had clashing personalities, but her rebellion and sense of adventure matched his" she finished. She turned the next page, of more photos of the three couples together. Pretty soon they were done with this photo album. Lily set it aside. She picked up the next one that was a teal color album. She opened it; the pages were slightly yellow on the edges, but neither the less it was pretty new. She turned to the first page, to the first photo that was of Harry when he was a little baby. His emerald orbs sparkled as he smiled as James held him tightly to his chest smiling, the bags under his eyes not so visible. He kept grinning and looking at baby Harry with pure love.
"This was after you were born, a few weeks later" She said quietly smiling
"Your father was rather tired, Auror duties were taking a toil, still are" she sighed slightly at this. He nodded, swallowing the lump. The next photos were of him and Lily together and as the pages went there were photos of him their arms or playing with some magical items. She turned to another photo his eyes falling on a photo of him and Sirius asleep; he felt the lump in his throat resurfacing. Lily frowned as she scrutinized his expression, the logging look of something tearing him apart, she wanted to ask him, to make his fear go away but couldn't. Instead she put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, embracing him.
Harry looked up at her, feeling the warmth of her body against his, another hug from his mother; he knew he would cherish these. In a distant memory he couldfeel thesame arms around him, he could feel other pair of arms stronger ones holding him close and a different set of strong arms as well. She fondled his hair as she set the album on the floor, and held him close, her son.
"That photo" she broke the silence "was of when Sirius first decided to baby sit you, your father and I hadn't gone out for some time now and he volunteered, little did he know what he was in for" she said with a twinkle in her eyes. They had broken apart, but she still ruffled his hair fondly and smiled as she spoke.
"What happened?" he asked a faint smile breaking on his face.
"You tired him out, I warned him that you were quiet a handful but he insisted that Filch was a handful and that he would be able to take care of you" she paused grinning "He was wrong, when we came home we pound powder and broken eggs all over the kitchen floor and baby clothes everywhere. We rushed upstairs after Sirius didn't answer, and we found him asleep on the floor you tapping his head with his wand, his hair turning into different shades of colors" she laughed a musical laugh of sweetness.
"When he woke up he helped clean up and insisted he put you to bed, it was his job as your Godfather as he put it, and he ended up falling asleep" she sighed with a smile. She glanced at her watch.
"Four hours" she echoed "time surely goes by when you're having fun" she said. Harry nodded getting up and stretching.
"I say were about done up here" she took out her wand and placed a charm on the albums, all the albums staked on top of each other, except for one that floated in the air. She took a hold of it.
"There are a few photos we can go through downstairs, I think Remus might be needing some help you can be quiet a handful" she smiled winking.
"Besides, I think you might want to talk to him" she added slowly as she dusted herself off.
"I think I might need to" Harry said slowly himself, his heart sunk as he thought of Remus and how his life would be in sixteen years from now how his own life would be. Don't think about it! He commanded himself mentally as his stomach churned with anxiety. He tried to push it away as he walked down the stairs.
"He can give you the details of the other mischief your father and them caused, I am vaguely aware of something they attempted on Filch the caretaker once" she said thinking, as they stopped at the bottom of the steps.
"Something to do with muggle hair dye" she said shaking her head. Harry cracked a grin here, suppressing his worries long enough to realize what his mother was doing.
"Thanks mum" he said looking at her with the same smile. It was his mum! His mum.
"You don't need to thank me," she said gently. And with that they walked down the hall, Lily telling him more of the famous muggle dye trick involving charms and a very angry Professor Mcgongal in the wee hours of the morning.