Disclaimer: I own nothing and never will. Harry Potter series is awesome and also this is FANFICTION, but still don't own. Damn. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
This story is set at the end of Deathly Hallows and back to the beginning of the series. I know this has been done before, but this is my version, and my time frame. Lily and James Potter are alive, and plenty of good ole fashioned bashing! Thanks for reading! PLS read and review!
~Italics without quotation marks are thoughts and flashbacks
~Italics with quotation marks are more 'expressed'
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
June 27, 1997 12:03AM
Harry Potter stared at his rival, for years, dead in the face. "Bring it on, Voldy shorts,"
It was the final showdown with Voldemort and Harry, after losing many lives, including the girl he loved, Hermione Granger. This made Harry not care if he dies. He lost everyone he ever loved, why live?
For years, Harry and Voldemort tried to kill each other, unsuccessful every time. Voldemort only chose Harry because of a stupid prophecy that his Headmaster Dumbledore heard years ago, thus putting him and his parents in danger. They died protecting him, but that didn't make the pain any less.
Lily and James Potter died protecting their son, the same son that injured Voldemort into hiding, until Harry went to school in 1991, when he was eleven. Besides, what kind of grown man tries to kill a child and more children in a school? A school that was for witches and wizards to learn spells, runes, and control their powers; a special school that got Harry to meet his two best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. They both helped him in life to survive and not quit, well mostly Hermione, so it was no surprise Harry fell in love with Hermione, his bushy haired, brown eyed girl.
Every year since Harry came to school, it's been one thing or another to just stay alive, and now Harry was done. He lost his parents, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Lavender, Hermione, and so many others. This ends now.
"This ends now, Tom. Do it," Harry taunted. His green eyes blazed.
Voldemort stood in front of Harry, ready to kill him. And his taunting did not help. "Goodbye Potter,"
"Bye," Harry waved.
His Death Eaters were kind of surprised to see him so happy to die and wondered if this was a set up. Before anyone could say anything, Voldemort spoke.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled.
The green jet of light struck Harry square in the chest, and shot him backwards, killing him. Harry died with a smile.
June 27, 1997 12:04AM
Harry felt himself falling, falling, and falling farther down until he landed hard on his ass on a firm floor. "Oof!" He grunted as he stood up. "Ow," He rubbed his ass and took in his surroundings.
He was in a room with dark red walls; cabinets lined up on one side of the wall, and on the other side sat a woman. She had dark, black hair, and wrote at her desk, not noticing Harry. He shifted his foot as he waited. There was even a glass chandelier.
"Are you serious?" the woman's voice shrieked, making Harry wince. "What are you doing here again?"
"Uh," Harry replied. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"Really? Harry, this is the Death Realm. You're fucking dead, again!" The woman groaned, putting her head into her hands. "How do you keep doing this to me?"
"Uh, for the record, I have nothing up there, so why stay?" Harry snapped, tired of her getting mad at him. "Also, who the hell are you?"
"You would if only you had changed things, then yeah!" She yelled, answering his first question.
Harry recoiled. She was mad. He was always scared of people with anger problems. "Um, sorry?"
She sighed. "Harry, my name is Catherine, your Death Angel,"
He looked confused.
"Harry, you died two times now, and I kept sending you back so you can fix the future," Catherine explained. "And, you're supposed to defeat Voldemort, and live your life to the fullest with your soul mate and be happy."
"Huh. Funny. Yet, I died," Harry retorted. Why bother telling him what he can't have? That'll just cause more pain.
"Yes, you have," Catherine sighed. "Okay, that's it. This is my last one, and you better do it right!"
Harry nodded. "Okay, okay!"
"Okay, but before you go, we need to discuss some things. Sit," She commanded.
"Okay, let me think of where to start…Dumbledore? Weasley's? Granger? Longbottom? Lovegood? Black? Potter's? Potions? Snape? Occlumency? Legilimancy? Soul bond?" She rattled off various names and such, which Harry recognized. She sighed. "Maybe I should just write it all down and have you take it with you…?" She wondered as she thought.
Harry watched Catherine as she thought. "Um, you could go in the order you rattled them off," He suggested.
Catherine looked at him. "Yeah, okay, I could do that…who was first?"
