Oh, by the way, I have updated a few of the old chapters in my other stories if you want to read those as well! This one has some changes, but not major ones, mainly grammatical errors and such!
This chapter basically tells you what happens in the run up to christmas 1991 in the Granger household! Chapter Nine will be what happens after! I really hope you enjoy, please review and thank you for being patient!
Without Further Ado...Chapter Eight!
"Harry, are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Hermione asked nervously. Harry smiled and kissed her forehead lightly.
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"Thank you for the offer love, but I don't want to provoke Ronald any more than it will with me being there." Harry said apologetically. She looked torn for a moment, before relenting.
"Alright; but be careful." He smiled and hugged her.
"I will." He was just about to head to the pavement, before Michael came up to him and whispered conspiratorially.
"Harry, make sure you get him in as much trouble as possible, ok?" He said with a grin. Harry laughed and grinned. Emma rolled her eyes and dragged him back to the house.
Discover moreBooksFind Study AidsLearn a LanguageGet Class SuppliesRead Fan Fiction"We'll see you in a little while Harry." He nodded and waved. As he saw the last of the Grangers head back into the house, he walked to the curb and held out his wand hand.
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With a deafening BANG and flash, a large violently purple triple decker bus screeched to a halt directly in front of Harry. Gold lettering above the windscreen spelled 'The Knight Bus'. The doors slid open with a hiss and a man in a purple uniform stepped out, beginning to read off a piece of card in his hand.
"'Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this afternoon.'" Finishing his spiel, Stan finally noticed Harry grinning madly at the bus.
"'Choo smilin' at?" Harry shook his head and looked at Stan.
"Nothing, just admiring your bus." Stan puffed up proudly.
"Yeah, she's a beauty, ain' she?" He said, with a crooked grin. Remembering his job, he looked back at Harry. "So you gettin' on?" Harry nodded and stepped through the doors, and Stan gestured to one of the beds in the middle of the bus.
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"You 'ave this one." Harry nodded and sat down. Stan glanced around at the driver, a man sitting in an armchair right behind the wheel. "This is our driver, Ernie Prang."
Harry remembered the man from his first journey on the Knight Bus in third year. He was an elderly wizard, wearing very thick glasses. Ernie nodded to Harry, who replied in kind. Remembering the discomfort he had suffered the first time around, he braced himself against the bed for the inevitable movement of the bus.
"Take 'er away, Ern." With a BANG and a roar, the bus jerked forward suddenly, speeding off down the tight streets.
Discover moreFan fiction booksWriting softwareCreative writing coursesOnline writing communityFan fiction merchandise"Woss' your name?" He asked suddenly. Harry turned his attention from the flashing scenery, back to the conductor.
"Harry Potter." He said smiling. Stan gaped at him for a moment, losing his grip on the hand rail as the bus took a tight turn around a bend.
"Ruddy 'ell, Harry Potter! Hey Ern, we got Harry Potter on board!" Ernie replied with a grunt. Stan continued to barrage him with a number of random questions before he again remembered to do his job. "Oh yeah, where you wantin' to go, Harry?"
"Could you take me to the Burrow in Ottery St. Catchpole?" Stan nodded.
After about ten minutes of travel, the Knight Bus screeched to a halt just outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, with a bang and a flash. As Harry gave his fare to the conductor, Stan proceeded to shake his hand in a very over the top way.
Discover moreAuthor collaboration toolsDigital book publishingStory writing promptsFan art commissionsWriting contest entries"'Ere, it's been great meetin' yah Harry."
"It's been good meeting you too Stan." He said with a smile. Looking back in the bus, he spoke to them both. "Thanks Stan, Ernie." Taking a few steps away from the curb, the Knight Bus vanished with another BANG and flash of light.
Shaking his head at the antics of the conductor, he walked down the dirt road which led to the Burrow. Completely surrounded by trees, it was about seven minutes before the crooked tip of the Weasley family home came into view.
As he approached the house, he shivered as he past the ward line surrounding the property. Almost immediately, the familiar visage of Molly Weasley came bustling into view.
"Hello, what can I do for you, young man?" She asked kindly.
"Hello Mrs Weasley; I'm Harry Potter." Recognition set in instantly.
"Oh Harry, dear! I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you! Come inside dear, while I get Arthur."
