Title: Rembrance
Disclaimer: Do I really look like the kinda person who owns Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley, Hogwarts, or anything else that JK Rowling came up with? Didn't think so.
Date: Wednesday, October 3
Summary: POST Deathly Hallows, pre epilogue AU, DH Spoilers. Dudley Dursely blinked at the yellowish parchment his son was holding in his hands. What would happen when two broken families are mended between first years?
Notes: Eeep!!!
/Ducks under desk and waves white flag/
Please don't hurt me my, wonderful, wondeful, talented, merciful readers. (Compliments help, right?)
My uh, computer broke-ish so...yeah. every ten to twenty minutes and it would randomnly shut off. I usually was right at the end of the chapter , too. (If I use past tense, is it really lieing?)
Anyways, thanks again to my awesome beta, Four and Twenty Blackbirds!(Who will vouge for my computer breakageness! I already asked.)
Q&A
Updates School is making updates come slower than expected. Generally I don't have a certain time frame, but if it's gets longer than a month, be sure to whip me into shape with a review/email/PM. I can tell you the ones that some of you left me really helped me get on track.
Reunion Heheh cliffies.
Peter Weasley Honestly, I wasn't even thinking about Peter Pettigrew while writing down the name. Let's just say that Penelope's father was named Peter and she wanted to name the kid after him.
Story Plots Currently, I can't think of any other stories with the same plot, but it you want to read some good HP fiction check out my favorites. A good half of them are Avatar: The Last Airbender and I haven't cleared the stories I don't like (that sounds so mean, doesn't it?)out yet. BUt if you click on the 'sort by reviews' button you'll find some totally awesome stories.
Read My Story? I've gotten a few messages like this, so if you want me to read your story or a few of your stories, just ask and tell me the titles. I can't end up reading seventy of your oneshots, but I'm always looking for a good read. And I'll leave a review on at least the first chapter.
Confusion I know very well that the last chapter was messy, I feel like this one was, too. It's a pet peeve of mine that I can never fix the messiness. Just don't know when to start. Any tips are helpful, if you suffer from messiness, too.
Marriage Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Percy/Penelope, Bill/Fleur, Charlie/Nairi(OC, probably never going to introduce) and George is with Angelina(Johnson?)
Hair Yes, they all have red hair. But it isn't the bright Weasley red hair we all know and love. There are many different shades of hair colors that the children sport.
My Brains Please spare them, for without which it will take even longer for me to do my homework which would lead to almost know chapters per year. Thus, it would also be harder to press the pretty little buttons that form my totally fantasmic story that has caused you to possibly turn canniblistic. (That has got to be one of the most fun sentences I have ever written.)
"What's the first thing you're going to do when you get home?"
"Prank Al."
"Wasn't asking you, James."
"I answered."
"So?"
"So, so?"
"Shut up, Jamsie."
"I told you not to call me that, Jacksie!"
"Nice try, but you don't have older siblings. Teddy doesn't count."
"Count for what?" Teddy asked the group, approaching cautiously.
"As an older sibling. Face it Ted, you're too old to have grown up being an annoying prick." Jack replied.
"Thanks, then." He told them.
"Whatever, why don't you just go snog someone!" James said casually. Ted stared down at him, his face turning red.
"Look! Teddy's gone Holiday!" Jack exclaimed; James snorted into his pumpkin juice.
He just had to have picked green hair today.
Brendan Dursley had watched the strange family's banter without comment. After over three months of school, the entire Gryffindor house was used to the constant bickering of the Weasleys, a Potter, and a Lupin. And the quarrels that the Weasley males were involved in were not nearly as violent as those sparked by the fiery tempers of the females in the family.
Brendan actually felt bad for the girls of the family, though..
He had heard a rumor that Connor Ty had been together with Jessica Weasley for only an hour before he was ambushed in front of the Fat Lady and given the speech usually reserved for brothers. By now the family had threatened almost every single guy in the school.
It just so happens that he had picked a Quidditch day. At the time both Fred and Timothy Weasley were Beaters.
Madame Pomfrey supposedly had a special stash of calming draughts made and reserved for encounters with angry Redheads. Or in some cases, pink, purple, blue, yellow, and striped-heads. And it wasn't always Ted.
He'd never seen such a fine group of pranksters. They even pranked themselves, on occasion.
Brendan broke his train of thought when he heard James asking him something.
"Sorry, didn't catch that."
"I asked it you were doing anything for Christmas." James said, not taking his eyes off the large serving of oatmeal that had appeared in front of him.
"Nothing much, really. My mum said she'd take me Christmas shopping in Muggle London so I can get gifts for the rest of our family. I already ordered things for Uncle Dennis and stuff. I ended up just asking one of Julie's friends if she could get some candy for her when she went to Hogsmeade later. She's a third year, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem.
"Your cousin's in Ravenclaw." Fred said, "I don't think I really know anyone from other houses. If I need a tutor, I just blackmail someone in the family until they give in."
"Works wonders." James commented.
"I wish I could do that; my sisters won't be coming to Hogwarts for another year or so. I don't even know if they will have magic. I think so though. They're weird enough to."
"They probably will. I swear if Lily doesn't get in she'd probably have a fit worthy of St. Mungo's attention."
"Like that could happen. Do you remember at the picnic three years ago, when we wouldn't let her play Chaser…"
"Point taken. Besides that just meant that Dad had to get Ted a new broom."
"Dad, why are we still here?"
"You complain too much."
