Chapter 2: Summers End
When Harry woke up early next morning, he felt someone warm next to him. Opening his eyes, he
saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his entire life lying asleep in front of
him… heck even more beautiful than Ginny…
His mother…
She was so beautiful, like a goddess. He could never stop saying it. How could someone his age has
such a beautiful mom?
He smiled and put her to bed with care. It was a bit difficult with a small body, but he succeeded.
Today was the day he was going to Diagon Alley to get his supplies. He asked yesterday to go alone,
but his mum said no the moment he asked. He asked his dad who usually let the kids do whatever
they want, but he told Harry no as well. So, he did what every kid did when they were children. He
pouted. His mom admitted he looked very adorable when he pouted. He had flushed red and
stopped.
Today he was going to go to Diagon Alley with his mum. His Dad had wanted to go, but he was going
to go watch the kids. Not like he did it well. He just let his brother and sisters do whatever
they wanted. He couldn't believe his mum had trusted dad so thoroughly.
Maybe that was what being married was all about…
Kissing his mother's forehead, he went downstairs silently to not wake anyone up. He began cooking
while humming a song that Ginny taught him. It was a lullaby that Mrs. Weasley sung to Ginny when
she was a little girl. Harry would always hum the song when he and Ginny were together sleeping.
Speaking of Ginny, he felt kind of guilty about her, he had only thought about her a few times since
he came to this dimension. But then he cheered up knowing that he would see Ginny again. This
time, he was going to ask Ginny out whenever they have a ball. He would beat Michael Corner who
was dating Ginny in mid 4th year. Ginny once told him that Michael was a player, and she didn't
believe anyone who told her the truth until she saw him flirt with Cho. Ginny lied to Ron when she
told them about Dean, she only said that only to get a rise out of him. By the end of 6th year, Harry
was dating Ginny. He had to admit, the whole Weasley family was hoping he get with her, especially
Mrs. Weasley.
He never noticed. They told him he was one of the only people that they would only trust with their daughter or sister.
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when his mother kissed him on the cheek and helped him
cook breakfast.
Now that Harry would help his mother cook most of the time, his sisters got off easy. He loved his
sisters dearly; they were all so cheerful and happy. Harry knew his sisters loved him to bits, and he
loved them to.
"Harry…" His mother said interrupting his thoughts. "Yes mum?" Harry gave her his biggest kid smile which made her smiled warmly.
"After we're done cooking, we're going to eat without them, and leave early. The earlier we leave
the better." His mum said while they were putting the finishing touches on the food.
Harry had to admit, his mother was like a mixture of Hermione and Ginny. She was smart, strict,
kind, loving, fun, outgoing, and everything you ever desired for a mother. She loved to read, and
she complimented him when she saw him reading. She detested it when they played Quidditch.
Apparently, Harry was the only one in the family so far that loved to read next to Rosa and Little
Lily. Little Lily was already reading baby stories at the age of three.
After they finished their breakfast, the two had left the moment the rest of the family started to
come downstairs to eat breakfast.
Harry had loved hanging out with his mum. You could have said he was a momma's boy. (I hate to
admit it, but I know I am.) Though he loved his father, he loved his mother more than his father. He
would have told them about his Shadow abilities, but decided to keep it hidden until the time was
right. It would seem suspicious if he became very powerful at a young age. He wasn't The Boy
Who Lived in this dimension. He didn't want to be all over the Daily Prophet or attract Voldemort's
attention. It was best to hide his full power, the less people who knew about his abilities the
better. Like Moody said, 'Constant Vigilance.' Plus, people would want to know how he got so
powerful. He knew he was going to have to find a good excuse.
The first thing his mother and him had done in Diagon Alley was go to Gringotts, much to Harry's
displeasure. He had not forgotten about what the Goblins did in his dimension in the last war. They
had sided with Voldemort and tried to crush the economy and had failed to realize they screwed
themselves over. With that in thought, the Ministry, and the entire Order of the Phoenix launched
an assault on Gringotts.