"Damn manipulative bastard," Catherine cursed. "Okay, first of all, Dumbledore is a manipulative asshole Death can't wait to get his hands on. When he first heard the prophecy, all he saw was people will love him more if it was carried out and he controlled it. He set your family up, Harry, to die,"
"WHAT?! THAT SON OF A BITCH!" Harry roared.
"Let me finish," Catherine waved her hand as she stood up and paced. "He then put you with you're mother's relatives so you would grow up neglected and want to look for love and to impress, which is what you were. He wanted to control you, which he did, so you can sacrifice to kill Voldemort. The Philosopher's Stone was also a set up to test your strength. Ronald Weasley was also a pawn the whole damn time. He wanted your fame. Jerk wasn't even hurt from the chess game! He faked it, and when Hermione wanted to get help, he was miraculously better? I don't think so."
"Wait, Ron faked our friendship?" Harry was aghast.
"Hang on, I'm still on Dumbledore. Then in second year, he wanted you to go into the Chambers to help Ginny, with no help, which is what happened. He petrified your brainy best friend, just so you can go on your own! Bastard knew all about the Chamber and knew Hagrid was innocent. He also knew Hermione would figure it out, before you would,"
"Bastard," Harry cursed.
"Yes. Now third year, why would he send kids to help a convict escape in the first place? Why didn't he give Sirius the trial he deserved and to be a free man? Because he wanted to keep you under his thumb and with the Dursley's, instead of Sirius. Sirius was your legal guardian, and Dumbledore couldn't have that, but you guys grew closer, so he said you were in danger year five and got him killed intentionally. And why give a time-turner to a third year? My, God, that man is bonkers!" Catherine took a deep breath to start again.
"Sirius died for nothing?" Harry whispered, hurt.
Catherine nodded sadly. "For the 'greater good',"
Harry looked away.
Catherine continued. "And fourth year! That was just stupid to have that dangerous of a tournament and to even let you fight was just stupid! You died then, by the way. You being a Champion was planned, but not the almost murder from Mad Eye Moody Imposter. You weren't even supposed to be in the damn tournament, then Voldemort will still be a fucked up thing!" She threw her hands up.
Harry watched her and felt her frustration and anger at Dumbledore. He felt used and was mad.
"Now, fifth year, that was so staged it was sad! Deloris was there to make sure you stay weak and the Ministry battle was planned. Also, why did it take Snape and the rest so fucking long to come help you guys fight when they knew prior? Because it was staged! Dumbledore wanted people see him fight Voldemort while you look weak! And then there was Sirius' death. Early on, Deloris knew she couldn't get fired, that's why she continued to do what she did. And why you couldn't talk to friends? Because he wanted you to feel angry and less trust to your friends, which worked, by the way," She took a deep breath again.
"Sixth year was nothing. The only thing was that he got you ready for slaughter, and made you very mad at Granger. That's what he wanted. To break your friendship before it became more. Why would Granger care if you're better? She'll just be happy you became smarter! Because it wasn't real feelings,"
"Seventh year…this year. Hunting for Horcruxes that you could of done years ago, especially the one in your forehead," She pointed. "Then you had to die to defeat Voldemort? Utter bullshit. You could have killed him any damn time, because the one in your head would have left too!" Catherine breathed. "And that's just Dumbledore!"
Harry groaned, realizing how much of a fool he was.
"Oh, it gets worse," Catherine informed him. "The Weasley's? Not who you think, kiddo. Mrs. Weasley is a master at potions, but they were in league with Dumbledore to assign you to Ginny, then your death, inheriting your money. Do you really think a woman who had her other kids go to school forget where the platform is? Really? That was staged so you can be friends with Ronald. Did he not eat all your chocolates? And did he not care about Granger at all for every year? What about when he runs scared and suddenly you forgive him? That's what you call loyalty potions. You had so many potions in your body; it's amazing you didn't die. You also had love potions all through year three to seven, and potions to make you hate Granger, and always be mad or contradict. They didn't want you getting close to Granger because deep down you loved each other."
Harry agreed. He felt his love for her grow for years.
