A/N: Before I start this next chapter I wants to once again thank LongLiveTheBloodyQueen for making the drawing that is the pride of my profile and story. Even after this long it still is a piece of art. Thank you again.
A/N: Harry Potter is not mine, This is a story from a fan.
(BSC 4 C2) C89 Harry brakes.
Harry Potter was sitting on the edge of the balcony at the highest tower of Potter castle. Which wasn't that hard because it only had one real tower, to begin with. He had his broom in his left hand while he was looking over the Peverell grounds that were surrounding the castle. His thoughts went back to the talk he had earlier that night. His whole family had come to dinner where he had told them all about the mark Bella had on her lower arm. It didn't surprise him that they all took her side and told her they didn't think differently about her. But one thing was clear to all of them. He Who Must Not Be Named was going to come back and it all would be happening at the end of this year. Harry had heard from his Grandmother and Zanita that there would be a Tournament held on Hogwarts. It was in that Tournament where he would have to take part in order to help Lord Voldemort to come back. Something that wouldn't take that much longer.
Sirius had been the only one who had started to cuss after he heard the story. But again that had been something everyone had expected.
The only one who didn't like it had been Harry, with every word Sirius screamed he took a step back. With every curse, he let out he took another step back. The fear he felt was slowly growing and he just couldn't handle it. The last one who had screamed like that had been his so-called uncle and it was just before the biggest beating of his young life. The swearing of Sirius had brought him back to that time and it made him feel that fear again. It finally took four words from Lily in the painting to calm Sirius Down. "I Will Neuter you".
It was right after those words that he said he would go flying around for a little while just to clear his head and he ended up on this edge just looking around. As he was sitting there on the edge he looked at all the land he had gotten from his parents. The parents he would never see again or hold again in his life. Just then he heard a little sound coming from behind him. It was a moment later that he heard his name being whispered. It was hard enough to make him look up and soft enough to not scare him. As he turned around he saw his second mother standing there calling him softly.
Isabella felt the pain and fear her adopted son was feeling the moment he ran for the door to get out and have a fly. She knew he had been lying but she had to let him go to have a little moment for himself. She went to the outside the moment he had closed the door and started to look around. She didn't see him with her eyes but she felt him circling around and up to the highest point of the castle. So she stepped back inside and went to the staircase that would lead her to him.
Sirius ran up to her and wanted to ask her what was happening. The response he got was a slap in his face as she rushed past him and up the stairs.
Sirius turned back to Amelia and wanted to ask her the same question but got another slap in the face without any explanation.
Isabella was now standing at the door to the balcony and softly opened the door as she stepped outside. "Harry, Harry, sweetheart how are you doing".
Harry could not answer her as he was slowly starting to sob. His shoulders were shaking but the only thing he could do was to look into her eyes. He knew as no other what he had to do now. He knew as no other what was hanging above his head the moment Lord Voldemort would return. But the only thing he wanted now was to be hugged like a seven-year-old boy who had just scraped his knee. The boy who would get a kiss on the bandage from his mother to make it all better.
He never had those kisses or even a gesture like that and it hurt him. The moment Sirius started to scream he wanted to run into his mother's arms like every scared little boy would do but she wasn't there. Astoria was standing in the arms of Isabella and he had nobody like he always had. Like it always had been, he was alone like he always was.
He looked up into the eyes of his mother and said. "I don't know mom. Everything is so hard and so much. Grandmother is doing everything she can at the school but I'm Lord Potter. I'm the one who everyone looks to when it all goes to hell. I also know what I have to do now when I'm entered in the tournament but I'm scared. It is a tournament where Participants have died competing. If that isn't enough I also have to face the one person who killed my parents And that all at the end of the tournament. Then if all goes well I still have to let him go and I can't even kill him if I ever could, that is".
Harry rubbed away his tears with the sleeve of his jumper as he looked up at his mother's eyes and started again. "What if it goes wrong. What if we changed too much and everything is different. What if I get killed in the tournament. What if I get killed by him the moment he is back".
