"Harry James Potter!" Hermione screeched throughout the Head Boy and Girl common room.
"Hmm…?" Harry made a non-intelligent noise while ignoring his bushy haired friend who was screeching at him to pointlessly study.
"Don't 'Hmm' me!" She screamed.
Ever since Harry defeated Voldemort a few months prior, he had become withdrawn from everyone around him. Many people died in the final battle including Tonks, Mrs. Weasley, Luna, Fred, and his last remaining father figure Remus. However crushing their deaths were to Harry it was Ginny's death that had completely broken his spirit. And her death was the same day that Harry had proposed to her. Since then, he was afraid of getting close to people again as it only meant having something more to lose and he had enough loss to last a lifetime.
After the battle so many people wanted to befriend him, learn and tell his journey of triumph. But as Harry withdrew more and more from the limelight and public, his relationships with his remaining friends began to dwindle. Ron and Harry were barely on speaking terms because of their last blowup, Ron thinking it their duty to tell the world of their story and not seeing the problem from profiting from it at the same time. Harry thought it was disrespectful to the countless lives lost in the war including the life of Ginny, so he simply responded with a fist to Ron's face. Ron seemed to struggle with the recent financial gain and that being the newly famed best friend of The Boy Who Lived was too tempting for some.
All three members of the trio were quite powerful for their age, but Harry was even more powerful than many thought possible. Because of his achievements and core, he was deemed by the ministry as being more powerful than even Dumbledore. However with that power came a new title and with help from the Daily Prophet they deemed him 'The Hero of Light.' He hated that title. He blamed it on Arthur Weasley, who was the newly appointed Minister of Magic. Arthur just waved it off and told him he should be proud of it and their achievements.
But while a lack of fame was never something Harry had to deal with, this ever present internal melancholy and loneliness was slowly consuming him. He knew in the back of his mind that he should continue living and move on, that Ginny would want that for him. But he had a feeling that something big in the near future was going to happen. While he wasn't sure if it would be bad or good, he didn't really seem to care either way, anything would be better than this. So nowadays he always carried his trunk, broom, and his entire trust fund shrunken inside his pocket just to be ready in case the time came. While everything seemingly went back to normal for the rest of the wizarding world, Harry simply couldn't adjust.
Living on the run for over a year creates a paranoia in you that takes years to heal, and Harry would still wear his battle robes and have all his weapons hidden in them at all times. Every year since he started at Hogwarts, something bad would happen, so he was going to be prepared from now on. No one else was going to get hurt if he could help it.
But he found that life with peace was odd. No Voldemort… no worries… nothing, it was weird and in a way he didn't trust it. It was almost as if it wasn't the way it should have ended, as if it the number of losses could have been prevented.
And with this new found time Harry found himself confronted with the sheer fact that he had little to nothing to do. He already knew and passed all the NEWT level material, he easily outclassed Hermione in magical knowledge and practical usage of defense spells from almost every legendary tutor you could think of. Currently, he was Head Boy, Quidditch Captain, and the Hogwarts most eligible bachelor. Yet after Ginny, he refused to date any other people, he was too afraid of feeling all that pain again.
"Harry…." Hermione said quietly, trying to get her best friends attention.
"Hmm…?" Harry was still writing inside his journal that he had kept with him as long as he could remember, seeing as he never had a friend until he was 11.
"Would you please say something? It's been like this for the last few months!" Hermione said, feeling frustrated and secretly devastated at the ever present silence of the once outgoing young man.
"Hmm…" Harry replied as he began writing about the current financial crisis of the wizarding world. Since the Goblins sided with Voldemort during the war, the Wizard World's economy had gone into a downward spiral and many people, like him took their money out of Gringrotts and placed it inside an endless bag for safe keeping, plummeting the market in return.
"Harry James Potter! Just say something!" Hermione screeched again, not knowing how else to come across. There were several moments of silence and Hermione was about to throw a pillow at him until Harry spoke up.
"Don't waste your breath, I just don't feel like talking." Harry said calmly turning to start on another page in his journal.
"Harry! Merlin! You're talking! Oh my goodness, that's the first time I heard you speak outside of clubs and head boy duties!" She said mocking him to get him to yell or say something. But he didn't fall for it. There were another few moments of silence before she huffed and walked to her room in anger and was probably going to vent to Ron of his stubbornness.
