Harry was softly swinging on a swing. That was near the Dursley's house. He thought about it as that place had never been home. He never missed it when he was at Hogwarts. Now he was here for some reason that he wasn't sure. He had not been here for a long time. He didn't talk to his aunt and uncle. Though he did keep in touch with Dudley, his younger self would have been wondering how that happened. He chuckled softly to himself at that. Dudley and him being friends that were just comical, but that was what it was.

Harry sat there on the swing as he thought about how things went the way they did. There were mistakes, but there were victories as well. Though those victories towards the end. They had lost so many people that were friends and family. So the victory would never be as great as people outside saw it. It was good that they won the Second Wizard War that part was great. Though it never felt as great as people thought it should have. They lost good wizards and witches in that war and through the years before the war happened.

It had been twenty-six years since the war. People always say there are things that you can never fully remember. Those seven years were seared in his mind. Now he was grown up. His first son was a second year at Hogwarts as a Gryffindor. The surprising thing was that his second son Albus had become a Slytherin. He was worried even though there had been good witches and wizards that had come out of Slytherin and fought on the right side.

When he was first brought to Hogwarts, it was clear what a lot of people thought about Slytherin that nothing but bad and evil came out of there. He also thought that for a long time even though Dumbledore and a few others made it clear that Slytherin was still a good house. Then he should remember that Peter who had been his father's best friend had gone as bad as they could. Had become a loyal follower and servant of Voldemort. He had been the reason that his godfather Sirius had been stuck in Azkaban. He had been the reason he didn't get more time with his godfather.

He was not worried that his son would come out bad. He just hoped he was never led into it. He should have full faith that his son would never do that. Then there was the other issue he had been put in the same house with Draco's son. It was hard hoping that they would keep away from each other. He was not sure what he would do if they made friends. He also found it hard to think the boy was good. Since he didn't know him, maybe he wouldn't be like his father was in school. He knew at the end that Draco did have some good in him. Maybe he raised his son to be better than he was. Raised him better than his parents did. He hoped Draco had done that for his son.

He swung back and forth on the swing. Harry looked at the sky as he sighed. He made sure that his children never felt miserable or alone like he had in the Dusley's house. Dudley had come to their homes and spent time with his kids. Poor Dudley the first time coming into a house of pure magic had been sad and so funny to watch. Ron had tried to help him know what everything was and what it was for. Arthur Weasley had badgered him on the new things in the muggle world. Dudley had done his best to answer all the questions, but he was overwhelmed the first time.

The thing that he thought worried him the most. He hoped that Albus wouldn't hang with the group of boys like Draco did and bully people. Even though he was damn sure his son would never do that. He thought about it if he had ended up in Slytherin would he still be this big hero? He knew that he wouldn't have ended up following Voldermort. Would he have been as honorable as he was in Gryffindor? Would he have still made friends with Hermione or Ron?

He shook his head as he rubbed his face. He needed to stop thinking that way. He needed to keep the faith his son would come out of that house proud. Along with a strong wizard who knows right from wrong. He had worked with him before he went to school along with his younger sister and older brother. He never kept secrets from his children if they asked questions about all that happened when he was in school. He told them even if sometimes it was hard to tell his children about that.

He worked hard to teach his children that they should never have a lot of pride. That to do the right thing was what you needed to do. That you should never let yourself get a big head about it. Harry had done that from time to time, but he always got tired of people staring at him. He knew that when the kids went to school there would be those states they were the son of the boy who lived.

James had more courage than Alubs and him at that age. He guessed he had some courage when he had to save the school or someone. Though there were times that he wasn't sure he was going to be this big wizard that everyone thought he was going to be. Albus was more like him at that age. Unsure what to do and unsure of himself. He knew James still didn't know himself fully yet, but he seemed to have a better grasp of it than Albus.

Now there was his smallest one who had yet to start Hogwarts. She was so much like her mother. She was noisy and always wanted to bother her brothers. Now that her brother was not there. She was a little more clingy to her mother and him. Molly told him once that Ginny was the same as all the siblings out of the house. Her brothers loved her and enjoyed playing with her most of the time. She could bother them too, but most times they were patient with her. She was the baby of the family and the only girl. She would be like her mother and grandmother. Be strong and passionate.

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