Hey, okay, there's something seriously wrong with this. I can't upload any document. Something about a processing error. So I'm havin to use my AN for Bitten. (Nvm, problem solved! Haha.)
And the reason there was a light when they kissed was because of the Bond. There will be an even bigger light when they...you know. Haha.
HHrbelong2gether: that's weird. Haha. But that's happened to me countless times b4. Haha. Usually its words. I can hear a word for the 1st time one day and the next week I'll hear it and see it EVERYWHERE! Haha. Or I can meet someone and then read a story or a book and that name will pop up. It's weird. But that is a good song. I want 2 cry everytime I hear it.
scout-01: I love ur avvie. Haha. I read To Kill a Mockingbird when I was a freshman in high skool. And I loved it. Haha. We have the movie and I loved it 2. My english teacher named one of her yorkies "Scout" after her. Of course it was a boy. Haha. And she brought them to skool one day. They're so cute. Anyway, I've been wanting to tell you that and I kept forgetting.
Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling, there would be a WHOLE different ending in the back of that book. Haha.
Here's Ch. 4.
Chapter Four
Family
His room. That's what he called it now. His room. His room, his bed, his closet. Everything in that room was his now. He now felt like a part of the Granger family. They did not adopt him as that would be too strange for him and their daughter since they were supposed to be married. That was still very scary for all four of them.
Married.
The two six and seven year olds were married. Their Bond getting stronger every day. They would share small kisses every now and then. Harry had never felt more happy in his life when he kissed Hermione.
Harry began to relax more as the months passed. Charlotte and Jacob did not send them to school at the beginning of the term. Instead, she taught them at home. Hermione turned seven in September. Harry gave her a birthday kiss to wake her up. It was the best birthday she had, because she was with her best friend and husband.
In November, as the snow was beginning to fall, Minerva McGonagall paid them a visit. They were hesitant to let her in as she was with Dumbledore when he left baby Harry at the Durselys six years before.
"I was told Dumbledore had someone checking up on you. I'm sorry. I should of looked into it," she apologized and Harry and Hermione forgave her, letting her into the house. They only forgave her because she had been lied to, just like Harry had been.
Hermione went to get her parents. They came down with curious, but cautious looks to the Headmistress of the school they didn't know that much about, just that their daughter and ward were going there one day.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, you are probably wondering why I'm here," McGonagall said to them.
"Yes," Charlotte nodded. "Please, come in and I'll start a cup of tea."
The five of them went into the kitchen. Charlotte immediately to the cupboards to get out a kettle and turned the stove on. McGonagall, Harry, Hermione, and Jacob sat at the table. Hermione sat next to Harry, holding his hand. He loved it when she held his hand. It felt warm against his cold one, warming him up on the inside.
'Harry, do you suppose we should trust her? She did leave you at the Durselys,' Hermione thought to her husband.
'You heard her, she did say she was lied to all these years. She apologized for not double-checking. I think we should give her a chance,' he replied.
Hermione loved his trust in people. He gave people chances when they probably should not have been given any. He was strong like that and had a goodness about him.
"Now, how are you two holding out?" McGonagall asked the two children.
"We're fine," Hermione replied. "Harry and I are enjoying being Bound. It brought us closer." Her husband nodded in agreement.
"That's wonderful, dears," McGonagall said with a thin smile. "I was wondering if you had any other questions that you didn't ask at the hospital?"
"Did you know my parents? Like, really know them?" Harry blurted out. It had been killing him inside for so long. He had wanted to know about his parents. What they were like. How they acted around each other. How they treated him. It was clear that his question affected her very emotionally as she looked down, almost in sadness.
"Yes...yes, I did know them very well," she answered.
Harry flashed her a small smile. "Tell me about them...please," he pleaded looking very innocent that McGonagall just could not say "no" to.
"Alright, I will." She paused for a moment to gather herself and began. "Your parents were two of the best and brightest pupils I've ever taught. Anyone could tell they were meant to be. Of course, your mother was not very fond of your father when she met him."
