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Harry was awoken by his bedroom door being opened. Years of being hit if he hadn't gotten up fast enough had made Harry a light sleeper. Cracking an eye to see who had woken him, he saw a tiny little red head, trying to shut his door without making any noise. Smiling to himself he closed his eye, and laid in wait.

Ivy seeing that her brother hadn't woken up knew she had to be quiet if she wanted to get him. She like her father loved to play pranks, but only being four years old, couldn't do much more than scare people. Which was what she was attempting this morning.

Tip toeing, she made her way over to his bed. Seeing him not moving she assumed he was still asleep. Being as gentle as possible, she climbed on to his bed pausing every couple of seconds just to be careful. Once she was all the way on she crouched down getting ready to strike, when it happened.

Harry feeling her on his bed had guessed she was going to try and jump on him. So when he felt her get ready to jump, he turned the tables on her. Faster than she knew what was going on he grabbed her and started tickling her.

"You wouldn't try and scare your big brother would you?"

"N-no," she gasped.

"Because if you were I'd have to tickle you like this all day," he said, not really sure if she could hear him between her laughter and attempts to escape.

"P-please st-stop I was-sn't trying to scare you," she said as tears started to form in her eyes from the laughter.

Seeing this he let her go not wanting to make her sick. As she lay there panting he couldn't help but think of the past week and a half since she and Iris had come home.

She hadn't been home thirty minutes before she had tracked him down to ask if he would read with her. Having no problem with it he had accepted. Ever since she had been attached to his side, asking for him to read to her, teach her to cook, even trying to get him to take her for a ride on his broom. Long story short, Harry had become her new play thing.

Harry only wished things were going as well with Iris. Where Ivy had latched on to him, Iris seemed to avoid him. At meal times he would try and make conversation, but would only receive the most basic answers she could give. He really didn't know what to do.

Seeing that Ivy was almost back to normal he asked her, "So if you weren't going to scare me then what were you up to then?"

"Um... I was sleep walking," she answered, with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah I'm sure you were," his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Really! Didn't you hear me snoring," she said her tiny features full of conviction.

"She is going to be so much trouble when she gets older," Harry mumbled to himself. "Sirius helped you come up with that as a way to get out of trouble didn't he?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure?" He wiggled his fingers at her like he was going to tickle her again, while waiting for her answer.

Seeing his fingers she panicked and blurted out the truth, "Yes he told me people would think it's cute."

"Wel-," started Harry, only to be cut off by an upset hoot. Following where the hoot had come from they saw that they had woken up Hedwig. Her amber eyes looking as if she was trying to set them on fire with her glare.

When Ivy saw that they had upset her she let out a gasp, as she ran over to the owl. "Oh Hedwig, I'm sorry did we wake you," she asked, while stroking the owls feathers. "How about you come make breakfast with me and Harry?"

Hedwig had become something of a family mascot since Harry had brought her home. Ever since the first time Ivy and Iris had saw her they hadn't been able to look at her without touching her. Not that Hedwig minded, she seemed to think that an owl as amazing as she was deserved all the attention she was receiving.

Hedwig being cranky after being woken turned her head when Ivy had asked her to join them in the kitchen. Harry seeing this knew how to get her to come around.

"Ivy leave Hedwig alone. She doesn't want to be bothered right now."

Hearing this Ivy turned away from the bird looking dejected, until she saw her brother wink at her.

"Beside if Hedwig stays here, that means we get her share of the bacon," he said in a stage whisper.

They knew his words had gotten to the bird when they heard the sound of wings beating, and saw her take off out the window.

"I need to get dressed, and then I'll be down to help make breakfast," he told the little girl. "I bet by the time you get down there Hedwig will already be there."

Nodding her head at his words, she dashed over and jumped on his bed. Giving him a big hug and a peck on the cheek, she left without a word, hoping that Hedwig wasn't to upset with her.

Shaking his head at the little girl's antics, he rolled out of bed and made his way to his closet.

S2ndC

Walking into the kitchen, he found he had been right about Hedwig being there. She was currently being given bacon by Ivy.

"See," he said pointing to Hedwig, "give her a little bacon and she's a happy camper."