Harry gazed at Isabella while his own eyes were filling themselves with tears. He wanted to say more but he just couldn't, his throat was blocked and it was just to hard to swallow. He did try but he just couldn't. Slowly his tears started to roll down his cheeks as he kept on opening his mouth and closing it. His breathing was getting faster and faster as he tried to say what he wanted to say.
Isabella stepped closer to him and started to rub her hand over his back. She knew that he had to tell them everything if he would ever get over his feelings of fear. Sirius had been the last one to push him over the edge and now she had to wait. She had opened up all of her feelings to just feel everything he felt. It was a hard job for her but she had to do it. After he had spilled everything he had in him she could still feel a lot of frustration that he was holding back. "Harry, we are here for you and we will always be here for you," Isabella told him softly but she felt his frustration and fear increase the moment she said it. so she took him into a hug and waited.
Harry felt the hug of his mother and wanted nothing more than to remain in those arms. But the hug gave him more than he ever wanted and he started to think. ^Why me, I'm here sitting in the arms of my mother in all but blood. And all I want is to feel the arms of my real mother hugging me just ones. How I wanted to know how she feels, smelled. How her breath rubbed my ear as she told me it would be okay".
Isabella told him something in his ear but Harry wasn't listening. The only thing he felt now was fear. Fear for what was to come, fear for what was, but most of all fear of what he thought and if he had to tell Isabella about it. The person who was his mother in all but blood. How could he tell her he wanted his own mum the one person he saw every day in the painting smiling at him^.
The two of them were standing on the balcony of the highest tower and hadn't seen the company that had gathered behind the door.
Harry was still resting his head against the bosom of his mother as he cried softly. It was that moment Isabella pulled him closer and gazed around her. In the doorway, she saw Bella, Minerva, and Daphne just standing there. The thing that made her blink were the tears they had in their eyes. The only thing they did was looking at Harry. Isabella looked down to the unruly set of black hair and wanted to say something. But the moment she opened her mouth she heard some mumbling coming from Harry.
"I don't know mom, I love you I really love you, but is it wrong of me that I want my own mum. I don't want to hurt you but I miss her so much. Every day I'm here I see her and she tells me she loves me. Every day you will hug me but I only want more and I really want a hug from my mum. But when I want that I think I'm hurting you and I don't want to".
Isabella knew that Harry was opening up. Sure he was mumbling but still the only one who ever came close to him to let him open up had been Bella. But for the first time, he let his guard down whit someone else. She could see how Bella wanted to rush to him and Daphne was about to say something, but the shake of her head told them to wait.
Harry was oblivious, of everything that was happening around him. As he was mumbling on with his head still pressed in the bosom of Isabella. "What do I have to do if I don't make it. How can I survive those test if I don't even know what they are? I don't want to die, I don't want to be without Bella or Daphne. I want to live but I'm afraid it will all go wrong".
The knees of Harry started to buckle and he slumped to the ground. Isabella who was still holding him went down with him as she slowly lowered him to the floor. As she went down she felt him losing the control of his emotions.
"I don't want to be beaten any more, I don't want to be afraid of everybody who starts to scream" Was the last thing Harry said before he really broke down.
Everyone around him knew what he meant by those last words. They knew all about the fear Harry got from the moment Sirius started to scream. It was the fear of a beating that mostly came with it.
It was this point Daphne and Bella could no longer control themselves. Both girls ran over to him and took him in a hug and hugged him for everything he was worth to them. Every kiss they gave him they filled with every bit of love they felt for him. But nothing seemed to be able to stop his crying as he went on and on. They rocked him, hugged him and even kissed him. Still, after ten minutes he kept on crying and it looked like he was really losing it all.
Minerva had enough and walked over to the two girls. Slowly she pulled the arms of Daphne away, it was then she went on to pull away the hands of Bella. Both girls wanted to rush back to Harry but were softly pushed into the arms of Isabella. It was now that Minerva sat down on the ground and pulled her grandson in her lap. She started to rock him back and forth as she softly started to sing O Danny boy.