Harry just rolled his eyes and closed the book, leaving to perform his rounds around Hogwarts. As Head boy, his job was boring and he had to admit, life was just not the same without any adventure or problems to solve. And he desperately wished for the good old days. But his friendship with Ron and Hermione would never be the same, while Ron was now dating Hermione on and off he still found the time to fool around with any pretty thing with a skirt and a pulse. And even though Ron was openly unfaithful on several occasions, Hermione was just as forgiving as usual. It pissed Harry off to high heaven that she was so blind to Ron's indiscretions, it was as if she didn't think she could do any better. If Harry tried to intervene or voice his opinion it was twisted to make him look like he was jealous of their relationship. So ever since then Harry simply ignored him. They didn't care about him anyway, no one truly did anymore.
As he made his rounds, he caught several people kissing in secluded corners or some people almost in the middle of undress around the secluded passages. Unlike most prefects and Head boys, Harry didn't give detention unless they didn't listen to the warning he gave them, he just told them go back to their dorm or Filch would find them. However if they did ignore him, he would give them a week of detentions without a hint of pity.
With his Marauders map, he located every couple in the castle and would always break them up. He was known as the 'The Lone Snog Breaker.' Harry took his duties seriously after all what else did he have to do? Ron was of course jealous of his position, but every time Ron would show his disdain he would be seeing himself in the Forbidden Forest with Filch for detention or be coldly ignored for the next few weeks. As for the couples wanting to meet up in the Room of Requirement, they were sorely disappointed that Harry had enchanted the door so that only Dumbledore, the Flamels, or Professor Flitwick could unlock it.
After his rounds were done, Harry sat on a hill outside of Hogwarts like he always did after. He was allowed to leave the castle whenever he wanted to… it wasn't like anyone could stop him anyway. While sitting under the stars, Harry began to ponder and organize his thoughts. After the final battle had ended, more than half the students in Slytherin were gone. When Harry killed Voldemort, he and everyone linked to him with the Dark Mark died in return. Snape died in Harry's 6th year after his true colors were revealed to the Death Eaters, they hadn't expected him to be an informant for the order. And as for Draco Malfoy, he joined the Death Eaters after he had dropped out of Hogwarts early and Harry killed him personally when he was seen trying to kill a Muggle family.
Harry apparated on the spot to Godric's Hollow where Ginny was laid to rest with his family, he would make sure to visit at least once a week. He could remember them planning their lives like it was just yesterday, but unlike most fairy tales and romance novels the one he ended up with did not have a happy ending.
He was alone, again.
Now standing in front of her grave, Harry silently conjured hundreds of red roses around her grave before sitting down to simply stare at the stone. He tried to take comfort from something Dumbledore told him years ago that death is not just the end; it's just the start of another adventure. But it was an adventure that he wanted to accompany his dead fiancée with, not be alone in this one.
Harry noticed a shooting star burning in the night sky overhead, and he decided to try his luck and make a wish that he wouldn't feel so alone anymore. After a few minutes he slowly fell began to fall asleep, the wind swirling around him and the magic flowing. If he would have looked at the sky again, he would have seen the shooting star explode into bright red-blue stars and fell his broken time turner from the battle started to glow and start to spin backwards in his pocket before he vanished.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he was exhausted and cold. As he looked at his surroundings he noticed something was very different.
No… everything was different.
The grave that he had laid his head on was gone! The flowers that he left for the dead were gone also! What the hell happened? He quickly left the area where Ginny's grave was supposed to be and went to his parent's grave right away. His eyes widened when he notice it wasn't there either! He remembered he left flowers for them and all the Potters that had died, but they were all gone!
"If this is some kind of sick joke, I'm going to-". Harry started to speak angrily but noticed his voice….it sounded like a little kid. He slowly reached down, checking his body carefully and noticed a lack of muscle and most importantly a lack of height!
"Oh what fresh hell is this?" Harry shouted in shock. After a good 10 minutes of calming down and examining himself further he made a few conclusions.
He was shrunken into a child! Ginny and his parent's graves weren't here, so… the only conclusion he could come up with was that it was probably some sick joke, he was involved in a scheme or he just didn't know. He still had all of his shrunken belongings. His clothes were too big for him, so he took out his wand and immediately his clothes shrunk to fit his size. Funny, his magic was still at its highest extent even thought he was shrunken to a little kid. Finally having enough, he decided to talk to someone about this. His first thought was explore his surroundings and to make a plan.