Harry followed Mrs Weasley into the familiar Burrow. As they entered the living room, he was overcome with a feeling of nostalgia and smiled at the memories. His smile faded when he remembered the last time he had been here; Bill and Fleur's wedding.
Memories of Kingsley's patronus warning them, the flashes of spell fire, the panic on the faces of the fleeing guests, the dark mark…he shook his head of those thoughts. He realised that Mrs Weasley had stopped and was talking to him.
"Harry, dear, I was wondering if I could speak with you before we see Arthur." He raised an eyebrow in surprise but nodded warily.
Discover moreBook review servicesCrossover story ideasAnime merchandiseComic book subscriptionsMovie memorabilia"Certainly; what can I do for you?" She gave him a motherly smile before speaking.
"Now, I understand that Ron's actions were…reprehensible, but should he have really been expelled from Hogwarts?" Harry was silent with shock. Molly continued. "He was just acting like a young boy at that age. Surely you can rescind the expulsion?" Keeping a tight hold on his anger, he spoke quietly, but firmly.
"Mrs Weasley; the unprovoked attack and assault of a girl, is not 'acting like a young boy'. I would never even consider hitting a girl." He tempered his response. "Not only that, he beat up a person who wanted to help him. Furthermore, he insulted her with…that word." He paused.
"Yes, I certainly can rescind the expulsion. But why should I? What has he done which proves his redemption? His apology to Hermione was certainly not the behaviour of a person who had the maturity to see the errors of his actions, but of a person who felt attacked and hard done to." Molly looked like she was going to continue the argument, but sighed in resignation when she saw Harry's unchanging expression.
Discover moreTV show guidesCartoonsWatch CartoonsRead MangaRead Sci-Fi Books"Very well Harry. Let us go and see Arthur." They continued through the house, until they came to the kitchen. Sitting at the wooden table, surrounded by various muggle bits and bobs was Arthur Weasley. As they entered, he took one glance at Harry and stood up with a smile.
"Lord Gryffindor; it's good to see you." Harry smiled and shook his hand.
"Likewise Arthur, but please, call me Harry." He grinned slightly and nodded.
"Alright Harry." His smile faded and his face turned serious. "Ronald is currently upstairs tidying his room. We've put a spell on the door keeping him in there until our meeting is over." Harry nodded.
They all came and sat down around the table, Molly and Arthur on one side, Harry on the other. Just as Arthur was about to speak, his eyes suddenly got a faraway look and he paused. Standing up, he turned away from the table and left the room.
Before Harry could react, he was hit by a spell and toppled sideways out of his seat. After struggling for a moment, he noticed he was in a body bind. Glaring at Molly, who now sat with her wand pointed at him, he tried to contain his anger.
"Mrs Weasley; release me at once. You will never change my mind." He said firmly. She smiled at him and tut'd.
"Ah, Ah, Harry; never say never." He was surprised and shocked at her blatant shift in character. This was not the Molly he knew. "Now; you are going to readmit Ronald back into Hogwarts. If you don't…" She paused "…I will do more than beat your mudblood girlfriend." His anger exploded and his magic began to flare. Growling slightly, his gritted his teeth and spoke.
"This is your last warning. Release me now, or face the consequences." She sneered at him and laughed.
"You're a first year with barely any magical knowledge; I don't think you can even cast any spells with your wand." She said, holding up his captured wand. He laughed at her.
"What makes you think I need my wand?" He replied. Before she could look into that statement, Harry burnt the ropes which were binding him, jumped to his feet, summoned his wand, rolled to his left and pointed his wand at her.
"Expelliarmus, Stupefy, Petrificus Totalus." As he strung the spells together, her wand soared out of her hand; she was thrown back by the stunner and was restrained by the binder. As she fell, a look of utter surprise was stuck on her face. Allowing his anger to bleed away, he left to find Mr Weasley.
He found the Weasley patriarch sitting silently in the living room. Walking up to him, he cast a finite and sighed as Arthur's eyes came back into focus. He stared at Harry in surprise.
"Harry…weren't we in the kitchen a moment ago?" He sighed and rubbed his nose.
"Yes, we were, before your wife decided to send you away and attack me." Harry then proceeded to explain what had happened before the meeting and during. After he was finished, Arthur growled in annoyance before running into the kitchen. Seeing the dishevelled room and his unconscious and bound wife, he rubbed head in frustration and sighed.