"And Ginny? She just wanted your fame and money too. She gave you potions also, that's why you felt jealousy, love, loyalty, and compulsion. She wanted you all to herself, and Ron helped. If Granger continued to live, Ron would have forced her to marry him and basically rape her,"
Harry felt rage. That evil red headed scum.
"So, it's kind of a blessing she died, but you can fix this, so that will be all good. The Weasley twins are actually kind hearted and know nothing of their mother's doing, just like the older Weasley's." Catherine breathed. "Phew, that's the Weasley's. Following me?"
Harry nodded. He can and will remember everything, especially when he goes back.
"Great…now on to…Granger." Her voice went sad and soft. "Harry, Granger was your soul mate, your soul bond. Okay, two in one subject…doing well. Anyways, from the moment you two met, you fell in love, that's why Dumbledore and the Weasley's acted quickly. There is so many times you could have kissed and declared your love, and your soul bond would have made you immune to potions. But…well, the Weasley's stepped in. Granger will be there again, also, so do right this time, will ya?" She finished. "That was an easy one,"
"She was the love of my life," Harry whispered. "And I never got to tell her,"
Catherine looked on sympathetically. "I know, Harry, which is why we're going to fix this," she started again. "Longbottom and Lovegood would have been better friends and allies. They would stick through till the end, and you could have even helped them in the end, become stronger. Remember that when you go back. They're important."
Harry nodded. Taking everything in was hard.
"Okay, you don't need to worry about Sirius or your parents since they'll already be alive and nothing can go wrong, but I will say Dumbledore planned the whole thing, so remember that," She warned him.
Harry nodded. He felt like he was nodding way too much.
"Okay, already covered potions. Snape is a bad guy, duh, and he just a spy on Voldemort's side, so don't trust him at all, which brings me to my next subject: Occlumency and Legilimancy. Occlumency stops people from reading your mind. Get a book and learn that quickly before going to school, because Dumbledore and Snape will try to look in your head a lot, but if you have the right guards, you can give him a headache, like Luna did the first time he met her. Her mind is chaotic. Legilimancy is something you can learn. It's to read others' minds, which is what you need. If you're strong enough, which you are, you can probe Snape, and even Dumbledore."
Catherine breathed. "Phew that's everything. Remember it all?"
"Yes, Catherine," Harry rolled his eyes.
She sighed. "Well, good luck and please do right this time," She pleaded. "Death is on my ass,"
Harry looked bemused. "Alright,"
"Here," She handed him a parchment. "This is if you forget anyways," She told him.
Harry nodded. "Thanks, Catherine,"
She smiled. "Good luck," She snapped her fingers.
Harry felt himself whirl and fall again, until he was steadily dizzy with motion sickness. Damn this horrible traveling. Harry cursed.
August 1, 1981 5:06PM
Harry felt himself land and he opened his eyes. Everything seemed huge, wherever he was, bars in front of him, a door way off, seeming too far, and a window letting in sunlight to his left.
Harry glanced around. He's in a crib! This means, he's still young, young enough to save his parents and Sirius. Which means either this is 1980 or 1981, depends which month is coming up.
That was when a red head woman with green eyes came into the room. "Hi, Harry, have a nice nap?" She asked him, cooing.
Harry smiled. This is his mom, so that meant his dad is nearby. "Ma, Ma," Harry said. Ma, Ma? My God, I'm eighteen and yet I talk like a one year old!
But Lily Potter just smiled. "Harry, you spoke! My wonderful boy!"
"Lil! Come on! I'm starving!" A man's voice yelled from downstairs. It didn't sound like Remus or Sirius, so it must be his dad.
"Da!" Harry exclaimed.
Lily grinned. "Yes, Harry, that's Dad," she was so happy. "Coming!" She called down to her husband, James Potter. She walked down the stairs. "James, Harry speaks now!" She was thrilled.
"Really?" James looked at his son. Harry just stared back at his Dad. He was even better in person. Harry raised his arms. "Come here, big guy," Harry looked at his Dad who was grinning.
"Da!" Harry said again with a toothy smile.
James laughed. "My wonderful boy!"
