Trials and Tribulations
Summary: Harry Potter knew he was going to get shocked when he visited his parents graves. He knew that'd he'd see family he never met; like grandparents, uncles, and aunts. But one thing he didn't know, was that he was going to meet his sister.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Lily or James, and the Marauders…probably anyone new too.

BB/N: This story does NOT have any bad scenes in it. I'm only 14 you know…

Prologue

Harry Potter stood in the middle of the room his best friends, and girlfriend were in. They were in St. Mungo's. The war was over…It's been over for six days.

Ron had been seriously injured, and only just came to, the day before. He had suffered serious injuries to his lungs, ribs, and heart. No one was sure what spell was used, who used their fists, and the cast all the damages.

It took a long time to find any type of antidote for Ron.

Hermione was sitting beside Ron's bed, his hand clasped tightly in hers. Harry knew, internally, that neither of them said anything to each other about their relationship, knowing that they were afraid to lose each other. He smiled sadly at them. 'They can be together now. I'm not going to get in the way.'

Harry watched as Ginny stood up in front of him. She kissed Harry. Harry knew he was going to have to get used to them being together again. "Be careful okay?" She demanded. Harry nodded his head.

"I've been meaning to do this for ages Ginny," He said quietly. He gripped Ginny's hands tightly in his own "Before the war…but I got caught up."

Ginny nodded her head. "I just—just want you to be careful, okay?" She asked. "I'm so scared of losing you again," She whispered quietly.

Harry nodded his head. He wrapped his arms around Ginny, and squeezed her tightly. He understood how worried they were. They weren't in danger anymore, but they were all constantly afraid of losing each other. Even if it was a quick getaway, or even leaving to the loo, they worried about each other.

Harry broke away from the hug, and smiled at Ginny. She smiled back. Then he turned to Hermione and Ron.

"You stay healthy Ron," Harry said, standing over his best friend. Ron nodded his head mutely. Harry turned to Hermione. "Hermione," Harry said quietly. "I'm going to be back later tonight, or tomorrow morning."

"I know!" Hermione said, her bottom lip trembling. "But I'm so worried about you Harry."

It was quiet a moment. Harry frowned. He hated making his friends worry like this. "You don't have to worry Hermione," He said. He smiled at her gently. "I'm not in that much danger anymore. Please don't worry."

Ron snorted. He shifted in his bed, turning on his side. "Bullocks Harry. Your words aren't going to stop her worrying." He coughed and winced slightly.

This caused Hermione to smile slightly. Harry smiled too. He gave one last look to Ginny, and then he went to the door. "I'll see you later," He said. He then turned and left. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it.

He really was going to be gone for maybe a few hours. Harry looked around the corridor. It was deserted. No Weasley's were around. Healers weren't going anywhere. Not a sound.

Harry sighed, and shoved his hands in his pockets. He walked slowly to the lift. He was glad they added a lift, because he wasn't fancying a climb on the stairs. He stepped into the lift, and when the woman asked where he wanted to go, Harry said, "The lobby."

Harry stood quietly in the lift. No one was riding with him, except an exceptionally large spider in the corner, and a few notes flying above his head.

When Harry reached the lobby, and the doors opened, he was surprise to see Luna Lovegood crying in front of the receptionist. His heart dropped low, and he left the lift.

Hearing the noise of the lift, Luna looked up. Her radish earrings swung as her head moved quickly. Then she walked towards him.

"Luna?" Harry asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. He had never seen her cry before, so he knew this had to be about Neville.

"They found him," She said, hiccupping a moment. Harry swallowed as he felt a lump form in his throat. Through the years at Hogwarts, he had grown close to Neville.

Luna, I'm—"

"He's alive Harry!" She said, wiping her eyes. "They found him tied up in a shed. Dead Death Eaters surrounded him, but he was alive." She wiped her eyes again.

Harry smiled, the lump leaving his throat. "I'm happy for you Luna."

