PHarry Potter & The New Life
Harry Potter & The New Life
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Author: All Credit for the story goes to SilverAegis.
Rating: Mature.
Characters: Harry Potter. Ginny Weasley. OFC.
Other Tags: AU – Dimension Travel. AU – Time Travel.
Status: 116,700 words; 12 Chapters; Incomplete.
Summary: After the war ended, Harry who is in his 7th year is accidentally transported into a AU where Neville is TBWL & where Harry is a normal boy. How will a Shadow Mage Harry get accustom to his New Life?
Chapter 9: Quidditch Final & the End of Term
When Harry decided to become friends with Tonks, he had gotten to know her quite better. As always, she was quite the fun person and always managed to cheer anyone up no matter what the situation was. Either it was a sad, anger, or a depressing atmosphere. Harry still remembered the first time when he started a conversation with her. It was quite the unexpected meeting.
Flashback
Harry was walking up the stairs one day to the Owlery when he heard someone above him 'yelped' from the stairs and then he heard some tumbling, looking up, the first thing he saw was a body that flew to him. Thanks to his Quidditch reflexes, he instinctively tried to catch her while grabbing onto the rail of the stairs. However… with both bodies moving that fast, things always don't end up the way you wanted to be.
Let's say… body parts don't always normally end up where they should be for proper young ladies and gentlemen.
Harry didn't who knocked him onto the ground, but he definitely knew it wasn't a boy.
Squish Squish
The parts of Harry that ended on the ground were stinging, but the parts that were not stinging were feeling something entirely different.
It 'ohh' was it very soft… and familiar… and bouncy…
Uh oh…
Harry immediately heard someone try to apologize. "Sorry about this…"
Harry wasn't listening, he wasn't sure he should move, or let the girl that fell over to move. For some reason, he was quite comfortable at where he was at.
Somewhere in his mind, he thanked god or maybe hoped no one was watching them at that moment.
However… another part of his mind was wondering who the other person was, that belonged to other half of this human pretzel.
The few minutes that seemed to last for eternity made Harry wondered if the person on top of Harry, survived the fall, but the quick beating pulse of her heart near his throat told him she was quite alive and hyped up about something, or maybe just scared like he was at what other people might think if anyone was to see the two together right now in compromising positions.
Harry heard her apologize again, but Harry couldn't respond due to the fact that he could hardly breathe thanks to the cushion of her body from breaking his nose from the fall.
Harry decided to take the initiative and tried to pry her away from him his face so he could breathe, however…
Squish Squish
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. What he was touching was one of a girls most forbidden contacts.
"Umm… sorry." The girl apologized sounding quite embarrassed. Harry snapped out of his thoughts and quickly pulled away.
He froze when he saw who it was.
She was blushing furious red and looked like she wanted to hide in a hole and never come back… Nymphadora Tonks…
Harry immediately took a deep breath, and spoke like nothing happened. "It's okay, but can you get off?" Harry asked.
She murmured another apology and tried to get up while not rubbing him to much. However, she had only succeeded in falling on her behind causing her robes to flutter up and down.
This gave Harry the awkward view of almost everything show wore under her robes from waist to below.
The first thing that came to his mind was…
'Isn't Tonks kind of old to be wearing underwear with pink heart shapes on it?'
But he scooted back and pretended that he didn't see a thing, but his face betrayed him with a slight blush and a crooked roguish grin, that normally made the girls swoon and giggle with excitement.
Tonks gave him the most embarrassed and horrified look that he had ever seen. "Sorry about this." Tonks murmured again.
Harry coughed and murmured. "It's okay. It was my fault to." "It wasn't." She interrupted.
An awkward silence…
"Sorry." They both said at the same time. They both chuckled at the jinx.
Harry getting up to his feet, he gave her his hand and tried to help her get up. Even though he was small, he was quite strong.
She gave a grateful look and took his hand to stand up. The first thing that came to Harry's mind was.
"My name is Harry Potter. Are you okay?" Tonks blushed.
"Nymphadora Tonks. Call me Tonks. I'm fine. Sorry about that." She said blushing harder. "Are you okay?" She whispered.
"Yes. I'm fine."
Very fine…
Tonks apologized again.
"Sorry, I'm very clumsy and I took a wrong step and fell." She said quietly. Harry waved off the apology.
"It's okay, I was glad I managed to grab you in time, or you would have suffered a serious injury." She nodded meekly.
"Well… I need to go send a letter… err bye." Harry said awkwardly. Tonks blushed, and followed right behind him.
Harry began to wonder why she followed him to the Owlery, until that was when Harry noticed that she never succeeded in reaching upstairs to deliver her letter because she tripped.
At first there were a few awkward moments of silence when Harry called for his pet Owl Hedwig to deliver a letter to his family until Tonks spoke.
"Thank you. I could have been injured." Harry spoke.
"Like I said, it's okay."
Harry gave her a heart warming smile which broke the ice between the two. They immediately began to chat and talk for 30 minutes up the Owlery until they decided to part.
End of Flashback
Of course after that awkward incident they would still talk to each other and get to know each
other better. Apparently, Tonks was one of those students that were sort of in awe of a 1st Year who was smart, strong, and quite adorable at a young age.
A few days after Harry had met Tonks, Harry had met up with Cedric as well. Yeah, he was loyal, and a cool jock half the time, but the other half, well Harry had never believed the others in his dimension when they told him that Cedric was a Playboy, a flirt, and an idiot when it comes to magic. Cedric had below average grades! Harry knew he should have believed the people that told him that in his old dimension: How Cedric became a champion with little brains in his head, Harry didn't know. Cedric turned out to be a pretty fun guy at times, except when his other personality kicked in… with his pretty boy looks, he seemed quite arrogant about it and acted like he could get any girl he wanted. At that moment, Harry knew the reason why Cho acted like how she was, it was because of Cedric.
When exams came, everyone in school became stressed out, and the tension in the air increased. The 5th and 7th years were looking quite exhausted and tired from Owl and Newt exams. Of course the other students who were in different years who didn't have to take Owls or Newts had it quite easy.
Harry had aced all his exams without a sweat. He was the first one to start and the first one to finish. Hermione of course after every exam began to talk about the questions and the problems that had for the exam. Harry rolled his eyes.
Typical Hermione…
"Hermione! Enough! It's bad enough to take the exam, but to go over it after every exam?" Ron shouted.
Immediately Hermione and Ron began to start one of their infamous bickering arguments that were well known in his dimension.
Padma who was seen sitting at Gryffindor table quite often whispered to Harry.
