Disclaimer: I don't own many things. Harry Potter being one of them. Another thing I don't own is a Mercedes.
Ollivander's
Harry and company spent the next two days planning and packing. They would need supplies for one week in Australia, a day at Grimmauld Place, and then another week in the United States.
Harry spend a few hours every night talking or just listening to George. Harry did this mostly to help out George, but after the first night he realized that the time the two of them spent together was helping him a lot to get over the pain and anger of losing so many people. It seemed, to everyone else, to be helping George also, but Harry knew the truth. He knew that George was not coping well. He had lost the one person who could have gotten him though his depression. Not having Fred to talk to was taking its toll on George. He was spending his nights on the sofa which left him stiff and sore. He was filling many muggle notebooks which he tried to hide in a box under his bed. He was constantly checking on them to make sure no one had found them. He was getting very few hours of sleep at night and the sleep he did get were either restless, nightmare filled ones or brought on by his mother slipping him a sleeping draught in his evening tea. The morning after his mother did that to him the first time he was furious and stormed away from home in his night clothes for several hours. When he finally came home, he refused to speak to his mother for another few hours. People were walking on eggshells around him which caused him to erupt into a temper seemingly out of nowhere. The tempers he was having was shocking everyone who knew him, for George was never the kind of person to yell and hurt others. He was the one who would calm Fred down and start a new plan to prank the person who was responsible for Fred's temper. Now that Fred wasn't there to calm George down, he didn't know what to do.
That's where Harry came in. Harry was the only person George felt comfortable talking too about his feelings because, as he told Harry, he was the only person George knew that had suffered through so much loss. Harry figured that since George felt comfortable talking to him, he'd be there for his friend.
It was the night before they were leaving and George was again sitting on the sofa writing in his notebook. Harry had come down with his own notebook and was writing about Remus. He was planning on giving Teddy his notebooks when the child was ready to learn about his father. Harry was chuckling about his memory of Remus and Tonks' first real public display of affection when George looked up.
"What are you writing about, if you don't mind me asking." Harry looked up with a ghost of a smile on his face.
"Remus' reaction to Tonks snogging him after Dumbledore's funeral. I plan on giving this notebook to Teddy when he's old enough. I'm filling it with stories about Remus and some about Tonks. It's helping me a lot, and I hope it helps Teddy when he's older." George nodded.
"Yeah, I remember that. Didn't he turn redder than any Weasley red and back away with his hands raised in the air, gaping like a fish? Tonks laughed at him so hard." George chuckled a little while Harry smiled.
"Harry, I just remembered that I haven't given you the box of stuff from Remus. It's at the shop right now. We could go really quick and get it if you want. It'll give you a chance to look through it before you go." Harry glanced over his shoulder and stood up.
"Ok, but lets leave a note. George ran upstairs to grab his keys to the shop while Harry scribbled a note.
"What did you write?"
"Dear Mrs. Weasley, George and I went to the shop quickly to pick up something Remus left for me. We'll be back in a bit. Harry. Sound ok?" Harry put the note on the kitchen table and followed George outside. They walk a safe distance so that no one inside would hear the pops of disapparation.
"Yeah, ok, let's go. Apparate to the back room in between shelves two and three. It's our emergency safe spot. See ya there." George disappeared and Harry followed after a brief thought of the layout of the back room he remembered. They arrived safely and walked out into the store front.
"I left it upstairs in the flat. Have you ever been up there?" George asked conversationally as he showed Harry the way to the stairwell leading up stairs.
"Nope." Harry followed George through the empty dark store which at night lacked it's crazy, colorful appearance and looked quite creepy. Harry found himself walking very quietly as if he didn't want to wake anyone. They wandered up the stairs and George opened a door to a living room. He muttered Lumos and the lights came on. What Harry saw surprised him. Everything was decorated in soft neutral colors with an accent of red. The walls were a creamy beige, and had numerous pictures and paintings on the walls, all of which were framed in mock gold plated frames. The furniture consisted of a long sofa, a shorter loveseat and two matching chairs all of which were cream colored with red and gold pillows for accents. There was a red and gold oriental rug in the middle of the room with a glass coffee table in between the sofas. Overall the room was very Gryffindor, but the colors were very subtle. It was not a room Harry would have pictured Fred and George to have decorated. Especially after living in their room at the Burrow the summer after his fifth year. George noticed that Harry had stopped and looked around.