Walking into town, he noticed he was still at Godric's Hollow's. When he began asking people questions while he was walking in town such as where the library was, an odd thing happened in that the wizards and witches in the community weren't that surprised to see him, they even greeted him like they knew him. That wasn't odd because he was of course 'The Hero of Light' but what was odd about it was there weren't any people asking for his autograph or wondering why the-boy-who-lived suddenly became an 11 year old. They were talking to him as if he were a regular person.
As he walked in front of a shop he caught his reflection in the window and stopped abruptly. He had to be at least eleven years old, had the same hair, same glasses except they weren't old and broken. And one very important thing still existed; the lightning bolt scar on his forehead was still there.
But before he could continue walking someone tackled him from behind and both of them fell to the ground. On instinct he had almost reached for his wand to curse them but suddenly remembered that he was not in his world and that no one was dumb enough to attack him in broad day light in a wizard town.
"Hey! You need to watch where you're…" Harry stopped short when he got a look at the culprit. The person that tackled him and was now sitting on his chest was a nine or eight-years-old red-haired girl with green eyes that looked exactly like his.
"Harry! Where were you! Mummy and Daddy was searching all over for you! You know how worried we've been?" She said teary.
Harry was shocked. What the hell was this little girl talking about? Seeing that she was about to cry, he immediately hugged her and told her he was fine. He didn't know where the hell that came from; he usually was distant with strangers and generally had a rule against people tackling him to the ground. But something told him this girl was close to him, as if she were family. When he let her go she looked at him oddly as he searched her face to place her, thinking of the different ways she could know him.
"Are you ok?" He asked when he saw a scrape on her elbow from the fall.
"I'm fine; you're the one who's been missing since yesterday! Mum and dad are going to kill you! Uncle Sirius and Remus…" But Harry didn't hear the rest as he froze.
Mum, dad, Uncle Sirius, and Uncle Remus? They were alive? Just what the hell was going on?
"Why don't we go back to our parents?" Harry suggested calmly. He didn't know what was going on, but he was going along with it. Maybe the girl in front of him needed medical help and was mistaken; she had gotten loose from St. Mungos for all he knew. But that did not explain how she knew of Sirius and Remus…
"Ok!" She said excitedly while dragging him by his arm to the house where his parents once lived. But the house he had seen completely destroyed only months ago looked as if it were out of a fairy tale, water fountain and all.
"Hey bro!" The red head said excitedly. "Yes?" Harry asked confused, brother…me?
"Where'd you get those cool robes? You look like one of those wizards in mom's old history books that are about to go to war!" She said excited.
"Uhhh…." Harry said unsure of what to say.
"Well? Did you steal them from dad or something?" She gave him a pointed look. But Harry was simply speechless, the new turn of events involving the girl that resembled his mum and calling him her brother still had not computed in his head yet.
"Harry!" A hysteric voice screamed from ahead and he was soon surrounded. Before he knew it, he was given a Hermione like hug by a red haired woman who was crying onto his shoulder. He heard multiple footsteps that were approaching from all different directions.
"Harry!" A bunch people called his name. And when the woman released him, what he saw made him freeze. It was his mother but she looked older than the version he had seen in the Mirror of Erised.
'It can't be.' Harry thought to himself wildly. Immediately thinking this was a trick and beginning to panic he jumped back and got into stance as if ready for a fight. He stopped his almost natural instinct to pull out his weapons because of the amount of children around him.
"Harry what?" The woman asked confused and alarmed while tears were rolling down her face.
"What's going on?" A very familiar voice spoke from behind the woman, but it sounded rich and healthy. When Harry saw the person, he couldn't help but shout.
"Sirius! Remus!" Harry shouted not noticing how both of them were looking at him strangely.
"Hey squirt, where have you been? And what are you doing?" Sirius asked giving him a strange look.
"Oh." Harry remembered he was still in a fighting stance aiming directly at the woman who looked like his mother. The next person he saw join the group made him freeze. It was his father, and like his mother he looked older and healthy.
"What the fu-". Harry said unsure of what to make of this, he couldn't feel any dark intent coming from any of the strangers. Their overall vibe had only showed love and kindness, so he couldn't see any more reason to be afraid of them.
