"I agree." Harry had whispered out as she noticed his parents were waving at him.
"Yuna," Harry said trailing off. "Can we step outside?" He said uncomfortably. "Maybe the garden outside, I don't want to meet my grandparents." He said looking at her in the eye hopefully.
It had hurt him to say that. Usually, any person would be extremely happy to see their grandparents, but Harry, was not happy.
Yuna had only nodded in understanding. She knew of the situation between Harry and his grandparents, and it had angered her. How could Harry's own grandparents hurt him like that? How could they call their own grandson names and say he would be nothing special in the future?
"Sure, I need some fresh air anyway." Yuna said as she closed her hands with his. For a moment, she had felt him stiffened, but he had soon relaxed a moment later.
As the two had left the ball room to catch some air, the clapping had died down and not many people had fancied dancing after seeing how two younglings could do moves that could easily outshine the older generation.
Neither of the two noticed a young woman who was following them out.
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McGonagall who was sitting with the rest of her co-workers at a separate table couldn't help but be impressed and proud at her student who had showed his dancing skills. Throughout the whole evening so far, she was under orders to watch Harry James Potter for any suspicious doings, but she had yet to notice anything wrong with the boy.
Honestly, why did the Headmaster have to order her to watch a 2nd year student for possible dangers or anything not ordinary, she did not know?
"The two of them were beautiful weren't they?" Sprout had said from across the table.
McGonagall had only nodded.
"A splendid dance if I say so myself," Flitwick had said cheerfully. "James and Lily had taught their son well."
The teachers had nodded at this. A few of the teachers were unable to make it, like Snape, Trelawney, and Hagrid.
"It was so dreamy," a pretty looking Professor Sinistra had said as she was looking starry eye throughout the whole dance. Her favorite student had never looked so perfect!
"Indeed, Mr. Potter and Ms. Black are outstanding dancers. I have to say they danced in almost perfect harmony." Dumbledore had said as he watched the eldest Potter son leave the Ballroom.
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"Oh their dance was so beautiful!" Amy squealed in delight. "Lily, why didn't you tell me you taught Harry how to dance?"
"I... I didn't know he could," Lily had said in an uncertain voice. "I didn't teach him and even if I did..." She paused as she noticed her in-laws were paying closely attention to what she was saying, "The way he danced showed skill that not even I can do."
Everyone gave her an odd look.
"Maybe he learned it from someone at Hogwarts?" Sakura said hopefully.
"Impossible," Rosa inserted. "No one can learn how to dance that fast. Mommy's been dancing almost all her life and even she couldn't dance as perfect as Harry."
"It doesn't matter," Alex interrupted. "As long as the two are getting along, then it's none of our business."
"Anyway, how have you been mother, father?" James said stiffly as he gave his attention to his parents. He was in good terms with his dad and his dad had loved Lily and Harry, but his mother on the other hand, he was still sore that his mother had badmouthed his wife and son the last time they all got together.
"We've been doing fine son," Mr. Potter said as he looked to his son apologetically as if to say he really didn't want to bring Mrs. Potter, his wife because of a possible confrontation.
"We're doing absolutely wonderful son," Mrs. Potter said airily. "I am surprised of your eldest. The last time I had seen your child, he was completed useless. I see you had taken my advice Lily."
"Don't insult Harry or my mother. You may be a family member but if you cross the line then you will regret it grandmother." Bill said in a strong voice that scared his grandmother.
Lily added in a cold voice.
"Oh? What advice was that?" She said only remembering how her mother-in-law had only badmouthed her and her eldest son and was surprised that Bill reacted this way. There were no words of advice or praise that time. "And that useless child has a name, my son Harry." Lily responded coldly.
"You do not remember?" Mrs. Potter said clearly disappointed. "How can you forget my words of advice?" She said clearly wanting to tell Lily how she was not worth her son's time, but she did not want to cause a scene in a room full of respectful wizards and witches. She would wait till she was at her son's home or her home.
Sirius, seeing how things were going to turn hostile, he decided to depart. He was in very good terms with the elder Potters and he did not want to screw things up with them, so he whispered to his wife for a dance and told his children to go outside and look for their elder sister and her escort.
"Hi grandma," Little Lily said greeting her happily.
"Hello child," Mrs. Potter said with a smile as her conversation with Lily Potter was forgotten. "Have you been well?"
Little Lily had nodded her head at this.
"Yes," She said as she sat on her grandmother's lap, "What about you grandma?" She asked innocently.
"I've been doing just fine," she said as she petted the little girl's head.
As the two red head woman were having a temporary cease fire, elsewhere...
Outside in the Garden...
"The garden here looks nice," said Harry as he saw faeries and sprites flying around the huge beautiful garden. For some odd reason, the faeries and sprites were strangely attracted to Harry.