"What's wrong?" he asked Harry.
"Huh? Oh, just admiring the décor. You and Fred decorated this?" Harry was still looking around and saw that in the corner was a large bookcase filled with interesting books and more muggle notebooks. Harry noticed a large book on Magical Patent laws, and one about The Art of Pranking Your Loved Ones. George looked around and smiled.
"No, actually Angelina and Alicia came over one day and saw the mess and insisted on staying up here for the day while we ran the shop and decorate the place. Although, Fred and I were both really impressed with how it turned out. The colors are nice and we liked the subtle Gryffindor feel to it. But we had reign over our own rooms. Come see." George led Harry down a hallway towards a couple closed doors. He pointed out the bathroom which was decorated in a simple Nautical theme. He walked up to a door which had a giant purple 'G' painted on it like muggle graffiti.
"This is my room," he said as he opened the door with a flourish. Harry's jaw dropped. It was the coolest room he had ever seen. The walls were colored a deep blue and were covered in what looked like muggle graffiti. The words WWW, George Weasley, Gryffindor, Dumbledore's Army, and several other phrases were graffitied all over the walls in black and silver and red and gold. The ceiling was painted gold and had splatters of Red paint covering areas. While the walls were painted very elaborately the rest of the room was quite plain. A twin sized bed in the corner matched the color of the walls with pillows the colors of the ceiling. A small desk was overloaded with parchment, broken quills, and inkwells. A medium sized bookshelf was next to the desk filled with books and photo albums. There was a dresser in one corner and a chair covered in dirty clothes in another corner. An end table sat next to the bed with an alarm clock and candle on it. A shelf on the wall held several sentimental items and a broomstick on it.
George stood up on the bed and reached to the shelf and pulled down a small wooden owl statue. He jumped off the bed and handed it to Harry.
"Come on I'll show you Fred's room before we go." Harry looked to the owl in his hand and then at George.
"Er, George? What is this?" George looked at him and smirked.
"It's your box. Come on, I don't want mum to wake up and worry." George stood aside and led Harry out of his room and shut the door behind him. They both looked to the door across from George's. It had a large purple 'F' painted on it. George took a deep breath before reaching his hand forward to the knob. He pushed the door open and Harry gasped. Neon colors assaulted Harry's eyes. The walls were each painted black with a different neon color splattered across it. Green, pink, orange, and yellow were the main colors in the room. All the furniture was painted a pearly black. The bed had a black comforter on it with neon frogs and peace signs stitched into it. A dark light-bulb hung from a place in the center of the ceiling and was on, making all the neon colors even brighter. On the black painted ceiling were stars and swirls. Muggle black light posters hung around the room. Also in the room, were furniture identical to George's. Even down to the dirty laundry on the chair. Harry changed his mind, this was the coolest room he had ever seen. Harry gaped and stared around him. George smiled at his reaction but stayed in the hallway. After Harry had his fill of the bright colors he walked back into the hallway and George muttered the counter spell to turn off the lights and shut the door.
"Fred had seen a black light and the effect it had on neon colors in a muggle club we once went too. He decided on that décor because he thought it was so cool. The only problem he had was finding the right light. We had Alicia Spinnet help us in London search the muggle stores for one, since she's half-blood." George and Harry made it to the living room and sat down. "Well, that owl thing is your box. We transfigured it to look the way it does and hid it on the shelf in there to keep it safe. Remus said it was a bunch of diaries made my him and his friends in school, more photo albums, a few trinkets he'd saved, and a bunch of legal paper that you need to keep. George stood up and walked to the door. "Come on, we should get back home before mum wakes up and rushed over here to see if we're alright."