Hoping that the Dark Lord would not forsake them, they stayed and fought for three days.
The Dark Lord never came to assist them knowing a defeat when they saw one…
With no other choice, the Goblins had surrendered to the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix.
With their surrender, the Goblins were always under heavy guard and people who once left
their money inside Gringotts had it removed in fear of the Goblins would try and steal it. They
were now heavily mistrusted and people who held partnerships with them had it destroyed and
stayed away from them. The Goblins lost a lot of customers because of their mistake, not to
mention, the economy in the magical world went down in a dramatically way.
Getting back to his trip with his mother in Diagon Alley, they had a lot of fun there. He went clothes
shopping with his mother and had ice cream. She loved ice cream. His mother would model and ask
him if he liked what she wore. Harry made the right comment when he told her that she looked
beautiful in anything. That got him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Harry saw Neville with his
parents, they looked young and healthy. The moment he saw Neville, he didn't like him one bit,
when you look at him, you could tell he was stuck-up, and spoiled. But he didn't want to judge him
at that moment. He was going to wait to get to know him first, then judge him. Though, for some
reason, Harry had a feeling Neville was like Draco Malfoy. The way Neville was walking and with his nose in the air in Diagon Alley, he acted like he owned the place. Harry was kind of glad that he
wasn't raised in the wizard world. He would probably be a spoiled brat if he grew up with his
parents if he survived the Killing curse. When they were out of earshot, his mum spoke up.
"So that was The Boy Who Lived." His mum spoke in a sarcastic tone when they saw Neville whining
about not first years getting to play Quidditch.
Harry smiled. His mother had a sharp tongue when she was sarcastic and if you knew her well
enough.
"Mum, you don't like them?" Harry asked. He remembered hearing that the Longbottom's were
friends with the Potters in his time, but he never heard his parents say anything about them in this
dimension.
"I used to like them; our families use to be best friends until their son became The Boy Who Lived.
They are very difficult to handle and big headed. They act like they run the place. Ever since them
son survived the Killing curse, Frank Longbottom was promoted to a Captain of Magical Law
Enforcement, even when he didn't earn it. Even though he is equal to your father in ranking, he
treats everyone around him like they are underclass. Alice was a sweet person, but she changed
when her son survived the Killing curse. They were such great friends to, now they act as if they
were the Malfoys. I swear, they are so…." Lily trailed off slightly angry while mumbling angry
phrases.
Harry tried to calm his mother down. Harry was proud to hear that his father was the captain of
Magical Law Enforcement. Harry's father earned his rank as Captain of the Auror Division, but Frank
Longbottom or so he heard from his father and Sirius that he only got it because of his son. Harry
knew only one way to stop his mother from blowing up. He was the only one in his family that could
do the technique. It was something he created recently.
Immediately he held her fiercely and said "Mum, you're scaring me." Harry said in a pathetic sorry
childlike voice. Inwardly, Harry was a bit embarrassed for doing this. He had never played the
pathetic little child before. He just hoped his Arch-enemy Draco Malfoy was not present or he would
have died in embarrassment.
She immediately stopped her muttering and apologized to him with a warm hug and a kiss on the
nose.
Harry smiled at her. For some reason, out of the entire family, he was closest with her nowadays.
After they were done shopping, the last place they went to was the wand shop, 'Ollivander's.' They
saw the Longbottom's leave from the wand shop. They were looking grim. Harry recognized the
wand that Neville was holding. It was the Holly Phoenix wand. Well Harry knew immediately he
wasn't getting that wand.
The moment they entered; Harry sensed the old man behind them with an invisibility spell. The
moment he was about to reveal himself, Harry turned around with a dagger in his hand ready to
strike him.
The man gave a surprise look as well as his mother. Her surprise look immediately went to disapproval and shock and then outrage as he was holding a dagger, a weapon.