"Yes, very beautiful isn't it?" Yuna said sleepily as she snuggled herself closer to his shoulder.
Harry and Yuna were currently sitting together on a stone bench as they watched the stars and the small magical creatures flying around them. Yuna was making her self comfortable as she was resting her head on his shoulder and Harry had his arm around her protectively.
Harry found it a bit uncomfortable and a bit relaxing. He was currently twelve and here he was, sitting next to an eleven-year girl as if he was on a date. If being her escort for the night wasn't enough, sitting under a starry night sky like they were boyfriend and girlfriend was a bit overboard and too much romance. On the other hand, it felt nice being able to sit under the stars and not worry about possible futures, possible confrontations, or Voldemort for that matter.
Harry took a moment to look at his wrist, where the watch he was given for his birthday was. The time had read it was 9:43 P.M. It had been at most two and a half hours since they had come to the birthday celebration.
Ignoring the fact that his siblings and Yuna's twin and sibling was watching the two of them from afar, Harry couldn't help but sigh as he looked up toward the stars. Just because he was supposedly clumsy, not that bright, and considered a weak heir, why did his grandmother have to hate him?
Knowing he would have to face them sooner or later, Harry decided he should go see them now.
"Hey Yuna," Harry said as he gently shook the young Veela.
"Mmm?" Yuna moaned slightly.
Apparently, she had gotten to comfortable when they sat down.
"Let's go inside, I'm sure everyone is worried about… who's there!" Harry shouted as he got up and his wand had blurred into his free hand. Someone beside the Potter and Black children were apparently hiding himself or herself from him. If it weren't for the fact that he was feeling so comfortable sitting with Yuna, he would have long sensed the perpetrator earlier.
Yuna looked almost afraid as she got up in full alert. She stood behind Harry as he got in front of her protectively, wand in hand.
"Show yourself!" Harry hissed. He wasn't sure who it was that was hiding from him, it was a unfamiliar aura and they must have knew a lot of magic if they could hide themselves almost discreetly from his Mage powers.
"I mean no harm." A silhouette shadow from several feet had said kindly.
Harry eyes had widened in recognition at the voice. It couldn't be…
Stepping out of the shadow of the tree that hid the person, a beautiful mid twenty female appeared and was looking at him in a surprise manner. She had long black raven hair, silvery green eyes and her beauty was so incredulous, she would have made a Veela pale in envy.
"I'm impressed, not many are able to sense me," The raven-haired beauty had whispered appraisingly. "Allow me to introduce myself: I am Perenelle Flamel."
Before Harry could say anything, Yuna had recognized the name and blurted out in an excited voice.
"You're P-Perenelle Flamel, the six-hundred year old legendary Charm and Transfiguration Mistress?"
Perenelle Flamel had smiled at this. "Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you Miss. Black. Your dancing form was almost perfect inside the ballroom."
Yuna had only nodded in awe.
"Can we help you with anything Mrs. Flamel?" Harry said struggling to run over to hug his Auntie that had treated him as if he was her own son. He missed her terribly and he had not seen her since his he was in his old dimension.
Perenelle Flamel had given the eldest Potter child a look of confusion. She could tell he was fighting with something inside of himself. She caught a few flickers of emotions in his eyes which were mixed with affection, warmness, and love? As quickly as it had appeared, it had quickly disappeared which confused had her.
"Well yes," Mrs. Flamel said as she looked at him intently. "May I speak to you alone Mr. Potter?" She said as she glanced at the young Veela whom she could tell was at the point of having her abilities.
Yuna looked ready to protest, but Harry had already given her a pleaded look in which she relented.
"Okay," Yuna had said, she didn't know whether to eye the legendary Witch in awe or glare at her for shooing her away. "Harry, I'll be inside with mom and dad. I'll tell them you are talking with Perenelle Flamel okay?"
Harry didn't even look at her. He just nodded absentmindedly to the young Veela as he had spoken in calm voice. "That includes you all as well." Harry said as he looked toward pointedly to the hiding spot where his siblings and the Black kids were hiding.
As Yuna and the Potter and Black siblings had left with much protest, Harry immediately began to question the young and yet old woman in front of him. He wasn't sure how to approach her.
"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" He said as he noticed that she had cast multiple wards and notice-me-not-charms.
Making double sure all the spells were in place, Perenelle got straight to business.
"I wanted to thank you for saving my husband's Sorcerer's stone. When I had heard how a 1st Year had saved the Sorcerer's stone, my husband and I were quite surprised and impressed," commented the beautiful witch. "However, I am curious to how you had managed to stop a Death Eater from delivering the Sorcerer's stone to the Dark Lord."
"Skill and luck," Harry answered vaguely. He knew he could never lie to her because she was his mother figure in his old dimension, not to mention, she was a minor telepath who could easily tell if he was lying or not. It was best he answered her questions nice and simple. Not to mention, vague and mysterious. If he was to open with her, she would be too suspicious of him.