"We've been looking all over for you. Where have you been?!" His father yelled.
Harry was unsure of how to respond so he spoke the first thing that came to his mind with shameful voice, "Sorry dad." He didn't know what was going on, but he decided to play along for the sake of getting some answers.
Everyone gave him a strange look at his apology and he spoke again, "Did I say something wrong?"
"No just… ". Remus spoke up from next to him.
"You never apologize." Lily finished while looking as shocked as everyone else.
Harry didn't know what to do, so he simply stayed silent. "Anyway, let's go kid, you had us all worried." Sirius said calmly as he put his hand over his shoulder as the lead him back to Godric's Hollow. Harry walked carefully, remaining fully alert and cautious. While he may not sense the danger coming from him, he still did not trust the situation he was in.
"Pronglet, you sure you're alright?" Sirius whispered from beside him. Harry only nodded as he didn't trust himself to speak.
When they approached the huge manor Harry began to feel uneasy, which he tried to ignore but found that difficult seeing as he was currently surrounded by four people who were supposed to be dead.
"We found Harry!" Remus shouted to the unknown figures they were walking towards.
Harry heard the people cheer, and they all began to run before stopping in front of him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, as it was obvious that these people were supposedly his brothers and sisters. He could also see near the back of the group what looked to be Sirius' wife as the man leaned in to give her a quick peck on the mouth. Harry just gave them a blank look and analyzed each of them and wasn't even paying attention while they were talking. He snapped out of it when everyone left to go do some things and was left alone with his mother.
"Harry you look like you've seen a ghost." She said checking his forehead, making Harry smile. It was the first time someone had done something so motherly to him.
"And where did you get those robes? They must have been expensive! I know I didn't buy you that."
"Err… I bought it with the money I saved up." Harry said uncertain if it was the right answers or not. Thankfully it was because she turned to walk in the house and went toward the kitchen and Harry followed, not knowing where else to go.
When he entered, he noticed how beautiful the family home was. He felt somewhat happy for the first time in years and he didn't know why, but he felt like he belonged there. As he sat on the chair at the table, he watched his mother begin cooking with ease and after some crazy theories and thoughts the explanation came to him. He was in an Alternative Universe. It was the only logical reason.
But he was snapped out of his thoughts when his mother began to speak, "Harry, what's wrong? Don't you want to go practice playing pranks or talking about Quidditch with Leon or Alex. You're awfully quiet." She said as she analyzed her son's expression.
"Mum…?" Harry asked.
"Yes dear?" She responded while giving him an odd look.
"Can I hug you?" Harry asked, somewhat embarrassed.
She didn't know why he asked her that, but she nodded nonetheless. She was surprised when he just jumped up and hugged her. What she heard next made her smile and begin to appreciate her son's newfound affection for her as he did not show this much love for her before.
"Mum…I… I love you so much." Harry felt the tears welling up in his eyes but managed to keep them in. He had wanted only one thing as a child, and that was to be hugged by his mum. And she was everything he expected, she smelled sweet and clean. The warmth and love she was giving him in her arms made him so comfortable… he loved it.
"Shh…everything will be ok." She said unsure of what was going on, but she liked it in a way. However something different about him, he was quiet and seemed to mature overnight. Normally her son would be loud, rash, rude, and she had to admit at times annoying. Yet the person in her arms was different.
After an hour or so, everyone came down for lunch and Harry immediately sat by his mother. He just sat and listened to all the conversations that were going on, quickly learning all his brothers and sister names from the small conversations, as well as Sirius' children's. Harry so far was the oldest from what he could tell, Sakura and Rosa were twins and both were red heads. Sakura was the one he met first and had green eyes from their mother, and Rosa had brown like their dad. Leon had black hair like him, but brown eyes like his dad as well. Sylvia had black hair with green eyes. Little Lily was a mini-size of their mother, the youngest of the Potters with red hair and green eyes.
Sirius children were a surprise. He learned that Sirius' wife's name was Amy and that she was half Japanese and half American Veela. Alex was the oldest of the Black family with his twin sister Yuna. While Alex looked exactly like Sirius with black hair, blue eyes. Yuna on the other hand was just like her mother with silver-blonde hair with bright icy blue eyes. Yuna seemed to be best friends with Sakura and Rosa since they were the same age. Baby Eric had black hair, and blue eyes.
