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Chapter 3: 26th of January 2004

The next day, William moved to his new (?) house. He packed everything he owned into cardboard boxes before he shrunk them and put them into a bag.

"Well, I must be off. I will come back and visit you all." he said to the family members who had been taken care of him for 21 years.

"Don't you need any help in unpacking?" asked Arthur Weasley.

William shook his head. "I could manage. Besides, I have a friend to help me. She's my new neighbour."

"Oh... it's a she." said Fred, nodding in understanding while George grinned.

William blushed and shifted his bag. "We've just met." he mumbled.

"Uh-huh." said George.

"… well, goodbye!" said William quickly and he left.

"Introduce her to us soon!" called Fred.


William opened the door of his father's house and pushed it open. The house was as dirty as ever. William put down his bag, wondering where to start on cleaning the house.

Knock Knock

William went and opened the door, it was Mary.

"Hey."

"Hey, come in."

William stepped aside and Mary came in. "Wow, this is a lot of mess," she said, looking at the Front Room.

"You said it." said William as he brushed the dust off a table, then he stared at his hand in disgust.

"A little magic can help." said Mary and she took out her wand.

With a wave, she wiped the furniture clean with her wand. "There."

"Thanks." said William and he stared at the sofa. "I guess I need to change the sofa… but this one looks nice…" he snapped his fingers and the sofa became good as new.

"Wandless magic!" cried Mary excitedly. "Hey, I know it too! You did Advanced Charms in your 7th year, didn't you?"

"Yup."

"So did I." said Mary. "Did you want to change the wallpaper?" she asked.

William looked at the wallpaper, it was light blue, or it used to be, but now it looked pale and washed out. "Just restore it."

Mary pointed at the wallpaper and restored it back to its original colour. William tried the lamp, but it didn't work. "Guess the lamp needs a new bulb." he said and snapped his fingers. He tried the lamp again and it came on.

"All right, is there anything else?" he asked, looking around the room. The Front Room looked just like it used to be 21 years ago. "I guess not. Come on, Mary, help me with the rooms upstairs…"


It took William and Mary a few minutes to clean and restore the rooms upstairs. Then they came down to work on the garden.

"Boy, what a mess." said William, staring at the pile of dead leaves and branches.

"Remember, nobody cleans this place for over two decades." reminded Mary.

William cleared the garden with a single wave, but the garden still looked dead with its dry patches of grass.

"I guess a little gardening will help…" said William.

Mary tugged on his sleeve to catch his attention. "William, what's that?"

William looked at the direction where Mary was pointing. The object was under a tree. Curiously, William and Mary went to it and looked at it carefully. Then their eyes widened and they took a step back.

It was a white tombstone with the words:

Julia Potter
Died in late May 2004
She will live forever in her parents' hearts

"J-Julia?" asked William, shaking. "Who's Julia?" then he looked at Mary as if she had the answer.

"Don't look at me." said Mary immediately.

"Died in late May 2004… That means my parents are still alive when this girl, or woman, died…" Then he frowned. "Mary, who exactly is my mother, do you know?"

"Hermione Granger, of course. The court said so."

"Yeah, but who could be sure?" said William.

Mary looked at William as if he had gone nuts. "William, I'm positive that your mother is Hermione Granger, she even fainted in court when the Minister showed her your birth certificate."

"That doesn't prove anything." he argued stubbornly.

Mary stared at him. "You know nothing about your parents' case, huh?"

"No."

"No wonder." she mumbled.

"What?" asked William.

"Then all I can tell you is that your mother IS really Hermione Granger."

"How could you be so sure?" asked William.

Mary looked at William, annoyed. "Who do you think it is then?"

"My guardian," said William immediately. "Ginny Weasley."

Mary snorted and shook her head. "It isn't her."

"Why not?" asked William.

Mary put her hands on her hips. "William, do yourself a favour and check up your parents' case in the library or something. A bit of reading will do you good." she advised.

William was about to open his mouth to argue when he remembered his father's diary. The diary would tell him everything. Maybe it would provide some information about this Julia person as well.

"I have something better than those books in the library." he said in the end.