Perenelle looked surprised that the child in front of her was overly cautious. She had met James and Lily Potter before and she did not think they would be the type to teach their children to be paranoid or being cautious like Alastor Moody.
"I know you are a minor telepath," Harry said surprising the beautiful witch with a gamble. He was not sure if she had still possessed her abilities as a telepathic in this dimension, but he could only guess. Even with his magic suppressor orb was at its maximum limit, he could not scan her or pick up any of her emotions. "So don't try to use any of your telepathy against me."
This had gotten the Legendary Witch interested. However she showed no emotion at this accusation. The only people who supposedly know about her telepathy abilities were her husband and Albus Dumbledore. There were others, but they had all died over the years.
Bill was secretly watching the meeting taking place between the two.
"Child, what makes you think I have telepathic abilities?"
"From your lack of reaction to my accusation, supposedly, people like Dumbledore would have chuckled or look at me insanely or curiously as if I'm crazy about making some wild speculation."
Perenelle Flamel couldn't help but chuckle at how she had just been manipulated and the question she had just asked had been avoided by a twelve-year-old.
"Yes, but it takes a source of information to just accuse me and guess that I have telepathic abilities. How do you know that I have telepathic abilities? Not to mention, minor control over it?"
Knowing that there was no point in lying, he answered her question for her truthfully.
"First off, I know you cannot control your ability when it comes to telling if a person is lying to you or not. Your ability to read someone even if they had Occlumency skills is legendary. As to answer your question, I am from an alternate reality."
If he was not worth her attention then, he was sure he got her attention now.
"Alternate reality?" Perenelle Flamel said her eyes widening. "You are from another dimension?" She didn't know why she was asking that question, she already knew he was. Her telepathic abilities would never lie to her or give her false information. It could be block by using a potion yes, but there was nothing in the world that would send telepathic false information.
'Don't be so sure. We haven't met yet. Harry don't tell her about me, yet.' Bill thought.
Harry had only nodded to both of them.
"But that still doesn't answer my question on how you know about my telepathic abilities." Perenelle Flamel said calmly as she had tried to control her excitement. She had always wanted to meet a person from an alternate reality and question them.
"I know you and your husband from my alternate dimension." Harry said knowing there was no point in lying. Plus, he didn't think he would have lied to her anyway. She was as much as a mother to him and a person whom he had always looked up to no matter what. He dared not lie to her, whether she was from another dimension or she was a stranger at the moment.
"Is that so?" Perenelle Flamel had said interestingly. Usually, her husband her had preferred to stay away from the Wizard World and mind there own business. The own reason she was here today at this celebration party was because she wanted to meet this Harry Potter who had saved the Sorcerer's stone. "How is it that you know me and my husband? My husband and I usually keep ourselves away from the Wizard World to avoid threats or being use by politicians."
Deciding to be blunt, he dropped the bomb on her.
"In my dimension, you and your husband were the parents that I had always wanted, but could never have. Like you, I was the son that you had always wanted, but could never have since you couldn't have children when you drank the potion for eternal life and youth. The Sorcerer stone gave you the ability to live forever. However, in return, you use the future life and blood of your children and their descendants, preventing them from ever being born."
Perenelle looked deeply and physically surprised of this information. Though she knew he was telling the truth because of her telepathic ability, she couldn't help be speechless. Her greatest desire in the world was indeed to have children and when she had taken the potion to extend her life, she lost the ability to have children. Such was the price of immortality.
"How do I know that you aren't lying about being the son that I had always wanted Mr. Potter?" Perenelle Flamel said keeping her wits. She had never adopted a child before and she had always wanted to, but was afraid that the child she would adopt was part of a scheme that was aimed for her husband's Sorcerer's stone. They had already been tricked several times and all those times the perpetrator had been very close to stealing it. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a telepathic reader and the Fidelius Charm was placed on their home, the perpetrators who were after their Sorcerer's stone would have succeeded in stealing it. "Also, what happened to your parents? Why would you consider us the parents that you had always wanted? I can already see that you and your parents are happy people in this dimension."
"You know I am not lying to you Auntie and you know I am not lying with your telepathic abilities," Harry said deciding to treat her warmly as to ease the tension in her voice. "If you want proof, I can tell you that I know how you truly made the Sorcerer's stone. The key ingredient was using human blood. I also know the hidden location of where you two are hiding from the world, which is an enchanted floating castle, and lastly, I know that the Sorcerer's stone you gave Albus Dumbledore to protect and destroy is a fake." Harry said quietly. "As to answer your question from a while ago, my parents were dead. In my world, I am considered The Boy Who Lived and my parents were the one who had sacrificed themselves against Voldemort."