"You're a good girl, aren't you," asked Ivy in a baby voice.

All the response she received from Hedwig was a hoot between bites, which somehow sounded like a yes.

"So are you helping this morning or are you watching," he asked as he started to pull out what he would need to cook.

"I want to play with Hedwig."

"Alright," he chuckled, knowing how much she enjoyed it when Hedwig would hoot answers to her questions.

The only sound in the kitchen after that was of Ivy's giggles and chatter, and the hooted responses of Hedwig. Not for the first time since getting his second chance, his chest filled almost too bursting levels with love. He knew that to protect her and the rest of his family wheatear they were as loving to him as Lily had been. Or if they were cold and distant like Iris, he would protect them.

Before his thoughts could go down the dark path of what he would do to anyone who messed with his, the sound of someone entering the kitchen reached his ears. Turning he found it to be iris.

"Morning Ivy, morning Wig," she yawned.

Harry watched as she gave Ivy a peck on the forehead, before sitting on the other side of Hedwig, giving her another piece of bacon. Seeing both of his sisters interacting with his owl, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Seeing this Iris narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What are you laughing about," she asked flatly.

"I just think it's funny you like my owl better than me." His amusement carrying over into his voice.

Before Iris could reply Hedwig gave Harry a reproachful hoot.

"Sorry Hedwig, you know I love you," said Harry, as he started to set the table.

"That should show you why I like her better than you." She told him while giggling at Hedwig.

Harry gave her a questioning look, partly to see what she meant, but also because that had been the most she had said to him since he had told her about the dream.

Answering his unasked question she told him, "She has a better personality than you. Its only natural I'd like her better."

"And how would you know that. Every time I've tried talking to you, you say as little as you can then leave the room. If your answers to me were to get anymore basic you'd be grunting at me," he said.

"That's not true," she replied not sounding as sure as she thought she should.

"Really? Well than tell me this, since the day you hit me what's been the longest conversation we've had?" After giving her a second to think about it he continued, "If you don't want to answer that then tell me the longest you've been in a room with me that didn't involve sitting down for a meal?"

He waited for her to reply but after a few minutes he figured that she was going to revert back into her old habits of keeping quiet around him. Deciding that pushing her wasn't going to help anything he let the subject drop.

It wasn't until after he had asked Ivy to go fetch their mother for breakfast that Iris spoke again.

"You can't really blame me for not wanting anything to do with you," she said softly. "You've done nothing to ever make me want to give you a chance. How do I know that you're not trying to trick us?"

As he laid the last of their meal on the table he walked over and sat beside her in the same seat that Hedwig was currently sitting on the back of. Slowly he took her hand in his, ignoring her flinch when his skin meet hers. "I honestly don't know why you should trust me." His emerald eyes meeting hers, trying to convey the truth of his words to her. "I've not given you any reason to trust me. But that won't stop me from trying to make up for my past wrongs. I've already started to mend the bridges I've burnt with the others, and I promise that I'll do the same with you."

Lily and Ivy walked into the kitchen to see Harry and Iris holding hands. Had she not seen their eyes she would have said that it was a romantic moment. But seeing the two sets of eyes that were exactly like her own, she realized that Iris seemed to be passing judgment on Harry. Silently getting Ivy's attention she put a finger to her lips showing that she should be quiet. Together mother and daughter sat at the table and waited for the siblings to finish.

Both knew that they weren't alone in the room anymore, but neither let go or looked away. After some time Harry guessed Iris saw what she wanted, because she gave his hand a small squeeze before letting go and turning to their mother.

"Good morning you two," said Lily, knowing it was best not to ask what had just happened. "Your father had to go in early so he won't be joining us." Giving a wave of her wand his plate put itself away.

"How are you this morning mom," he asked as he started serving himself.

"I'm fine, thank you. How about yourself?"

"I actually have a question that's been bugging me all night," said Harry a look of annoyed on his face.

"What is it?"

"Well the other day you said something about casting spells in different languages." He was careful not bring up his ability to talk to snakes in front of Iris. He had asked the others to not say anything ether. He wanted to tell her after they had gotten to know each other better. "I was curious as to what you meant, so I went looking in the library and found that there are many languages to use to cast spells. In fact the only language that doesn't seem to have any spells is English. Why hasn't anyone tried making them in English and why doesn't Hogwarts teach us more than just Latin spells?"

