Wait, what just happened? Did this story just get a new chapter? But... it's finished.
Finished or not, this story has a lot of "What If?" scenarios attached to it. And a rather open ending that may be in need of an epilogue. And a lot of weird ideas that ended up being jumbled into this story. So I have made the decision to start a new story, titled What If? to cover these questions. Chapters will range from the obvious "What if Harry got the letters on time?" to the humor-bound "What if Fred and George found the letters?"
Enjoy this snippet of chapter one, then jump over to What If? (link wouldn't work, just visit my profile) to read the rest of it!
What If Harry Got His 15th Birthday Letter on Time?
Harry set the letter down carefully, nodding his head. "Okay," he said. "Okay." After exhaling, and rereading part of the letter, he got off the couch to find Sirius. It was his fifteenth birthday, and he'd just finished reading his letter. He still couldn't believe his mother had once been friends with Snape, the horrible potions teacher at Hogwarts.
"Sirius?" he called, waving the parchment.
"What is it?" Sirius asked, walking out of his room. When he wasn't at Hogwarts, Harry could be found living with Sirius in a small, two-bedroom apartment just outside of London. As long as he could remember, Harry had lived with his beloved godfather, expect for one torturous week a year when he was sent to his aunt and uncle. After begging a pleading, Sirius was granted a trial for his accusation of betraying Lily and James Potter, and was found innocent, and given guardianship of Harry. Dumbledore had not been pleased, but the offer of sending Harry to his relative's for one week every year had quickly appeased him.
"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"Tell you about what?" Sirius said, leaning over to read the letter. Harry slid his thumb over the bottom of the page, where the p.s. read Tell him I said sorry. "Ah… nasty slimeball. Can't see why Lily was ever friends with that one."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Well, it's not my story to tell."
"You were there."
"Why didn't you tell me Mum and Snape used to be friends?"
"Because they weren't when she died. Happy?"
"No." Harry pulled the letter back toward himself. He looked at the p.s. He would have to do something about that.