Both families seemed to be normal, with everyone making jokes and getting along amazingly. The girls were having girl talks, while the guys were talking about old pranks, broomsticks, and Quidditch. His silence did not go un-noticed, but everyone seemed to just ignore it for now, thinking that maybe he wasn't feeling well. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he was spoken to.
"Harry, where were you yesterday?" Lily asked. A few people had stopped talking and began listening to hear his response.
Harry shifted nervously in his chair at being the center of attention, "I was just wondering around the graveyard, looking at the history of the Potter family. It's quite peaceful there."
The adults nodded but didn't seem convinced, but Lily was giving him an odd look. Maybe she knew Legimency? No, Harry was a master Occulmencer whose skill rivaled Dumbledore; even Voldemort couldn't penetrate his mental barriers without him noticing.
When lunch ended Harry began to wander around the house until he found his room, which was pretty big. He had the latest Nimbus 2000 and laughed inwardly as he also had his Firebolt in his pocket, luckily he didn't forget it. Making up a list in his head he first went to the family library and started to read on history, wanting to know what happened in this dimension and how it was different. What he learned shocked him.
Harry's parents were never attacked during the 1st war by Voldemort himself as he attacked the Longbottoms first, and Neville became The-Boy-Who-Lived. Neville's parents were not home during the attack, but his Aunt and Uncle, who were baby-sitting that day did not survive and Neville was left with a triangle scar. He wondered if Neville had the same Parsel-tongue ability as him.
After further reading he learned that after the war there was a mass clean out for the other Death Eaters, information was given from Karkaroff that Peter Pettigrew was also a Death Eater, he was quickly apprehended and nothing was mentioned about the Potter's after that. The history book mentioned that when Peter Pettigrew was captured, his punishment was for him to be given the Dementor's kiss. However, because of its cruelty and controversy, he was spared. He had earned three life sentences to Azkaban, and was still alive to this day.
How that weak pitiful bastard was able to live this long, he did not know…
But Harry promised himself that he would help Neville defeat the Dark Lord and from what he read in the history book it seemed that Voldemort wasn't as powerful as the one he faced in his old world. But Harry had his doubts; Voldemort was and will always be in his mind the most powerful dark Wizard of all time. It wasn't wise to underestimate your enemies. But more importantly Harry wondered how the Prophecy fit into all of this. I'll think of that later he thought as he grabbed another book.
It felt odd for him to know who you're supposed to be, but were now someone else. Not that Harry didn't mind, he had always wondered what life would have been like watching himself from another P.O.V. and now he had his chance. Harry smiled at this revelation and for once in his life things were actually looking good for him. He didn't notice it was already late at night and past dinnertime already until there was a knock on the doorway from his Mum, Dad, and Sirius. Closing the history book, Harry gave them a look that said 'Go ahead.'
"Hey kid, you missed dinner." Sirius said as cheerful as usual. He was holding two-year-old Eric who gave was rubbing his eyes.
Harry nodded, still somewhat unsure of them but for some reason not wanting to return back to his dimension now that he was living this one. But a part of him still was uncomfortable having a conversation with several people who were supposed to be dead.
"Come on little prong's what's up? You're acting funny, you haven't played prank the entire day with Leon or Alex, and you've been studying in the library. What's your mother done to you?" Sirius joked and Lily smacked his arm.
"Nothing Sirius, just trying to figure some things out." Harry said turning back around. He was beginning to get scared they would start to get suspicious of him and his new behavior and wondered if they would make him go home if they found out who he truly was. Harry went to bed soon after, a lot on his mind.
"You know, the way he speaks sometimes make it sound like he's about to die or leave." Sirius said confused.
"Sirius! Don't joke around like that!"
"Well he is about to go Hogwarts mate. Maybe he's just nervous." James replied ignoring his wife's comment. Lily went silent as she was equally confused of her son's behavior.
The next month at Godric's Hollow was fun and he loved every moment with his new family. After searching his room he found a journal from the Harry Potter he replaced. After some thorough reading he began to understand his life more so that he would prevent further suspicion.
After waking up at the crack of dawn to do his training exercises he decided to make breakfast for the family. He always wanted to do something like this when he had his own family one day…one day when he married Ginny. He didn't even notice when his surprised mum and sisters walked into the kitchen behind him, watching with amusement as he flipped the pancakes and listened to the radio. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his father and his brother's loud footsteps as they ran down the stairs for breakfast. When he turned around, he froze as his mother and sisters were watching him with a smile and seemed to admire his pygmy puff covered apron.