Perenelle mind had frozen at this information. As quick as the information had been said, her mind had immediately knew the rest. However, there was one thing that was bothering her.
"My husband and I adopted you?"
"No," Harry said giving her a sad look. "You could not adopt me the night I was attacked by Voldemort. I was sixteen when I met you and your husband and you two had trained me in the ways so I could control my full powers."
Perenelle Flamel hopes that the child in front of her was her adoptive son had dropped. However, hearing the part about how her and her husband had trained the boy in front of her had caught her attention.
"What do you mean control your powers?" Perenelle Flamel had said in a curious and yet disappointed voice as she was still sad about the adopting part.
"I am a Shadow Mage." Harry said quietly.
"A Shadow Mage," Perenelle Flamel had said in excitement. She knew Mages were strong and if this boy in front of her was truly a Mage, not to mention a Shadow Mage, she knew that he could probably take over half the world if he wanted.
Suddenly, she was hit with what the boy in front of her had said a while ago.
"W-were you really that close to me and my husband?" She said in a small whisper. She and her husband had never revealed or told anyone of their dark secrets. To think they told this young-boy in front of her knew of their precious and darkest secrets were a surprise. To know the key ingredient to make the Sorcerer's stone and the home that was hidden from the world had put her in a state of shock. She was ashamed that the child in front of her knew the key ingredient to the Sorcerer's stone was to kill hundreds of people for their blood, blood that had to be forcibly taken from living humans.
"Yes," Harry said quietly. "Because of you Auntie and your husband Uncle Nicholas, I was able to kill Voldemort and end his reign of terror once and for all in my dimension."
Again, this information had shocked the legendary witch.
"How old are you really?" She whispered out as she was no in front of him, caressing her hand across his cheek as if she was touching her son for the first time. She knew he really wasn't her son, but to have a person call her mother or Auntie, she couldn't help but feel happy.
"When I had appeared in this dimension a year ago, I was seventeen." He whispered to her warmly as she had suddenly hugged him. He knew his Aunt Perenelle greatest desire was to have children.
"I don't know why…" Perenelle said through tears as she embraced him. "But for some reason, just hugging you, I know that you are the child that I had always wanted."
Harry didn't reply. He knew talking about children was a touchy subject for her.
"Oh I can't believe it," She said as she began to cry onto him. "Look at me, I have barely even known you and I'm crying a storm."
Harry found it hard to believe it to. From what his Uncle Nicholas Flamel has once told him, his wife prided herself as the Ice Queen because she was always able to hide her emotions in check.
"Will you tell me about your old life?" She asked hopefully.
Harry fought the urge to tell it to her about everything, but at the moment, he knew he had to get back to his family before everyone got suspicious.
"Auntie Perenelle? Can I call you that?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Yes… yes you can." She said eyeing him lovingly. She didn't know why, she had barely known the child, but she couldn't help but feel affectionate to the young child. Maybe it was because he had told her it was because he was the son that she had always desired.
"I really want to tell you everything, but I think it's time I get back to my family," Seeing her look dejected and understanding, he spoke to her comfortingly. "I'll contact you soon. It's a Wizard's promise." Harry said as he felt his magic bind at his words.
Perenelle had only wiped her tears in understanding. She could see the love in his beautiful green eyes telling her how much he really cared for her. Though she may not be the same person, she was happy that he was still willing to love and call her family.
"Please contact me soon."
"I will Auntie," said Harry as he had let the woman in his arms go. He couldn't help but be happy that he had been united with his Auntie. Though she may not be the same person, she was still the same person to him.
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"Harry! There you are!" A worried red head had said as she had look at him, at the table behind his mother, were his father, Mrs. Black, and Sirius. Yuna and the kids were sitting at the separate side of the dinner table and watching him curiously and excitedly. "Yuna had told me that you were talking with someone, but would not tell us who."
"Perenelle Flamel," Harry said as he noticed two familiar people from his memories were sitting by his father and playing with Little Lily.
His grandparents…
"Perenelle Flamel? You mean the Flamels?" Harry's father had said disbelievingly.
"What did Perenelle Flamel want to do with you Harry?" Sirius Black had asked with a mixture of confusion and awe.
Harry did not respond to his father or his godfather as he was busy staring at his grandparents with a mixture of feelings.
"Hello grandfather, grandmother," Harry said in a neutral voice. "I am happy to see that you doing well." Harry said looking like he really didn't mean it.
"Well, well, it looks like your manners have improved boy," said Mrs. Potter as she was looking at him up and down. "For a moment their, I thought you were a lost cause. It turns out that you have some Potter blood in you after all." Just as she said this she felt a sharp pain shorting through her body. Harry looked at Bill, 'I warned her. By insulting your heritage she crossed the line.'
Ignoring her pain Harry narrowed his eyes at the hidden insult and the way she called him boy, Harry had only said in a cool voice.
