Disclaimer: Harry Potter is entirely J.K. Rowling's creation. I just decided what to do with him now that he's grown up.
I shut my eyes tight to prevent the light induced spots. When I opened them, I saw a full moon through one of the windows on the far end of the sitting room in front of me. At my right, I heard someone shout, "Hurry up Sirius. Lily needs me now!"
The door that I heard my grandpa's voice from slammed open. Grandpa James was hastily flinging on an overcoat when he stopped cold at the sight of me. He drew his wand and pointed it at me, commanding, "State your name and prove to me who you are."
"Grandpa? It's me, Lily," I told him confused. "Where's Grandma?" I twisted my hair in my hand while the last remaining door opened, Sirius clamoring out. He blinked at the sight of me. Gesturing at me, Sirius made Grandpa James lower his wand. He sighed, putting his wand away. Looking at the two of them, I could see they were worried. Daring to be answered, I questioned again, "Where's Grandma?"
"At St. Mungo's," he replied tensely. He was glaring at Sirius when he replied to me. Sirius stared back, some invisible rope holding their gaze. "If you could please stay here with Sirius," he began before getting interrupted by his best friend.
"But I want to-"
"And leave her alone? No. Stay-"
"But-"
"No."
"Fine. I'll stay," Sirius ceded. He took his wand from his pocket and sent a rainbow of lights into the sitting room. I chased after them, distracted. The front door opened and creaked shut. I was poking a fuzzy purple star when it zoomed to Sirius' hand along with all the other colors. Finding only him in this room, I asked where Grandpa James went. To be with Lily was the only answer he let me have after I asked him nearly twenty times.
"Why don't we play a game?" Sirius wondered after I said, "I'm bored," about fifty times in the last minute. Prattling of different suggestions, I agreed with him at the idea of Hide-and-Seek. Counting to thirty, he closed his eyes and I ran from the room through the door I saw Grandpa go through.
Opening it, I came upon a yellow kitchen with a table in the center of the room. Each cabinet at floor level I broke into, searching for a place to disappear. They were full of pots and pans. I only succeeded in causing a noisy, metallic mess from accidentally emptying five cabinets.
"Ready or not, here I come," I heard coming from the other room. Looking around, I saw another door leading to a different room in the house. Scrambling through it, I stumbled up a flight of stairs to an open space on the second story.
Three identical oak doors were along the back wall with two on either end of the floor. There was one more set of stairs on the other end of the hallway. Taking the door nearest to me, I twisted the brass knob that I could barely reach and went inside. A large white bed was in the center of the room, white lace hanging down around it from the ceiling. I crawled under it when I heard footsteps thudding up the stairs.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," Sirius' voice echoed throughout the floor. The door to the room I was hidden in swung open and a light flicked on. "Hmm," I heard. "Guess she's not in here." Turning off the light, he closed the door. "Where are you Lily," he would call out into the rooms after determining that I wasn't there.
Eventually, he stomped back down the stairs to the sitting room. "I could've sworn she went up there," I heard him mutter. Just then, the front door creaked open.
"Sirius? Lily? I'm back with someone I want you to meet," Grandpa shouted through the house.
"James," Grandma warned, "Don't wake him up, he just fell asleep." The kitchen door below me opened with a bang, inducing the cries of an infant.
"What the-," Grandpa started before I heard Sirius cut in with, "James! Lily! Harry! Welcome home."
"Why is the kitchen-?"
"Lily and I were playing a game and she was-" Sirius tried to explain.
"Never mind," Grandma said, quieting the crying. I heard a clatter downstairs and my grandmother commanding Sirius and Grandpa to find me. Because I eavesdropped, I scrambled out from beneath the bed, into the open space, and down the stairs.
When I opened the door, I saw the kitchen was clean and that the three adults were splitting their attention between me and the baby in Grandma's arms. I frowned and whispered to them, especially the baby that I made cry, "I'm sorry for making a mess."
Grandpa waved my apology aside and beckoned me closer to the now sleeping newborn. "His name is Harry," Grandpa explained. Harry had black hair ruffled atop his head and had a pudgy face. His eyes fluttered open again, revealing emerald irises. Yawning, he nodded off once more.
"Daddy?" I whispered as I was whisked off to my own time once more.
During the summer and fall months, we would stay at the house in Godric's Hollow. If it was spring or winter, we'd be holed up in Grimmauld Place with Kreacher and the Weasleys. At random times in summer and fall, I would be transported away to another time with Grandpa James and Grandma Lily. It happened less often in Grimmauld Place.