"Harry James Potter! Where did you get that knife?" She said angrily.
"M-Mum… it's for protection. It's not a knife, it's a dagger." Harry said trying to soothe his mother
while Ollivander was watching them amused. His mother was having none of it, to her, a dagger and
knife was the same.
Harry immediately felt the old man trying to probe his mind, Harry immediately increases his mental barriers to full power.
'Stay out of my head and my mum's head old man, and I won't kill you old man.' Harry said in his mind menacingly.
He heard of Ollivander being an Occulmencer. Ollivander was not a strong as Dumbledore or Snape, but he was good, so he still had to be careful around the old man. Ollivander showed no surprised.
even know he was shocked inwardly. From what he could tell, Lily didn't know Occlumency, and she didn't know her son knew either.
"Hello Ms. Lily Evan Potter. 10 inches Willow with Unicorn hair, correct?" Ollivander said still eyeing
Harry with a delightful look, yet curious. Harry didn't trust that look, so he stayed quiet.
"Yes, that's correct Mr. Ollivander."
"Yes. Let's get down to business, shall we? Mr. Potter, which arm is your wand hand?" Ollivander
asked.
Harry smiled and answered.
"I am Ambidextrous." Harry said ignoring his mother's gasp. He had purposely left his double wands
at home. He knew Ollivander could sense wands because he was a Wand Crafter.
"Sweetie, you can write with both hands. How come you never told us?" She said in surprise.
Harry shrugged. "I thought you had already known." He gave her a warm smile to calm her down. It
wasn't necessary a lie, he just started learning how to use both hands at once when he was taught
how to duel with both hands by Nicholas Flamel and his wife.
"Yes… that's interesting." Ollivander said while the tape measures were working furiously.
For some reason, it felt forever, Ollivander was getting excited. The wands he tried were twice as much more than last time.
He kept murmuring to himself looking excited.
When no wands would be compatible with Harry, he spoke.
"Mr. Potter, I have given you all my wands that was to match your capabilities, it seems like none
would accept you." Ollivander said to himself. "What? That can't be right!" Harry said shocked. That can't be right. There had to be at least one
wand in this shop! He wasn't planning to use his old wands often. That was for sure. There was no
telling how his wand would react to Neville's wand if it got to close.
"However, … I do have several wands that you might be able to use. Mind you, it has never worked on
anybody though. So don't keep your hopes up." He said while walking to the back. When he
returned, he was carrying a decorated box that must be holding some power wands inside.
"Mr. Potter, these wands I have in this box, belong to very important wizards and witches from the
past, ancient and powerful wizards from our old history that were known to be legendary." He spoke
opening the box.
Taking glance inside the box… Harry had to admit, the wands were impressive. Unlike normal wands
that are just one solid colour wands, these were decorated with gold and silver trimmings and the
designs on the wand made them look fancier and more majestic.
For some reason, he felt very drawn to one of them. He didn't hear Ollivander murmur about the
wand he was about hold once belonged to someone.
The moment he touched it, he felt complete. It shot out multiple different coloured sparks at once.
To complete with the mixture, he glowed a bright green. Lily immediately clapped and cheered for
her son. She was slightly impressed at seeing her son glow with the bonding with his wand. It was
said that those who glow with their bonding of wands possessed very powerful magic.
"That is quite impressive." Ollivander said carefully as he to clearly notice the bright glow.
"What's impressive?" Harry asked calmly. He wasn't that impressed. All it did was shot out sparks
out as usual, however, this time, he was glowing a bit.
"I'm sure you may not have heard me, but that wand had once belonged to the Great Wizard King
Azeroth." Ollivander said more to himself then to Harry.
Lily gasped. Harry heard her whisper.
"That wand belonged to the last wizard king Azeroth." She murmured while looking at her son in
awe.
"Azeroth?" Harry said clueless. He wasn't that good in history.