"Why thank you for your words of praise, but I do not need the praise of those who do not know the meaning of manners and respect in ones company."
"What did you say boy?" Mrs. Potter had said in an icy voice recovering from her pain. There was a definite edge in her voice.
As Mrs. Potter had raised her voice, she had attracted a heavy amount of attraction from the people around them.
Pretending that he did not hear her, much to her anger, Harry spoke to his father and godfather in a soft voice.
"Mrs. Flamel had wanted to thank me for saving her husband's Sorcerer's stone from a stray Death Eater who was working for Voldemort," Ignoring the gasp that came from his grandmother and a few others around him, Harry continued to speak. "We just had a small chat in general about things." Harry said coolly.
"The Perenelle Flamel wanted to talk to you?" Mrs. Potter said as she had recovered from hearing the least expecting person to say You-Know-Who's name. "I find that hard to believe boy."
"On the contrary Lisa," A beautiful melody voice from behind Harry had said. There were some gasps as the woman had moved slightly revealing herself as the famous legendary witch, Perenelle Flamel. Harry seemed none surprised that she was behind him, as he had long sensed her. Off to the side, Harry noticed that Dumbledore was walking toward them. "I was indeed talking to your grandson. I'm surprised that you did not hear about the heroic deed your grandson had performed. He had saved my husband's Sorcerer's stone and had defeated a Death Eater who was working Voldemort."
Mr. Potter, Harry's grandfather had gasped slightly at this.
"Saved the Sorcerer's stone? Defeating a Death Eater? You-Know-Who?"
"Why yes, it was all over the Daily Prophet. I'm surprised of you not knowing this Harold. You owned the majority of the shares of the Daily Prophet and should have been notified." Perenelle Flamel had said amused as she had stood by Harry's side and had put her hand on his shoulder comfortably.
Harry was surprised to hear that his Grandfather owned majority of the shares of the Daily Prophet. He filed that information away.
Lily, Harry's mother took notice when her eldest son was looking at the legendary witch fondly. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but give a jealous look to the powerful witch. She couldn't explain why her son was looking to the elder witch like that.
"Ah, Perenelle, how good it is to see you," An old familiar voice near Harry's father had said. "It is rare to see you coming to any of the Wizard world celebrations."
"Hello Albus," Perenelle Flamel had greeted in an icy voice. "It's so nice to see you."
Harry didn't even twitch as he had heard the tone in his Aunt Perenelle voice. Though many may not know why his Aunt Perenelle was giving Dumbledore the cold shoulder, Harry could guess why. It was because Dumbledore had forcibly taken the Sorcerer's stone and had destroyed it without telling them. What Dumbledore did not know, was that the Sorcerer stone he stole was actually a fake.
Should Dumbledore ever find out that the Sorcerer stone he had destroyed was a fake, Harry was sure he could not rest until it was destroyed. It was just how the way the old man would think as to prevent Voldemort from ever repossessing it.
"Ah, why greetings everyone," Dumbledore had greeted.
There were some murmurs of greetings to the old Headmaster while the elder Potters were still shocked to hear that their grandson had saved the Sorcerer's stone from a Death Eater who was planning on delivering it to You-Know-Who.
When Harold Potter had quickly recovered from his shock, he had quickly spoken to the ancient powerful witch. "By the way Perenelle, how is Nicholas? Is he here? It has been nearly a decade since I last saw you and Nicholas. I find it odd that you would come to the Minister of Magic's daughter birthday party."
"I'm afraid by dear husband could not make it Harold. For you see, I had only come to this celebration in hoping to meet and thank your grandson, Harry Potter. I have heard rumors of him being a possible Wizard prodigy and I was not disappointed to see that his magical power level was beyond normal standard."
The Prodigy and power level comment had attracted numerous of reactions, especially from Dumbledore who was listening very intently.
"You said my grandson here is a prodigy?" Mrs. Potter had said raising an eyebrow. "I find that hard to believe Perenelle. You must be growing senile for your age. He is nothing more then a useless b…" she again started experiencing a slight discomfort.
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you grandmother," Harry interrupted coldly ignoring her pain. "I suggest you apologize to Mrs. Flamel. Insulting a Witch in front of her face is a direct insult to a person's family line, by Wizard law, she has the ability to pronounce an official duel to earn her honor and respect back by dueling the offender. No doubt she will tear you apart."
Though the kids that were watching the confrontation did not understand what Harry was talking about except for Bill, the adults did. Especially Harry's grandmother as she had turned to the legendary witch and made an official apology.
Perenelle Flamel had accepted the apology absentmindedly as she was to busy looking at the eldest Potter child. Though no one saw it, except Dumbledore and Harry's mother, she had given him a fond look at his words for sticking up for her, against his own grandmother.