Lily hearing her son's curiosity couldn't help but be happy. She had wondered the same things at one point, but not until well after she had graduated. "First there are in fact spells in English," she said smiling at the surprised look on his face and the interested one on Iris. "Think about it like this, if you're in a duel and your opponent calls out a spell in Latin, the chances of you knowing what the spell does are quiet low. That is unless you know of the spell yourself." Pausing to see if ether of her children had a question, seeing that neither did she continued. "Now if they call a spell in English, it will most likely give away what it is the spell does, giving you a better chance at countering the spell. That's the main reason why people most of the time don't learn spells in their own language."

"But that shouldn't matter," replied Harry. "If they use silent casting it wouldn't matter what language the spells in."

"You've been in mine and your fathers, sixth year spell books haven't you?" She had a huge smile on her face at seeing his sheepish look at her question.

"I may have taken a glance or two at them," he said, looking at his plate. Truth was he had already studied the subject in his sixth year, but he couldn't tell her that.

"It's fine honey. I doubt you'd be able to do anything in them just yet, but I don't mind you looking at them," she told him, with a sweet smile on her face. "Now as you said silent casting would eliminate the problem of telecasting the spells you cast in English. However most people never master the ability. It requires the upmost focus of one's mind to cast without incantation."

"If it's so hard to do that most people can't do it, then why try and teach it at all," asked Iris? She was always happy to learn anything involving magic. Especially now that she was just a little over a year away from going to Hogwarts.

"Well to put it honestly people are lazy," said Lily bluntly.

"Wha... "

"What I mean is that if they don't at least force people to study it a bit, then they most likely never will. Take becoming an animagus for an example. Not only is becoming an animal a useful skill for protecting oneself, but as an animal you can gather information from enemies, and talk to other animals of the same species. My form is a tiger, so I can talk to all felines."

Hearing what he could do as an animagus, Harry could hardly wait to take the potion to find out what his form would be. Before he could think too much on the advantages of being an animagus Lily continued her speech.

"What I'm trying to say is that being an animagus is a skill that is very much worth learning. But because of how hard it is to become one and the facts that they don't train you to become one at school, most don't bother to learn it."

"I get it," stated Harry. "You're more likely to learn something if you're forced to study it than you are to go out and learn something that you have no experience with."

"Exactly," said Lily.

"So why not force students to learn different spell languages," asked Iris, not seeing why people wouldn't want to learn a wider range of spells.

"I'm not sure to be totally honest," she said giving them an apologetic look. "But if you really want to study different languages and their spells, there are bunches of books in the library that cover the subject."

"I can't wait to go to Hogwarts," Iris said, looking as if she was miles away. "I can't wait to cast spells."

"You don't have to wait that long," said Harry. He thought he saw a way to get on her good side. "Once you get your wand you can start casting at home."

"No you can't," said Iris quickly. Hearing him say that she could cast spells before Hogwarts had given her a glimmer of hope. She may not have ever of gotten along with her brother, but she knew that if someone would know a way to use magic outside of school without getting in trouble, it would be him. "The trace would tell if you did, and then you'd get kicked out of school."

"The trace doesn't tell if a person uses magic. It tells when magic is used around a person. If you're raised in a wizard's home you can use magic all you want. The only people that can't use magic outside of school is first generation witches and wizards," he finished, to a look of pure elation on Iris's face.

"Harry you know you're not supposed to use magic outside of school," said Lily.

"Oh mom come on," whined Harry. He knew he had to get her permission if he was going to be able to use magic at home. "You cannot tell me if you could have used magic at home when you were younger, that you wouldn't have."

Looking as sheepish as he had earlier she replied, "Yeah I guess you're right. But you won't be able to use magic outside of the house. And as for you Iris you'll have to wait until next year before you even get a wand."

"I don't mind if she uses mine," said Harry hoping he could score points with his sister.

It seemed to work because the look on her face could only be described as gob smacked. "You'd let me use your wand," she asked in a small voice.