Luna smiled, and then excused herself. Harry nodded his head. She was going to inform Neville's grandmother.

The receptionist smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back. He left St. Mungo's with a little extra bounce in his step.

When he was outside of St. Mungo's, he pulled out his wand. A few Muggles were walking passed, but they paid no heed to Harry. Harry took this for granted, and apparated to Hogsmeade.

A few older witches and wizards were milling about around Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks was deserted, except for Madame Rosmerta, who was cleaning it up. It had been damaged during the war.

The Hogshead was totally gone. It was destroyed and in ruins. The bartender there had died when his building collapsed. He refused to leave it.

Harry shook his head slowly, and began walking through Hogsmeade. He saw that Madame Puddifoots had not been damaged, 'Or whatever it was called,' Harry said in his head. He wouldn't have minded if that building was gone.

Towards the end of Hogsmeade, there was a small dirt path. Harry noted it, and doubled back. 'There's a flower shop someone around here…' Harry thought, looking around. 'Or there should be.' After a few moments of looking, he found Williams Shop of Flowers. It was a small building, and Harry wasn't surprised that he missed it.

The shop door was wide open, and an older man with a broom was sweeping dust into a dustbin. Harry stepped into the shop, and the older man looked at Harry. "Hello Mr. Potter," He said, shaking Harry's hand.

"Afternoon sir,"

"What can I do for ye today?" the man asked. He set aside his broom, and looked expectantly at Harry.

"I err…" Harry paused. "I need two dozen roses, red roses, if you have them sir."

The older man nodded his head, and Harry saw him walk into a smaller room off the shop. Harry stepped towards it and peeked in. Inside the room were hundreds upon thousands of flowers, all neatly lined up upon a shelf.

The man was gone for a few moments. Harry was beginning to feel lightheaded from the scents of the flowers, so instead, he walked to the counter. On the counter was a list of prices. Harry began studying the prices, and then he began fishing out the money from his pockets.

The older man came back with the two-dozen roses. He handed them to Harry. When Harry offered him the money, the man shook his head, declining. "Mr. Potter, you saved my grandchildren from seeing a war. This time it is free, but next time, I will charge."

Harry smiled at the old man, and thanked him. He put the money back in his pockets, and then he left the shop.

Harry remembered the small dirt path. He went to it, and took a deep breath. He began walking down it. The path was secluded, and covered by large trees. Harry stared at his feet as he walked down the path. His emotions were mixed; he didn't know what to think.

He was going to see his parents for the first time today. He was sad, and yet he was happy and excited.

'Am I supposed to feel this way?' Harry thought. He continued down the path, and then he saw a fork. A sign was nailed to a tree. Harry peered closely at it. It was an ancient sign, and it needed repainted.

The Potter Cemetery

Harry was surprised. "I have my own cemetery," He said, staring at the sign. He pulled out his wand, and pointed it at the sign. With a few quick spells, the sign looked as good as new.

Harry took the fork in the path, and there was a slight incline. Harry looked around. This area, in his opinion, was beautiful. There were trees shading the path—

Harry gasped. In front of him was the cemetery.

Right in front of him.

He stepped towards it slowly. He felt like his heart rate dropped to nothing. His heart was pounding in his ears.

Eleanor Potter

Harold Potter Sr.

Harry stared at the headstones. Those were his great-great grandparents. There were plenty of headstones in this cemetery. He looked towards the end of the line. None of the graves looked new, but there were recently placed flowers on two headstones.

Harry hurriedly walked to the headstones. His vision was beginning to get blurry, and he collapsed onto his knees.

Sitting in front of him was James Potter's headstone.

Harry swallowed the lump that rapidly formed in his throat. He didn't even know he was going to react this way.

He laughed nervously. "Hi Dad," He said, his voice shaking with unknown emotions. He quickly wiped his eyes. He touched the headstone, totally oblivious to his surroundings. It started to rain.