"Harry, I must apologise. You've only known this family for a few weeks and already we've created an awful impression." Harry gave an apologetic smile.
"Don't worry Mr Weasley. As I said a week ago, three of your sons have already created a better impression than these two." He gestured to the unconscious Molly. Arthur gave a small smile but sighed once more.
"That's not the only issue. Now, my family has committed two infractions against your family. I mean, attacking a protected member was bad, but attacking the patriarch?!" He yelled to no one in particular. "We are already under investigation from the ministry. When the DMLE find out, god knows what will happen to our family." He collapsed into a seat and held his head in his hands. Harry sighed and put his hand on Arthur's shoulder.
"I know the ministry won't let this go without punishment, but since it's only two members of your family, you can punish them internally within the family and satisfy the ministry." Arthur looked at him wide eyed.
"You…you would support that?" He whispered. Harry nodded.
"All I want is to see this resolved. I believe our families could be strong allies, but that won't happen if these attacks against me continue." Arthur frowned darkly.
"Oh, it won't happen again, Harry; you have my word on that."
Ten minutes later, after having kindly offered to apparate him back to the Granger's house, Harry bid farewell to Arthur and entered the house. Almost immediately, Hermione was on her feet.
"So, how did it go?" She asked nervously. He sighed and chuckled slightly.
"It could have gone better…"
In a large ornate office in Gringrotts Bank, Director Ragnok sat filling out various forms and filling papers with his magic, occasionally summoning a book from the hundreds of shelves around the circumference of the room. His routine was interrupted by a loud knock on his door.
"Enter." A small Goblin ran through the door, carrying a letter.
"A letter for you Director." Ragnok raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "It's from Lord Gryffindor sir." The elderly Goblin smiled and accepted the letter. As the young clerk was about to leave, Ragnok stopped him with a hand.
"Wait here until I finish reading this letter. It may require immediate action." Breaking the seal, his eyes scanned the page.
Director Ragnok,
Before I get onto the topic of this letter, I wish to thank you for the prompt manner in which you are attempting to resolve the issue with my relatives. I appreciate the update you sent, informing me about the near completion of the case against them.
I wish the purpose of this letter was positive but I am afraid it is not. It has recently come to my attention that there is an artefact which holds a piece of dark magic, similar to the piece Goblin healers removed from my curse scar.
I am certain that you did not know about this item being stored inside your bank's walls and felt it my duty to inform you.
The artefact is contained within the vault of the convicted death eater family, the Lestrange's. It was placed there by Bellatrix Lestrange after it was given to her by Voldemort for safe keeping. I wish to point out, however, that the object is a founder's artefact; Helga Hufflepuff's cup.
While the dark magic within it must be destroyed, I hope you can do so without damaging the priceless relic.
May your life be filled to the brim with riches and may your enemies feel your wrath.
Lord Harry James Ravenclaw Potter Gryffindor.
Ragnok read the letter a few times before placing it on his desk, steepling his fingers in thought. After a moment, a dark look came over his face and he stood up, walking toward the door. Glancing at the young Goblin clerk, he spoke to him.
"There is a dark artefact contained within one of the vaults. I want you to find one of our best curse breakers and head down to Vault 478. I will be overseeing this personally." He boomed.
The young goblin was taken aback slightly when the director announced he would be heading down to the vaults with them, but nodded and ran to complete his task. As he was left alone, Ragnok turned back and looked at the letter. With a click of his fingers, it burst into flame and disintegrated.
'I owe Lord Gryffindor greatly for this.' He thought. 'If the knowledge that we had been harbouring an object containing Level 10 dark magic became public, it would destroy us.'
As he headed for the mine carts he realised that by offering this information to the Goblins without gain for himself was the act of a friend. Such an act had not been performed by a wizard for countless generations. As such, Ragnok resolved to maintain the relationship that had been created.
Firstly however, he was going to ensure the Dursleys paid for their crimes against a friend of the Goblin nation. Their punishment would be most…severe.
On 25th December 1991, Dudley Dursley's eyes shot open and a huge smile spread across his face. Pulling himself out of bed, he ran to the window and looked outside. A thin layer of snow had accumulated overnight, making him bounce in excitement. He had a feeling this Christmas would be one to remember. Charging into his parents' bedroom, he shouted loudly.