"Oh yeah? Maybe you don't complain enough!"
"I can complain just as much as you do, but I don't only do it so I can hear my own voice!"
"What's that supposed to mean!?"
"It means that you're a stupid –"
"Stop fighting you two! James, you haven't been home for four days, and you're already fighting. If you don't stop, Santa might give you both coal."
"No! I don't want coal!" A shout came from down the aisle next to them; with a flash of red, Lily Potter appeared, clutching desperately to her father's pant leg.
"There's no such thing as Father Chr –"
"LALALALALALA!!!" Albus screeched, taking off to the other end of the store.
The sight was quite comical to all of the nearby muggles.
"Albus! Get back here! We need to get Grandpa a present!" The man, trying to pry his daughter off of his leg shouted. He sighed, shaking his head, "Fine, you can find your own way home, then!"
Everyone in hearing range thought that Harry Potter was joking.
But, the Leaky Cauldron was only about three blocks away. Merlin knew how many Weasleys used Tom's floo every week.
Anna Dursley watched in confusion as the strange boy standing in front of her examined the be-duck-led bathrobe.
"Perfect!" He exclaimed, hugging the figurine enthusiastically.
"What are you doing?" She asked him bluntly.
"Gah!" Albus Severus Potter whirled around, accidentally knocking over the mannequin, and tripped as he tried to find his balance.
Anna giggled.
"Glad you found it so funny." He mumbled, trying to untangle himself.
Anna watched as the wizard righted the bathrobe-wearing model. He backed away slowly and made a grab for the packages containing the robes.
"Are you actually buying that thing?" She asked him skeptically.
"No," He said slowly, "My dad is buying it!"
"Why?"
"I don't have any money."
"No, why would you want to buy that ugly thing."
"Mum said that Gramps likes rubber ducks."
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause before Anna asked, "Where are your parents?"
"Where are yours?" He replied with a mischievous smile.
"My Dad's ri…well he was right there." She answered looking around and growing desperate to find her father.
"Oh. Now what do we do?"
"My mum always said that when you're lost, you find a security guy, and they'll help you."
"My mum said that anyone with red hair is the most helpful. Or people who are school aged."
"Why red hair?" She asked momentarily forgetting her missing father.
"Because they're probably related to me."
"I'm in school."
"No, you're not!"
"I'm nine so that means I'm in school!"
"You have to be eleven go to the school I'm talking about."
"Oh. My brother is eleven."
"So is mine. He's home for holiday."
"Mine, too. So that means if we find one of our brothers we can go home?"
"I don't know."
"That's not very helpful."
"Oh, sorry, then." Albus shrugged sheepishly.
"Are you two lost then?"
"Okay then, where do you live?"
"16 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."
"I can't tell you."
The man looked at him, "I know you shouldn't tell strangers where you live, but I just want to help you find your Mummy and Daddy."
"If I need to I can make it home by myself. Dad said to never ever tell anyone where we live."
"Well, does your Daddy have a cell number."
"What's a cell number?" The man stared at him, so did Anna.
"My Dad does." Anna said and proceeded to give the number.
"Thank you, then. We'll give him a call." He nodded to another man at the station.
The man walked over with a smile, shaking hands with the children.
"Well, for now, my name is William Smith, and I'll be hanging out with you for a bit."
Smith still didn't understand why all department stores handed over their lost kids to the police. Can't they just use the stupid intercom for once?
"Anna! Oh god, I was so worried! What were you doing wandering off like that!"
"I didn't wander off, you wandered off!" Her complaint was muffled under her father's crushing hug, but the police officer heard it. He smiled slightly, reminded of his own children.
"Yeah, and you were the only one who got left behind, can't you just stay lost for once?"
"That's not funny!" Anna swatted at him, but the boy simply ducked.
"I live in a dorm with four other guys, Annie, you can't scare me!"
"Al?!" A shout turned the group's attention to the opening door. William went to open it, but it burst open before it could.
"You're okay! That's so good, because when Daddy couldn't find you, he got all mad because he saw you weren't anywhere in the store and then we had to find the people and they had to tell us where you were and then we ran right out of the place and then, POP!"
"Lily, I can't breathe!" Albus gasped before…
"Albus Severus Potter! You are in so much trouble when we get home!" Albus froze when he heard the words…before he heard the laughter following them.
"I got you so good Al! You should have seen your face. It looked like I was Gram and I caught you sneaking stuff into the food!"
"That's not funny, James!" Albus punched at him, hitting him in the shoulder. James pouted, rubbing his sleeved skin.
"James? What are you doing here?"
"Oy, hello there Brendan, what brings you to the pawlice office?"
"My sister." Brendan pointed at one of the girls next to him, "You?"
"Al, this is my roomie Brendan. Brend, this is Al. Say 'hi'."
"Sorry about them barging in like that, I was busy talking to one of the attendants." A man with messy black hair walking into the room, looking eerily like the boy who was previously considered lost.
"Dad! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to get lost and stuff. And then I found this robe with ducks that Gramps would really, really like, really, and. well."
"Then we ought to go grab it before they sell out, eh Al?" Harry joked rubbing the boy's head.
"Sorry to be such a bother, sir. I have no idea how my mother-in-law managed six boys plus a girl." Harry told William, shaking his hand good-naturedly, "Well, off we go. To the ducks, was it?"
"Harry?"
The Boy-Who-Lived turned to see who had just stuttered his name.
"Well, this is awkward."