July 31, 1986aLocation: Godric's Hollow Cemetery.
Harry Potter is 6 years old and his parents are dead, they died on his birthday, today.
A lot of people and almost all his relatives gathered at the funeral of his parents. Harry clung to his uncle, crying into his shirt as he rocked him slowly, singing soft, soothing words.
Harry heard that quarrels had begun between his uncle, godfather and other relatives over who would be his guardian. Harry knew them all and loved them all. And if they asked him who he wanted to stay with, he would answer: "everyone!"
But now all he wanted to do was cry, knowing that his parents were dead.
- I will be his guardian! I am his closest relative! — said the uncle, to be more precise, the younger brother of James Potter, Nathan Potter, now he is 23 years old and now he will be Lord Potter.
- No! I will be his godfather! — said his godfather, Sirius, he already has a wife, Sylvia Parkinson, and he and she have two children, twins Castor and Scorpius Blackie, they are 5 years old, Harry has an excellent relationship with them.
- Don't you think that this should be asked of Harry himself - said Narcissa Malfoy, although she is not his relative, only if Harry's second cousin, but second great-great-aunt, was the wife of Lucius Malfoy's great-grandfather, although they are not particularly related in the Muggle world, but in the magical world they can be said to be great uncle and nephew.
Everyone nodded, not very pleased, and Sirius even puffed out his cheeks like a child. Nathan gently and comfortingly picked up Harry, who was already too tired and had fallen asleep.- We'll ask tomorrow. Today he must rest. — he said and disappeared into apparation.
Nathan, with Harry in his arms, appeared in his manor; he understood that it was better not to live in the manor in which Harry had lived since brought Harry into the nursery and put him to bed.
August 1, : Medium-sized Potter Manor.
Harry had just woken up and there were still traces of tears in his eyes. His uncle held him close, his godfather and his family, or rather the Blacks and Malfoys were also here to decide who Harry would live with.
The first to speak was Sirius's wife.
- Darling - she said, patting the boy on the head - tell me, who do you want to live with? With us, that is, Sirius, me, Castor and Scorpius, or with Uncle Nathan, or even with the Malfoys.
Harry turned away, sobbing, and said quietly
- With everyone…
Sylvia Black née Parkinson shook her head as she knelt down in front of the boy.
- No, honey, you can't do that, you have to choose one person. — and she fell silent for a while — I understand that it's difficult for you to choose, but you have to choose here. — sigh — although perhaps I know one way out.
Sylvia looked at everyone in this room, called Castor and Scorpius over to her and said.-Harry, Castor and Scorpius, maybe… uh… you should go play? Or read books? While we're adults, let's talk about your future puffed out his cheeks, but also went when the twins had already run to the playroom.
The adults looked at each other, Lucius Malfoy was the first to speak.- Sorry, of course, but I want to quickly resolve this issue, Narcissa and Draco are left at home, and today is my only day off in a month.
Sylvia nodded quickly and said
- I think we can have Harry live with everyone… just one at a time. For example, since it's Sunday, for the next week Harry lives with Nathan, then with me and Siruis, and then with the Malfoys?
Nathan frowned, thinking, and said his thoughts about this proposal.
- I think that's a good idea. But all holidays, no matter what week, Harry will be with me. Since children's holidays should be held in their own manor. Sirius rolled his eyes childishly, snorting.
- I agree grinned and gave him a smack, Sylvia rolled her eyes, and Lucius simply nodded and disappeared through the fireplace.