Epilogue I
Back to Godric's Hollow
Harry felt a sharp pain in the head, and felt like he was being pulled in all directions while traveling. He saw, before his eyes, his whole way from the platform until the death of Voldemort, and the smiles of friends in output also did smile, a sleepy feeling watching over him as he felt to fall somewhere.
Suddenly the bad feelings have passed, and Harry found himself in a kind of dream, where he walked with Ginny the grounds of Hogwarts, smiling carefree. He touched his forehead. It was clean, no scar.
"Harry ..." heard a distant voice calling. Harry turned over, and realized he was laying in bed too soft. For a second thought in his mind the hospital wing at Hogwarts, and the boy rambled a bit, thinking that everything could have been just a dream. A good dream, he thought with a smile.
"Harry ..." the voice called again. Without opening his eyes, Harry grumbled:
"Relax, I'm sleeping."
"Harry, wake up!"
A bit stunned, Harry opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a pair of greenish brown eyes. Startled, he sat on the bed quickly, and saw a girlof fifteen very similar to Lily stared at him, worried.
"What did you drink at Rosmerta, Harry?"
"Who are you?" the boy stammered, confused. The girl's auburn eyebrows were raised in a gesture of incredulity.
"I'm Violet, Harry. Seriously, what did you drink?"
"I didn't drink anything! Violet?"
The girl's eyes widened in alarm
"Violet, your sister, what about that?"
Harry stared at the girl, now opened the windows of the place where they were. When the light went into place, Harry found himself in a room filled of Gryffindor banners, pictures that moved and clothes scattered everywhere.
"Mum will kill you if she sees this mess." said the girl, opening a dark brown wardrobe in the corner and throwing a pair of jeans and a shirt for him. "And get dressed; we're only going today because you said the others were going too."
When she finished speaking, the girl walked away, leaving Harry quite stunned. He groped for the bedside table looking for his glasses before he realized it already had on his face. Stretched on the bed to see the pictures, and got a shock.
At first, a familiar scene. He, Ron and Hermione in Hogsmeade, accompanied by two people he did not know. A boy with light brown hair and brown eyes who was hugging a girl with black short hair and gray eyes flashing at him.
In another, he and Ginny where dressed in Quidditch uniform, embracing. Harry smiled relieved. Then, as a sudden idea, he recalled he had to get dressed, which he made almost running before the mirror on the wardrobe's door.
He even looked different. Vaguely remember being skinny, but the body he saw was not that. Muscles accented in his arms and chest and when he lifted his bangs he gazed relieved at the clean area.
He was about to leave the room when a fun voice, climbing the stairs, called out:
"Prongs! Come on, you moron!"
Harry smiled. Sirius, he thought. But when he turned to speak to the godfather, saw that it was a girl who spoke with the same mocking tone of voice and canine. The girl of the photo.
"Hi?" Harry let the smile fade, and the girl laughed at him.
"Still dizzy? Man, you were so weird last night, buddy."
"Excuse me ... "he began, measuring his words. "You're ..."
"Ish, lost his memory, was it? MOONY, PRONGS DOESN'T KNOW WHO I AM! – she shouted down, and someone laughed. Soon another boy of the photo appeared with a book under his arm.
"I wasn't aware that drinking loads of firewhisky could make someone lose their memory."
"It's Pads, don't you see?"
Harry looked at them and decided to pretend to remember to get some extra information.
"Oh, sure, man." Harry tried to smile but do not leave the curious look on his face.
"Phew, I thought he had gone mad." the girl sighed with relief. "Now come on, man, they are already going crazy of waiting."
"Where are we going again?"
"Diagon Alley." said the boy with brown hair. "You even insisted, remember?"
"Ah, more or less. Violet woke me in the middle of a good dream ..."
The girl laughed like a dog.
"Your sister is mad, man. Well, she's with the right guy, because my younger brother is not the most normal person in the world too."
"Adhara!" yelled a male voice coming from the first floor, and the girl began to lean on the railing.
"The boss's calling. Going down the banister, faster."
Harry smiled, amused, clutching the railing and watching the two rails down. When they fell on the first floor Harry's eyes widened again. In the lobby was Violet again, holding hands with a boy disturbingly reminiscent of Mr. Mckinnon, and around them was a girl of long dark brown hair, round framed glasses, just like him. Harry stared at everyone, having no idea who they were, when a boy entered identical to Sirius, fixing her hair with a roll of the head.
"Yo, let's go, guys."