"The Wizard King Azeroth was a Light wizard who fought hundreds of Dark Wizards and Witches on
his own while defending the Wizard World. He was the last Shadow Mage the wizard world had ever
had. He was a great ruler, but he had died of a rare disease they had no cure back then. He was the
last ruler of our world two thousand years ago. He had a total set of two wands. You are the first
that has ever been capable with one of his wands. This wand: 12 inches. Core: Heart of a phoenix.
Wood: Mythical Shadow Wood." Ollivander said eerily serious voice.
Harry nodded in awe. So Azeroth was a Shadow Mage like him?
"Mr. Potter, the Wizard King Azeroth did great things for Europe, I expect great things coming from you as well. Great things…" Ollivander trailed off muttering.
Lily was looking speechless.
Harry just gave him a fake shocked look. He knew that already. If only they knew what he had
already accomplished.
"Now since that is a special wand that by my father three-thousand years ago… I'll say…"
"Wait a minute… three thousand years ago? How old was your father? And how old are you?" Harry
blurted out with a question.
He smiled creepy and spoke.
"Mr. Potter, my age shall remain a secret." He gave a creepy grin that made Lily shivered.
Harry shook his head in annoyance. He heard rumours that Ollivander was an extremely old day
walking Vampire, but he never believed it. He might just start believing it now, if Ollivander was
really as old as Harry thought he was.
"For that special wand in your hand Mr. Potter, fifty galleons." Ollivander said calmly.
"Fifty galleons! I bought mines for 7!" Lily exclaimed in shock at the price.
Harry had to calm his mother down.
When she was calm, Harry spoke.
"I'll pay for it, don't worry mum, besides it's an ancient wand, so of course it should be costing a
lot." Harry smiled.
"Harry, you don't even have that much." She shouted.
"I do." Harry said pulling fifty galleons out of his pouch of money. He had his entire fortune in that
bag since the Goblins in his time could no longer be trusted. It was an endless bag. He had another
problem to his list. He was going to have to explain later why he had so much money.
She was giving a shocked look.
Harry ignored her and dragged her away waving Ollivander goodbye.
When they left, Ollivander was staring at their retreating backs.
"Hmm…. I should tell Albus about the Azeroth's wand… hmm… no… no, he just needs to know about
Voldemort's twin brother wand that the Longbottom boy bought." Ollivander said to himself. One
thing was for sure. That Potter boy was quite interesting fellow. He was an Occulmencer and was
able to sense him when he entered the shop, and now the boy now carried one of the greatest
wizard's wands in existence, stronger than Dark Lord's wand and his brother wand together.
Interesting indeed…After leaving the wand shop, Lily had dragged her son towards the book shop. Harry didn't mind, he
wanted to see what kind of books they have. His parent's library was a bit out of date on history.
After seeing it was late, Harry had to give his mum the puppy eye look to go home. Not that it
worked anyway, he had to threaten to never cook for the family again.
When they got home with at least two dozen new books, Lily finally had the courage to ask her son
the questioned that had been bothering her all day.
"Harry sweetie, where did you have all that money to pay for your wand?" Lily asked. She saw how
he had all his own books and his own wand after they left the shop.
"Mum, I saved my money up. I'm not like Leon who buys every new broom or Quidditch gear that
comes out of the market, buy's every type of candy they see, or buy useless stuff. I save up my
money. We do get 20 galleons every month for allowance." Harry said calming her down. "I rarely
get to go out, so what else can I spend it on?"
She gave a disagreed look, as a mother, it was her job to pay for her children's stuff. But Harry had
put his foot down and so she dragged him upstairs to sort out his new school stuff.
After folding his new robes, Harry decided to finally tell her one of his secrets. For some reason,
Harry had only felt he could trust only his mum with his secrets.
"Mum…?" Harry asked.