The sobbing from Harry became quiet the moment he heard how the singing voice of his grandmother started to sing. His crying became soft but it didn't stop. Minerva gestured Isabella closer where she whispered something in her ear.
Isabella nodded and Pulled Bella and Daphne out of the doorway and into the stairway that was behind the door.
Minerva looked on as the three of them closed the door and left the tower. At least they made it look that way. She turned her eyes back to Harry and saw that he was still crying. So she started to sing her song again. At the start of another round of O Danny Boy Harry returned back to himself. At first, he started to say Sorry, Minerva shushed her grandson from doing it. she just rocked him as she sang on and thought about it all. Her little Cub had been through more than Many adults would have in their life. But then again the things he had done were nothing more than miracles. He had shown more magic then any other wizard had ever done and still he didn't realize he had done it. His love for others was so big that it made it possible for him to pull it off. And it was also this love that was the biggest problem. He didn't know it but he could love and he loved many people. But the one who really counted didn't get any of that love. He himself got nothing because he just couldn't love a freak.
Harry felt his tears subside and wanted to say something. He swallowed and tried to get rid of the lump he had in his throat. "I'm sorry Grandma".
Minerva looked down. "It is not your fault Harry. But why now, why tell us now you could have always told me. And what is all this about Isabella and your mother.
Harry gazed up at her with guilt and sadness in his eyes.
"Harry, you know I can hear your thoughts, and there is nothing wrong with you if you miss your mother. I just told Isabella what you were thinking about and she isn't mad, She will understand you if you just tell her".
Harry could do nothing else then swallow hard as he looked up at her.
Slowly his tears started to run down his cheeks again. Slowly he started to tell his grandmother everything but he didn't realize that Isabella, Daphne, and Bella were still standing behind the door. "It all started earlier this evening". It was now that Harry started to sob again. "As I told the story and Bella told her part I saw Bella sitting with Arabella. I also saw Isabella taking Astoria in her arms".
The sobs became heavier as Harry buried his head a little deeper into the shoulder of his grandmother. As I listened to all of you telling how you would be there for Bella I saw Tonks sitting close to Andromeda As Hermione found comfort in the arms of Emma. Sirius started to scream and Neville went to Grangran. Susan was at that time sitting with Amelia and I got scared. I looked for a place I could go but the only adult that was left was My mum and dad In the painting. So I stood by the wall getting further away from Sirius looking at my mum".
Minerva swallowed and pulled Harry closer.
"I looked at you and saw Daphney sitting on your lap so I gazed over to the painting. My mum was crying and had an outstretched hand pointed at me. I wanted to feel it, hold it, but I couldn't". Harry cried even more and it took him fifteen minutes to get calm again.
"It was at that moment that I realized what I really missed. Your Memories of my mother and father are the only ones I have beside her death. Everything else is nothing then lies. Everything else are just your stories and your memories of them. So when I think of them I think of you telling me those stories. It only tells me I have nothing of my own except the memories of her giving her life".
The words of Harry broke the hart of Minerva. She wanted to tell him it wasn't true but she couldn't. Everything he said had been true. Every story Harry had heard came from them and the only thing he had was the painting. Those were also all his memories he had. Memories of his painted mother and father. Sure he could talk to them but it was still a painting he was talking to, it would never be as good as the real thing. She looked at her grandson and heard him mumbling.
"It was also tonight that I realized that I really know nothing at all about them. I know what you all told me. But before I came here I didn't even know their names. It was here I heard they went into hiding but that was all. Did I have a room there, or was I sleeping in the same room as them? Was it big there, or small and where was it? Everybody in the wizarding world knows except me. I don't even know if they are buried, and if they are I don't know where".
Isabella looked at them around the door and said something to Minerva without a sound.
Minerva saw it and nodded.
Isabella nodded back and pulled Bella and Daphne along with her down the stairs.
Harry wanted to say something else but Minerva shook her head from left to right. He hesitated a little and when he talked his words came up short because of the feeling he got. It was a feeling of being squeezed through a tube. His grandmother had taken him along on a side along apparition but he didn't know where to.