They left and apperated back to the Burrow. George went to the sofa and Harry joined him in the room but sat in Mr. Weasley's chair. Harry un-transfigured the wooden owl back into the box and took a deep breath before opening it. He looked at it and decided it was more like a small chest than just a box. It was a handsome Maple and Black Walnut hope chest with a sturdy bronze unlocked key latch. He marveled at the beauty of it before slowly opening it. Inside were a dozen books, a pile of papers bound by a ribbon, four medium to large photo albums, and three smaller boxes. Harry pulled out the stack of paper and saw that they were mostly legal documents and he decided to look through them at a different time. He looked at the new treasures and decided to open the smaller of the two boxes first, since good things come in small packages. He pulled the smallest box out and sat back in the chair.
It was a small, cheap unfinished wooden box with a flimsy brass clasp. He opened it and a piece of paper fell out from on top of a small golden snitch. Harry's eyes widened as he realized what snitch he was holding. George heard Harry's gasp and looked up to see Harry reading a scrap of paper and holding a small golden ball.
"What's that?" George asked. Harry finished reading and looked up with excitement in his eyes.
"It's my dad's practice snitch. I saw him using it in a memory I saw once. He left a note with it." Harry looked down at the paper and back at George. "It says: Harry, I used this in school to work on making my reflexes faster. It helped on the pitch and in dueling. Today is your eleventh birthday, and I am giving it to you in hopes that you make the team and use this snitch to better your game. Love, dad." Harry was in awe that he was holding something that belonged to his dad. George was staring at Harry with a smile.
"I wonder why he planned on putting it away until your eleventh birthday. But hey that's cool that you have that now." Harry smiled and George went back to his notebook. Harry re-read the note a fourth time and folded it carefully and placing them both into the box and set it aside. If everything in this chest were this good he didn't want to linger over one thing. He looked into the chest and pulled out the largest box and placed it on his lap. It was a woman's jewelry box he could tell that much. It was a black lacquered box and on top was an enameled white lily. He admired the beauty of the box for several seconds before opening it to find yet another letter and several pieces of jewelry. He opened the letter and began to read.
My darling child. Harry, I love you so much. I'm sitting here writing this while I watch you sleep. You snore so softly it's barely noticeable. That is until, you snort and roll over, and then I have to keep myself from laughing out loud and waking you. I'm writing this because we are going into hiding tomorrow. Your father and I don't know the outcome of this stupid war or if we'll live through it, but we have heard the prophecy. We both have fought Voldemort several times now and survived, but if the prophecy is true then we might not be here much longer. I just want you to know, if we don't make it, that we love you so very much. You are mine and your father's life. We would do anything to protect you, to keep you alive.
In this box is my engagement ring from your father. It was such a romantic night when he proposed. We were sitting at the edge of the lake in Godrics Hollow watching a meteor shower. He pointed to a particularly large meteor and asked me to shut my eyes and make a wish. I did and when I opened them, I got my wish. He was kneeling in front of me with a little black box and inside was this ring. It's a silver band with a bright emerald at the center with two smaller diamonds on each side. It has a few Celtic swirls on the outside of each diamond and an engraving on the inside. Notre amour à jamais. Our Love Forever. I still remember to this day what he said to me. "Lils, I know that, you know, you hated me for almost six years. But, I love you so much that I would do anything for you to be my wife. Lily Evans, will you marry this undeserving marauder?" I laughed and told him with out a doubt I loved him and yes, I would suffer through the silly marauder to marry him. I'm not sure if anyone has told you this, because I figure that if you are reading this letter, that I'm not there to tell you myself. James and I were married six months to the day after he proposed. It was a small wedding with mine and his family and several of our closest friends on 1 May, 1979.
Our wedding bands were simple designs. Silver, with a heart shaped emerald surrounded by two smaller diamonds for me, and a silver band with a small inset emerald for James. You'll find them in this box also.