"Yes darling… we need to get you a trunk. Maybe I should give you my old one." She spoke
absentmindedly while folding his socks.
"Haven't you wondered how I was able to shrink all my stuff without your help?" Harry asked
simply.
Lily gave him a curious look.
"Well, that's because I know a few wandless magic spells." Harry said earnestly. He was planning to
tell her one secret at a time. He couldn't have her freaking out with a bunch of new information at
once.
She giggled.
"Silly, wandless magic is hard, even Albus Dumbledore has trouble with it. There's no way you could
do it, the owner of the shops probably done it for you." She said smiling at her son's messy hair
while folding his dress shirts.
Harry gave a sigh and wandlessly called his shirt from her grip.
She gaped and stared at him wide eyed.
"H-How…?" She stuttered.
"I've been practicing it since I was little. I learned a few spells from your library. I didn't always
just play pranks and practice cooking when I was young." Harry lied casually. He didn't like lying tohis mother. He thought she was going freak out. He thought wrong.
She was staring at her son proudly.
"Harry, I'm proud of you, I always thought you were a joker, but every time you show me wrong.
I'm sure your father would be proud. A wandless user in the family, I'm so proud of you darling. We
should tell your father and Albus Dumbledore, they'll be impressed." She said smiling while kissing
his cheek.
Harry smiled. His mother was so unpredictable.
"Mum, I want to tell them on my own, ok? I'm still working out some difficulties. I can only do a few
spells: shrinking, levitation and summoning small light."
"Sure sweetie." She said giving him an odd look.
"Now, let's go find you a trunk." She said happily.
"That's ok mum, I already have one." Harry said smiling.
"Good. Do you know how to shrink stuff? Never mind, you just told me you shrunk your stuff a while
ago." She said softly.
Harry smiled.
"You haven't been reading all my old basic spell books, have you?" She asked slyly.
Harry nodded a bit embarrassed.
"I got up to mid 2nd year material.
She smiled wider.
"You act so much like me, it's amazing." She said hugging him.
Harry smiled at her warmly again while hugging her back. He could never get tired of her smile or
her hugs.
"Yes, I know. I may look like dad, but I act so much like you or so dad told me." Harry replied.
She nodded.
After a few minutes of organizing his books and stuff, Harry spoke up.
"Mum… what was I like when I was a baby?" Harry asked hopefully. He had always wanted to know.
He couldn't have asked Remus or Sirius, because both were dead in his old dimension.
She giggled.
"You were a cheerful baby, an adorable one. You were mommy's little boy." She giggled while patting his messy black hair.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Come on mum, more info!" Harry demanded while sitting next to her.
She began to think. She smiled for a second and then smiled wider.
"Like I said, you were a cheerful baby, and an adorable one to. You were also quite smart for a
baby. Every time you were hungry you rubbed your belly and when you were thirsty you would
smack your lips. You didn't cry much. You were a silent baby, unlike your brothers and sisters." Lily
said smiling widely while lost in thought.
"Wow, you're not pulling my leg are you mum?" Harry asked.
"Would your mum lie to you?" She asked smiling warmly.
"Err… sorry mum. No not really." Harry said truthfully. "But I do think you're lying about eating
vegetables make you fly faster on a broom!"
Harry said remembering a few days ago when he heard his mum telling his younger sister Sylvia
that.
She laughed. She knew what he was talking about.
"Harry sweetie, how else am I'm supposed to get your little sister to eat? She wasn't like you when
you were a baby who ate anything." She said poking him on the stomach making him laugh.
"Hey!"
She giggled while Harry made a smile.
The very next morning, the Potter's had a picnic. It was great. They all ate and drank while his
sisters went swimming in the lake behind their mansion. Harry didn't go swimming; he just sat next
to his mum and dad while playing with Little Lilly. Little Lily was just a cheerful baby. She rarely
cried and was a good girl that didn't seemed spoiled or didn't seem to get into trouble a lot.