"Screw you, Jack." The girl beside him muttered, then shouted:
"We are ready, Daddy!"
The kitchen door left Sirius older pass. Although he was older because of the time that had passed, Harry could not remember to have seen him so young before. He wore a long black cape and brought in the arm a very beautiful woman, who Harry recognized as Marlene.
"Lene! Sirius!" he exclaimed, glad to finally see someone you know. An impulse, ran to hug them both.
"Hi, big guy." Sirius said within his arms. "What is this outbreak?"
"Awn, leave the boy alone, Sirius." Marlene said as she stroked his hair lovingly. Harry smiled at the two, and then had another reason to smile.
Leaving the kitchen, you also hand in hand, were James and Lily. Harry ran and took the mother in her arms, turning her in the air.
"Harry!" The woman exclaimed, and James laughed.
"Hey, boy, what is it?"
Harry put Lily down and embraced James.
"I love you both!"
The two looked at each other, and Lily gave a wry smile.
"Oh, dear, we love you! But ... Why now?"
"I'm willing to embrace you, can't I?" Harry smiled, and James rolled his eyes, amused.
"Come on, kids and loving teddy bear here."
Everyone started laughing and Harry followed them to the fireplace, which was a large room, well furnished, with several portraits of baby Harry, Violet and the other girl he did not know the name embraced, as well as some memories of Hogwarts.
While everyone caught the flu network to go to Diagon Alley, Harry was looking at the pictures to arrive at a final minor, the entire class of 1977/78. He looked at the first row, the Marauders with their girlfriends, and when his eyes wandered to the back rows, he can see himself, together with friends, waving slightly. A big smile appeared on his face, and he felt Lily poking her back.
"Honey, let us go?"
Harry smiled at her mother, and realized that although the feeling of having changed everything was good, the effect of travel on fireplaces remained the same.
When you finally open your eyes, The Leaking Cauldron came into focus.
"James Potter!" Tom exclaimed the bartender. "Be welcomed!"
James gave a weak smile, and Harry felt the brown-haired girl to tell him:
"Going to start new round of commemorations. Frankly, Daddy killed Voldemort nearly twenty years!"
Harry smiled, and saw James and Sirius guide the group through the bar. In one corner, Harry saw Quirrell drinking butterbeer, and with a poke in Violet, said:
"Is he Professor Quirrell?"
The girl stretched out for a better view, and waved.
"Aham."
"Is he the Professor of Defense against the Dark Arts?"
"Are you crazy?" the kid who looked like Mr. Mckinnon laughed. "If he taught DADA I'd kill myself! He teaches Muggle Studies, Harry. Where'd you get the idea?"
Harry looked at the boy, puzzled.
"Who are you?"
" You're kidding, right?"
"Hmm .. Sure."
"Leonard, Harry, my boyfriend, Adie's brother ... Do not you remember?" Violet was startled, then smiled at the girl with brown hair. "Sam! Gilderoy Lockhart is autographing another book!"
The girl adjusted her glasses and called Lily.
"Mother! Gilderoy Lockhart!"
Lily, interested, gave a kiss on the James' cheek and pulled Marlene and the girls with her.
"Let's see where he is, dear. Will you come, Adhara?"
Harry saw with relief that Adhara seemed extremely reluctant to go, and simply shook his head.
"No, Aunt Lily, thank you." And when the group was toward Flourish and Blotts she sighed. "Goddess, no."
"If half of what that guy says is true, I kill Jack." Sirius rolled his eyes, and his fifteen year old copy smiled.
"Glad it's all lies, no?"
"May I kill him anyway?" asked Adhara and Sirius pulled her to him.
"No, Princess. I need you to replace me in charge of Azkaban, and not to end up in a cage inside."
The girl laughed and hugged her father. Harry ran a little to follow James and saw an amazing number of people greet him on the street, still thanking for the death of Voldemort.
"It must be horrible, is not it, Dad?" asked Harry as they crossed into Diagon Alley.
" Define 'horrible'."
"I dunno, everyone on top of you."
"James loves it." Sirius said sarcastically "Especially the contests of 'most beautiful historic figure' of Witch Weekly."
Harry laughed. The brown-haired boy that Harry did not know the name said, amid laughter:
"I really do not know why girls will talk with you Lockhart, Uncle Prongs."
"Thanks for the support, Romulus." James rolled his eyes. Harry looked at the boy.
"Are you Remus' son?"
But before the boy could answer, a scream caught the attention of everyone in the street.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, excited. Behind her, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna were waving animated.