"You know the way they act; sometimes they act like a complete old married couple." Padma commented.
Harry agreed silently.
"Yeah, maybe we should start a betting pool to see when they would start dating." Harry commented.
Padma giggled at the thought.
"Yeah, we should, we could make lots of money. We probably would make more money if we rigged it." Padma agreed.
Harry was about to respond back, but Neville Longbottom from several seats away was eaves dropping interrupted their conversation.
"Hey you old married couple, shut up, we trying to study here!"
Immediately Hermione and Ron blushed, but Hermione gave Harry a glance in which he pretended he didn't see. Ron on the other hand wasn't sure if he was going to give Neville a murderous look or do nothing at the one person he still worships. Padma decided to say something to Neville before Ron decided to go through the deep end.
"Oh really? I really don't think it would help you. You would probably still have the same grades anyway. That'll teach you from studying and doing homework last minute, you stuck up prat." Padma said coldly.
Ever since Padma would hang out with Ron, Hermione, and Harry, she had been having a sharp tongue that amazed her twin sister Parvati. Parvati on the other hand would always give her sister jealous looks because she was always around Harry who Parvati thought was cute. Harry began to wonder why girls his age were already thinking about boys when they were only eleven. He had remember his Aunt Perenelle telling him that girls matured faster then boys, but he had not dare believe it.
Neville threw her a glare.
"Shut up you Ravenclaw bitch, why don't you go back to your table?" Neville snarled.
Harry who usually minded his own business and let his friends handled their own business nowadays snapped when he heard Neville insulted Padma.
"Shut up Longbottom. You're annoying. Why don't you go away? Don't you have other things to do instead of annoying people? If you want to go study, go study in the damn dorm, no one is in their and you don't have to go study out here in the Great Hall. So why don't you go away?" Harry hissed the last part very angrily which cause all of the dishes that were in the Great Hall to vibrate. For some reason, he was getting really tired of Neville Longbottom eavesdropping in their conversations these past few weeks and trying to have a conversation with them that usually ended up in insults to his friends or making fun of them. He was trying his best to ignore Neville… no Longbottom… but he was as annoying as Draco Malfoy.
"And if I don't?" Neville mocked.
Harry gave a sinister grin for a moment that scared those around him. "We'll see…" Harry said in dangerous voice that made Neville shivered.
Of course, twenty minutes later when lunch was almost finished, Harry smirked and began to concentrated on his magic a bit on Neville Longbottom who immediately turned into a large yellow fat canary. The Great Hall immediately became silent. Everyone was just speechless until they heard the large yellow Canary squawked.
The entire Great Hall erupted with laughter. McGonagall of course looked furious.
"Who did this? Fred! George!" McGonagall shouted looking pale white and looking quite dangerous. They immediately raised their hands in mock surrender while laughing like crazy.
"We didn't do it! I have to admit though, nice spell and it does give him a suited look though eh Professor?"
"Fred Weasley! George Weasley! In my office this…." She faulted.
Everyone began to laugh harder. The reason why she faulted was she saw the giant fat Canary standing up very clumsily and was squawking while pointing one of his large wings at Harry.
McGonagall wasn't stupid on what the giant Canary was doing. She sought her eyes out to young Harry Potter. It was well known in school that the two didn't get along.
"Mr. Potter! Did you do this?" She said in a force calm voice. Everyone near him immediately quiet to see what Harry would say.
Harry gave an innocent look and said in a kind voice to his Head of House.
"No. Though, don't you think Longbottom looks a lot better with his new look? He looks a bit more handsome now and with those wings, he could probably play Quidditch for us next year." Harry smirked.
That immediately set everyone around him into a fit of giggles and laughter. McGonagall was not amused.
She was about to open her mouth, but Harry interrupted.
"If you don't believe me, you can check my wand." Harry said handing his wand to her.
She gave a suspicious look and accepted it. At first look of the wand, she knew it was different then the rest. This wand was very delicate and fancy looking. Quite beautiful and a great master piece, she was going to ask Dumbledore about it later.
She immediately began to murmur a few words, the last few spells they saw Harry was using:
A Cleaning Charm.
A Cheering Charm.
Levitation Charm
Levitation Charm.
McGonagall immediately looked at Harry's friends. Ronald Weasley wasn't incapable of this…
Hermione Granger may have, but she wasn't the type that would do that… Padma Patil was the same as Hermione Granger…
So…
In other words, she just didn't know, but she knew it was Harry Potter.
Knowing that she had no evidence, she said nothing but gave Harry his fancy looking wand back. She pulled out her wand and tried to fix Neville up.
But before she could, Harry concentrated on his magic that he put on Neville. When McGonagall waved her wand…
Neville was now a large Pink Canary.
Everyone in the Great Hall immediately burst into laughter.
Dumbledore who had his eyes twinkled decided he would try and fix the transfiguration.
Still laughing, people's eyes were set on Dumbledore. It was well known that Dumbledore was a Transfiguration Master and he could redo anything. If Dumbledore was going to fix something, whoever did it must be powerful. Dumbledore murmured a few words and the magic that Harry put on Neville was lifted and he reverted back to normal, however he was flush from embarrassment and anger. He immediately pointed at Harry.
"It's his fault! He did it! I know he did it!" Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Neville, don't accused me of something I didn't do. I didn't even point my wand at you and when McGonagall scanned my wand, she didn't find anything. So don't accuse me of something without any proof." Harry snapped.
Neville opened his mouth to respond, but Dumbledore spoke with bright twinkle eyes.
"Enough you two… No harm done, everyone dismissed, class starts in 5 minutes. Those of you who exams later, please go back to your dorm or the library and go study."
Everyone in the Great Hall, who was still laughing or giggling, nodded. They all stood up to leave. Harry of sworn when he was leaving, he could feel Snape's piercing eyes gazing at the back of Harry's head. Harry stopped for a moment, and gave a hard look at Snape who was walking towards the Dungeon.
"Is there a problem Professor?" Harry said
Snape looked like he wanted to say something, but thought not to and gave him a death glare and walked away.
Finally, the day when Quirrell would steal the Sorcerer's stone came. It was the day when Dumbledore was leaving and Quirrell was going to steal the stone. Harry was walking around the
hallway until he overheard Hermione, Ron, and Padma confronting McGonagall who the Sorcerer's stone.
"Professor McGonagall, but…"
"No Ms. Granger, please do not make me give you three detentions! You three are dismissed!" Harry quickly meld into the Shadows and followed them.