"Hey Lily, you want to go on piggyback?" Harry asked his cute adorable little sister.
She chirped.
"Yeah!"
Harry smiled and carried her on his back while running around. She loved it. His mother still didn't
think Little Lily was old enough to fly a broom.
They stopped by a field of flowers and played around. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, he
remembered when he was young sometimes, he would use the flowers in Dursleys back yard to make crowns and wrist bands when he was not allowed in the house. He knew his little sister would love it.
So, he made her a wrist band that spiralled onto her wrist. She loved it. It was made from small yet
not blooming roses. He then made a necklace of flowers for her. She immediately giggled madly and
spoke in her child like baby voice.
"What about mommy?" Lily giggled.
Harry smiled.
"Sure, I'll make a few for mommy." Harry smiled.
She giggled and tried to copy Harry in making bracelets and necklaces out of flowers. Harry had to
admit, for a little girl, she learned fast! When they were done, Harry had made a beautiful flower
crown that was made from white, red, and blue roses. Little Lily had made an all-white rose spiral
wrist band like Harry did for her. When they went, they stood up they raced toward their parents to
give it to them. Poor Lily had no way in beating Harry so in mid-way he ran back and grabbed her
and put her on his back and ran. She giggled all the way smiling happily.
When they got both got back to their parents, everyone else was back from swimming and eating
again. Geez… the Potter's were worst then the Weasley's. He never thought it was possible.
When they gave their mum the flowers, she absolutely adored it. She gave both a kiss on
the forehead and admired the flowers.
"Oh Lily! Harry! That's beautiful. When did you two know how to make wrist bands and crowns out
of flowers?" Lily asked while Harry's sisters were giving their mum jealous looks.
Little Lily giggled and pointed at Harry.
"Big brother Harry showed me!" She giggled while showing off her spiral wrist bands and necklace
to her sisters.
"Wow, I always wanted to know how to do that correctly!" Sakura said eyeing her little sisters
flower accessories with jealous eyes. She was trying to hint it to Harry she wanted a pair, but Harry
was as clueless as every other male.
Leon was rolling his eyes. He rather played Quidditch then play with flowers, sometimes his older
brother act so girly.
"Harry, where did you learn how to do this?" Lily asked.
His sisters sat up paying attention closely except for Little Lily who was playing with her spiral
flower wrist band.
Harry thought of a quick lie.
"Well, sometimes when I'm not in the house, I go out into the field of flowers and play here when I
feel lonely or have nothing to do." Harry said casually.
"It's so beautiful. Say Harry bro, show us!" Sakura demanded. Rosa nodded her head in agreement. Harry just shrugged and went back into the field of different flowers with Rosa, Sakura, and Sylvia
in toe.
When they departed, James was thinking hard. Harry changed a lot these past few months. He
shrugged. He knew one day Harry would have to be responsible because he was the oldest, he just
didn't think it was now, when a sign that your children is turning responsible it's telling you that
you are getting old. He hated getting older. He still had so many pranks he wanted to do.
That week at the Potter House was passing by fast. Harry found out things were slightly different in
this world. When he entered his family vault, he of course saw several magical artifacts that he had
never seen before. Of course, when he returned home, he tried researching on his family stuff that
was in the vault. No luck. The day to go to Hogwarts came faster than Harry expected it. The day
he had to leave came approached. They were all at the Platform Nine and Three Quarters. All his
sisters were crying and his younger brother Leon just gave him a pat on the back.
"Say bro, you don't mind if I stay in your room sometimes?" Leon asked.
