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A Window To The Past

Chapter Three:

"I just don't understand it," commented Harry, scrubbing the mold off the old shelf Mrs. Weasley set them on.

Hermione looked at him. "What don't you understand, Harry?" she asked.

"If she was so excited to become a mother, why didn't they start earlier?" said Harry, frowning and putting his rag down for a minute. "When they first started out."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe they had problems, or something." she replied.

"Probably in more ways than one," replied Ron. "If they've been arguing as much as Lupin says they have been, then it's no wonder they didn't start earlier; they've been too busy ripping each others throats out!"

"Still," sighed Harry, shaking his head. "Sometimes I wonder about those two."

Hermione shook her head. "No, you don't wonder about those two, Harry; you wonder about what it would be like to live with those two. Two entirely different things." she replied, putting her mold covered rag down. "And I don't blame you, either."

"If you're so worried about it, mate," said Ron, making a disgusted face as a peice of mold wouldn't come off of his finger. "you should ask them about it."

Hermione looked shocked. "I was just going to say that," she replied. Then she nodded. "Ron's right, Harry. I'd go talk to them about it, if it's bothering you that much."

"The problem is, finding the time to do it." said Harry, picking up his rag and starting cleaning again. "I mean, with the Order coming in and out it's hard to find time to talk to ANYBODY when they're not involved in something."

"And all this stupid cleaning we have to be doing," muttered Ron. "Why did we want to contribute anything to the Order, any way?"

"Your mom's right, though, Ron." said Hermione, knowingly. "We did want to help, so I guess we got what we wanted."

Harry laughed as Ron turned red and muttered something that neither one of them could hear.

Harry scowled as Mrs. Weasley brushed him away from the kitchen, telling him they were in a meeting and that he shouldn't be there. Of course, thought Harry, like always. Shaking his head, he went back up to his room.

Pulling out his photo album, he sat on his bed and looked through the pictures. He smiled slightly as he saw the picture of his parents' wedding.

"Molly said you were sulking outside of the kitchen," came a friendly voice.

Harry looked up as Serena came to sit on his bed with him. "What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing," replied Harry quickly. A little too quickly.

Serena grinned. "Harry, I grew up with your father. I happen to know when somebody's lying to me. Now, what's wrong?"

"I've been thinking lately," started Harry.

Serena nodded knowingly. "There's your problem right there. Your father had a hard time with doing too much of that, also." she said, giggling a bit.

Harry shook his head, smiling slightly. "Why can't I be here with you and Sirius?" he asked, not fully expecting the question to burst forth from him quite that quick.

Serena go serious. "I knew that was what's bothering you, Harry." she said.

"It doesn't make sense to me," replied Harry, looking at her. He was slightly surprised to see that her eyes were glistening in the lamplight.

Sighing a deep, pain filled sigh, Serena looked down at her clasped hands, then back up at Harry. "I must admit I wasn't fully prepared for this question to arise so soon. I should have been, because you are so like your father. Anyway, before your parents died, they wrote a will for Dumbledore, so that if anything were to happen to them, he would take care of where everything went. It was Lily's wish that you would go to her sister and brother-in-law; she thought it would be good for them, for you."

"What about dad?" asked Harry, his voice betraying his emotions.

Serena shook her head. "I'm not sure," she replied. "Your father and I weren't talking then, because of something that happened with Lily and her friends. Your father was very protective of your mother, and if anybody did something to make her angry he would suddenly quit talking to them without telling them why."

"What did you do to mom?" asked Harry.

Serena shook her head. "Nothing. Her friends started spreading nasty rumors. Your parents didn't even come to mine and Sirius' wedding because one of Lily's friends were upset that he was marrying me, not her." she replied sadly.

"WHAT?" it was all Harry could do to keep himself from shouting. "They didn't come to your wedding?"

Serena shook her head. She bit her lip, then decided to tell him. "They didn't even make me your godmother, even if Sirius is your godfather."

"What?" shouted Harry, looking outraged. "So, if something happens to Sirius, I won't stay with you?"

Serena shook her head bitterly. "Nope," she replied, putting a hand on her stomach. "They thought that Sirius was going to marry Lily's friend, so they already had her named as your godmother. When Sirius married me, they didn't bother changing it around."

Harry looked at her. He was being torn apart by different emotions. "Well, who IS my godmother, then?" he asked quietly.

Serena frowned. "Somebody whom I haven't liked ever since I've been acquainted with them. I can hardly say her name." she replied.

Harry looked at her. "Why?"

"Because she did some things while Sirius and I were first dating," replied Serena, shaking her head. "I was just starting to get over it, then I got pregnant, and up came all these emotions that I thought I had gotten over."

"You're avoiding the subject," replied Harry, grinning.

Serena smiled. "Darn, I thought I was doing a good job. Anyway, you know her. She's with Remus now. Interesting story that I'll tell you later."

"Raye?" whispered Harry, looking up at Serena in horror. She was the most snobbish person that he had ever met in his entire life; even more so than Aunt Petunia, and that was pretty hard.

Serena nodded sadly. "Yep," she replied.

Just then they heard a voice call up the stairs. "Oh, Serena, you're needed down here for the meeting!"

"In speaking of the devil," replied Serena, frowning, standing up. Then she turned to look at Harry. "Is there anything you need before I go? Butterbeer, pumpkin juice, any kind of candies?"

Harry shook his head, grinning. "But there is one thing I want to know; from what you've told me, you're having a hard time keeping yourself from socking Raye square in the face. Now that you're pregnant, isn't it impossible not to?"

Serena grinned. "Actually, yes, it really, really is. I would like no more than to sock her in her face and then float her around the room, making her hit her head a few times." then she frowned. "Speaking from experience, of course. She's done that to me more than once."

Harry laughed and watched as Serena left the room. He felt slightly better now that he had done what Ron and Hermione had suggested that he do; talk to at least one of them about it. Now that he did that, he could do some research that would come in handy over the school year.

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