When they were in the hallway alone, the three immediately began talking while Harry remained in the Shadows.
"We have to find Harry! He'll know what to do!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry was shocked. Usually it was him and Ron that would always come to Hermione for answers to their problems because she was the wisest of the group.
"But what do we do? Professor McGonagall wouldn't hear us, let's talk to Professor Flitwick." Padma advised.
They nodded in agreement and left for the Head of Ravenclaw house. To Harry's surprise Flitwick said he would watch the Forbidden floor for them today since Dumbledore wasn't at Hogwarts at the moment, and he was amazed the kids detective work, but he didn't believe Severus would steal it. After Flitwick's declaration, they were all relief and sighing in relief. Harry wondered how things would play out now. Could Quirrell defeat a Dueling Charms Champion before he reached the stone? Harry doubt Quirrell could do anything to Phillip Flitwick. He was a dueling champion, and he was a very strong wizard and opponent that could even put Voldemort's best Death Eaters in trouble when it came to a duel. Anyway, it wasn't like Voldemort was the dueler, it was Quirrell. Of course later at dinner, his friends explained to them what happened and they all nodded in agreement that to steal the Stone, you have to go through Flitwick first.
Later that night Harry checked to see if his friends left to go confront the thief or Neville for that matter. It turned out neither didn't. They were all in bed sleeping like a baby. Harry face went grim. He knew what he was supposed to do now.
When Harry reached the Forbidden floor, what he saw made him freeze. Flitwick was on the ground injured, bleeding from a lot of wounds that was on him.
"Professor!" Harry shouted running to the Charms Professor. "Who's there?" He breathed heavily.
"It's me, Harry Potter sir! What happened?" Harry asked.
Professor Flitwick looked up to his favorite young prodigy student and cough out some blood.
"Never m-mind about me… you must….you must c-contact the teachers… Quirrell… he's working… f- for Voldemort… he's going to s-steal… the s-stone… p-please." Flitwick begged.
Harry was speechless. This wasn't supposed to happen. Harry couldn't afford to let one of his
teachers die, maybe except Snape. Flitwick was a kind teacher, and he didn't deserve to die. "Hold on Professor, let me heal you."
Harry knew what he was about to do was bordering 6th year and 7th year magic.
"You can't heal me… no matter… how smart you are… the magic is to advance for your m-magical c- core…"
Harry silenced him by pointing his wand at Flitwick's wounds and began healing some of the small injuries and deep wounds.
"I healed you injuries, but you…"
But Flitwick had already passed out from blood lost.
Harry narrowed his eyes. How could Quirrell defeat Flitwick so easily? Angered Harry decided to hurry and catch up to Quirrell.
He conjured a warm blanket and covered Flitwick up. Instead of doing what Flitwick told him to do, Harry decided to go confront the Dark Lord's servant.
Before Harry had passed through the door to see Fluffy, he caused a loud bang which he was pretty damn sure someone would have heard. Flitwick was not in danger, but with immense blood lost, he couldn't be to sure.
Satisfied that the loud bang he made would attract attention, he went inside the 3rd Corridor to meet his eternal enemy.
He would have just Shadow teleported to Quirrell, but he knew Dumbledore would check the obstacles later to confirm his story on how he managed to get to Quirrell.
Fluffy was easy, the harp that was playing didn't stop playing, so it didn't wake him up, so Harry just jumped into the trapped door.
Seeing the Devil's Snare, Harry gave his wand a wave, and a bright light shined. In a blink of an eye, the Devil's Snare was push back.
Harry didn't bother observing his surroundings; he just kept walking until he found the room where they had the flying keys at.
Harry rolled his eyes. This was going to be easy, how could they have made such an easy test?
He quickly summoned the key toward him. When the other keys reacted by chasing him, Harry jabbed his wand at the up coming keys, the keys flew against the wall shattering their wings. Taking the silver key, Harry opened the door and continued on.
The next thing he saw was the Chess board. Harry groaned. He forgot he would need Ron for this.
He really didn't feel like fighting 36 large, armed stone pieces. They were huge and would require a huge amount of power to destroy, but he didn't want to use all of his magic for some chess piece and he wasn't that smart when it comes to playing chess.
Harry levitated himself to float above the Chess pieces and moved on forward to the next room. As expected, Harry found a dead troll on the ground already. Quirrell must have taken care of it already. By the looks of the blood that was still oozing out, it was just recently.
The next room Harry entered was the Potions test. Harry totally forgot which potion he had to take. Annoyed, Harry decided to skip this test and Shadow Walked to the room where Quirrell was. He was never the smart person for riddles. He was surprised that he actually managed to figure out the riddle that was in the Tri-Wizard tournament.
Forgetting his thoughts, Harry appeared right behind Quirrell who was wearing a black hood. What Harry saw made him freeze again. Quirrell was holding the Sorcerer's stone in his hand! How the hell did he get it so soon?
"Hello Quirrell." Harry said with his hood covering his face. He didn't want Quirrell to see who he was. It could be dangerous.
"Who are you?" Quirrell demanded icily. Harry decided to play around him.
"I must admit that I was expecting Snape to be the culprit, but now that I think about it, you make the perfect sense. The Troll was let in by you." Harry said thoughtfully. For some reason, Harry couldn't sense Voldemort within him anymore.
"So, you're working for Voldemort, hmmm?"
Quirrell winced before glaring at Harry. "Do not say the Dark Lord's name!" he hissed.
"My master is wise and powerful, he taught me that there was no such thing as good and evil, just power and those to weak to seek it."
"Sounds like an interesting philosophy, however I'm not here to chit chat, you are not leaving with the Sorcerer's stone. You will have to defeat me first if you want to leave." Harry said coldly.
Quirrell smirked and then laughed.
"You defeat me? What makes you think you can defeat me?" Harry laughed amused.
"Where is Voldemort?"
Harry was pleased to see Quirrell flinch at the name.
"Don't speak my master's name! Who are you?" Quirrell demanded.
"I am the wizard that is going to kill you and your master." Harry hissed coldly.
"You are foolish! No one can defeat my master! He is not here! Once I kill you, I will bring it to my master and he will live for eternity!" Quirrell laughed like a madman.
Harry was shocked to know that Quirrell wasn't possessed by the Dark Lord. Harry smirked, even if Quirrell knew he was, he wouldn't live long enough to tell the Dark Lord because he wasn't present. How strange that his Universe was different then his. He was expecting Voldemort to possess Quirrell, but Voldemort didn't. Then again, this wasan alternate universe.