Mary shrugged. "Suit yourself. But I'm telling you, you are the son of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and that's the truth."

"You know nothing about this Julia person?" asked William.

"No. The case didn't mention anything about her." said Mary then she thought for a while. "Unless…"

"What?" asked William anxiously.

"Never mind." said Mary quickly.

"No, what is it? Tell me!" demanded William.

"Err…" then Mary looked at her watch. "Oh it's late, I have to go, bye!"

"Hey, Mary, wait!" cried William but she had already ran off.

William sighed in frustration. "Fine. Leave me alone with loads of questions in my head…"

He then stared at the tombstone. "Well Julia, I will find out about you, whoever you are."


After having his dinner in his new dining room, William took the diary from his bag, sat down on the sofa and opened it.

26th of January 2004

Diary,

Have I mentioned to you how different Hermione and Ginny are? Ginny seems to holding onto me every second she has and the only topic she ever talks about is us. Hermione always has something new to talk about, her work, Ron, what she has been doing… and if she doesn't seem to have anything else to talk about, she will just shut up.

Hermione was much quieter than Ginny. Maybe because she's mature.

Know why am I talking about this? Well, this thought occurred to me when Ginny, Hermione, Ron and I went for a double date today…


"How do I look?" asked Ginny excitedly in a shop at the new shopping street at Helga Road. She was wearing this pink dress that clashed with her hair.

"Hmm…." I said. She looked so happy that I couldn't find a way to tell her straight that she looked horrible in that dress.

"Horrible." said Ron immediately and Ginny frowned. "Well, I didn't ask you." she snapped.

"He's right." I said quietly.

Ginny looked at me, then she looked at herself in the mirror before she decided that her brother and boyfriend were correct. While she went to change, Hermione came out of the dressing room in a red dress.

Ron showed his disgust, but personally, I thought Hermione looked kind of cute in that dress.

Unlike Ginny, Hermione wasn't influenced by other people's opinions. Even though Ron told her that he hated it, Hermione still wanted to buy the dress, which showed how stubborn (or put it in a better way, determined) she was.

Then we walked down the street, Ginny and I were holding hands like a happy couple (which we are). Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, were walking apart, as if they were pretending they didn't know each other.

I asked Ginny what's wrong with Ron and Hermione and she said, "They fought last night."

Poor Hermione. She's always the one to suffer when she and Ron fights. Ron is always the insensitive one and won't admit his mistakes until I tell him to.

I wanted to talk to them, but Ginny wouldn't let me. She said everything would be fine in a few days, because they quarrelled all the time. Then she dragged me into the topic of getting married this year.

Does Ginny talk about anything else beside marriage? I doubt it. Well, I can't really blame her, can I? We have been dating for years.

"Harry," said Hermione. "Isn't that the shop you said you wanted to look at?"

I looked and saw a new Quidditch supplies shop. Excitedly, I let go of Ginny's hand and left her with Ron and Hermione. I went into the shop, glad that I could escape from Ginny's conversation and focused on buying the items I liked. Not that I hated to talk about marriage, but like I said, I'm not ready yet.

Ginny was extremely annoyed that I dumped her (sort of) for Quidditch. And she went on and on about how worthless Quidditch was.

"I thought you were going to give it up after Hogwarts, but noooo, you become a professional player instead and leave me to go around the world for its matches!" she complained.

Oh dear.

Hermione on the other hand, was all right with me being a professional player. "Let him be, Ginny."

Ginny just glared at me.

Why can't Ginny just be like Hermione? She's much more mature and understanding. But I still love Ginny. She's… um… well… I don't know why I still love her, I just do.

At least, I think so.

Do I?

Okay, perhaps I'm a little too tired. I should get to bed.

Harry


William slowly closed the diary and lay down on the sofa. So his father was a little confused about his relationship with Ginny… but this entry still didn't answer all the questions he had in his mind. Who was his mother exactly, who was Julia and most importantly, what crime did his father and Hermione commit? Whatever they had committed, it must be so bad that they were given a death sentence.

With all the thoughts in his mind, William slowly drifted off to sleep.