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"Well, James Potter had a knack for getting into trouble and play pranks on her friends. Although, your father was infatuated by her. Completely and madly in love with Lily Evans was he. It wasn't until their Seventh and last Year did she grow to tolerate him and it is said, changed him. Your mother and father were picked to be Head Boy and Girl, much to your mother's dismay. James couldn't be any happier. One friend she had was the main target of James' pranks became a Death Eater. She wept. And that was when James changed. He saw her sitting on the stairs by the Great Hall, having come in from the Owlery it looked like as Lily was holding a letter in her hand. James sat next to her and held her as she cried. And she let him. That was the first time they showed any sign of affection toward each other. James became more sensitive to her and realized that to get to her heart-thank you, dear-" she interrupted herself as Charlotte gave her a mug of tea. She took a sip and continued as Charlotte sat down. "-to get to her heart, he must put her first and be there for her. So, that's what he did. He tried his best to worm his way to her. She let him in bit by bit. It was killing him. He was so in love. It wasn't until he heard something drastic was happening to her family did she let him in fully."
"What happened?" Jacob asked taking a swig of his tea.
"Lily was once again crying and he asked her what was wrong. She told him that her mother was in the hospital dying of cancer and that there was a treatment, but it was too costly. James, of course, did not like this. He did not like to see her sad. And one day she got a letter saying that a generous, yet anonymous to her, donation was given to her family to pay for the treatment. She did not know until she saw her mother in the hospital after the treament, that is was James who had owled his father to tell him to please send a generous donation to the Evans family."
Charlotte and Hermione were in tears at the lovely story. "When she got back to Hogwarts, she didn't say anything to James at first. She ran to him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips. It was a sight to see! The Head Boy and Girl kissing. A perfect love story. The thing I admire is that there was about four weeks between when he sent the letter to his father and the letter that was sent to Lily telling her that her mother would live, and James didn't say a thing to her about what he had done. He didn't want the pride. He didn't want her to thank him. He just wanted her to be happy."
"How do you know all of this?" Jacob asked.
"Well, I witnessed when she was crying on the steps; and when she got back to Hogwarts and kissed James. But everything else, they told me about. That's what I loved about them. I used to invite them to tea sometimes and they actually had the time to ask me how I was. However, I was very professional and graded them fairly in classes. But they didn't mind. It would seem that James and Lily were happy and stronger together." She paused to take another sip of her tea. However, Harry took this as a chance to say something.
"My Dad paid for my grandmother to live and my Aunt still hated him and his offspring?!"
McGonagall thought about this and nodded. "What one of my jobs is I go to Muggleborns homes and tell them give them their Hogwarts letter and explain to them and their families about the magical world. So, I had the chance of meeting Petunia Evans. And, oh boy, was she jealous of her sister. It seemed that it would never go away. She declined Lily's offer of being her maid of honor. She did not even attend the wedding. She was off with that oaf of a man they call a human." The Grangers and Harry smiled at McGonagall's disgust of Harry's former "family". "She was very ungrateful and I never saw her again.
"When you were born, you were the most precious little baby. I had the honor of coming to the Potters' home just after you were born to meet you. You had Lily's bright, green eyes and James' tuft of black hair. You were a quiet baby, but when you wanted something, you made it known." They all chuckled.
Hermione looked at her husband and saw that he was crying. She squeezed his hand for reassurance and he accepted the gesture, returning the pressure.
"Whatever your relatives told you about your parents not caring about you was absolutely wrong. I could see the brightness of Lily's eyes lighting up more as she took care of you. She was so happy to be a mother. And James-oh, James!" she laughed. "He didn't know what to do with you! He would run back and forth to you as you cried. He would pick you up and when you stopped, he would put you down again. He would walk away to talk to me or Lily and then you would start up again; and he would run back to you. But he never complained. Not once. He was happy to hold you."
Harry smiled, listening firsthand that his parents loved him and wanted him.
"And then that day came," she said sadly. "A Dark Lord in our world hated muggleborns, halfbloods, and purebloods that were not with him. They call them 'blood traitors'. Your father and his family were 'blood traitors', so he went after your family. And on Halloween night, nineteen eighty-one, they were murdered by him. He used the Killing Curse. No one has ever survived that until then. One person is said to have. You."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Me?!"