Harry said nothing but kept his wand steady at Quirrell. Quirrell narrowed his eyes and aimed his wand right back. Quirrell was the first to move and shouted the killing curse. "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry immediately ducked and shot a blasting spell at Quirrell at blinding speed.
Quirrell was shocked. However he managed to throw a shield out just in the nick of time to block it. However the spell was so powerful it shattered his shield and knocked him back several steps back.
Harry smirked. Quirrell couldn't stand a chance against him. He didn't even put his full power in that spell. However Quirrell quickly recovered and stood back up at and shot multiple spells at him.
"Stupefy! Reducto! Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus! Tormenta!"
Harry dodged some of them and shot some average powered spells back. He was just playing around with Quirrell. He wanted to see how Quirrell was able to defeat Flitwick. He wasn't impressed at how Quirrell was throwing weak spells at him. After a few more minutes of dancing around with Quirrell, Harry spoke.
"How is it that you defeated Flitwick? By the way you are fighting… you are too weak to even defeat him." Harry asked while dodging another Killing curse that was headed toward him.
"He was a fool, he left his back turned against me, and I cursed him! Salome! Stupefy! He thought Snape was the culprit thanks to the some brats, so I easily overpowered him! Cio'clera!" Quirrell said throwing a powerful Dark spell at him which would make the persons organs melt from inside out.
Harry rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe Flitwick fell for that trick and Harry couldn't believe Quirrell would flaunt his victory, when his opponent didn't even know he was hostile until he was capped from behind.
Getting annoyed at Quirrell for throwing such a dark spell, Harry deciding to get this battle over with slapped the spell away with his wand making Quirrell look at him in shock and fear.
"You are too weak to fight me Quirrell." Harry said using his shadow powers to bind Quirrell. Quirrell froze. He tried to move, but the shadows didn't allow him to move.
"No! Let me go! I can't be beaten now! I have to give my master the stone!" Quirrell screamed while trying to break the bind, but the Shadow bind that was holding him could not be broken.
Harry summoned the Sorcerers stone to his hand and looked at Quirrell sadly. He couldn't believe how people were so loyal to such an idiot Dark Lord.
"Goodbye Quirrell."
Harry said aiming his wand at the center of Quirrell's chest. "Reducto!"
There was a huge hole through his chest, and he fell down lifeless with a dying yell down his throat.
Harry summoned the Sorcerer's stone to his hand turned his back on the lifeless body and left the room, but before Harry left for the corridor, Harry removed his hood and transfigures his robes back into Gryffindor robes, cast some weak cutting curses and small burns on his body causing him to bleed and shredded some of his robes making him look like he went through a battle from hell. He practically shoved all the rest of his Magic into his Magic Suppressor making him look like he was magically exhausted before he could be questioned on how come he wasn't hurt or tired or anything. Thankfully, he thought ahead because the moment he reached the door to the outside Corridor, Harry found himself in front of Albus Dumbledore and several teachers. Flitwick was being supported by a walking stick and was smiling at him.
Before they could speak, Harry gave the Sorcerer's stone to Dumbledore. Looking at the ground nervously, Harry spoke in a meek voice.
"Hello… umm… sorry about this."
"What's wrong with you Harry? You could have died, you didn't…" James shouted at his son.
Harry looked down ashamed. Harry had just finished relaying 'his' story out to Dumbledore, the staff, and his parents who was contacted by Dumbledore. After he explained about how he found out about the Sorcerer's stone from Ron, Hermione, and Padma. He told them that even though his friends told him that Flitwick was guarding the forbidden floor, Harry for some reason wanted to see with his own eyes that Snape was the thief or not. He didn't think Flitwick could handle Snape because of his dark exterior. (He didn't think no one bought this, but the way he was acting and sounding scared like a first year override it and they believed him.) When he approached the forbidden floor, Harry saw Professor Flitwick who was wounded, so Harry tried to heal him as best as he could.
After making sure Flitwick was okay, Harry told the staff and his parents that he panicked and wasn't sure what he should do, he used the excuse that even if he did tried to tell one of the teachers, they would probably blow him off like McGonagall did his friends. Here Harry noticed McGonagall looked ashamed. So without any other choice and knowing that there was a chance that Quirrell could have the Sorcerer's stone by now, Harry decided to confront him before he could take the stone. When Harry approached Quirrell, he had already taken the stone, so the two decided to
duel for it. Quirrell and Harry fought over it for several minutes, and in the end Harry focused the rest of his remaining strength into a powerful Reducto at point blank range and killed Quirrell. Here, Harry had to pretend that he couldn't believe he killed someone, he produced some fake tears. For some reason, he smiled inwardly that they bought it when his mother hugged him and wiped his tears away. He was quite the actor. After he was done he was being shouted by his father while everyone was being silent. Well, except Snape, who looked angry at begin accused for being the one to steal the stone and sneering at him the same time for being in trouble.
"Well… I must say that is amazing adventure Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling like mad.
Harry inwardly rolled his eyes. He faked the ashamed look while his father was looking at him telling him he wasn't done yelling yet. He was lucky his mother didn't start on him yet.
"That's fine Albus! But Potter broke more then 50 school rules and killed a teacher! He should be expelled!" Snape shouted.
Immediately his parents and his Head of House began to protest but Flitwick interrupted all of them.
"I think not Severus. Young Harry Potter here saved my life and protected the Sorcerer's stone. Instead of punishing him, I think he deserves a reward." Flitwick interrupted with a cold tone which was unusual for his cheery tone. Harry guessed the reason why was because Flitwick almost died tonight, and he felt sort of grim over it.
Severus instantly went silent when he heard the cold tone in Flitwick's voice.
"Phillip is right Severus. Young Mr. Potter saved Flitwick's life and the Sorcerer's stone. If he didn't saved it, Voldemort (Some of the teachers flinched) would have the stone now. Mr. Potter, as the Headmaster of this school, I thank you for protecting the school and saving a teachers life." Here Dumbledore nodded his head at him.
"For breaking the school rules, 50 points from Gryffindor. Saving a teacher's life, 200 points to Gryffindor, and for saving the Sorcerer's stone, another 200 points to Gryffindor. You will receive Special Awards for Services to the School, thank you Mr. Potter for protecting the stone and saving your Professor's life. Everyone dismissed, however, Harry. Please remain."
Harry's parents made some protests, but Dumbledore gave them a look that said 'obey me or else.'
"Mr. Harry Potter. I was wondering, is their anything you wish to tell me?" Dumbledore asked curious. He didn't want to use Legimency because he knew Harry was good enough to know when someone would touch his mental shield, unless he really distracted.
