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The rest of Christmas passed as fast as it came. There was laughter and smiles and a whole slew of stories. Remus and Sirius regaled them with wonderful stories of their time at Hogwarts, of the Mauraders and all the pranks they pulled. They heard stories of the First War, of things so vile and horrible they couldn't be real. Harry told stories of his own. Everyone, even his friends, were surprised. Izzy wasn't. Harry had always been full of words and stories, ever since they were little. He and Bea had spent hours making up stories, searching for them in every street. Harry told funny stories, sad stories, every story he could think of. Some were about them, and some weren't. Emma particularly enjoyed this, listening enraptured for hours on end. Occasionally, Harry told a story about Daisy, but he never admitted it.

There was also a lot of fun: inside Quidditch played and vases broken, usually blamed on Ron by the twins. Both Izzy and Johnny rode a broom for the first time. Emma wasn't allowed, much to her disappointment, but Harry had promised her she would be able to one day, when she went to Hogwarts. That comforted Izzy, the fact that Emma had a chance to leave the shit hole known as Privet Drive. They blamed wizarding chess and lost horribly to Ron every time. There was an insane amount of candy eaten, some Muggle and some not. Somehow, Sirius had managed to get a stereo working, and so there was also a crazy dance party to Mark's tapes. Johnny played the air drums while Harry performed an intense air guitar solo. Izzy couldn't contain her laughter, and neither could anyone else.

Even the adults were having their own fun. At night, when all the kids were in bed, the adults sat up at the kitchen table drinking firewhiskey and talking about old times. There was laughter and joy and forgiveness. Even Dumbledore got in on it now and again. The adults drank and toasted their children and Harry, the boy they'd let down but who'd still triumphed. Who will triumph.

Then it came time for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins to return to Hogwarts. It was also time for Johnny, Izzy, and Emma to go home. They accompanied Harry and his friend to the train. Ron and Hermione went to get a compartment, and Ginny went off to find Luna, leaving Harry alone with his friends. No one knew where the twins were, and no one really wanted to know.

Emma jumped up and hugged Harry, her arms holding onto his neck. "Don't go!" the little girl begged. "We'll miss you!" Harry's heart broke at the sight of Emma's frown.

"Don't worry," he whispered into the little girl's ear. "I'll be home before you know it, and then I'll have new stories to tell you."

Emma brightened up. "Lots of them?" she asked excitedly.

Harry nodded. "Lots and lots," he promised.

Emma looked thoughtful for a moment, or at least as thoughtful as a five year old girl could be. "But you won't forget the old ones?"

Harry looked at Emma, startled by the question. It was the story of his life, wasn't it? His life before Hogwarts had been horrible, to be sure, but it had had its good moments. He'd had Patrick and Linda and Daisy and Izzy and Johnny to keep him sane. He'd had an abundance of stories and an unlimited imagination. That world came crashing down, however, when he, Daisy, and Johnny had gotten Hogwarts letters. Johnny's had been ignored just like Harry's, but Daisy's had been taken more seriously. The little girl fought and fought to go to this school until her father snapped, beating her to death in a drunken rage. Later on, looking at family histories, Harry learned that Daisy's father had been a squib scorned by his Pureblood family. He couldn't handle his daughter having the one thing he always wanted. Izzy, on the other hand, had relatives in the magical world but no magic herself.

Harry had managed to acquire wands for himself and Johnny in Diagon Alley. He kept both his friends informed on what was going on in the Wizarding World. It was their sound opinion that the Wizarding World couldn't find its own arse with a compass even if it tried. Emma had already started showing signs of magic, and Harry was determined to make sure she went to Hogwarts.

"No, I won't," he told the little girl. It was true. Harry wouldn't forget his past life. Sure, there would be new stories made at Hogwarts, but that didn't demean any of his old ones.

Harry put Emma down. Izzy hugged him tightly. "Stay safe," she whispered. "And give the Umbitch hell from us," she added with a grin.

Harry smirked. "Oh, I will." Fred and George had several great prank ideas that Harry planned to execute.

He and Johnny did that manly hug/handshake type thing. "Don't get blown up or anything," Johnny said. Harry laughed at the look of utter disbelief on Izzy's face.

"Harry's going away for the rest of the year, and that's what you say?" she shouted at Johnny. "What's wrong with you?"

"So many things, my dear," Johnny answered cheekily. Izzy just smacked his arm, causing him to squeal in pain and Emma to laugh.

Goodbyes had already been said to Sirius, Remus, and the Weasleys so Harry boarded the train and headed to his compartment. He, Ron, and Hermione waved from the window. Maybe it wasn't so hard for someone to save me, Harry thought to himself. Maybe I just needed to open my mouth. And, with a fleeting thought, Harry knew that he would be able to save them all one day, if need be. Lord Voldemort may have Death Eaters and dark spells, but Harry had something more important: love. And wasn't love the strongest magic of all?