Chapter 2: Four Years Later
"Can I hear a bedtime story tonight?" Four-year-old James asked his parents as they tucked him into bed. His parents were usually very busy with their work and they seldom tucked him in bed together.
"Ok." Harry chuckled as he pulled the broomstick-print duvet up to James' neck. "What story do you want to hear?"
"The story of the Supreme Seven." James thought for a while. His hands came out of the comforter.
"Alright. Let mummy tell you about it." Harry sat on James' left while his wife sat on the right side of James.
"Ok, it all started thousands of years ago..." Helen started, holding James' right hand as she spoke.
James was listening attentively for about ten minutes before his eyelids felt heavier and heavier. This had been his favorite story as far as he could remember. Slowly his eyes were closed and falling asleep.
"So, that's how the world of magic come about." Helen summarized the rest of the story quickly before James fell asleep.
"I wanna be one of them too." A sleepy James mumbled incoherently. Harry pulled up the comforter again and placed James' hands under it.
"You're going to be a great wizard one day, you know." Harry whispered softly into his ears.
"Mmm..." James muttered and fallen asleep. They gave him a kiss on his forehead and left his bedroom silently.
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"Look, I just use my eyes, then the chair will fly over!" A proud Sirius Black exclaimed as he stared at the blue-colored stool in the distant corner of the room. It whizzed across the playroom and landed nicely in front of him. He stood up from the floor and sat on the newly arrived stool, looking very smug.
"I can use my mind to do that too!" Stefanie Black shouted to prove her point and an orange-colored stool whizzed across the room in front of her. She got up and sat on the stool with her hands crossed in front of her chest.
"I can get that table over too." Sirius stared and the table zoomed towards him and landed in between them. Very soon, the toys in their playroom were whizzing across the nursery. Some toys actually met in mid-air and crashed. Both of them laughed and continued their little havoc when no adults were around.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" Came the voice of an exasperated Jeraldine Black at the doorway. Their mother marched into the room and stood in front of them, with her hands crossed at her chest and looking very stern.
CRASSSH! The small playhouse and tricycle crashed in midair and collapsed the moment they lost their concentration.
"Oops." The twins stood up from their stool immediately and exchanged a mischievous look.
"Look at the mess you created." Jeraldine pointed at the mess around the nursery for them to see. "Since you don't like your toys, and crashing them in midair, I'm going to give these toys to other kids."
"We love the toys." Stefanie said quickly. She wanted to keep all her toys.
"But they're spoilt. No one wants broken toys." Sirius pointed out.
"The house elves can fix them back together and give them to other kids." Jeraldine said in a disciplinary manner. As if on a cue, five house elves came into the playroom and using magic to fix the broken toys back together again and rearranged them magically back to the original position.
"Sorry, Mum." Both of them looked apologetically while exchanging a wink when their mother was not looking at them.
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Four-year-old Remus Lupin was playing with his toy figurines on the floor in front of his sixty-inch television. He had always loving watching shows on the medieval period, featuring the knights in old metal costumes and their princesses. Even as a young boy, he was very fascinated by the past. He had his own mindset on what a true hero was.
I want to travel back through time just to live in that age. Life is so boring in the modern days. Remus thought dreamily as the show went on while he maneuvered the figurines in front of him.
Having no siblings, he always had to play alone in the big nursery while his parents were out at work. And sometimes he dreamt about him as a knight in shining armor fighting, or a King doing the kingly activities. These activities always kept him entertained for hours.
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Arabella Figg was running around the playground playing a game of 'Police and Thieves' with her friends in orphanage basketball court. To her, they were more like brothers and sisters to her although they are not related in any manner.
After several more games, they got tired and their caretaker settled them down for a drawing session. Arabella was doodling on her big drawing block and drawing what was in her mind.
Suddenly, the scene blacked out. She saw her best friend Celeste fell down from the swing and her knee was bleeding severely. With a jerk, she got back into consciousness.
"Celeste!" She dashed out of the drawing room and the other students were looking at her in surprise.
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Lily Evans was sitting alone on the metal swing in the garden waiting for her parents to come home in the afternoon. She had loved to play on the swing at the playground so much that her father had bought one and placed in the garden for her.
Once again, Petunia had just bullied her when she did nothing wrong. She was being pushed down on the grass patch in front of her doorstep and had suffered some minor scratches on the side of her legs. It was hurting her and she did not know what to do. Her parents were out grocery shopping and Petunia did not allow her to go into the house.
"Why doesn't Petunia like me?" She thought sadly as she looked at her legs, trying to remove the grains of sand on the open wound.
She started touching them gently, thinking of an excuse to tell her parents, and yet not getting Petunia into trouble. To her amazement, her wounds healed instantly. Wow. She looked at her legs, which was smooth and fair with not a single scratch on it. I healed myself.