Harry shook his head and doubled his mental defenses in case Dumbledore might try and pull something.
Dumbledore was looking at him expectantly, patiently waiting for an answer. "No sir." Harry said looking at Dumbledore.
"I see. Mr. Potter, the reason I call you here is that I wonder if you have any desire to skip any grades. You are quite smart… a rare prodigy… and I really want you to learn more instead of sitting back in class. I am willing to teach you myself if you desire." Dumbledore asked.
"Err… sorry Headmaster, I don't mean any disrespect, but I'll pass on the offer. I don't think I deserve any special treatment."
Dumbledore was shocked at the student in front of him rejected the offer of him to personally teach him. He was a little bit annoyed that the student said no. He was hoping the boy would say yes so he could keep an eye on him to make sure he wouldn't turn dark like Tom Riddle.
"I see. I understand. However, if you have any desire to accept my offer, you are welcome to come and accept it. The offer will always stand." Dumbledore said nodding his head.
Harry nodded. There was a moment of silence until Harry spoke. "What about the Sorcerer's stone?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore gave a grim look.
"I must talk to my friend Nicholas and see if it is possible we could destroy it. It is a dangerous artifact to have around, and I'm sure if it wasn't destroyed, then Voldemort would then go after it again." Dumbledore said gravely.
Harry knew that was a lie. Nicholas would never allow Dumbledore to destroy it. It was something for everyone to believe, but in secret, Nicholas gave Dumbledore a fake one all this time. Harry inwardly smirked, even Dumbledore never knew. Even if Dumbledore took the stone and destroyed, Nicholas was already had plans to make a new stone.
"Is that all you need of me Professor?" Harry asked. Dumbledore shook his head.
"I have one more thing to ask, I'm curious. Your wand… it's quite different then most. May I ask where did you get such a lovely design?"
Harry answered respectfully yet mysteriously.
"I got it at Ollivander's. It is one of his unique wands." Dumbledore nodded, yet he still had the curious look on his face.
Harry had no doubt Dumbledore was going to ask Ollivander about the wand.
Their was a awkward few minutes of silence until Harry finally got annoyed and said his goodbyes to the Headmaster and left while Dumbledore was stilling giving him the curious look.
Harry knew Dumbledore was on to him and was going to start watching him. He would probably try to craft him into a soldier for the Order if it was possible. Harry knew how Dumbledore played his games, as much as Harry loved the old man, the old man was just too manipulative for his tastes.
Having a 1st year that was that powerful enough to kill a Death Eater, Harry was sure it was going to catch many people's attention.
Dumbledore remained in his office thinking while sucking one of his famous lemon drops. Dumbledore was worried about a certain Potter. The times he managed to talk to Harry Potter, it felt like he was talking to someone much older than a mere eleven year old and was sometimes switching from being an adult to a child. He could also feel that Harry had great powers. Powers that he was sure Harry was suppressing as much as he claim to show. When Dumbledore had questioned Lily and James if they had trained their son before he went to Hogwarts and their reply was negative.
This worried him.
The boy was definitely a genius… a prodigy. He had to make sure the Potter wouldn't become a Dark Wizard and led astray to Tom Riddle. He was sure the Potter boy knew more then he showed unlike The-Boy-Who-Lived Neville Longbottom, who seemed to resent and hate Harry Potter.
Even though he hadn't showed much talent as a 1st year, he hoped Neville Longbottom would become very powerful wizard later in the future. He wasn't able to sense it yet, but he could probably guess the great potential in the boy. Indeed Neville would be showing more power than the average young wizard, but it was Harry's that astounded him. He just couldn't figure it out. Perhaps time will work out itself. All he had to do was be patient and soon all will be revealed.
Neville Longbottom would be a great ally in the future with Harry Potter as a partner if he changed his attitude now. From what he heard from his fellow staff, Neville Longbottom was a troublemaker and had average grades compared to Harry Potter who would just sit back and read advance books in public like it was nothing. He was damn sure Harry Potter was smarter then he showed. He was sure the boy was hiding his true power and talents. Harry Potter said he was ready for mid 4th year, blah, that was a lie, because Harry Potter made the mistake of leaving some of his advance books around that only those who attend Magical Universities would read only.
Nevertheless, he couldn't afford them both to Tom's cause. He knew he was going to have them two work together, if they were both friends, they would be a impressive dual that would seemed unstoppable, however, Neville seemed to be jealous of Harry Potter because he was no longer in the spot light. How could he be jealous when he was already The-Boy-Who-Lived? Wasn't that enough fame for him? Dumbledore was already a bit disappointed that Neville was raised to be a pompous prince and seemed to think he could get anything he want because of his title.
After some thought and future plans, Dumbledore knew Neville Longbottom wouldn't be led astray, however Harry Potter on the other hand, was a wild card. He wasn't sure how things would play out with Harry Potter. He would have to talk to James and Lily soon about their son.
When Harry reached downstairs, he saw who was waiting for him. His parents…
His mother immediately scolded him and started ranting on how he could have died and was going
to be in big trouble when summer started. After she was done ranting, she hugged him tightly and began to cry. However, Harry could see that his parents were proud of him. When his mother went to go talk to McGonagall to go catch up on some things, his father pulled him off to the side.
"Just so you know son, what I did in Dumbledore's office was all show. I'm proud of you for causing trouble, but… next time, don't endanger yourself." His father winked.
Harry laughed.
Always a prankster…
"While your mum is here talking to McGonagall, Sprout, and her old friend Sinistra, how about we go have some fun? Quidditch?"
Harry gave a shiver. From what he heard about his father, his father was damn good. His father would probably slaughter him.
"Err… I don't know dad, you're quite good from what I heard." Harry said meekly. His father laughed.
"Aww, come on son, these past few years I've been playing with your and brothers and sisters, I always go easy. You may not be in my league yet, or probably never will, but I'll still go easy on you." His father smirked on the last part.
Harry could easily tell his father was baiting him and it pissed him off in a fun way. His father mocked on his Quidditch skills.
No one had ever mocked his Quidditch skills… Except Malfoy… but he was a different story… Harry 'Hrmp!'
"You're on old man!" Harry declared.
His father laughed and rubbed his hand all over his son's messy hair.
"This old man is going to give you a spanking you'll never forget. Let's go then squirt."
Harry at that moment knew his father was really baiting him all this time and smirked. He wasn't sure if he could beat his father on a one on one Chaser game, but he knew he would have to at least try.