"Anyhow, I must be going," Perenelle Flamel had said as she had turned her attention to the present company. "Harry," she said getting his attention. When he had turned his attention to her, she had given him a small piece of paper. "Here is a way to me. Should you ever need a word of wisdom or two, please, send me a letter. I would love to come and talk to you once in a while." She whispered in his ear.
Harry's response to her offer was only a big hug. Though he knew he shouldn't have been acting so familiar and affection to the legendary witch whom everyone knew, he couldn't help it. He really did miss his Auntie Perenelle.
"Goodbye," Harry said looking suddenly sad and dejected, which did not go unnoticed again by Dumbledore and Lily Potter.
Perenelle Flamel had also caught his look of sadness.
"Goodbye child, I hope to see you soon." She said looking at him with a mixture of sadness and fondness which did not go unnoticed by everyone this time.
As Perenelle Flamel had left, Harry had turned his attention to all of the adults, including his Headmaster who was looking at him with an analyzing expression.
"If you all would excuse me, I must attend to my escort." Harry said politely as he had dismissed himself before anyone could say anything.
Harry didn't have to look back to see that his grandparents were staring at his retreating back, he did not care.
"Hi Harry, how was your talk with Mrs. Flamel?" Yuna said excitedly as her escort was now sitting next to her.
"It went well, hey, why did everyone seem surprised and shocked to hear that I was talking to Mrs. Flamel? I thought you were going to tell everyone that I was talking to her."
Yuna couldn't help but give him a look of embarrassment.
"Well, I thought that maybe you might want to keep it a secret, so I had told Sakura and everyone to be quiet and not say anything to the adults about you meeting Mrs. Flamel, sorry Harry." Yuna said apologetically.
Harry had only smiled. Yuna had a definite loyal aura around her. By the look of things a while ago, Yuna looked up to the legendary witch and it must have took a lot of strength of character in her to not tell everyone that her parents that she had just met Perenelle Flamel and that she was talking to him.
'Yuna is definitely more mature then I give her credit for…' thought Harry.
"Nonsense Yuna, how about we dance one more time? I think the birthday girl is about to open her presents in a few more minutes."
"Okay!" Yuna said smiling happily that Harry wasn't seemingly mad at her. "Come on!" she said excitedly as she began to pull him onto the dance floor.
Harry saw at the corner of his eye that everyone in the crowd seemed to recognize them and was looking at the two of them expectedly.
Getting into position, the song that was being played was a song that required them to Waltz…
Meaning he was going to pull Yuna close to him.
"Ready?" Harry said giving a charming smile. Waltz wasn't that hard to perform, so it was basically his specialty in dancing.
Yuna, blushing at his dazzling smile, had only nodded.
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As the song and dance had ended, Harry was interrupted from speaking to Yuna by a tap on the shoulder.
Turning around, he couldn't help but said in a happy voice.
"Ron! Hey mate."
"Hey Harry, nice dancing skills," Ron said catching the sight of Yuna and ogling at her.
Frowning at this, Harry began to introduce his best friend to his escort.
"Ron, this is Yuna, she's a good childhood friend of mines, Yuna, meet Ron, one of my friends from Hogwarts."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Ron," Yuna greeted politely as she had bowed to the red head.
Ron had only continued to ogle her.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at this. Though Yuna was only at the beginning of receiving the point of her heritage, which was considered a weak attraction aura, he didn't think Ron was that weak willed to fall for a half-veela.
"Excuse me," A familiar voice from behind Harry had said softly.
When Harry had turned around, he couldn't help but smile as he realized the person behind him was none other then Ginny!
"Hi Ginny," Harry said giving her a dazzling smile in which she could only blush at. "Beautiful dress, you look simply dazzling." He said giving her a hug in welcome. He did not know that his comment and his hug had caused her blush to deepen further.
Yuna on the other hand, had only one thing in her mind as she saw the familiar signs that she showed whenever she looked at Harry.
'A RIVAL!'
For the next several minutes, the two Weasleys took time talking to Harry and asking him about why he had left so suddenly and unexpectedly over the summer. Well, more like Ginny was asking and Ron was to busy gawking at Yuna. Harry had apologetically explained to his friends that the reason he had left was that he couldn't sleep. Not wanting to wake bother anyone by waking them up, he decided to leave early.
When Harry was talking to the two Weasleys, Yuna could only twitch repeatedly, as she saw how happy Harry seemed to be whenever he talked to the little female Weasley.
"Harry, it was fine if you just woke me up. I won't mind keeping you company next time you were unable to sleep." Ginny said looking at him with a hurt expression.
"I'll keep that in mind next time summer," Harry said smiling as Ginny had immediately cheered up hearing that Harry was going to come and stay at their home next summer. "Oh, I think the birthday girl is about to start opening her presents."