The other pieces of jewelry in my box are a necklace I got from James on our one year anniversary. It's the one that has a small heart with your birthstone, a ruby. The other necklace is an Evans family heirloom handed down to the youngest child of each family. It belonged to my mother and her mother before her and so on for a dozen generations. It looks like a large purple tear drop. The stone is called Amethyst. My family were muggles for many generations but the myth surrounding this type of stone is that it has healing properties and helps with the third eye. I don't believe the thing about the third eye, but the healing properties I do believe, because I wore it during my pregnancy with you when my morning sickness got bad, and when I put it on the sickness diminished.
The last piece of jewelry is a bracelet I got from a dear childhood friend. You may or may not know him now, but his name was Severus Snape. We had a falling out in our fifth year, but he and I were the closest friends for many years. He gave me this bracelet for Christmas in our fifth year. Later that year we had a horrible argument and never really spoke much afterwards. He was choosing a lifestyle that was something I did not agree with at all, and he couldn't understand why I disagreed with him. I forever wished that he would change and come back to being friends again, but I fear that he may never change his dark ways, and for that I am sad for him. But I always kept his bracelet and wore it often.
I want you to know Harry, that I love you. I hope that I will be there for you always to tell you myself, but there's a feeling deep within my soul that I'm not going to be around much longer. It's a scary feeling and I hope it's one you do not feel until you're old and wrinkled. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I will always be there for you and watching over you, even if I can't be there in physical body. Take care of yourself Harry, darling. I love you so much. I have to stop writing now, you woke up from your nap and are very hungry and need a new nappy.
I love you.
Love, Mum.
Harry was crying. So many things he had always wondered had been answered by his own mother's letter to him. He re-read the letter a few more times before he realized that George was watching him sleepily.
"Good letter?" George asked quietly.
"The best," whispered Harry with a sad smile. He cleared his throat and wiped his eyes before saying, "I'll go upstairs and let you sleep now. Night." George wished him good night and laid down. Harry turned out the lights after he packed up the chest and left. On the way up the stairs he contemplated waking up Ginny and showing her the find, but thought better of it as he was nearly sleep-walking himself. He climbed to the top level and slowly opened the door and crept in. He set the box on top of his trunk he had rescued from Privet Drive three days before and crawled into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow, his dreams filled with letters, snitches, and jewelry.
Harry woke early the next morning, after only getting a few hours of sleep, by a harried Hermione.
"Ron, Harry, get up. Mrs. Weasley has breakfast cooking. We need to be ready for the portkey tonight. Harry, where did that chest come from." Harry sat up quickly and saw the box and memories from the night before assailed him.
"Oh, that's the box that Remus left in Fred and George's care for me. Look what's inside." Harry pulled it open and pulled out the small box with the snitch. He had told the two of them about the memory of his dad and the snitch. He opened the box and Ron gasped.
"Is that…your dad's snitch?" Ron asked. Harry nodded and handed them the note. They read it quickly and with wide eyes. They looked up at Harry.
"Harry, when did George give this too you? Why didn't you tell us about it?" Hermione was looking towards the books in the chest that Harry had yet to look at.
"George remembered it last night and we went to his flat quick and got it. I sat downstairs last night for an hour or two with him and opened a few things. That box there is my mum's jewelry box. That stack of paper just looked like legal documents so I skipped them for now. I haven't looked at anything else yet, though." Harry replaced the snitch and closed the chest, ignoring Hermione's wistful glance at the books. He wanted to go through them before he let anyone else. Hermione went downstairs to let the guys get dressed.
The boys arrived downstairs to the smell of a huge breakfast laid out, it included all their favorites. Ron sat down next to Hermione and planted a quick kiss on her cheek before heaping food onto his plate. Harry circled the table and sat next to Ginny and also gave her a kiss. Although he did not heap as much food as Ron, he did eat his share. After breakfast, Harry whispered to Ginny, "Meet me upstairs." She nodded and followed him. Harry had asked Ron to keep Hermione busy for an hour while he spent some time with Ginny in their room. Ron had been skeptical until Harry had told him about the letter from his mum and that he wanted to share it with Ginny.
The two of them arrived in Ron's room and sat down on the bed.
