Family

It was when Harry was five that his parents started tutoring him on various topics from basic maths to the history of humans. It was like a premium type of home schooling that Harry never thought he would experience, mostly because he never thought about how wizards got their knowledge of primary studies.

Looks like he got the answer to his unasked question.

During this time, Harry's family had seemingly instilled in him to be selfless and noble, like a Gryffindor. Of course, after dying and living more than they can ever imagine, Harry has learnt that sometimes the non-Gryffindor way is the best. After all, who cares about honour in a battle to the death? Well, maybe, the Potters.

Harry had seen James Potter grow during this time and the little rascal was seemingly attached to him all day. The infant had started chasing his back as soon as he could walk, calling him, "'arry". It was the cutest thing to Harry and his family seemingly agreed. James was the favourite sweetheart of the family.

Harry would usually do anything that the child would say and whenever James would say, "Big brother", he would be overjoyed, though his mother wasn't too happy about that since that meant less time for her to be with James.

Euphemia was a mystery to Harry, he had never been able to have a proper conversation with her. Despite being her first son, she never really spent all that much time with him for some reason. When he was born, she would spend ages with him like any loving mother but slowly, she started backing out of his life. Harry was still not sure why she was doing this, but what could he do?

At the moment, Harry had just finished a lesson on language. It dealt with grammar, vocabulary, pronunciation and vocal skills for various languages. The reason for this was Charlus Potter was a big businessman and his wife, Dorea Black Potter, attended many international meetings, due to which the Potter Family had a pretty good reputation in the international community and to maintain this reputation, they had to communicate in various languages.

Charlus and Dorea had been doing this for many years and didn't need training in any language, they could speak more than 50 languages each. Euphemia and Fleamont had participated in the War of Secrecy (The conflict against Grindelwald and his Acolytes) as a healer and a soldier respectively so they were fluent in enough languages to get by.

Harry and James, on the other hand, were not fluent in any language, obviously, and had to be trained and hence, the language training. While it was limited to English, his tutor, Dorea, had decided that he would learn Latin next.

Harry was walking to his bedroom to put his material back in his room when he heard someone cry. Harry peaked into the room and it was his mother.
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Another year had passed and James had finally started receiving his lessons.

The kiddo was having some difficulties understanding how his family can be sweet all the time but be so strict during his lessons but Harry was sure that he will understand soon enough how important the lessons were.

Every magical family gave these lessons, no matter if they are close to a muggle school or if they have ten kids, it is important to receive lessons because every family has a set of magical knowledge, history and values that they want their children to understand due to which these lessons are different for each family.

Harry hummed as he thought about Hogwarts, he would soon be going to the school. In his first life, he had been chased by Voldemort or some other danger, which had not made his years fun at all, except for the time with Ron and Hermione.

Harry was determined to make this time around plenty of fun for himself, he will ace every class and will show the world what is Harry Potter.

"Harry!" a small and loud voice of a child interrupted his thoughts as the said small child ambushed him.

Harry looked at him, he couldn't link the image of the charming and mischievous James Potter to this childish image of the charming and mischievous- actually, he can but still, it just seems wrong to think of the man who sacrificed his life for his wife and his son as the small child in front of him, who thinks that hundred is a colour because it has red in it.

Harry softly asked, "What happened, Jamie?"

James excitedly answered, "You are so not going to like it! We are going to the Black Family Party!" He looked at Harry's sudden frown and exclaimed, "See, I told ya!"

The Black Family does not have a good image here, just like in his first life, but due to the fact that, at the moment, Voldemort was not famous anywhere except in the minds of Albus Dumbledore and Horace Slughorn, Black Family was still famous enough to hold huge galas.

The Black Family Gala was a famous political event, according to what he had learnt from Charlus, and Potter Family, being quite renowned, was invited to such events a lot.

Harry asked James, "Is it necessary for us to attend the party, Jamie? What did Father say?"

James thought for a moment before he remembered, he answered, "Dad only said to tell ya that we have to go to the party! It is com - compell - compellsorry?"

"Compulsory?"

"Yes, that! Dad said it was that!" James exclaimed.

Harry smirked and asked, "What happened? Still can't say it?"

James shook his head vigorously and exclaimed, "I can say compell - that word easily but I don't want to show off 'cause I am a good boy!"

Harry rolled his eyes and stood from where he sat, he started walking towards their house with James following him. He said, "Sure, James, sure."