"We better get back to our table then," Yuna had said quickly as to pull Harry away from her rival. She wasn't stupid, she knew that the red head in front of her had a crush on Harry and thanks to her Veela powers, she knew that one day, the little red head was going to look as beautiful as her. "It's been nice meeting you Ron, Ginny." She said politely and kindly.
Ron could only nod dreamily as his mind was still in a daze.
Ginny on the other hand, she had only responded back to her in an equal polite and kind voice. She to, had marked Yuna as a rival.
Poor Harry was unaware of the rivalry between the two girls, not to mention, the soon competition group in the future.
Exchanging good-byes they headed back to their families.
Getting back to their table, Harry noticed that Yuna was in deep concentration.
"What's wrong Yuna? You thinking kind of hard their, aren't you?"
Blushing, Yuna could only nod as Harry had pulled out her chair so she could sit first.
Sitting down next to her, Yuna immediately turned to her best friends Sakura and Rosa and began whispering.
Thinking that it was some important girl talk about dresses or some sort, he turned his attention to where the Minister of Magic whom was talking about it was time for the birthday girl to cut the cake.
Time flew by quickly as everyone sang happy birthday to the birthday girl and the cake was cut up into pieces and given to everyone in the Ballroom.
The way the presents were given to the birthday girl was by one person from each family would take turns coming up to the birthday girl and giving her, her present.
People, unsure of what the girl wanted, had given her mainly money and sometimes books which she seemed not really fond of, but nevertheless smiled thankfully and thanked them.
Aeris, the Minister's daughter was a lot different compared to her father, the Minister of Magic.
When it came to Potter's turn to give the birthday girl a present, Harry was asked by his parents to accompany them when it came to giving the birthday girl her present, since they did not know what the present was and it was mainly Harry's to give.
"Happy birthday Aeris," Harry said cheerfully as he had given the birthday girl her present.
Aeris could only blush furiously again as she had accepted the present. It was noted that many people were watching them and many were chuckling at how the girl had an obvious crush on the messy haired child.
She was smitten terribly by him...
"Thank you," she whispered out in an incredibly shy and cute voice.
"The present is personally from my son, he had wanted to give it to you." James said not wanting to accept any of the credit. It was really his son who had given the gift.
Opening the present, she and almost everyone around them couldn't help but gasp as the wrapped present that she had opened turned out to be a silvery white stuff Dragon that looked to be glowing. It was the size of Yuna's stuffed Phoenix and Little Lily's stuffed gold red Dragon.
She let out a loud exciting squeal and had hugged the flying Dragon who had released a rainbow of sparks.
"Wow Harry," Harry's mother had said wide eyed. Compared to the Little Lily's golden red Dragon, the stuffed silver white Dragon looked simply beautiful. It made you feel like you want to cuddle it to death.
Harry, who was no longer giving his mother the cold shoulder, but was still being quiet near her, could only nod.
"Thank you Harry!" Aeris had squealed out as she had immediately let her of her dragon which had floated itself up on its own and had given him a furious hug. It was the best birthday gift that she had ever received. Her bright amber eyes were shining with excitement and joy.
"Your welcome," Harry had tried to whisper out, but she was squeezing him so tight to let him speak. He was surprised at the strength she possessed. Not to mention, she was cutting off his air-circulation.
'Wait a minute, how does she know my name? I was pretty sure I did not give her my name earlier.' thought Harry as he was fighting for oxygen.
Aeris, realizing that she was killing the person who had just given her a present, she had immediately let go, her hands up in the air as if to say she didn't mean to do it.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry Harry!" Aeris said looking horrified and at the same time ready to cry.
"Its fine," Harry said ignoring the chuckles and laughter coming from the crowd of people. "Really, it is. Theirs no need to apologize." Harry said to the girl who was apologizing non-stop.
"Have a happy birthday Ms. Aeris," James had said loudly as he began to pull Harry away. He didn't like the way things were seemingly going between the Minister's daughter and his son. If he hadn't known any better, he would say out loud that the Minister's daughter had a crush on his son.
"Bye Aeris. I hope to see you at Hogwarts," Harry called out as his father had let him go and he began to follow them back to the table.
Aeris had only given him a big genuine smile in return.
"Well Harry, you seemed to be a girl magnet if I'm not mistaken." Harry's godfather had said in a very amused voice as the Potters had sat back down, "My daughter, a Patil, then a Weasley, and now the Minister's daughter!" roared out laughing.
"Sirius!" hissed a scandalized Amy Black. "Control yourself!"
"Sorry dear," Sirius said wiping the tears coming from his eyes. "I bet he hasn't even hit puberty yet and already, he has girls lining up for him. Who knows, maybe theirs more girls at Hogwarts that may have their eyes set on him."
Harry could only blush as his godfather was teasing him again about girls.