"Yeah why not? I trust you not to break it. All that I ask is that when you use it make sure me or someone else is around," he told her with a smile on his face. It seemed that his plan might work.

"I... uh... thank you," she said shyly.

"No problem," chuckled Harry, "Now all we have to do is wait for it to show up." HIs wand had yet to arrive, and he was getting very impatient waiting on it.

"Can I use it," asked Ivy who had been strangely quiet up to now.

"Sorry lvy, but you're not old enough yet," he said but continued quickly when he saw her shoulder's drop at being told no. "But when I'm finish being grounded we can go flying on my broom together."

Ivy went from being sad at not being able to use a wand, to happy about being able to go flying with Harry, all the way back to sad at hearing her mother's next words.

"NO!" Said Lily quickly. "I'm sorry Ivy but I won't even let you ride with your father and he's the best flyer I know."

"Why can't she ride with dad?"

"Because he is the reason Iris is afraid of heights," growled Lily. "He took her up to soon and now she doesn't even like hovering on a broom."

"That's too bad," said Harry, not liking how sad Ivy looked. He sat there trying to think of a way to cheer her up when he thought of something she might like. "I haven't gotten you a birthday gift yet have I Ivy?"

"No mommy said you were too busy to get me one," she said sadly.

Lily and Iris both saw how much Ivy's words affected him. His eyes seemed to glow for a second, before he regained control of himself.

"Well I'm not busy now and I think I know the perfect gift for you," he told her.

"Really what is it," said Ivy eagerly.

"I'll tell you but I doubt you know what it is," he said with a smile. "It's a muggle toy called a trampoline."

"Harry I don't know if that would be such a good idea. It could be as dangerous as a broom," said Lily. She didn't like having to keep shooting down their plans, but she had to make sure Ivy didn't get hurt.

"Why not," he asked, knowing exactly why she would be worried about getting one. "All you would have to do is add a few charms to it and there wouldn't be anything harmful that could happen."

"What about cost, would you have enough for one?"

"You've been giving me an allowance for years. Besides for books and clothes I haven't spent a Knut," he said, while thinking about the expandable trunk full of money that was in his mokeskin pouch.

In his last life Hermione, Ron, and himself had to break into gringotts, to steal a Horicrux from the Lestrange vault. Hermione had come up with the idea of taking as much as they could, thinking that it would hinder Voldemorts war effort. They had taken five trunks with expansion charms on the insides with them. In the small amount of time they had spent inside they had cleared out almost the entire vault. When he died he only had one of the trunks on him, and it just so happened to be in his pouch.

"I don't know Harry, even if you do have the money it's still a lot to spend."

"Look at it like this; I haven't gotten anyone anything ever. This will be like one big gift for all the birthdays I've missed. I plan on getting you something big as well Iris. That's not including the doll I broke of yours."

"You broke one to," blurted Ivy, before putting a hand over her mouth as she realized what she said.

"What do you mean he broke one to? I've only have one that's broken, and Harry admitted to breaking it," said Iris.

'Oh shit! It wasn't me who broke her doll. What do I do,' thought a panicking Harry.

"Well I was playing with your dolls and I dropped one and its head broke," she said, her eyes filled with fear. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident."

"Its fine Ivy, but if something like that happens again tell me ok." Getting a nod from Ivy she turned to look at Harry. "Now... Why did you take the blame for breaking my doll if you didn't do it?"

"Well," he said, as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I kind of figured that Ivy might have had something to do with it. So I figured it wouldn't hurt to take the blame for it. Besides it seemed like you were looking for any excuse to yell at me, so I gave you one."

Shame washed over Iris at that moment. She had flipped out on him when he was covering for Ivy, and to make matters worse she had punched him. "Still you should have told me."

"I told you I was sorry and you hit me. What would you have done if I had said it wasn't me," chuckled Harry. It seemed he had somehow slipped by on this one.

"Wait," said Lily, her eyes going wide at what she heard. "You punched him? When did all this happen?"

"It's no problem mom, besides we all know I've done things in the past that deserved being hit for. As for when it happened, it was the same day as the talk about the dream."

"Harry I'm really sor-"she started only to be cut off.

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about," he stated firmly. "If I hadn't of been as bad of a person as I was in the past, you wouldn't have reacted that way."