With the red in his eyes from crying, he looked around himself. They were in an alleyway somewhere in England. At the other end of the alleyway stood Bella who was waiving them to come over. He smiled and got to his feet because his grandmother had apparated them while she was sitting. It took him the distance of the alleyway before he realized it. "Grandmother, how can you apparate while sitting down".
Minerva just smiled as she told him. "Later Cub, Later".
Harry smiled back and walked on to Bella. As he came closer he also saw Daphne and Isabella standing there. His head slumped down as he walked on to Isabella and stepped into her arms. "I'm sorry".
Isabella heard the words and pulled him closer as she held his head to her shoulder. "There is nothing to be sorry about Harry. I love you just as much as I did yesterday, maybe even a little more".
Harry snapped his head back and looked into her eyes.
Isabella just smiled and pulled him back as she kissed the top of his head. "I love you, my son".
Harry heard it and nodded "But I'm sorry mom, I really do love you".
A big smile appeared on the face of Isabella when she heard him say those words. "I know Harry, I know". Just knowing that he had come so far to tell her that he loved her and that he knew it, was all she needed to know.
*#*
Harry walked out of the alley and into the little street. He was arm in arm with his two girls. Isabella and Minerva were walking behind them and only told them to go left or right. As they walked on they looked through the street and waited for the right time when they were alone. It was at that time that Minerva told them to stop and listen.
The three of them stopped and looked at Minerva as she started to talk. "This is Godric's Hollow. This was the place where your parents went into hiding. It is the place where they lived".
"and died" Harry mumbled.
"And died," Minerva said apologetically. "This has been the residents of Ignotus Peverell and Bathilda Bagshot the author of Hogwarts a history. This has also been the place where the Dumbledore Family lived".
The look of attention turned into one of hate the moment Minerva told them about Dumbledore.
"You are telling me that, that dirtbag lived here, here at the same time Harry's Parents were here," Bella screamed.
Harry just looked at her and nodded.
Minerva was a little startled by the outburst of Bella. "Yes, he recommended this place to them".
Harry's eyebrows rose and Daphne started to count on her fingers.
Bella was taken back. "He lived here and recommended this place. So he knew all the ins and outs of this town. Does he still have a house here?" Bella just had to ask but was afraid of the answer.
"NO, his brother sold the place to start a business for himself," Isabella told Bella but kept the answer a little vague on purpose. "Some even say that Godric's Hollow was the first all wizarding town in England".
Daphne looked questionably at her mother but didn't say a thing. She just knew they were holding something back but didn't know what.
"They even said that Godric Gryffindor lived here but at that time this little town didn't have a name. Some even say he was the first one who built his home here".
All three of them kept their tongs after they told them about Albus living in this town.
Minerva knew the reason why the kids were looking at them with suspicion and stepped closer to her grandson. She laid her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Your parents left Potter castle on the recommendation of Albus Dumbledore. He had heard something and knew that your parents had to go into hiding just like the parents of Neville. That's why he told them about this place".
My parents and the parents of Neville" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, Harry what are you getting at".
"I don't know grandmother but something sounds off" and Harry looked at Daphne and Bella who both nodded but didn't say a thing.
"What are we missing cub".
"I don't know yet Grandmother, it just sounds off to us, but go on".
Minerva shook her head, gave him a good look and went on. "While your parents were hiding in a house at the end of the street. the war went on. Now at the end of the war, the ministry took over the house and made a monument out of it. It does have a muggle repelling charm but we can see it".
The five of them walked on and kept their eyes on the end of the street. Harry was still thinking about the things his grandmother had said. He knew that he kept Albus in the school mostly to keep an eye on him. His grandmother did tell him he was sorry but both he and his grandmother knew he had lied about it. It was the thing the sorting hat had told them. Then again he would never trust him after he let his grandmother be carried off to Azkaban. He, after all, had been the one who could have stopped them.
The three younger persons were walking a little slower so the could have a talk among themselves. It was Daphne who started. "I don't trust it, I don't trust it at all. Why did Albus tell them where to hide. The fewer people who knew about it the better".
"Wait" Bella hissed as she jumped in. "Wasn't Albus the one who put the fidelius charm on the house".