"Yes, Harry, it is said that you survived it because your mother gave up her life for you. It was her love that saved you."
Harry smiled. He didn't know that people could do that. Give up their lives for someone else because they love them so much. 'I would do it for you, Harry,' came Hermione's voice.
'I would do it for you, too, Hermione,' he replied back with a smile.
"Your parents would be proud of you, Harry. You got away from your relatives and found yourself a family," McGonagall said with a smile.
Harry nodded. "Thank you for telling me about them."
"You're welcome, Harry. Now, I would like to give you two your Hogwarts letters a little early. I wanted to do this because I also have some books."
Hermione brightened up at "books". McGonagall reached into her bag that was on her shoulder and pulled out four books. Harry looked at the titles, but didn't read them. He didn't know how. Charlotte and Hermione had been helping him. Since Hermione was a big fan of reading and books, Harry had the ability to read just a little because of the Bond.
Hermione took them from his hands and leafed through them. She couldn't wait to read them. Then the Headmistress pulled out two old-looking envelopes and gave them to the two. They took them gratefully. Hermione ripped hers open and read it aloud so that Harry could hear what it said.
"'Dear Mrs. Potter-'" She stopped short when she read her new moniker.
"You are married," McGonagall reminded her.
She nodded and smiled at Harry. Then she continued,
"'We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
"'Yours sincerely,
"'Minerva McGonagall
"'Deputy Headmistress'"
Hermione smiled and looked at Harry, who was also smiling.
"Of course, you don't start until next year," McGonagall said. "Well, I must go. Read those books. I will try and keep in contact with you." She stood and they nodded. Jacob and Charlotte walked her out of the house.
Harry sat on his bed in his room reviewing what had just happened before with McGonagall. His parents had loved him. He now had proof that they had loved him. Sure, Charlotte had told him that she and Jacob had met his parents. But this was from someone who knew her for half his parents' lives. They didn't leave him for dead on his relatives' doorstep. To be beaten. Neglected. Hated. Unloved.
'Harry, don't worry about it anymore,' came Hermione's soft and soothing voice in his head. 'It's over. Come in my room. I'll read you some of this stuff about magic.'
'Okay,' he sent back and left his room. He arrived in Hermione's. She was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, with a giant, brown tome in her lap. He sat next to her and kissed her lips.
"Hey, Harry."
"Hey," he replied leaning back on the headrest. Hermione leaned back as well, resting her head on his shoulder. Harry tensed up, she had never done this. He stared at her, wondering what to do. He just went with his instincts. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her to him.
She smiled and looked up at him. He returned her a small, boyish one. She read to him what was in the book. Harry followed with her, trying to figure out how to read better.
Magic was...interesting. He could say that. It flowed through their veins in their blood. When their blood boiled from anger, an accidental magic incident would occur. However, they were not up to trying this. It was the same when they got excited.
After a while, they got tired of reading and Hermione got out of Harry's grasp to lay on her back at the foot of the bed. Harry laid on his stomach with his head on his arms. He sighed. "There's so much to learn about it."
"Yeah, I still can't believe I'm a witch!" Hermione said almost disbelievingly.
Harry looked at her and smiled. "I can believe I am. I always knew I was different. The Durselys didn't like me for a reason and I always wanted to know what that was. And now I know. It's because I'm different," he said sadly.
Hermione turned onto her side and rubbed a hand over his back, soothing him. "They were just jealous. They were jealous because you had an amazing power and could probably turn against them."
"I would have if I had known. But that's not what I'm supposed to do," he said with a solemn look, gazing ahead.
"What do you mean?" she asked confused.
"I have the power to kill them with a single spell, according to this book. And no matter how cruel they were to me, how much they hurt me, how close I came to dying because of them; they don't deserve to die. No one does," he said truthfully.
Hermione stared at him. He hated his relatives for what they did, but believed they should be spared.
"If anything, they should spend it in prison or jail, thinking about what they have done. They should live with their mistakes and make the time for it. It's what they deserve."