"Sorry squirt, I locked my room magically, you should ask mum or dad to unlock it for you." Harry
said smiling at his younger brother. One thing was for sure. His family took it rather nicely when he
told them he could do a little wand-less magic. His brother and sisters demanded him to teach them
wandless magic: they wanted to learn how to do magic since they could not have a wand yet. Even
his father and mother had a desire to learn. But Harry said maybe one day when he has time. It was
going to take a lot of work. It was true to; it took him forever to remember the concept. James
immediately declared that Harry was no longer going to Hogwarts; he was going to stay here and
teach him wandless magic before he would go to Hogwarts, but Lily smack him on the head and told
Harry his father was joking, much to everyone's protest. She knew how Harry wanted to go to
Hogwarts. Hell, she knew how he felt as well. Harry made them promise not to tell anyone. Not
even Dumbledore until Harry felt it was ready.
He snapped out of his thoughts when his mother started to cry onto his shoulder. She was laughing
while tears were rolling down her cheek.
"It's ok mum, I'll be fine." Harry said trying to calm the hysterical red head mother.
When she released, Sirius children ran up and hugged him goodbye as well. After all of them said
their goodbyes, Yuna ran up and gave Harry a small quick kiss leaving everyone in the train station
to stare at the youngsters in awe. It's not every day you see young children kissing each other in the
train station. When she let go, she was blushing furious, and ran off to hide behind her mother.
Harry was just dumbfounded. He was just staring in front of him in shock. He snapped out of it
when Sylvia came up and hugged him goodbye.
Everyone was laughing at Harry's still dumb expression and the blushing Yuna.
Poor Little Lily was crying hysterically.
"Harry… (Hic) big… (Sob) big brother… you… (Hic) don't like… us anymore… (Sob) so that's why…(Sob) you're leaving?" She cried another fresh about of tears.
Harry laughed silently at his little sister's tears. He kissed her on each cheek when she hugged him
as fiercely as her small arms could.
"There… there… I'm not leaving forever; I'll be coming back. Not for a while, but I'll come and
visit. You'll be a good girl ok Lily?" Harry asked.
She cried harder and spoke in broken sobs.
"I… (Hic) promise you… I'll be… (Sob) a good… girl… I promise… so please… (Hic) don't leave me."
She cried harder. This was the first time he had ever seen his youngest sister cry.
Harry gave his parents a look that said help.
His mum immediately tried to stop her poor daughter, but she couldn't do much because she was
crying as well.
"M-My baby b-boy (Sob) is all grown up and (Hic) going to H-Hogwarts, it feels like it was just y-
yesterday when I (Hic) changed his d-diapers." She then burst into another bout of tears while
hugging her baby daughter Lily who was crying along with her.
His father rolled his eyes and pulled both back.
"Take care son, and make sure you learn extra hard in class." His father said. Even though what his
original thought was.
'Don't forget to play pranks on your teachers and especially in class!'
When Harry turned around to leave, he waved goodbye.
"Bye everyone! I love you all!" Harry said turning to the train.
They all said their byes and waves while his sisters who were holding the tears back burst into tears.
Harry rolled his eyes with his back turned. Geez… he was like a water magnet, thinking about Cho
from his 5th year. While Harry was walking to the train, he saw some people that made his heart
stop. The Weasleys… He didn't even glance at them really, he was staring at Ginny. She was looking
very sad and was crying seeing her brother's leave. Harry smiled at the thought, he remembers her
crying and chasing after the train when the train was leaving. Just then he heard her squeak hearing
that The Boy Who Lived was going to Hogwarts. He didn't see it when she turned to look his way
when he was in deep thought. He remembered he wasn't the Wizard World's saviour anymore.
Sighing sadly, he walked to the train. He would wait for her, if she was still the same person that is.
Ginny was crying and laughing goodbyes. All her brothers were leaving for Hogwarts. She was going
to be alone for a year at the Burrow. For some reason she felt someone was watching her, when she
turned around, she saw a handsome young boy around Ron's age with messy black hair and bright
piercing green eyes. He was deep in thought. For some reason, she had a connected feeling she
knew him from somewhere. Slowly she paid her attention back to her brothers. She just had this
feeling she was going to meet him again one day for some odd reason.