Harry and Daphne nodded.
"Then it isn't a full prove charm, now is it".
"Why is that Bella" Daphne wanted to know.
"Well you can't see the house but you can see the place people disappear. So if you know the place they are hiding you can find them, you only have to wait and look. Knowing that Albus lived here and that your parents were working with him. It would have been the first place to start looking. Well, it would be the first place I would start anyway. You know something Albus knows all about would be the best place to protect".
Harry and Daphne just looked at each other and could do nothing more than nod in agreement. Both of them had the same doubt about Albus but they were doubts. The three of them were still waiting for something to prove those doubts.
Harry had been thinking about something else but when he heard Bella put it in another way. It would turn his own thought's around and tell him it was even worst then he thought at first and even worse if it was all true.
Whit out them noticing they had arrived at the end of the street and were now standing next to an old rusty gate. It was a small gate like most muggles had in front of their front yard.
Harry stepped closer and could make out the house that was standing in a wilderness of weeds. The house itself looked like it was in a good state. It wasn't really surprising to them to find the house like this. According to the story's even if they seemed quite impossible. No the one thing all the story's had in common was the fact that they all said that Voldemort had fired off tree spells. Two killing spells that were stopped by his father and mother and the last killing spell that had been rejected by him. So if there was any damage then it had to be in the room where he had been and that was the nursery because that had been the place where his mother had been found.
Harry stepped forward and opened the gate with shaking hands. He started to walk down the path to the front door. With his hands and a little magic, he started to swap away the weeds to make a clear path. When he got to the front door he stopped and looked to his side. Next, to him, he saw the one person who he wanted next to him and that was his grandmother.
He smiled up at her because she was the one person he wanted next to him. She had known about this place but this would be the first time for her to see it as the house of her daughter, not her student. No, it was their family and they needed to share this experience together.
"Snot" Harry called out.
"Yes, master Harry sir".
"Snot would you see if it is safe for us to go in".
The elf waived his little hand and opened the door. "Everything it's safe now master Harry, There was a detection spell, to tell someone that someone was entering this house, but I took it away".
The moment Snot said it. The three young ones said. "Dumbledork".
Snot just smiled and nodded.
Harry took the hand of his grandmother and nodded before he stepped through the door. He held his head high, his eyes focused and he was trembling like a leaf in the wind on the inside. The first thing he wanted to do was scream out loud and run as far away as he could. But the hand from Minerva held him in his place.
The hallway was small and went all the way to the back. The doors were all open so he could easily see them and around the rooms. There were some closets and the kitchen on the right. On the left, there was just one door and that went into the living room.
It was the first room he went into and slowly looked around. Minerva walked behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She didn't say a thing but in their mind, they were communicating like never before.
Both just looked around and took in all they saw. It was clear that it had been a place to hide from them. Where ever they looked it was just the simplest things someone would need if they were hiding for a long time. There was a closet in the corner. A big table with four different chairs. A small table and two couches.
On the table were two cups and a couple of books. In the other corner stood a desk with some writings utensils. Under the desk floated a little broom that was made for a child.
^I remember that broomstick. It was your first birthday. You were still living in Potter castle and we were all there to celebrate it. Your father wanted to buy that broomstick for you but your mother wouldn't let him. She had told him that she wasn't ready to see you break your neck on one of those things^.
Harry just listened and smiled as he saw his father getting it from his mother.
^Well, your father had slept on the couch for three days before he told your mother he wouldn't get you a broomstick and he didn't. What your mother didn't know was that your father had asked Sirius to get you one. So on your birthday both your father and Sirius had begged for forgiveness and told her that the broomstick wouldn't go higher than a foot in the air. It took your mother an hour before she calmed down again and enjoyed the way you were flying^.
Harry smiled again ^that was nice^.