"Are you sure? I hit you pretty hard," she asked. She was feeling worse about her behavior every second she spent with him. In just the small amount of time she had been around him this morning was showing her how much he had changed.

"Honestly I'm fine," he said as he got up and put his empty plate in the sink. "I'm going to go change, then head out for a run." With those words he left the room and the three females by themselves.

"He really is changing isn't he," Iris asked, her eyes not leaving the door he had gone out.

"Yes he is, and I'm happy that you're starting to see that."

S2ndC

It was after dinner and everyone was sitting in the living room doing their own thing. Harry had just finished reading a book to Ivy, when his father spoke to him.

"So I was talking to your mother, the way she tells it your asking questions that people who want to go into spell creation ask," stated James, as he looked over his glasses at his son. "Is that something you think you would be interested in?"

"I haven't really thought about it," replied Harry. "I do think it would be cool to create my own spells."

"It's a very hard thing to do," said Remus, who had overheard their conversation. "I have a dear friend who makes a living doing just that."

"Yeah I've guessed as much," said Harry. "I'm sure by the time I have to pick my classes in third year; I'll have changed my mind a couple of times on what I want to do."

Sirius was about to add his two cents, when an owl flew through the open window landing in front of Harry. It had a letter and a long thin box attached to its leg.

Harry knowing this must be his wand, he quickly relieved the owl of its load. Finishing its job it took off into the night, leaving the room in complete silence.

Forgoing the letter, Harry untied the string around the box. Slowly lifting the lid, every eye in the room landed on an ash white wand with runes running up it in a spiral pattern. As he picked it up no one expected the reaction he would get. Unlike when he had picked up the holly and phoenix wand he didn't feel warmth, but a powerful spark, that seemed to burst to life in him. Giving it a flick, blue, purple, and glowing white sparks flew halfway across the room, which left everyone with a tingling sensations.

"It's amazing," gasped Harry. He had always had a strong connection to his old wand, but this was something all together different.

"What's it made of," asked Sirius, he had always liked finding out what peoples wands were made of.

Not taking his eyes off his wand, Harry handed the letter to the person closest to him, who happened to be his mother. His attention only left his wand when he heard his mother gasp. Looking up she had her eyes fixed on the wand.

"It says that the parts for your wand are very rare and very powerful," whispered Lily, causing everyone to want to know what it was made of even more than before. "The wood is from a very old elder tree, which stands in the very center of the forbidden forest. As for the core, he says that your magic reacted strongly to two cores."

"Wait," said Sirius eagerly. "I've never heard of anyone having more than one core. How's it possible that his does."

"I don't know... but the cores are just as shocking as how many he has."

"Well stop dragging it out women! You're killing me here," cried Sirius, earning chuckles from around the room.

"The first is the tears of a basilisk."

Hearing this there was only silence. It was Iris who finally broke it. "What's a Basilisk?"

"It's called the king of serpents," answered Remus, who like the other adults were thinking about Harry's ability to talk to snakes. "They can grow to be 70feet long, can kill you if you look them in the eyes, and its venom has no known cure."

"Wow that must be a powerful core," said an impressed Iris. "What's the other one?"

"The letter says that it's a purple feather that gives off as much power as a phoenix feather, but that the energy is somehow different." At her words the already quiet room seemed to become more so.

"He didn't say what it was," asked James, voicing everyone's thoughts.

"No. Other than the description he gave, he said that it had been passed down his family line for generations." This statement left everyone one wondering how powerful the wand was, and by extension how strong Harry would be.

"Well pup it seems you've got one badass wand there," said Sirius breaking everyone out of their trances.

"Which spell are you going to cast first," asked an excited Iris. After the mornings events she had warmed up to Harry a great deal, even going as far as to sit and listen to him read to Ivy.

"I don't know may-" he was saying before James interrupted him.

"I agree with what your mother said that you told Iris this morning about using magic outside of school," said James, with a look that told he didn't want to say what he was about to. "However you're still grounded for the next couple of days. That means no magic, I'm sorry."