"MUM, DAD; WAKE UP! I WANT TO OPEN MY PRESENTS!" Petunia shifted slightly, glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Duddy-kins, it's five in the morning; let me and your father sleep for a bit longer." She finished with a loud yawn. Dudley scowled.
"But I want to open them NOW!" He whined, stamping his foot on the floor. With a groan, Petunia pulled herself out of bed and walked past Dudley.
"Alright Duddy; let's go see what's under the tree." The crocodile tears around his eyes vanished instantly, and he bolted downstairs and into the sitting room.
Shuffling into the kitchen, Petunia proceeded to start breakfast, frying bacon and eggs for her husband and son. After about ten minutes, Vernon trudged down the stairs, following the smell of his wife's cooking. Accepting a cup of coffee from Petunia, he plopped down into his favourite armchair and flicked through a newspaper.
Without waiting for his parents, Dudley pulled the gifts from under the tree, tearing the wrapping from those with his name on them and throwing the others to one side. After a few minutes, having piled up the opened presents, he scowled at his parents.
"Mum, Dad; Santa didn't bring the games console I wanted." Vernon shared a glance with Petunia.
For about a month, Dudley had been demanding that his parents buy him the new SNES games console which had been released. His parents had assured him that Santa Claus would get it for him, along with a few games. This had kept him relatively quiet. Panicking slightly, Vernon put on his best annoyed face and stood up.
"Didn't he? How dare he?! I'm in the right mind to write him a letter complaining. You know what, I'll do just that." With that, he stomped off out of the room into his office. Petunia came and sat down next to Dudley and reassured him.
"The nerve of Santa, forgetting about my Duddy-kin's present. I'll tell you what; once the shops open, we'll go out and buy you that games console. How does that sound?" Dudley thought for a moment, before nodding. Petunia internally sighed in relief.
"Come on then Duddy; let's go have breakfast, shall we?" The pudgy boy waddled off into the kitchen followed by his mother.
Vernon soon joined them around the kitchen table, still ranting about the atrocious service provided by Santa, and how he should sue him for forgetting Dudley. While the three Dursleys ate their rather large breakfast, there was a sudden crash from the front of the house.
Having flashbacks to the night when the Dursleys were introduced to Hagrid, Dudley slammed his hands over his backside and stared fearfully at the door. However, instead of a giant knocking on the door, the noise was a large number of green, dwarf-like people, who were dressed in armour and wielded swords. Before anything could be said or done, they ran into the room and surrounded them at the table.
Vernon stood up, ready to shout at the intruders, before he was forced back to his seat, a blade held over his throat. A few minutes later, another of the diminutive people walked into the room, wearing a pinstriped suit. After looking at the three of the prisoners intently, he pulled a scroll out of his pocket and read aloud to the Dursleys.
"Vernon and Petunia Dursley; you are under arrest for the severe physical and emotional abuse of a minor, one Harry James Potter, after he was entrusted into your care by one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Do you accept these charges?" Vernon was furious, his face purple with veins popping out his temples.
"HOW DARE YOU…FREAKS COME INTO OUR HOME ON CHRISTMAS, CHARGING US WITH THIS NONSENSE?! I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO MY LAWYER!" The Goblin smiled toothily and laughed.
"Lawyer? I'm afraid a muggle Lawyer would be useless right about now. You will be held in the custody of the Gringrotts Goblins, indefinitely."
"Well then; I want a…a magical Lawyer instead then." He ground out the word 'magical' like it was painful. The Goblin's smile grew even wider.
"I'm afraid I must inform you that the magical government has seen fit to allow us to punish you, instead of being handed over to the ministry. There will be no need for a Lawyer, since the trial has already occurred. You were found guilty." Vernon paled as the Goblin smiled.
Gesturing to the other Goblins, speaking in a language the Dursleys could not understand, the family was forced to their feet and placed in heavy metal chains. With the press of a portkey, the three vanished from No 4. Privet Drive, never to return.
The well-dressed Goblin surveyed the house with a smug grin. Activating another portkey, he too vanished from the house. Director Ragnok would be pleased.