"Well Harry, I never knew you knew how to cook." Sakura said sweetly while eyeing the food.
"Uhh… yeah I do… I've been practicing lately. I wanted to do something special for you girls since you always have to put up with us." Harry said remembering what the journal had said. The old Harry had wanted to do something nice for his family, so he was trying to learn how to cook but failed miserably.
"Hey it smells great in here! I knew I married you for a reason Lily!" James exclaimed while looking at the French-toast, eggs, sausage, biscuits, and pancakes when he entered the kitchen with Leon. He ruffled Harry's hair affectionately as he made his way to sit down.
"Sorry James, It wasn't me cooking this time…" Lily said smiling.
"What? Then it must be my beautiful daughters!" James said eyeing them appraisingly while piling his plate high with French toast.
"Err… Sorry dad, I hate to bust your bubble, but we didn't cook this." Rosa said as she reached for the pitcher of orange juice.
"That's right, Harry cooked it." Sakura said munching on the food before anyone could taste it.
"What? Harry…? You cooked it? Wow, when did you learn how to…"
"Is it poisoned?" Leon jokingly asked and flinched slightly at slight smack from Sakura.
"No you moron, its great!"
"Honestly, it tastes really good." Sakura commented as she pulled began to eat her breakfast in the same way Ron would eat his.
"Yum!" Little Lily giggled.
"Pretty good Harry, but mum's French toast is better." Leon said. Lily was somewhat speechless, her son was cooking as if he had been doing it all his life, to her knowledge he couldn't even boil an egg.
"Honestly, it was just a one-time thing and…."
"Yeah." Sakura interrupted, "One time thing my arse!"
Lily kissed Harry on the cheek, "Just wait till you're older Harry. Girls love guys that can cook. And to think all this time, I thought you were just a trouble maker and a prank addict like your father."
"'Hey! I resent that. Well Harry, I for one would appreciate if you started cooking for us for now on. No offense honey." James said kissing his wife's cheek.
After everyone finished eating, Sirius came over at the end of breakfast with his kids. Harry knew they would be coming around this time as it said so in the journal which was becoming very helpful with getting to know the family even better.
"Now you're not getting soft on your father and I, are you? You better not stop doing pranks! You got a good deal to live up to… Ouch Lily!" Sirius said getting hit on the head by Lily.
As the family went on their way after breakfast, Harry sat on the couch reading yet another history book all about the first war when he felt someone sit next to him. He instantly recognized the girl was Yuna, Sirius oldest daughter, and twin of Alex. From what the journal said, she had a huge crush on him, but the old Harry would just laugh at her and make fun of her which he didn't think was funny whatsoever. He knew how it felt to have a crush on someone, have them make fun of you because of it and play with your emotions. Cho Chang had strung him along for two years before he realized she was only interested in his fame.
"So, I heard you're quite the cook. Never expected you to do something like that." She said, leaning her back on the armrest of the couch.
"Thanks, I always liked cooking. I just always hid it from mum, not really something a lot of guys do. Do you cook for your family?" Harry asked, wanted to be nice to her because for all he knew things would look up for him if they became friends.
She gave him a surprised smile, usually he would act like a showoff, but her Harry was different now. He seemed much more well-spoken and mannered. It was a nice change.
Without even thinking she blurted out, "I saw you working out yesterday." Her eyes widened at the words and she blushed slightly.
Harry smirked slightly before answering, "Yeah, I've been training lately. But like I was saying… do you cook?"
"Sorry, I was off track, yes I like to cook, mum and grandma says it traditional for woman to cook while the men should work." She said shyly, reaching down to play with a string on her shirt nervously.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, your grandma is Japanese. I mean I guess it's good to keep traditions, but what is it they always say? It's also tradition that times must and always do change."
"Harry…" She said, looking him directly in the eye.
"Did I say something wrong? I mean if you like those traditions than that's fine too-".
"No Harry that was the most respectful thing I had ever heard you say! You're really something." Yuna said smiling at him sweetly. Harry scratched the back of his head nervously while blushing.