Minerva smiled back, ^Ooh but wait the best part is still to come. You were in your element and flew across the floor. We all took a drink and watch you enjoying yourself. After thirty minutes were were starting to hear screams of joy coming from down the hallway. You^. And Minerva hugged Harry to herself. ^had found out that the foot in the air meant a foot above the floor and stairs. So the moment we all ran into the hallway, you came down the stairs at an enormous speed for a one-year-old and screamed your head off when you rounded the corner^. Minerva snapped her fingers. ^Thats the reason why I didn't look surprised when you saved Neville on your first flying lesson^.
Harry was still looking at his grandmother as she went on. ^I smiled. Andromeda gave a cry of fear when you came down. Your father was getting scared, not for you but for your mother. Sirius did the wrong thing and started to cheer you on. So to make a small story a little longer. Your mother lost it and went after your father and Sirius screaming that she would kill them. You were flying after her just laughing your little head off^.
Harry was now holding the broomstick in his hand and just smiled at the thought that ones a long time ago he was just a little boy having fun. With a jester of his head, he told his grandmother that he wanted to go upstairs.
She nodded and started to follow him. At the top of the stairs, he went left into a hallway. It was in this hallway that he knew he was going to the right place. In the back of the hallway, he saw a door lying in three pieces. The doorway it came from was blackened by some sort of residue. It was like it had been burned. So he had no doubt that that had been the room it had all happened. It was in that room his mother screamed that he must not kill Harry. Behind him, he heard the others coming up the stairs but in front of him was the room he wanted to see.
With little steps, he went on down the hallway. When he was halfway he felt a little hand slipping into his. With a look at his side, he saw Bella standing there and he knew he needed her so he gave her a grin.
Together they walked into the room and saw that it was completely destroyed by a magical backlash. In the left corner was a crib that seemed to be untouched, even the little blanket was still in good shape. This had to be his, the place he slept during the nights. At the right corner stood the cabinet his mother used the change his diaper. It had a name but he couldn't remember it. As he gazed on he could see some photos on the wall. It was the only room where there were some photos. They were from his parents but none of them were with him.
Next to the door was an old rocking chair. Harry gave the chair a good look and he slumped down to his knees. His eyes filled with tears and his mouth twisted into a smile.
Bella felt Harry stiffen when he slumped down to his knees. The tears in his eyes hurt her and she wanted to hug him. But then she saw that smile and it confused the hell out of her.
"She loved me".
Were the words Bella heard when she took him in her little arms.
"I can see myself, I guess I'm lying down. No. I'm on her lap and she is smiling at me. I can see her green eyes. They are like mine exactly like mine. She is smiling at me and telling me she loves me. It was here on the stool, she was rocking me back and forth".
It was now that Bella understood that the tears she had seen were not tears of sadness but of happiness. He finally had a real memory from his mother one that was way better than the memory of her death.
After the memory, they went through the house room by room. Here and there they found some photos and little toys that were his. There was another toy which they didn't understand because it was hanging on the bedpost in the bedroom of Lily and James. At least, Daphne, Susan, and Neville didn't. Harry, Hermione, and Bella said it was not really a toy but a pair of handcuffs. They were pulled away by a red-headed Minerva who told them it was a toy of Lily and James.
Harry immediately slammed his hands to his ears. "Too much information" he screamed.
Bella burst out laughing and Hermione was trying to explain it all to Susan, Neville, and Daphne. Susan seemed to enjoy it. Neville was looking everywhere but at Hermione, And Daphne just blushed.
After another hour of looking through the house, they went back into the village. Minerva had asked them to follow her. The kids didn't know where they were going so they just followed. Bella and Daphne were again hanging on his arms as they walked on and on. This time it was Bella who broke the silents "Harry, I want to go to myself in Azkaban. If I got the mark just a little bit, she will have the full mark. I also know that she will be scared just like I am, maybe even more".
Harry gave her a sideways glance and nodded. The only problem with that was that they had to find the right time to do it with their already busy schedule. Other than that they also had to find an Adult who wanted to go with them. It was the one place they weren't allowed to go on their own. If only Sirius had been cleared all the way, they could have asked him. No, they first had to Clear Sirius officially through a session of the Wizengamot, only then they could be sure Fudge wouldn't go back on his word.