"So what's up Harry? Hermione said you had a great find last night." Ginny had curled up next to Harry. He smiled and nodded to her. He shifted and levitated the chest to the space on the floor in front of them. Ginny's eyes widened with confusion and shock.
"Well, what's that?" she asked. Harry moved to it and opened it pulling out the two boxes.
"This chest has a bunch of things from my parents. Did I ever tell you about how my dad was a chaser, but used a snitch to show off?" She nodded. "Look." He opened the box and showed her the snitch. He smiled as her eyes widened as she read the note and looked up at Harry.
"Wow, Harry. I can't believe how this must feel for you." Harry smiled.
"You have no idea. The next box is my mother's jewelry box." Her eyes widened even more. He pulled out the letter and showed it to her. When she realized what it was she looked to Harry before reading on.
"Are you sure you want me to read this Harry, it seems kind of personal." He nodded.
"If I were to show this to anyone Gin, it would be you. Go ahead and read it." She hungrily looked down and began to devour the letter with her eyes. Half way through she had to stop and have Harry conjure up a handkerchief to wipe away her tears. She finished reading it and hugged Harry.
"Thank you for letting me read it Harry, this must mean so much to you. Your mum seems like a really sweet woman." Harry smiled at her.
"I know. I mean I had Remus and Sirius tell me about my dad, and I got to see some memories about my mum from Professor Snape's memories, but this letter was from her to me. She wrote it to me, held it in her hand and look, she makes her 'g's and 'y's like I do." Harry was practically bouncing now and Ginny couldn't contain her happiness for him.
"I still think it's a little weird that Snape loved your mum and she was good friends with him until he went dark. This bracelet is kind of pretty though," Ginny said as she picked up a small bracelet that had small emeralds and diamonds alternating around the silver band.
"Yeah. I mean I hated the man for so long and now, I just can't find it in myself to hate him. Granted I'll probably never think of him as an uncle or anything, but I am sad he's gone. Kind of.
"These two boxes are the only things I got to look through last night. I kind of wanted to share them with you. I figured that I'd leave all the books and papers for after our trips, but I have one more box to look through before we leave. Want to stay with me?" She nodded and scooted closer to him. He pulled out the last box. It was long and thin and had a crest on the top with a large, elaborate P in the center.
"Harry," Ginny whispered, shocked. "I think that's the Potter crest." Harry looked at it closer, shocked.
"I didn't even know the Potter's had a crest," he mumbled.
"Well, the Potter's are one of the more prominent wealthy pureblood families. Well, pureblood until you came along." Harry looked at her shocked but realized she was joking and laughed. "Of course they'd have a crest." He looked closer at his family crest and studied it. It was a blue shield with a Griffin in the center. Above the shield was a knights helmet facing the left. On top of the helmet was twelve point buck with its head down in a charging stance. Blue and gold leaves and spirals were coming out of the sides of the shield and spreading outward. There were two ribbon shapes, on above the crest and one below, both had words in them. The one on top said Potter, the bottom said Exitus acta probat.
"Do you know what that means?" Harry pointed. She read it and shook her head.
"Sorry, I don't know. It looks latin to me though, maybe you could ask Hermione." She looked at the phrase again and then at Harry. "Well, are you going to open it?" She handed the box back to him to do the honors. He smirked at her and opened the box. They gasped. Inside were two long wands. There were no markings on either except a scorch mark near the middle of the longer wand. They were the only things in the box.
"Harry, do you think they belonged to your parents?" Ginny breathed. Harry looked from her to the wands and shrugged.
"Why else would they be in here? I mean, who's else could they be?"
"You should have Ollivander look at them. He remembers every wand he ever sold. He could tell you." Ginny and Harry looked at the wands for a minute before Harry reached forward. He pulled the shorter of the two out and held it. He pointed it at Ginny and muttered something, and flowers shot out into her hands.
"Thank you Harry! They're beautiful!" she squealed.
