Mrs Weasley bustled around in the kitchen, making breakfast. Knowing Ginny as she did, they four children would be up early, and sure enough, she heard a shriek and a thump, signaling that Ginny had just woken Hermione, this was followed by a large splash, a muffled yelp, some yelling and the pitter patter of running footsteps. She smiled faintly, Harry and Neville were up to it seemed, they had probably woken up Ron also. Mrs Weasley felt herself frown, Ron.

Ginny had been sending letters back home frequently, often telling tales of Damian's cruel pranks and his irritating friends, going as far as to describe Ron as a 'lap dog'. Mrs Weasley had reprimanded her daughter on the description, she would not tolerate her children insulting each other. However, upon viewing Damian and co exiting the train, she had been forced to wonder how accurate her daughter's description was.

Another thing that concerned Molly Weasley was the relationship between Ginny and Ron, when the two were younger, they had been perfectly amiable towards each other. Yet now, at the age of eleven going on twelve, the two were constantly at each other's throats. She guessed it was partially due to the relationship between Harry, Damian and Ginny. Ginny was fiercely loyal to her friends, and just plain fierce to her enemies. Ginny had instantly disliked Damian, and upon meeting Harry, her dislike for the boy had intensified. Harry visibly disliked his brother, and Mrs Weasley had a sneaking suspicion that he didn't like any of his family that much. Ginny hadn't said much in her letters, but what she had said was enough to get that much.

The four children ran downstairs, looking suspiciously innocent. They were closely followed by Ron. The boy's mouth and the surrounding skin was a bright pink, as though something had been ripped from there. The boy's ankles were in a similar state. He was sporting a curly black mustache, long eyebrows, glasses and nose hair. The boy was scowling and Mrs Weasley saw a thick black permanent marker sticking from Ginny's pocket. She shook her head but decided not to comment.

"breakfast dears?" She asked,

"yes please!" chirped Ginny, Mrs weasley loaded up the children's plates,

"Thanks Mrs Weasley!" Harry smiled,

"how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Molly!" she cried,

"Of course Mrs Weasley." Harry said with an angelic smile.

"Thanks Mrs Weasley!" Hermione and Neville said, the five children silently ate their breakfast. Mrs Weasley smiled, noticing that they were all in their pyjamas. Once they were finished, Ginny asked,

"can we open our presents now Mum?" At her consent, the five children rushed off. Mrs Weasley let out a small laugh, before starting the washing up.

Ron was confused.

Very confused.

Damian, his best friend, had said that his brother Harry was the next Dark Lord. He would know, of course, he did defeat the last one, after all. Yet, Ron had spending the Holliday with Harry and his friends, and he didn't seem very Dark Lordish to him. In fact, he didn't seem at all Dark Lordish. He seemed like a normal, albeit slightly insane, kid.

Damian had also said that Neville was a clumsy fool. Yet that discription didn't seem accurate either. Neville was clumsy, but he was by no means a fool. The boy seemed very smart, with a passion for Herbology.

Then there was Hermione. Damian had repeatedly called the girl a friendless know it all. Yet Hermione seemed anything but friendless. Harry, Ginny and Neville all seemed very attached to her, and he could tell it wasn't because she was doing their homework, none of them needed her help in school work. He just didn't get it.

He felt a bitter feeling in his chest. None of his friends would ever stand up for him. Not even Damian, and Ron had known him for years. He felt a longing for friends he could rely on.

But Damian was the boy who lived after all.

"Thanks Mrs Weasley!" Cried Harry, pulling on his Ravenclaw-blue hand knitted jumper,

"Thanks Mrs Weasley!" Neville and Hermione smiled, tugging on jumpers of their own,

"it's quite alright." Said Mrs Weasley, smiling at the children. Suddenly the fireplace went green and out stepped Mr and Mrs Potter, followed by Damian.

"Molly!" Cried Mrs Potter, "just thought we'd drop in to wish you a-" Lily Potter froze, eyes fixed on Harry, "Harry?" Mrs Weasley cleared her throat,

"Harry was invited round for Christmas Lily," she said with a smile, Lilly nodded faintly, Mr Potter stepped forwards.

"Merry Christmas Molly." He smiled, eyes fixed on Harry, "do you mind if we borrow our son for a minute?"

"I'm not your son." Harry said, fists clenching, James Potter shook his head,

"Harry," he said in a warning tone, "we've went over this, me and Lily are your parents, whether you like it or not."

"You're lying." Harry hissed,

"What are you talking about?" James Potter asked,

"Don't play dumb with me." Harry snapped, "I went to Gringotts." James Potter opened and closed his mouth repeatedly for several seconds, "Imagine my surprise, when I, the first born Potter, had been disowned." The room was silent, you could've cut the tension with a knife, "Making my dear brother, heir to the Potter fortune. I suppose I should have known this was coming."

"you're still our son." James Potter finally spoke, "this doesn't mean we love you any less, you know that, don't you Harry?" Harry stared at them,

"we can give you money, if you need it!" Lily Potter spoke,

"I don't care about the money!" Harry shouted, feeling something inside him break, "I care that I am once again, ranked second, to him!" He pointed at his brother, "when will I stop being punished because I didn't destroy the Dark Lord when I was a baby? What do I have to do, tell me! I'll do it."

"you're not ranked second Harry!" Cried Lily, "we love you both the same." Harry felt a tear trickle down his cheek, and knew, that any hopes of being with his family were gone,

"How could you?" He asked, "you don't even know me."

"We can give you money Harry, please don't act like this, your our son, that's all we need to know." Lily Potter whispered,

"But I'm not your son, remember, you disowned me. I don't even need your money. When Sirius Black died protecting me and Damian, he had named me heir to the black fortune. He was a better parent then either of you were, and I don't even know him."

"Harry, please." Lily whispered,

"Don't you 'Harry please' me." Harry said, "I've spent my nights since the age of one and a half crying myself to sleep, and asking for 'mummy' since I could talk. I don't care about you anymore." He turned to leave,

"And, by the way, my names Harold Sirius Black. Not Potter." Harry said before he left. He reaslised that the room was empty, Mrs Weasley must have got everyone to leave. He found them all in the kitchen, he forced on his brightest smile and walked in,

"sorry about that!" He grinned, Ginny clapped her hands,

"Presents!" She cried, before running into the living room, everyone else followed,

"are you ok Harry dear?" Said Mrs Weasley, she had heard a lot of the conversation between Harry and his parents,

"I'm fine Mrs Weasley, sorry."

"what for?" Asked Mrs Weasley, frowning

"I've ruined Christmas." Harry muttered

"No you haven't!" Said Mrs Weasley, "anyway, it's still early." She smiled, glancing at her watch, which had just struck nine in the morning, "go open your presents." She said, giving Harry a gentle push. The boy smiled, a small, genuine smile, before running into the living room to join his friends.

TBC

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