On the way to the Quidditch field, Harry realized his father was really famous and well known. Quidditch fans were looking at his father wide eyed and in awe. Some Gryffindor and Hufflepuff girls had the courage and nerve to approach him and his father asking for an autograph. Harry couldn't believe that they asked his father for his autograph. He was an Auror! Not a Quidditch player! When they reached the field, his father put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small broom and enlarged it. Harry smirked and pulled out his wand and summoned his broom from the
Quidditch Broom closet. "Accio Nimbus!"
When they both had their brooms ready, they began to play one on one Chaser. After five minutes of playing, Harry finally realized that his father was on a whole different league then him. Though Harry didn't know it, his father wasn't holding back until his father scored the first 5 shots; he was pulling out all the stops on his son. Harry angry as hell began to pull his all into the game to. However, Harry was still intercepted, rolled over, and was beaten badly. Harry had always prided himself because he was a master and perfect at everything, but his father excelled to far in Quidditch. Even playing at his best the score was 150-50. His father was a monster at Quidditch. When they hit the 200 line mark, the score was now 200-60. Harry had his head dejected while his father was smiling.
"You know kid… you're really great. I was really surprised. Compared to your first Quidditch match, you're really good. If you were playing Professional Quidditch, you would be a beginning Chaser in the league. However you are still growing, so I say by the end of your 5th year, you'll be a great Chaser, and the Quidditch League might recruit you early on." His father announced giving his son a proud look that was full of pride.
Harry smiled. Even though he lost, he felt like he won somehow. He may not be close with his father because his father loved pranks, but they had one thing in common.
Quidditch…
They father and son was interrupted by cheers and clapping. When they turned around, both groaned in misery. There was a huge crowd that was in the field clapping for them. The one leading the group or the one that was in front of the group was the wife of the Potter family: Lily. She was smiling at them and waving at them.
Harry couldn't help but give a grin and a wave back. Looking at his father, his father was blowing kisses and to Harry's horror, a Lockhart like posed.
Harry snapped out of his shock when his friends ran up and began to talk to him excited.
In other words, the Gryffindor Quidditch team…
"Wow Harry, you're dad was great! And those moves you pulled, damn, I'm half tempted to put you as Chaser!" Wood shouted in glee.
"Wood's right, you and your father was awesome! I can't believe you and your father was going at it in Quidditch! I think I can die happy seeing the great James Potter playing Quidditch again." Angelina said swooning.
"Harry! Totally awesome! Your father played just like one of them Professional Quidditch players in the league! Even better then them actually!" Alicia said with stars in her eyes.
"You got to teach me some of your Quidditch tactics Mr. Potter." Katie begged at his father with the puppy eyed look. Harry noticed in the crowd that most 6th and 7th year girls had heart shapes
in their eyes and were creating a puddle of drool at his father.
His father was having a tough time. He was trying to calm his son's fellow classmates down, but they were screaming and cheering like mad. Harry couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't stop laughing even when they left the crowd.
When his parents were about to floo back home, Harry and his father was having a small chat about the Quidditch match.
"Say dad, how is it that you're so famous in the Quidditch World? You didn't play Professional Quidditch did you?" Harry asked his father.
His father gave him a confused look.
"Of course I did, I played Professional Quidditch in my 7th Year and for two years after the downfall of Voldemort. Didn't I tell you this a long time ago?" His father asked confused.
Harry inwardly froze. Out of everything he read, he never read up on his family history in this dimension and the journal Harry had from this dimension never said anything about his father playing Professional Quidditch. He just thought everything was the same. Thinking of a quick excuse, Harry blurted out.
"No… what I meant to say was, that was a long time ago, how is it that you're still famous and with the ladies to? Mum won't like that, especially when the girls in the field were rubbing all over you. I think she saw it." Harry smirked at his father's pale face.
"Harry! What are you talking about! I never even noticed!" His father said shocked. "Just kidding dad… heh… heh." Harry laughed.
"Why you…" His father threatened playfully, however his mother interrupted them by entering the Headmaster's office.
"Okay James! I'm ready!" His mum announced.
"Sure honey. Harry, be good okay son?" His father said rubbing his black messy hair. His mother walked up to him and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the forehead.
"I don't want to hear Dumbledore sending another letter telling me you were in trouble understand young man? Be good and make sure you don't start any trouble with the Longbottom boy and Malfoy boy. Yes, I heard from McGonagall you don't get along with the Malfoy heir, and frankly, I don't want you to be getting into fights with either them. Understand young man?" His mother said sternly.
Harry sweat dropped and began to nod his head furiously when he saw his mother's stern gazed.
"Good." His mother said losing her stern look and gave him another warm embraced and kissed him on both the cheeks.
"Bye sweetie. Hope you did well on the exams."
That said, his mum went to use the Floo to go home. His father patted him on the shoulder and whispered quietly so that only Harry could hear.
"It'll be nice if you would pull a prank at the end of the school year feast." His father whispered. "James! Don't encourage him!" His mother screeched.
His father winced thinking he thought he had whispered quietly enough, however his mother always had super hearing.
"Don't worry dad, I'll make you proud." Harry whispered back playfully. His mother immediately shouted.
"Harry!"
Harry and his father began to laugh much to the stern piercing gaze that his mother sent them.
The next few days at Hogwarts, Harry revealed to Hermione, Ron, and Padma on what happened about the Sorcerer's stone. They were quite shock and angry that he went alone, but Hermione and Padma was mad at him mostly. They were quite angry that he didn't ask them to come along, but Harry told the two that he couldn't go up the girl stairs to contact them. Which was a lie, as a Gryffindor heir, he could. Ron just gave him a pat on the back and said if all those things happened, then he was lucky he didn't go. He didn't want to face 10 feet size murderous Chess pieces, a Death Eater, or a troll for that matter, though he did asked Harry if his father would try and tutor him in flying in Quidditch.
Rumors were flying around at what happened between the Sorcerer's stone and the Quidditch one- on-one that Harry performed against his father. The theories about the Sorcerer's stone came out with the most ridiculous theories and stories that Harry didn't think was possible. Of course Harry gave a faked depressed mood when he told his friends that he killed someone. He had to play the guilty and sad part. If he just acted like nothing happened, he knew his friends would be scared knowing he could kill without hesitation and without a worry. Neville was of course watching Harry from afar with a jealous and look full of hatred. Malfoy was at his worst, he wasn't throwing any insults, but he was making mocking a snide comments about Harry acting like he was a hot shot. Of course Harry ignored them, he had stopped interfering with what Malfoy and Neville was doing because he knew if he kept doing what he was doing, they would gladly hate him and become worst enemies. Malfoy was a no problem enemy, but Neville… he had the reputation of being the sole survivor of the killing curse, that reputation could be trouble for him. So Harry fulfilled his promise to his mother and just ignored them completely even though he already was ignoring them since the end of Christmas.