"Well, now we know one of them works for me." He put it down and picked up the longer and waved it. A pair of socks on the ground turned into light green parakeets that flew out and flittered about their heads before flying out of the open window. "And now we know that both work for me. I wonder if we'd have time today before we leave to get Ollivander to check them for me. The Portkey leaves at ten tonight. Do you think we'd be able to go to Diagon Alley quickly?" Ginny shrugged and looked at the door. He took the hint and placed the wands back into the box and stood up. He pulled Ginny to her feet and dragged her to the door. They ran down stairs and yelled for Hermione.
"HERMIONE! WHERE ARE YOU?" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs and several people came running.
"Harry, for the love of Merlin, what's the matter?" Hermione careened out of the living room into the hallway. Ron ploughed into her from behind as she had suddenly stopped. They fell to the floor in a heap just as George and Mrs. Weasley ran in from outside.
"What the devil is going on here? Are you two alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked as George helped Ron up who then helped his girlfriend up.
"We're alright, just wondering why Harry was screaming? Harry what's going on?" Everyone turned to look at him. He blushed and cleared his throat.
"Erm, well, I was wondering if we had time to run to Diagon Alley? Before the portkey?" Harry bit his lip and tried to look innocent. Hermione huffed.
"That's what all this fuss is about? Why do you need to go to Diagon Alley?" Everyone turned again to look at him.
"Well, I found these in that box." He held out the box and opened it. Everyone saw the two wands and gasped. "I think they may be my parents wands. I wanted to see Ollivander and ask him. It shouldn't take too long. Half and hour tops. I don't think I could wait two weeks to find out." The teens looked at Mrs. Weasley and gave her puppy dog eyes. She sighed.
"Well, I see no problem, if you're all back in a few hours. Actually, I need some more potion ingredients maybe I'll join you."
After everyone ran around getting their money and clean robes on, the group flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. Mrs. Weasley told the groups to meet back at the Leaky Cauldron in three hours and went off on her own to the Apothecary. George decided to check on the shop. After his late night walk through he decided that it was almost time to re-open and he needed to make supply lists, and check registers. So he bid his farewell and wandered away.
"Harry, do you want us all to come with you? Or just Ginny?" Ron asked pointedly. Harry looked to Hermione who was looking towards the bookstore with desire.
"No, you two go on a quick date, it will only take Ginny and I a few minutes then we'll go do something also. Have fun!" Hermione looked back and realized that they were given permission to wander and began pulling Ron towards Flourish & Blotts. Ron smiled back at Harry and Ginny as she dragged him away.
"That was nice of you Harry, they needed a proper date. Hopefully Ron gets to do something he wants as well. Come on, there's Ollivander's." Ginny began pulling Harry towards the rickety old shop. They walked up to the door and wandered in hearing a bell somewhere deep in the shop. They waited for a few minutes before a short blonde haired woman wandered out to greet them.
"'Ello, welcome to Ollivander's. Makers o' fine wands since 382 BC. What can I do for yeh today, chaps?" The woman glanced up with a bored look on her face which disappeared as soon as she caught Harry's stare. "'Oly cricket! You're 'Arry Potter! Oh, Mr. Potter, it's so very nice to meet yeh. What can I do for yeh, Mr. Potter, sir?" Harry blushed and glanced at Ginny who stepped forward.
"Yes, hi. My name's Ginny, we were wondering if Mr. Ollivander were in today? We have a question for him that only he can answer." The woman glared at Ginny and huffed before she turned around and yelled towards the back room.
"Gran'da, someone's 'ere to talk wit yeh." She turned back to them and said, "E'll be right out." The woman turned and walked into the storage closet just as an old man came around the corner.
"Mr. Potter, and Ms Weasley, what a pleasant surprise. I guess you came in today to get a new wand Mr. Potter, I remember you saying that yours broke earlier this year." Mr. Ollivander began to pull out a measuring tape before Harry stopped him.
"Actually sir, my wand has been fixed. I came in for a different reason today." Ollivander looked at him curiously for a moment before he put away his measuring tape.
"Ok, but I'm curious to know how your wand was fixed when it was broken beyond repair. But go ahead and we'll talk about that later." Ollivander waved his ancient wand and made them some comfy chairs to sit on. Harry explained his new possessions and that he was wondering if they were his parents.