"Yeah… well… um." Harry stuttered. She was starting to move her head closer to his. And he was DEFINITELY not comfortable kissing a ten year old.
Not so far away…
James, Sirius, Lily, Amy were trying their best to not be discovered eavesdropping. They were craning their heads to see the two making small talk, thinking the entire thing was adorable. And they were all surprised to see Yuna taking the initiative. And right before she was about to kiss him… the two was interrupted by a burst of green flames by the fireplace.
Right before Yuna could kiss Harry, the chimney flames burst green and an unsuspecting Remus froze in his tracks when he saw what he walked into. When Harry made eye contact with him, he cleared his throat before bolting up to his room. Yuna gave her god-father a glare and opened her mouth to speak but her parents who were hiding from the stairs spoke before she had a chance.
"Damn it Moony! Why did you interrupt?" Sirius shouted as he jumped out from behind the stairs.
"Remus!?" Amy shouted equally annoyed as Lily Potter. Remus just looked at them like they were crazy and didn't know what to say.
Yuna on the other hand was fuming, "What? Were you guys eavesdropping?" She shouted in horror and while they tried to brush it off, they were slightly embarrassed to be caught red handed.
After that incident Harry was somewhat avoiding Yuna embarrassed at the situation and inwardly wondered if it was Yuna's Veela nature that caused her to do that. Both children were now slightly awkward around each other, causing Lily and Amy to glare at Remus from time to time.
But Remus only replied with, "I never thought James would have to start explaining to him the birds and the bees at ten years old."
Harry tried his best to move on from the situation, not wanting to make it more awkward than it already was. He decided to go flying later at night when everyone was about ready to go to bed; he never flew at the same time as his family. He learned in the journal that Harry was a somewhat pathetic flyer with a huge fear of heights. It would look odd if he was suddenly the amazing flyer he was, so he put if off for now.
Later in the week the Potter's threw Harry a birthday party where James asked Harry out of the blue, "So I heard you come in last night. Saw you had your broom we got you, I thought you were afraid of heights?"
"Yeah I've started to practice a lot more and I've think I've gotten over the heights thing." Harry lied, he inwardly cursed at the thought of the countless lies he would have to tell in the future to keep his secret.
Harry already had to suppress his magic as he knew if he had a high magical input, Dumbledore would notice. So every once in a while when the magical suppressor given to him by Nicholas Flamel would reach its limit, he would go to a secluded area and blow off some of his magical power. He didn't bother hiding his Occulmency shields for now as he didn't want to get caught off guard by Severus Snape or Dumbledore probing his mind.
Later that night, Harry received an owl from Hogwarts. It was his invitation to Hogwarts. He faked jump for joy rushed to tell his parents who were happy at his enthusiasm. But Harry could sense their happiness for him was somewhat strained as they didn't want this new and improved Harry to leave the house. It was hard for parents to depart with their children. His mum stopped him late that night when he was to go to bed.
"Harry…" Lily called from the laundry room. Harry poked his head around the corner, "Yeah?"
She smiled back as he walked in and hopped up to sit on the dryer.
"I hope you're not nervous about school. You'll love it, but promise me you'll stay out of trouble?" She asked.
"I'll try; I mean I'm not that big of a trouble maker." Harry said simply.
"You use to be." She answered back, flicking her wand at the clothes and watched as they began to fold themselves.
"Don't worry mum, I'll make you proud. I'll study hard and try my best." They were both quiet for a few minutes until Harry broke it.
"Promise me… that you'll never forget me." Harry said in a serious voice that made her turn around in shock.
"Harry… Why would I-?" She began but was confused why he was talking like he was about to disappear. What would make him say such a thing?
"It's just that I know things change. That people grow up, move on with their lives and sometimes families break apart." Harry said quietly. Like the Weasley's he thought, ever since the family had lost three members it had disintegrated, none of them keeping in touch with each other. With Ginny they lost the fire, Molly the love and Fred the laughter. Honestly he was afraid that one day he might have to return back to his old world and continue with that life. He noticed a few days ago that his broken time-turner was missing and he was still searching but had a feeling there was a reason he couldn't find it.
But since the day he had stepped into this world, he had loved every minute and moment of it. And he would do whatever it took to stop anything that would hurt his new family. This had been the happiest Harry could ever remember being.
Harry leaned over to kiss Lily's cheek, "I will love you always mum, always... no matter what."