He was right. They should. "You're right, Harry. They should think about how they tortured a young, innocent boy. Told him how his parents hated him and beat him. You can be ordinary now, Harry."
"What if I'm not? What if my destiny is not to become ordinary? What if I'm destined to become something bigger than that? What if I'm destined to be extraordinary?"
She smiled at him and nodded. "You're right. There's nothing ordinary about you. You're an extraordinary being, Harry."
"I feel like I'm destined to do great things. I know I probably sound conceited-" she broke him off.
"After what you've been through, you can not be conceited," she protested. "What if you're destined to do great things? I believe you are. You are going to change the world, Harry. I know it. You're going to take on the world."
"I will...only if you're next to me the whole time," he said with a smirk.
Hermione gave him one back and replied, "Always." She kissed his lips briefly.
Harry thought about what that feeling was. Was he supposed to change the world? Was he supposed to do great things? Was he supposed to be extraordinary?
Hermione seemed to think so. She had that about her. She looked deep down into people's souls and gave them compassion. Some of it, through the Bond, was rubbing off on him. Hermione could tell that.
He liked to explore the house a lot. He knew every inch of it, but he still liked to look around. It felt nice to walk around since he had lived in a cupboard for six years.
Christmas was coming and Harry had heard about the present tradition. The Durselys used to give presents to each other on the twenty-fifth of December every year. Harry had to stay in his cupboard and listen to the crinkling and ripping of the wrapping paper. Then Dudley's excited yells of getting what he wanted. Then angry shouts of not getting all he wanted.
Harry did not know what to get everyone for Christmas. He did not want them to get him anything.
"Why not?" they had asked.
"Because..." he paused for a bit of an effect. "...you three have done so much for me. Just saving me is the best Christmas present anyone could ever ask for. Taking me in was...even better. I can't take anything else from you. That would be too selfish of me."
"Harry, if you ever call yourself that again, I'm going to strangle you," Hermione said with a smile, making them all laugh.
"You do not have to get me anything. Please, your love is all I need," he said with a smile.
They left it at that, but secretly they wanted to get him something. He deserved a first Christmas present.
Harry was stressing out on what to get them. He did not have any money, so the next best thing was to make them something. He had heard about how young children used to give their parents their handprints on a slab of rock, painted. Harry did not know how to do that; or where to get a slab of rock. So, he went with the next best thing, a piece of paper and paint.
He painted his hands with red paint and slapped them onto a piece of white paper. On the bottom, he wrote, "Merry Christmas! Love, Harry" in green paint. He was proud of it. He hoped the Grangers would like it.
He just did not know what to get for Hermione. He had never had money before. He wanted to get her something special. Something that made her feel beautiful. She did not think she was. But Harry thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
It was not until Jacob brought him to the grocery store to get groceries; as the women went Christmas shopping; did Harry get an idea. He saw the gumball machine at the front of the store. He asked Jacob if he could have a coin. Jacob gave it to him and Harry went to the gumball machine. He placed his coin in and twisted the knob. Clink! went the plastic hitting the metal. Harry smiled and opened the flap, the plastic ball rolling into his hand. He opened it and grinned at the emerald-green ring inside. He hoped she would like it.
Christmas Day came and the two children ran downstairs that morning to the tree, where presents wrapped in red, green, and gold lay nestled. They could not stop giggling. Harry's present for the Grangers lay in a flat, long envelope. Hermione's lay in a square box; with the ring still in the plastic ball.
The Grangers were already in the living room, drinking their coffee casually. "Merry Christmas!" they chanted.
"Merry Christmas!" the two returned.
It was Harry's first real Christmas since he was a baby and they decided to let him open his presents first. However, Harry did not want that. He would rather them to open theirs first. When he insisted, they complied, giving in and telling him they will go one at a time. First Hermione, then Harry, then Charlotte, and last Jacob. He was not surprised they got him gifts, however, he felt as if he did not deserve them.