"Well, I can answer that for you, hand them here." Harry handed the old man the whole box. Ollivander lingered on the lid as he observed the crest. "Curious family motto, it seems to fit you perfectly. Ah! Yes, Willow, ten and a quarter inch, swishy, good for charm work. This wand was your mother Lily's wand. I remember the day she came in here. Her parents were in awe of all my wands, while her sister was clearly trying not to show her disbelief in magic, but failing dreadfully." Harry was gaping at the older man.
"You remember all that? Wait, my aunt was here?" Harry was getting exited to hear more about his parents.
"Yes, they all came with Professor McGonagall as their, shall I say, guide? The Professor was just taking on duty's of Deputy Headmistress at the time, so she went to muggle borns and told them of our world. She also brought them to Diagon Alley for the first time so they could see the barrier and learn how to open it. Your mother's sister was particularly obstinate about logic and how magic can't exist in a logical world. Her parents continually told her to hush.
"Now this one here," he pulled out the other wand. "This one is Mahogany, eleven inches, pliable, good for transfiguration, belonged to your father. This burn mark must have come from when he dueled the Dark Lord the day he died." Ollivander examined the scorch mark before he placed the wands back in their box and handed them back to Harry. "Now, how did you fix your wand?" Harry was disappointed that he wasn't going to hear more about his parents but told the man the story of the Elder Wands travels.
"And I used the Elder wand to repair mine. It worked well and I decided to hide the Elder wand to keep it from causing more destruction. Only I know it's location and I am the secret keeper." Ollivander had a look in his eyes that Harry didn't like.
"You know son, you remind me a lot of another young man I once knew. You're both very determined and sure of yourselves." Harry looked at Ginny who shrugged.
"And who would that be, sir?" Harry asked.
"Albus Dumbledore. Just be careful that confidence doesn't lead to arrogance and conceit. I really should get back to work. It was nice seeing you two again. Ms Weasley, please tell your mother I said hello for me and thank you for the lovely cake she sent to the store. Good day." The old man left the two standing in the waiting room alone. They looked at each other and shrugged. They wandered outside and began to decide what to do with their three quarters of an hour they had left. They decided to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies so Harry could scope out prices on a new broom.
They arrived in front of the store and looked in the window. They went inside and saw a few class mates who waved. Harry checked out the prices on the new Firebolt Thunder.
"What is the price of the new Firebolt?" Harry asked the clerk sweeping the floor, who glanced up at him and scoffed.
"Like a kid like you'd be able to afford one. It's 300 Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and six Knuts. Told you that you couldn't afford one kid, now scram." Harry looked at Ginny and smirked.
"Ok, you've convinced me, I'll take one." The kid looked up once more to yell at the annoying kid who was bugging him but stopped with his mouth open when he saw the scar on Harry's head. Harry smiled at him politely.
"Blimey, you're…"
"Yes, I know who I am thank you. I'd like to put a new Firebolt Thunder on hold please. I'll be back in two weeks to pick it up." Harry followed the stunned clerk towards the desk. He signed the paperwork for the hold and they left the store.
"Harry, I can't believe that you just bought that broom, it's so bloody expensive! You'll let me have a go, won't you?" Ginny was bouncing down the street practically giddy at the thought.
"I can't believe I bought it either. That guy just irritated me. And yes, you can have a go, when I actually have it. Hey do you mind if we go visit Teddy for a bit?" Ginny stopped spinning and looked at Harry with a smile.
"Ok, but we should buy him a present before we go there. Okay? How about that store there?" She pointed to a small shop that sold baby supplies and clothes. He shrugged and they went in. Harry's nose was instantly itchy because of the baby powder scent in the air. Ginny cooed and awed over many different things for ten minutes before they finally left the store after buying a stuffed dragon that blew colored smoke animals when it's tummy was rubbed. They also bought Andromeda a large pack of self-cleaning nappies and baby biscuits (nutritious and delicious animal shaped biscuits, guaranteed choke proof). They walked quickly to the Leaky Cauldron and Harry apperated them to the Tonks' residence.