Professor Flitwick who was always the cheerful teacher was extra nice every time Harry entered the Charms classroom or when he saw him passing by.
At the end of term, Harry and his Gryffindor team were having their last Quidditch match for the
season. Ravenclaw…
It was quite a hard match. Harry was curious why Cho wasn't seeker until he found out she didn't become seeker until her 3rd year, Harry's 2nd year.
"Welcome everyone to the last game of the Season! Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw! The Finals! Will Gryffindor bring the Quidditch Cup home? Or will Ravenclaw win and be able to score more then 460 points to win the Quidditch Cup?" Lee announced to the crowd. Lee Jordan didn't insult or messed with Ravenclaw, they weren't like Slytherins, so he said their names like he would with Gryffindor.
"Now! Introducing the Ravenclaws! Chaser and Captain Morgue Ivan! Roger Davies Chaser! Saxton Newton Chaser! Alex William Beater! Joe Jackson Beater! Ken Alistair Keeper! And Seeker Fllay Alistair! Let's give a warm welcome to the Ravenclaw Team!"
The Ravenclaws cheered and roared in the crows with Slytherin behind them. There was a few polite clapping from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Slytherin only clapped for Ravenclaw didn't want to show support to Gryffindor.
"Introducing the Gryffindor! Katie Bell Chaser! Angelina Johnson Chaser! Alicia Spinnet Chaser! Fred Weasley Beater! George Weasley Beater! Captain Oliver Wood and Keeper! And our great and famous hero who defeated Quirrell, Harry Potter! Let's give a cheer to Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs cheered! Some Ravenclaws and a very few Slytherin's clapped, those who were friends with Harry that is.
"Captains, shake hands." Madame Hooch ordered. As the two captains shake hands, Harry noticed Oliver had his jaw clinched and wasn't smiling while the Ravenclaw Captain Morgue Ivan gave Oliver a nervous smile from Oliver's hard look. Harry knew when it came to Quidditch, don't mess with Oliver Wood.
Madame Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew it hard. The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upward.
Harry immediately fled upward and began his search for the snitch. Wood advised him finish the game just as quickly as he did with Hufflepuff.
Flashback
"Harry, concentrate your all on the snitch. Don't worry about breaking plays and helping us. We'll handle them."
Harry nodded.
End of Flashback
After several minutes of searching and dodging, Harry stopped flying and took a look around. He immediately noticed that Gryffindor was ahead by 60-50. Ravenclaw prepared well. They had been
throwing Bludgers at Harry and the Chaser's nonstop, but Harry knew the Beaters were getting tired. Harry kept his eye on the Ravenclaw Seeker Fllay Alistair. She was the only girl in the team, like Cho. Harry hadn't made a single feint throughout the whole game yet, and he decided to do one now. With a fake sudden concentration, Harry immediately dived toward the Ravenclaw post. Immediately Fllay was on his tail. She had the 2nd the fastest broom next to the Nimbus 2000… a Comet 300.
Seeing that she was coming up, suddenly she backed down.
Had she seen through his feint? But before he knew it, he saw a Bludger coming at him. Harry immediately performed a sloth grip roll on his broom and continued, however another Bludger came at him, and Harry was forced to veer off to the another path. Harry gritted his teeth. They weren't playing around.
Harry saw at the corner of his eye that the Weasley twins gave a glare at the enemy Beaters and hit the Bludgers back.
One missed…
The other one connected with the Beater's broom. He fell off his broom and hit the ground. It wasn't far. He was only 6 feet away from the ground. Harry took a glance at the enemy Seeker, she was alert and looking for the Snitch furiously at where she thought Harry was heading.
Harry decided to play game…
He immediately flew toward the opposite side of the field as fast as his Nimbus could take him. Suddenly, he saw Roger Davies, one of the enemy Chasers planning to ram him.
Were they trying to play like Slytherins? Getting angry, Harry curved his broom and went straight to the offending Chaser who was planning to ram him. The crowd didn't need Lee to tell them that Roger was planning to ram Harry off his broom.
Seeing Harry's determined and scary face, he tried to veer off, but Harry ram right past him and kicked his broom, causing Davies to fly off his broom and hit the ground hard.
Ravenclaw was immediately given a free shot, however Roger missed because he was still dizzy from the impact and angry at Harry. Harry knew he had to find the snitch quick! The Ravenclaw Beaters and if possible, the Chasers were aiming for him like crazy. They actually managed to hit him on the shoulder and on his leg twice! Angered, Harry decided to play dirty. He flew straight toward Fred who looked frightened at Harry who took his bat. Seeing no Bludgers but the Quaffle, nearby, Harry flew fast and slammed the bat against the Quaffle hitting a nearby Ravenclaw Chaser who flew off his broom and incidentally hit the Ravenclaw Seeker (Impossible… I know… it's just for extend more information on the Quidditch match) who wasn't looking, causing both of them to fall. Harry threw a deadly glare and threw the bat back to Fred who gave Harry a mixture of awe and surprise. Harry didn't bother looking at what was going on he immediately went back to looking for the snitch.
Another penalty to Ravenclaw was given.
The score was now 100-120. Ravenclaw leading…. Harry couldn't believe Ravenclaw was leading, compared to the Gryffindor team, they were way better.
Harry flew to the top of the field and observed his surroundings. For a moment, he saw a flash of gold, and then he zoomed. He stopped when he noticed it was someone's watch that tricked him. Frustrated, Harry flew back to the top of the field to look again.
The Ravenclaw Chaser's had left him alone, however the Beaters kept annoying him. Suddenly Harry saw the Ravenclaw Seeker dived. Without a single thought, Harry followed.
For some reason, his instincts told him it was feint, breaking off, Harry turned his broom around. However, he didn't see when both the enemy Beaters slammed two bludgers at him. George managed to hit one away, but the other one hit Harry on his shoulder where he was hit twice already.
Harry winced and heard a nasty small crack.
His arm was dislocated. Harry gritted his teeth and continued to play while Gryffindor was given a free shot from the foul.
Wood flew by him and hollered.
"Harry! You okay? Your arm isn't broken is it?" Harry gritted his teeth and waved him off.