As Harry lounged on his bed, fully relaxed and content, he was awoken by a sudden and violent shaking of his body. Still groggy from having just stirred, he sat bolt upright and yelped.
"Was'sat?" He gulped.
Before his mind could restart, he noticed that someone was laughing at him. Shaking his head of the cobwebs, he gave the person a piercing glare.
"Hermione; are you going to do that every day this week?" He whined.
This however made her laugh all the more. Deciding to get payback, he pulled her onto the bed and proceeded to tickle her senseless. She squealed and began laughing uncontrollably.
"HAAARRRRRRYYY!" She cried. Finally relenting, he pulled back, placed a small kiss on her forehead, giving her a lopsided grin.
"Good morning love." He said, fighting the urge to laugh at her red and sweaty face. She huffed playfully, before kissing him on the nose in reply.
"Good morning to you, too, Harry." She said with a smile. "I didn't think you'd want to sleep in considering its Christmas." His eyes lit up and he grinned.
"And you'd be right…as always!" She slapped his arm playfully and smiled. He darted off the bed and pulled Hermione with him. "Come on; last one downstairs is a Blast-ended Screwt!" The couple raced down the stairs into the kitchen, where Emma and Michael were sitting around the dinner table nursing a cup of coffee.
As they watched the red faced pair stop to catch their breath, they shared a look and tried to hide an amused smile. Hermione grinned at Harry smugly and held her head up high.
"So Harry, which one of us is the Blast-ended Screwt?" He mumbled something incoherent which made Hermione laugh. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that." He gave her a playful scowl.
"I am." Emma giggled at the banter, while Michael sniggered into his coffee. They didn't know what a 'Blast-ended Screwt' was, but Harry's reaction told them all they needed to know.
"Right, you two," Emma began, "how about we open some presents first before we have something to eat?" The bright, excited looks on their faces made her smile.
As they sat around the tree, Harry was amazed to find he had a large collection of presents waiting for him. Hermione noticed him gaping, and giggled.
From Neville, he received a large box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans; from Susan, a large bar of Honeydukes Chocolate; from the twins, a large assortment of pranking items from Zonkos; from Hagrid, a hand carved flute; and the anonymously sent invisibility cloak from Dumbledore.
Harry frowned slightly when he realised he hadn't received anything from Draco. While the thought that he did not receive a present didn't faze him, the fact his friend hadn't written for days worried him, especially regarding the warning from Amanda.
Deciding to ask Hermione about it later, Harry pulled a circular box with his name on it from under the tree and glanced at his girlfriend. Seeing the badly disguised smile on her face, he chuckled before lifting off the lid. With a gasp, he reached into the box and pulled out a piece of headwear.
"A Fez; you got me a Fez!" He cried in delight. Putting it on his head at an angle, he picked up the card. It had been a joint gift from all of his close friends. "This is so cool! Thank you Hermione." He said, pulling her into a hug.
She smiled and pulled away, offering him another box. He raised an eyebrow slightly, but took it off her with a smile and a thank you. As he tore into the blue paper, he came across a small black box, which he opened.
Inside was a chrome analogue watch with a blue face and gold hands. He grinned widely and inspected it thoroughly, running his hand along its face. Attaching it to his wrist, he kissed Hermione on the forehead and hugged her tightly.
"Thank you so much!" She smiled and blushed as he kissed her.
After fully inspecting the gift Hermione had given him, he nervously handed her a small package, wrapped in striped paper. She stared at him curiously as he fidgeted anxiously, before finally beginning to unwrap it.
Inside the paper was a small rectangular velvet covered box. Opening it carefully, she gasped slightly as she took in its contents. Inside was a small, oval shaped silver locket on a matching chain, with an otter and stag inlaid on its surface. She brushed her hand softly over the engraving, a tear creeping down her face.
Clicking it open, she saw a moving picture of her and Harry sitting next to each other by the lake outside Hogwarts. Breaking her eyes away from the locket, she gave him a tearful smile before pulling him into a tight hug.
"Thank you Harry." He smiled and mumbled 'you're welcome' into her hair.
After watching Hermione open her presents from their friends, he noticed another present with his name on it. Picking it up, he saw that Hermione's parents had bought it. He blushed, turning to look at them, giving a nervous smile.
