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Chapter Seven
Getting to know me
"What's your favorite color?" Peter asked Harry. They were all seated at the round table in the little dining room that the Marauders made themselves. All the Marauders had gathered around Harry to ask him thousands of questions about himself while they ate lunch.
"Red."
"What's your faviorte quiddicth team?" James asked.
"The Chuddley Cannons."
"What is your favorite food?"
"Ice Cream Sundae."
"What is your favorite thing to do on weekends?"
"Quidditch or riding on my broom." James and Sirius smirked at this.
"What is your favorite subject in school?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts." This time Remus smiled.
"Who is someone you look up to?"
"Hmm … that's a hard one … in the begging I looked up to Albus Dumbledor I think I still do, it'll probably Dumbledor." There was a hint of disappointment in James eyes, but he quickly hid it.
"What is your favorite holiday?"
Harry had to think about that. He didn't like the summers because he had to spend it with the Dursley's, he didn't really like Christmas, and he didn't really have anybody to spend the Christmas holidays with besides his friends. He supposed the Christmas with Sirius wasn't too bad, if it weren't the fact the Sirius was miserable at Grimmulaud Place. The only holiday he was truly happy with I guess was, "Halloween." The Marauders looked at him questionably, but didn't reply.
"Who is your favorite actress/actor?"
" . . . somebody you obviously wouldn't know." The Marauders rolled their eyes at this.
"What is a good movie you have seen lately?"
"Something you wouldn't know about, but just in case you want to go see it in the near future, 'Crash', it's a very good movie."
"What is a good book you have read lately?"
"Hmm . . .I don't particularly like reading, but I guess it would be 'Quidditch through the ages' which is not out yet." James and Sirius eyes lit up at this.
"What is the most important thing you learned in school?"
"I don't know, magic? Defense lessons? The secret passages." All four Marauders smirked.
"How many people are in your family?"
Harry knew this was a trick question and he wasn't about to answer anything about his family affair with Peter there. "You'll see." Harry replied.
"Do you have any pets?"
"Yes, I have an owl named Hedwig."
"What is your favorite animal?"
"An owl and a dog I suppose." Sirius just grinned at Harry.
"What is one fun thing you did in your favorite summer?"
"Hmm . . . that would be when my friends toke me over to their house for the rest of the summer in a flying Angelia ford car. It was amazing, they did it in the night, so that no muggles would see us." Harry said as he looked at the Marauders in amusement as he looked at their shocked faces.
"Bloody wicked!" Sirius and James exclaimed.
"That's pretty dangerous." Remus replied.
"What's dangerous about it?" Sirius asked.
"Yea?" Peter implied.
"Thousands of things! He could have got explosion for doing unauthorized magic in front of muggles!" Remus exclaimed.
"He didn't do it in front of muggles! It was night!" James said defending Harry.
"That's still no excuse, he could have brought suspicion to the muggles about magic." Remus inquired.
"You are to 'Prefect' for my taste, Moony, nothing happened to Harry obviously, so chill out would you?" Sirius replied eating more sandwiches as Remus looked annoyed.
This moment of Sirius the way that he is now brought memories back to Harry's head.
Flash Back:
"I expect you're tired of hearing this…but you look so like your father. Except your eyes, You have—"
"My mother's eyes."
"It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily, and you so little. But know this: The one's that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them…in here."
His heart ached at the loss of someone so close to him.
Someone that had become a parent to him.
He had managed to fill the gap left in his heart from the deaths of his true parents. In the two years that he was able to spend with him, he was able to understand the true love that a parent bestows upon their child. He knew what it meant to love someone unconditionally, and to have that love returned. Even now, he could feel his heart swell with the magnitude of his emotions.
This was really paining Harry in the inside, but he had to keep his act up for eight more days until the spell wears off and he'll leave and go back to his misery.
"Harry, how would you deal with if someone you truly love and cared about died?" Remus whispered to him, as the room got quiet. Remus had noticed the look of pain of a lost one on Harry's face when the others were arguing about breaking the wizard law on flying a car.
" I don't really know how to answer that. I guess I would cope with it." Harry replied shrugging his shoulders.
"You wouldn't find a way to get past it?" Remus asked him as the Marauders looked questionably at Remus, why was he asking these things?
Harry just smiled at Remus remembering something.
"The one's that love us never really leave us. I guess I would find a way to understand that meaning of those words that were given to me and try to live through it." Harry replied.
"So . . . you lost someone you cared about?" Peter asked him.
"Did I say that? I don't remember doing so." Harry replied acting casual.
"But!-" Peter was about to argue back.
"Shut up Peter." Sirius replied as another awkward silence hit the atmosphere.
Harry smiled in realization. Regardless of prophecies, Voldemort, or Death Eaters, he would always remember those words. When the time would come for the final battle, he would stand tall and proud. He would face whatever is thrown at him. He would make the choice between 'what is right and what is easy'. And when was all was done, even if he fell himself, he would not go alone. He would take Voldemort with him, kicking and screaming if need be.
The Marauders had left him that night to discuss things among themselves leaving Harry in the shrieking shack but promised to come back as soon as they could, for a midnight snack for him. Remus thought it was very irresponsible to leave Harry there by himself, but the Marauders exclaimed that they would look suspicious if they weren't in their dorm rooms and plus James wanted to see Lily.
Around 11: 30, there was a flash of flame at the dinning table where Harry had fell asleep at and Harry sat up at once in astonishment. On the table before him lay what looked like a letter in an envelope of heave parchment and a bright scarlet and golden feather.
Harry blinked in surprise and automatically reached out for the letter. He examined the front of it. 'Harry Potter' it was clearly addressed in familiar handwriting. Very familiar.
Intrigued, Harry slit open the packet, pulled out a folded sheet of parchment and began to read…
'Dear Harry,
This letter has been stored at Hogwarts under Fawkes' protection on conditional time delivery. You never deserved the treatment you received at your relatives hands and I wish I had known more of what was going on there. You ought to have had a childhood filled with happiness and love and fun, but you didn't, and you still emerged from it a wonderful young man. You should never have had to carry these burdens Harry. I truthfully wish it did not have to be so, but fate has dictated our destinies ahead of time.
Time. Am sure Albus once told you that terrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time. Who meddle with time for their own gain. Time is not something to be played with, but in certain circumstances it is a wonderful gift. That said, time is a tricky and confusing thing. You cannot attempt to change events at any moment in time. It could have disastrous effects on the future, as you know it.
Still, I had to give you this because I still remember the day when you appeared before me and the rest of the Marauders when we were making our diary, yes diary. I hope this helps you in the long run my cub, my best wishes to you.
Remus J. Lupin
At Midnight, the Marauders were true to their words and came back to Harry with piles of normal food, not junk food that is. Roast, baked potatoes, chicken, and bread. The Marauders had a very big smile upon their faces as they talked to Harry about what they had been up to after they left.
'BlacKnight' My nickname means strength, courage, and loyalty.' Harry mused over this as the whole gang finally came up with a good name for him. He liked it. He really did. I mean it wasn't too far-fetched. All those things were the true signs of a Gryffindor right? And his Animagous forms were quite the unusual batch. The Golden Swan though, was another thing by itself.
He had Remus to thank for that name.
He really did.
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