"Sirius, leave Harry alone. He can't help it if he's so attractive," an angry Mrs. Black had said as she was annoyed at her husband's immaturity in teasing his godson.
Later, as all the presents exchange to the birthday girl had came to an end, the music began to play again. Listening to the music Harry was feeling bad for giving the cold shoulder to his mother. He hadn't missed the look of sadness on her face. He decided to cheer her. Immediately he stood up getting ready to ask his mother for a dance.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Lily had asked.
"I am sorry for how I treated you earlier mother. Would you let me make it up to you by dancing with me?" Harry said offer her his hand. Lily giggled and taking his hand she said, "of course Harry, I will dance with you." Harry led his mother to the dance floor. He was very excited at the prospect of dancing with his mother. He learnt that his mother was an excellent dancer. Lily had seen and enjoyed the way Harry danced with Yuna she was hoping Harry wouldn't mind dancing with her in the near future. She jumped at the chance when he offered to dance with her.
"Harry, where did you learn to dance? I doubt that I could match your abilities and I have been practically dancing all my life." Lily asked him.
Take her hand in one of his hand and placing the other on her waist Harry said, "I secretly use to watch you dance mother. I tried to copy what I saw you doing in the beginning but latter I learnt that I have to complement your moves with my own in perfect synchronization to make it a perfect dance." Harry said cheeky manner.
Lily blushed at the thought of Harry spying on her during her dance session.
As they began to slow dance, Harry couldn't help but continue to stare into his mother's eyes. His body was quite relaxed as he couldn't help but love her touch and seeing her beautiful green eyes. God, he loved every movement of this. He really didn't care that he was dancing with his mother. In his mind he was dancing with the most beautiful woman in the world.
He loved every moment of this ball…
He had everything he had ever wanted right here in this room…
He had been reunited with his parents…
He had siblings…
He was able to meet his Auntie again…
He was truly happy for the first time in his life. He was dancing very close to Lily's body. He loved the sensation of her breasts pressing into his face. (1) He was starting to have naughty thought about his mother.
He didn't even notice that while he was dancing with his mother that his magic began to react to his emotions and he had absentmindedly release a wave of love and comfort.
Though only Bill could see the wave of magic, everyone had indeed felt it. Many couldn't help but feel happy and content by just watching the beautiful red-headed woman and messy hair boy was dance.
Only one other person in the room was suspecting where the wave of emotions was coming from. He was the Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore.
What surprised everyone in the ballroom, was that not only did they had all felt a wave of strange emotions, but beautiful glowing sparks that resembled firefly's had began to appear around the dancing couple.
The sight before them was so beautiful, some people couldn't help but stare at the dancing couple as the lights had slowly begin to dim.
Lily, hadn't notice any of it. She was busy staring into Harry's eyes, not being able to pull away as Harry was unable to pull away as well.
Both felt oddly content in each others arms…
It was sad that Harry and Lily's dance had to come to an end as Harry had suddenly pulled away from his mother and was holding his head in pain. The warmth and comfort magic in the air around him had dispersed, the glowing firefly's had vanished, and the dimmed lights had been relit on its own.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Lily said worriedly as Harry was gritting his teeth and holding his head in pain.
Harry could barely hear her as he knew instantly why his head was in pain. His magic suppressor orb was at its limit! He couldn't help but curse himself for being caught off by dancing with his mother. He definitely was going to have to release his magic soon or he might just destroy himself!
"Harry!" His mother had yelled out loudly again as Harry began to stagger.
Bill rushed towards Harry and grabbed his hands. He slowly started siphoning off the excess magical energy that was hurting Harry.
"I'm fine!" Harry said when he started recovering from the pain. "Sorry, I was just feeling kind of woozy." He said lamely as his parents were looking at him worriedly. He silently thanked Bill. Dumbledore, who had just approached, had only been watching the young children in front of him not sure if he should use Legilimency while Harry's shields were unguarded. He decided not to as Harry was obviously in pain and should he try something, he might be repelled back in an extremely painful way.
"Harry, are you okay sweetie?" his mother had asked as she had put her arms around him comfortably, in which he had reflexively leaned onto her.
"Yes, I think I might just need a little rest." Harry said to her standing up without support.
"Okay, we're going home right now, just give me a second, okay sweet pea?" his mother said worriedly.
Harry couldn't help but groan in embarrassment as his mother had called him, 'sweet pea' in front of Dumbledore and his friends.
Padma, who was looking worried as the people around him, could only giggle at the cute nickname.
Harry said goodbye to every one of his friends. Most of the people in the room were confused and worried. They had just seen something very beautiful and spectacular for a whole minute and then the next, the child they were all watching was clutching his head in pain.
End of Chapter 12
A/N 1) Harry is tall for 11 year old kid. His height is around 4 feet 6 inches. His head would be barley able to reach Lily's bosoms.