Hermione's first present was from her mother. She gasped as she saw what it was. Emma by Jane Austen. She had wanted to read it so bad, but with everything that had happened to Harry, they could never find time to go to the library. Next was Harry's present from the elder Grangers. He smiled as he unwrapped it. It was a scarf. It seemed to be a simple gift, but what was on it made it seem like a luxury item.
It was a red, woolen, knitted scarf that had strings on the bottom. On it was his name, written in gold, script lettering. It looked very fancy. Harry wanted to cry at the gift. Instead, he put it around his neck and it immediately felt warm. He smiled and hugged them. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," they said back.
Next came Charlotte. Her gift was from Jacob. It was a gold necklace with a diamond hanging from it. She gasped as she saw it. "Jacob!" He grinned and took it from the box and put it around her neck. She felt the coolness against her chest of the metal. She gave her husband a kiss.
Next was Jacob. He got a gold watch from his wife. On the back of it said, "To my darling, Love Charlotte. I love you." He put it on right away.
Harry smiled when he saw Hermione grabbing for her next gift. It was from him. She opened the box and pulled out the plastic ball. She looked confused for a moment and then smiled as she saw there was something in there. She opened it up and dropped the ring into her hand.
"I-I saw it not long ago when your dad and I went grocery shopping. I-I-I w-was stressing out of what to get you. I don't have any money and your dad gave me a coin to do the gumball machine. When I first saw it, I knew it was what I wanted to get you. I-I-I-I h-hope you like it," he said stuttering nervously looking away from her face.
Hermione was crying. 'Harry, look at me.' He looked up at her and frowned.
'Why are you crying? You don't like it?'
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Of course, I love it, Harry. I'm crying because I love it.' She threw her arms around his neck. Harry staggered backwards, but caught himself and then wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. She pulled back and kissed his lips briefly.
The Grangers smiled at the two. Charlotte's turn came again. Hermione handed her the envelope from Harry. She looked confused, but Harry did not see as he was looking anywhere else but the two of them.
They gasped as they pulled it out. He gave them a crooked smile. "My cousin once gave my aunt and uncle a ceramic imprint of his handprints for Christmas one year and they loved it. I did not know how to do it and I wanted to give one to you, so I did that. I-I hope you like it," he ran his hand through his hair.
Charlotte had a tear rolling down her cheek. She gave it to Jacob and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him to her. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him as she cried. "Thank you so much, Harry. I love it."
When they parted, Jacob hugged him as well. "We'll frame it," he said with a smile as he let the boy go.
They all thought that was a good idea.
After presents, they had breakfast. A wonderful feast of eggs, ham, bacon, biscuits, and toast. It was a perfect beginning for a perfect day.
With Harry's new family.
TBC...
Hey, sorry about the wait. Loads of homework. I also have 2 do a 36-page scrapbook about The Great Gatsby by Wednesday. I'm like on page 6 or 7. Haha. It should be easy though. I got a picture of Emma Watson from a magazine I'll probably put on there as like a party member from Gatsby's party. Haha. And I'm just now seeing that I misspelled "George". I 4got the 2nd "g". And its taped on there. Shit. FML. Haha.
The Great Gatsby really was a wonderful book. We had 2 read it for English class. It's like a soap opera.
Well, guess wat?! I'm like 1/4 done with the next chapter of Found. After sooooo long! Sorry about that. Haha. I'm at a writer's block at the moment for it tho. I just recently found Martian Child at my local Barnes & Noble's, and I have a good scene in mind, but its for when Lily is older.
I want to start a new story about a girl Harry and Hermione adopt. This time its from an orphanage and the girl is about five or six. I'm reluctant tho b/c I don't want to make it seem like all I write about is them 2 with a daughter. I just like writing about it. I got the idea from Martian Child. If you have not seen that movie, I highly recommend it. I cried in it...twice! Haha. The ending is phenomenal! And I'm pissed it got bad ratings. It's still good!
The part where Harry questions himself if he is extraordinary is inspired by Kyle XY which I was watching on my laptop at the time. Haha.
This has nothing to do with anything. I just wanted to get to 5,000 words. Haha. WHOA! That was exactly 5,000 words! Awesome!
Anyway, enough with my rambling.
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