"Dr Grange…I mean, Emma and Michael," He corrected at their look, "you didn't have to buy me anything." Emma smiled and pulled him into a hug.
"Well, after realising that your previous Christmases probably weren't that good, we decided to try and make this one special for you." He gave her a teary smile and thanked her.
Pulling apart the paper, he saw an assortment of books in a neat pile; the entire Lord of the Rings bookset and a few various Monty Python related books. He looked up at the Grangers with a wide grin which made Emma and Michael smile.
"We had to think about what to get you for a while, but we couldn't agree on something." Emma said, glancing at her husband. "So we decided to use both our ideas." Michael grinned.
"Emma got you the Lord of the Rings and I got you the Monty Python books." While listening to Michael and Emma speak, Harry felt a rush of emotions from his eleven year old side. With tears pouring freely down his face, he stood up and hugged the Grangers.
Emma and Michael were shocked for a moment, before they returned the hug, smiling slightly as they realised they had helped him overcome an emotional milestone. Hermione watched for a moment, a tearful smile on her face, before joining them in the three-way hug.
Christmas day at the Granger's house flew by, with Harry fully enjoying their company. During dinner, while they were pulling crackers, telling the awful jokes and wearing thin paper hats, a brown owl swooped through the open window and perched itself on Harry's shoulder.
A bit surprised by the sudden appearance of the unknown bird, he offered it a piece of bacon while he detached the letter. Without waiting for a reply, the owl nipped his ear in thanks and soared out of the window. Hermione looked at Harry and spoke.
"Who is it from, Harry?" He turned it over and read the front.
"It's from Gringrotts." He said with a confused frown. He hadn't expected a reply from the letter he sent about the horcrux.
Opening the sealed parchment, he scanned over the writing before his eyes went wide and his face white. Worried about his reaction, she pulled the letter from his unresisting hands. Before she could read it, he stood up.
"Is it alright if I'm excused? I don't feel very well." Receiving a nod from Michael, he left the kitchen and headed upstairs.
"What does it say, Hermione?" Emma asked. She swallowed slightly as she read it.
"It's about Harry's relatives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley." Michael and Emma scowled. "The letter is just informing Harry about their punishment." Michael frowned.
"What were they sentenced to?" Hermione began to cry as she turned to the door Harry had walked out of.
"Death." She said her voice barely a whisper. Before they could respond, she was out of the door, trying to find Harry.
As she approached his room, door wide open, she saw him sitting at the desk, staring at the night sky. Walking up slowly, she put her arms around his neck and hugged him loosely. Weakly lifting his arm, he held her hands loosely and sighed.
"Hermione…I killed them." He whispered. "I…I murdered them." Hermione knelt down by his side and held his hands.
"No you didn't Harry. You were by no means responsible." He went to speak, but she silenced him with a finger on his lips. "No. You aren't responsible. They chose to hurt you, to abuse you, for no reason than you were different." He started to cry.
"B-but I sent the Goblins after them…" He began.
"No, you didn't." She interrupted. "From what you've told me, when you arrived in the bank they would have started asking questions anyway. You are a child who showed the signs of abuse, Harry. Not only that, but you are a very important individual." She said softly. He sniffed.
"I-I could've told the ministry instead…asked them to deal with it…" He hung his head slightly, but she lifted it back up with her hand.
"Harry, the end result would have been no different. Not only are you Harry Potter, but you are also part of a most noble and ancient family. If they hadn't been executed, then they would have at least been sentenced to life in Azkaban." She kissed him gently. "You aren't to blame Harry." Pulling him from his seat, she held Harry in a tight hug as he began to cry.
Outside the door, Emma and Michael watched their daughter comfort him, before entering the room and joining the hug. While they all comforted him, Harry realised something. After nearly eighteen years of living on earth, in his original world and in this one, he finally had what he always wanted: a loving family.
And there we are! I resolved quite a few points in this chapter, but I thought it fit together nicely! I went for a bit of a feel good ending to it! Now, before anyone says about Harry and Hermione acting like children...they ARE children! One of my main points is that they have a childlike eleven year old side which is excited by everything and wide eyed in amazement! Their seventeen yr old minds mixing with their younger minds makes an interesting combo!
Tune in next time when we find out what happens at the Longbottom New years party and why Amanda warned Harry and Hermione to watch out for Draco's welfare!