Wood nodded worriedly and took off, but he signaled to Fred and George who gave a growl and began to slam the Bludgers with so much power that the enemy Chasers and Beaters could barely avoid them.
The score was now 160-190.
Harry gritted his teeth and began to focus his magic onto his dislocated shoulder. It immediately began to heal at a accelerate rate that was impossible for normal humans.
Several minutes later, Harry saw a golden glint reflected from the sun. Without another thought, Harry took off as fast as his broom could take him. Harry didn't had to turn back to see the Ravenclaw Seeker Fllay Alistair was behind him. The space between the two Seekers was slowly rising as Harry continued to increase his speed. Harry shook his head angrily when he saw the snitch taking a sharp right. Harry pushed his broom hard to curve right. His broom protested, but Harry kept pushing. He wished he had his Firebolt; the Nimbus was like crap to a Firebolt. Looking down, Harry noticed that they were at average height from the ground. Taking his chances, Harry jumped off his broom amongst the awe of the crowd and snatched the flying snitch. Fllay Alistair was looking at Harry wide eyes at jumping off his broom at around 20 feet in the air and grabbing the snitch. While falling, Harry turned his back toward the ground while his face looked up the sky.
When he slapped onto the ground, Harry felt his whole back began to ache in pain while his shoulder which was trying to heal began to hurt more. With his other hand, Harry raised the snitch so that they could see.
"YES! Gryffindor Wins! 320-220! Yes! Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup! Let me hear the Gryffindors roar!"
And the Gryffindors roared.
Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup brought tears to McGonagall and a sobbing Wood.
Later that night, Harry was to remain in the Hospital Wing while Madame Pomfrey gave him a check up while everyone in Gryffindor partied. The next few days in Gryffindor everyone was still partying. Even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw partied. Ravenclaw didn't care that they lost as long as Slytherin doesn't win the Quidditch Cup.
Of course Harry's family wrote a letter to him telling him they were quite proud of him for winning the Quidditch Cup.
When the end of the school feast came, Gryffindor won the House cup and Harry was tempted to pull a prank just for laughs and to make his old man proud. Even though Neville and his friends lost so many points for picking on students and sneaking out late at night, Gryffindor was still in lead of the House Cup. The Gryffindors cheered. They had won both the Quidditch and House Cup. From what Harry understood, the first time in 20 Years they had actually won both the House cup and Quidditch Cup.
Of course, Harry and his friends finally received their final exam scores. Harry had received full marks on all of his tests. Including History of Magic, which was the only subject he had to study, everything else he knew. Harry was ranked top of the class with Hermione who was behind him by a small margin. Padma was a few people behind Hermione in class rank and Ron amazingly was behind Padma by a few also. He was one of the top 10 of their class with high grades out of the 60 first years. This shocked the crap out of his twin brothers Fred and George who teased him about the next Percy Weasley. Percy however was quite proud of him.
And now, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Under-Aged Magic notes were handed out to all students, they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters where the Weasley's and his entire family were waiting for him.
"Come on Harry, you got to come and stay over this summer. With you, Hermione and Padma, we'll have some great fun!" Ron demanded.
Harry nodded of course. He couldn't wait and see the Burrow again. It would be fun. Hermione said she was of course going to go if Harry and Padma were going to go. Padma said she had checked it up with her parents. Who were of course chatting with the Potters and Weasley's at the moment.
"Sure, but let me check with my parents. I'll send you an owl on that offer." Padma said shyly looking at Harry.
Harry of course was obvious of the shy and affectionate tone. Padma was slowly coming out of her
shy shell and was turning into a talkative Hermione. She wasn't strict like Hermione, but she was like Hermione in every way so far. Harry of course, preyed Hermione wouldn't be like his Hermione in his old dimension when it came to House Elf Rights.
They chat was interrupted when Harry felt a tug in his hand. Looking down he saw his cute little adorable sister.
"Harry!" She giggled.
Harry smiled and lifted her up his arms.
"How's my adorable cute sister?" Harry cooed at her. She giggled and kissed him on the nose.
"I'm doing fine." She said shyly.
Hermione and Padma immediately made 'Awws' and Ron just rolled his eyes at Harry who wasn't acting manly.
"Let me introduce you to my friends Lily. This is Hermione, Ron, and I'm sure you remember Padma. Everyone, this is my little sister Lily." Harry said hugging his red haired sister.
Little Lily gave a shy wave and spoke.
"Hi Hermy! Ronny! Paddy!" She giggled shyly and bowed when Harry put her back on the ground.
Harry saw Hermione's eye twitch at the nickname and Padma who just giggled at the cute adorable little girl.
"Has Harry been a great brother to you?" Hermione asked the adorable little girl much to Harry's amusement. He knew what Little Lily was going to say. She was probably going to say the same thing she said to Padma.
Little Lily giggle and got back into her brothers arms kissed him on the cheek.
"He's the greatest brother in the whole world! I love him to bits! I want to marry my big brother when I grow up! He would always play with me when no one else would and would sneak me off candy when mommy and daddy weren't looking and… and…" Little Lily giggled at the embarrassed Harry Potter who tried to look away hiding his red tinted cheeks. Who the hell told that little girl about marriage anyway?
Of course, luck wasn't on his side today, and his mum heard from the background. "Harry Potter! You were the one who snuck her candy all this time!"
Harry immediately panicked. Thankfully his other baby sister saved him.
"Mum! I'm hungry!" Sylvia declared interrupting the up coming scolding with her loud rumbling stomach that sounded kind of like Ron's.
Of course everyone who heard laughed at that moment. Sylvia sounded just like Ron.
While everyone was finishing up their chats and jokes, at the corner of Harry's eye, Harry caught Ginny looking at him with a blush on her cheeks. Harry glanced at her and winked.
Ginny, caught red handed, turned as red as her hair and hid behind her brother Percy who was still in his robes wearing his Prefects badge and showing it off.
Harry smiled at the cute red haired girl. Thinking about Neville and his title 'The Boy Who Lived,' Harry knew he was going to have to work hard to win her heart.
Harry and his family began to say all their goodbyes to the Weasleys, Patils, and strangely, plenty of Gryffindors and his 1st year Classmates who said goodbye. He thought in his dimension the only reason why the upper classmen Gryffindors and other people would even wave to him in the first place was because he was The-Boy-Who-Lived. Then again, he might have made better friends then he thought.
Little did Harry Potter know… that he was already making himself a reputation that would rival Neville Longbottom in this dimension…