"Come on Prongs, cut him some slack. He went from being a stranger who caused trouble, to a good kid who gets up every morning to make breakfast for all of us," reasoned Sirius. "Besides your punishing him for being honest, how messed up is that?"

James was about to replied that he wasn't punishing him for doing the right thing but the wrong, when Harry cut in.

"Why don't we make a bet," he questioned James?

Raising an eyebrow he asked, "And what kind of bet is that?"

"If I can do any first year spell that you give me, on the first try I'm ungrounded," said Harry, knowing he could do any first year spell easily.

"Oh and how do you know that you could do any first year spells? As far as I know this is the first time you've had a wand in your hands."

"It is, but I've studied really hard. There's not a first year spell that I can't do."

"The last time I saw someone that confident was on the train in first year," sniggered Sirius. "The kid had a mop of messy black hair and wire thin glasses. He was a bit of a git if I recall correctly."

Everyone in the room chuckled at his words; they seemed to help James make up his mind.

"Alright, but since you're so confident you'll do one spell for me, Lily, Sirius, and Remus," said James, who was getting a bit excited to see if he could do what he said.

"Deal! Now whose going first," asked Harry, a cocky smile making its way on his lips.

"I will," yelled Sirius. "I want you to see you use a body-bind."

The words had barely left his lips before Harry's wand had flashed up to point in his face, followed by a whisper of "Petrificus Totalus,". The room became silent until the sound of Sirius's still form hitting the floor caused everyone to laugh.

"Did you really think asking to see a spell like that would end well," asked Harry.

Everyone in the room spent a few good minutes laughing at Sirius' expense. Ivy saw this as a good time to mess with him, tickling him like Harry had that morning.

"I think I'll call out my spell now," said Remus, who had finally stopped laughing. "I want you to end the spell on Padfoot."

With a muttered "Finite," Sirius was set free.

"I'm going to get you for that brat," threatened Sirius, though his face showed he was playing.

"You're doing very well," complemented James, taking his turn to try and stump Harry. "But now we see how you are at Transfiguration. I want you to turn a match into a needle." As he said this he conjured a match.

Pointing his wand at the match he said the incantation, easily turning it.

"You're doing great," giggled Lily, at seeing how well he was doing. "Now for your final test. I want you to use a levitation charm."

Hearing what his final spell was he couldn't help but smile at the thought of Ron taking down a troll with it. Pointing his wand at Ivy he said Wingardium Leviosa, at the same time he swished and flicked his wand.

Seeing what he was doing the adult's started panicking, worried he might hurt her on accident until they saw her slowly lift off the ground and in to Harry's arms, all the while giggling.

"So anything else," asked Harry, while he listened to Ivy ask him to make her fly again.

Lily rushed over to him engulfing him in a hug before anyone could answer. "That was amazing. It took me more than a few times to get that spell down. But you get it on the first try," she said happily, as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I have to agree with her," said James, pride clearly in his voice. "I've always been good at transfiguration but that spell took me an entire class to learn."

Hearing all the praise that Harry was receiving, Iris couldn't help but feel proud of her brother but also jealous of him. Not over the fact that he was so good at magic but that she would have to wait a year before she could start her training. Before she could think on it to long, she was brought out of her thoughts by someone shaking her gently. Looking up she found it to be Harry trying to get her attention.

"Here you go," he said, as he held out his wand to her handle first.

"What are you doing," she asked, hoping she wasn't misunderstanding.

"I told you this morning that I'd let you use it," he replied.

"Thank you," was her blurted response, as she crushed him in a hug, before taking the wand gently as if afraid she might break it.

With shaking hands, she whispered the only spell she knew she could do.

"Lumos"

As the spell took effect she looked at Harry. The light catching his eyes and hair, made it seem he was glowing with power. As she took in the sight she could think of only one way to describe him. 'Beautiful'

AN: I know it isn't as long as the last couple of chapters, but life for me has been so messed up as of late, I figured I better put this up before anything else happens to me.

I know we didn't see any dark Harry like I said, but next chapter he's going to go dark on someone who wronged him in the past life.

Also the most amount of time I'll take between chapters is a week and a half, which will most likely happen when Harry ends back up at Hogwarts.

Next chapter (most likely) : Animagus-Birthday party-grandparents-mean Harry

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