When they arrived at the gate of the cemetery Minerva stopped them all. "This is the cemetery where the ministry buried your parents. The placed a statue over there to remember them".
Harry turned around and looked at the statue of his parents holding a little Harry. "Won't the Muggles see it".
"No", Minerva started "They will only see a statue of Godric Gryffindor and they will think that he was the first mayor of this little town.
Harry became quiet and turned back to the gate of the cemetery. Both Bella and Daphne did the one thing they knew that would keep him with them. They grabbed his hands and held him tight. With just that small jester they knew they could give him the support he needed. They both were convinced that they and they alone could do it better than anyone else this was their Harry and they were his and his alone.
Minerva who had already been at the graves was leading the way. She knew that Harry and the girls would be following her so she just went on to the graves of his parents. She preferred to be the one to help her grandson herself, but the looks of Bella and Daphne told her they had everything under control. It gave her a warm feeling but also a bit of jealousy. If she was just fourteen she would have run away as fast as she could by those looks.
After two more minutes, they got to the place and Minerva stopped. Harry stepped next to her and took her hand. On the left, he could see the gravestone of his mother. On the right was the one from his father. He read the stones and they were simple, RIP James Charlus Potter and RIP Lily Potter Nee Evans. Harry slumped down to one knee. He didn't do it out of pain or frustration but mostly out of respect. As he sat there on one knee he started to talk about Bella and his time with the Dursleys. He told them about his grandmother he had found and also about Isabella who became his new mother. He cried and laugh as he was opening up completely.
He was oblivious about the crying that went on behind him as he kept on talking. To the amazement of all the others, he was completely opening up and telling things he had never told anyone before, not even Bella. He ended his talk with how much he missed them and wanted them to be with him.
To Harry, it was like a weight had lifted from his shoulder. It was visible to all that was around him. His posture became more and more relaxed and his back straightened up.
When Harry was done talking he felt someone bending down beside him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw his grandmother next to him. With a sideways glance of her own, she nodded to Harry. "Lily, James, there are not enough words in the world to tell you how proud I am of your son and my grandson here. He is the sweetest boy I have ever known and I have known a lot of boys, even you James when you were little. He has so much love that he is able to love a lot of people. He even has a daughter to protect and he is a wonderful father. He has a second mother that will do everything for him like you would, Lily.
He would do everything he can do for his mother and his little sister that came with it. I myself can't tell you enough of how proud I'm of my new daughter and my six grandchildren. My Little cub has two wifes who love him deeply, they will stand by him like you and James would stand together. He even gave Lady Hogwarts a body from his first kill. Goodbye Lilly, goodbye James".
As Minerva walked back with Isabella on her arm they looked over their shoulders. Both of them could clearly see that this had done him good. He was looking way better then he had done earlier that evening. This was something he really needed.
Minerva turned to Isabella "You do know that he loves you right" Minerva said. "The things he had said was only because of the pressure that is on his shoulders".
Minerva wasn't done talking when Isabella interrupted her by tapping on her lower arm. "I know Minerva, I have never felt so much frustration from him before. It is not anything he has to deal with. Take this year alone. He has to face the one who killed his parents and then he has to let him walk. Then we have Bella with a mark on her arm. Bellatrix in Azkaban with the real dark mark on her arm. Then you have Daphne a wive with a contract and a contract with another. He is doing better then I would, then anyone would. His life just doesn't seem to get a break" Isabella told her.
As Isabella and Minerva walked on they were only talking about the three who were still sitting by the graves.
Bella and Daphne sat close to Harry as they looked at the two graves. Bella conjured a bouquet of flowers and placed them by the headstone of James as Daphne did the same by Lily. Harry looked on and placed his hands on top of the graves. There wasn't a piece of grass growing on the graves. They looked like they had been placed here only a day ago. At the side, there were some weeds growing but not on the graves. Why he didn't know but it wasn't right.
A/N: This was it again for this week. Now I don't know if the next will be in two weeks because of Christmas and the new year. But it will definitely be here in three weeks. So to all of you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year. May all your dreams and wishes come true.
Gr. Winmau.