"Maybe we should have owled first." Harry whispered after they knocked. Andromeda answered the door before Ginny could respond.
"Harry! What are you doing here? Oh never mind that, come on in. How are you both? I got your letter the other day Harry about your trip to Australia. Don't you leave today?" They wandered into the sitting room and saw the little Purple haired boy sitting on a rug, a wail on his face but no sound coming from him. "I was just making his bottle. I don't know what I'd do without Silencing charms sometimes. Would you watch him while I finish the bottle?" She bustled back into the kitchen after they said they wouldn't mind.
"Harry, have you thought about what she offered you after Tonks' and Remus' funerals, about living here?" Harry nodded slowly. She sat back and Harry walked over the wailing child and picked him up while undoing the silencing charm.
"Hey there, big guy. Are you hungry? Grandma's making a nice bottle for you, but while we wait how about a present?" Teddy stopped crying and looked at Harry studying his face. As Harry reached for the bag with Puff, the dragon, Teddy changed his hair and eyes to match Harry's. When Harry looked back he gasped which drew Ginny's eyes from the pictures on the wall she was looking at.
"Awe, Harry he looks just like you. This must be what you looked like as a baby!" Ginny walked over and cooed to Teddy. Harry waved the dragon toy in front of Teddy who squealed in delight and grabbed for it.
"Teddy this is Puff, the dragon. When you rub his tummy he blows a smoke animal for you." Harry and Teddy sat down on the sofa. Teddy was resting on his knee and hugging the dragon tightly. Harry showed him the tummy rub and Teddy watched in baby awe at the smoke monkey sat on his shoulder and tickled his ears. Andromeda walked in and smiled.
"Oh, Teddy-bear a new toy! How exiting! Here's the bottle, do one of you two want to feed him? How long are you staying?" She handed the bottle to Ginny who had held out her hand for it. Harry handed the baby to her and she proceeded to feed the child.
"Well, we actually have to go in about thirty minutes. We had some time before we had to leave so we went and got Teddy a present and came over. Sorry for not owling you before we got here. We brought some things for you too. Well, they're for Teddy and you, I guess." He pulled out the biscuits and nappies and handed them to Andromeda. She read the label on the crackers and then the nappies.
"Oh my! I wanted to get these for a while now, but they're so expensive. Thank you Harry, Ginny! And these biscuits are a perfect food to start him teething on. Wonderful."
"Well, I thought since I'm going to be gone for two weeks and unable to drop by to help occasionally I would get something that was useful. I'm glad you liked it." The three of them sat and talked for a half an hour and Teddy finished his bottle and gummed a biscuit to their amusement. Andromeda whipped out a camera to take pictures of Harry, Ginny, and Teddy and Teddy drooling over the biscuits.
All too soon Harry and Ginny were saying their goodbyes and hugging the little boy. They apperated back to the pub and saw that they were the first there. They ordered a Butterbeer each and sat down. The rest of their group staggered back into the pub with in the time limit and they all sat down and had a Butterbeer. George decided to stay at the shop for a few hours with Percy so they said goodbye and left as the rest flooed home.
A/N: You'll find out the Potter family motto in the next chapter, it's a clever one! Remember, any questions you have and really want answered I always respond to questions in the reviews. My email is on my homepage/profile also. I am currently looking for a beta, so chapters will be slow to come. I need to have the beta edit the first eleven chapters before I do more. If it begins to take a really long time, I'll slowly post new chapters. Maybe 2 a month? I have also started school again. I work at my school as an art tutor so that takes up some time also. Going through Environmental Science after about 5 years since my last science class is sucking and the fact that half my class is online is nerve wracking. But I hope to do ok. So I post this chapter as a Please-don't-throw-rotten-fruit-at-me-for-taking-so-long-to-post-more-chapters. I love reviews they warm my heart so I dedicate this chapter to my last three reviewers to review ch. 10. shetlandlace, eclipsed heart, and katieluvshoes12345 I thank you for your reviews and hope you keep checking in.