"I have a lot to talk to you about," Harry sniffed quietly. He placed half the flowers on his fathers grave. "I'm done with Hogwarts, and I was the Quidditch captain for a year. I was a good seeker. You would've been proud." Harry smiled slightly. He then turned to the headstone next to his flowers.

"And Mum," He said, placing the rest of his flowers on her plot. "I'm in love," He sniffed, feeling more tears form in his eyes. "Her name's Ginny Weasley. She's a wonderful woman." Harry took a deep breath. "The war is over," He whispered.

"Since Sirius is up there with you, tell him I miss him dearly. I've taken care of Grimmauld Place; don't worry." He sniffed. "Tell Dumbledore I found all the Hocruxes. I worked hard…I did it." He crossed his legs and sat quietly. He was thinking of what he should say next.

Suddenly a twig snapped, and Harry immediately turned around, pulling his wand from his pocket. He gripped it tightly.

There was a pop. No one appeared.

"Shite," Harry cursed quietly. He felt anger flaring within him. He didn't feel safe here anymore.

He stood up. "I'll be back," He said. He wiped off his bottom, and realized that it had been raining, but it stopped. He shivered slightly, and began walking.

He glanced at the small headstone next to his parents. He peered at it closely, because the lettering was small.

His eyes opened wide.

Mary Anne Evans-Potter
Beloved Baby Girl of Lily Evans and James Potter
April 13, 1979 – April 17, 1979

Harry frowned, feeling more anger surge through him. 'Why wasn't I informed of this?' Harry asked himself. He suddenly clenched his fists, his jaw clenched.

He suddenly felt like he needed a talk with a certain Marauder.

Quickly Harry pulled out his wand, and apparated to Remus Lupin's house. Tonks was standing outside the house, her huge pregnant belly sticking out. She smiled at Harry brightly, her bubble gum pink hair sticking up in odd places. It seemed like she just woke up.

"Wotcher Harry!" She said brightly. She smiled at him kindly.

Harry forced a smile onto his face. He had forgotten about Tonks being pregnant. "Hi Tonks. Is Remus around?"

"Yeah, he just came back. He was making tea…should be in the kitchen," Tonks said. She stepped off the porch and bent over to look at her flowers that she was attempting to grow.

Harry nodded his head curtly. He walked passed Tonks and onto the porch. He opened the door and peeked in. Then he opened the door and walked in. He slammed the door behind him, cursing quietly to himself. He didn't mean to slam it, but he was just angry.

"Have a seat at the table Harry. I'll be with our tea in a moment."

Harry's mouth was agape. How'd he know he was coming? He quickly closed his mouth, and sat down at the dining room table.

Remus appeared, carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. Harry saw that he looked a little refreshed since the last time he saw him, but he had dark circles underneath his eyes.

"I need to talk to you about—"

"Mary Anne?" Remus said quietly. Harry nodded his head. His anger was slowly disappearing, as he heard the way Remus said the name. It must have been terrible for them…

"It's a long story," Remus said. "But I'll start from the beginning."

"Not when she was conceived?" Harry asked, wincing slightly. He wasn't keen on hearing that part of the story. No matter how much he didn't know the story.

Remus chuckled softly. "I don't even know how that happened." He shook his head. "Your mother was a peculiar person when it came to your father," He laughed again, and offered Harry a mug of tea.

"Really?" Harry asked.

Remus nodded his head. "It began like this…"

xoXoXoXox

BB/N: …Yeah...I'm not positive when Lily and James were in their 7th year, so this is as close as I could get...I think I'm wrong, so I'm gonna fix it when I can...

Just got my internet back recently, so I'm checking my e-mail...LoL

I've been on a pregnant thing for awhile recently...I now have All is Fair in Love and Pancakes, Unplanned Pregnancies...a lot more that I've started...

I guess I like pregnant people. :)

I have to start getting ready for a Basketball Banquet...so I'll talk to you guys later:)

Have A Nice Day!

Love,
Bob Bennit