"That's what I said!" Lily exclaimed, sitting down at the table. "Put him in his chair, honey,"
"Okay," James lowered Harry into his highchair. "Time to eat, little guy," James sat down beside Harry and began to eat. Harry looked around. Where was his drink? He saw it on the counter. His mom forgot as she began talking to his dad. Harry summoned it with his wandless magic, and began drinking it. He looked up when he noticed his parents were staring at him. Oops. I'm still a baby. But maybe I can use this to my advantage to save my parents.He held his cup up. "Dwink," He said.
"Harry, how did you do that?" Lily asked her one year old.
"Magic," Harry answered, clearly. Great. He can talk clearer. He wondered if he still had that parchment Catherine gave him.
"You don't say," James was awed by his son abilities.
"Ma?" Harry asked.
Lily was surprised. "Yes, baby?"
"Uh," He pointed to his pocket. Lily looked confused, but reached into his pocket anyways and pulled out a small parchment. Harry grinned. It was there!
"Harry, what's this?" Lily asked, showing James as they read the contents, their eyes widening.
"Huh?" He asked. Suddenly his brain went to baby mode again. "Ma, dwink!" He wailed, holding his cup up. Great, my mind is still here, but I'm back to being a baby. Mom, I hope you understand and do something.
"Okay, darling, okay," She got up to get him a drink. "James, call Remus and Sirius. We have to tell them this…we have to make a plan to survive!"
"Yes, dear," James went to the phone.
Harry loved how brainy his mom is, just like Hermione. "Unca Pafoo! Unca Moon!" Harry clapped his hands, happy to see his uncles.
Lily again was surprised as she handed her son his cup. How the hell did Harry know they're nicknames?
"They're on their way, Lil," James said as he sat down. "This is extraordinary. We can't show Dumbledore,"
"I knew there was a reason I didn't trust the old bastard," Lily cursed.
"Don't worry, Lil, with this we can survive and live," James assured her.
August 1, 1981 7:04PM
Remus, Sirius, Lily, and James all thought of a plan to snatch and kill Voldemort…at least his human form. Harry was listening as he played with his toys. The plan was to do it October 31st, the day they were supposed to die.
"Okay, it's simple and we'll remember," Sirius replied.
"Damn right," Remus smiled widely.
"Just be careful," Lily's voice was worried.
"Lil, honey, we got this…we can finish him forever," James told her.
"Maybe…he isn't a dark lord for nothing,"
October 31, 1981 3:56PM
"Lil, it's time for Harry's appointment," James warned his wife.
"What? Already?" She looked at the clock. She took a deep breath. "Okay, everyone know what to do?"
"Relax, Lil we got this. Just go according to plan," James assured her.
"Which is?" Lily asked.
"You go to Hermione's parents' dentistry, while we wait for Voldemort. You get Harry's teeth checked out, and come back and the law will be here and all three of us will be alive," James replied, rubbing his wife's back.
She turned to her husband. "Be careful, James, please," She pleaded.
"I will," He assured her. "I still have Remus and Sirius you know,"
She looked at the other Marauder's. "You guys be careful, too,"
"We will, Lil," they all chorused.
She sighed. "Alright, Harry, let's go meet your future wife,"
The boys laughed, but Harry clapped. "Yay!" He cried out.
Lily laughed. "Okay, we will see you guys in two hours, right?"
October 31, 1981 5:00PM
Lily and Harry walked into the dentistry and noticed a little girl playing by herself. She looked up when the bell above the door rang. Lily had to admit she was a very beautiful girl, but looked lonely.
"Hi, I'm Lily, and this is my son Harry," Lily introduced herself to the little girl who grinned. She stood up quickly and walked to Lily.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Jean Granger. I'm not allowed to talk to strangers, but we introduced ourselves anyways," the little girl explained.
Lily smiled. "You're a very bright girl,"
Hermione grinned. "Thank you. My mommy says so too,"
"Hermione!" a woman's voice called.
"Right here, Mommy!" She yelled back.
Harry was very much enjoying himself, even if he was tiny. He loved to see little Hermione, and she was very beautiful. "I Harry," He said. I Harry? I Harry? Smooth, Potter, real smooth.
"Hi, Harry!" Hermione grinned. "I'm Hermione,"
Harry tried hard to say her name, but couldn't. Damn. Being a baby sucks!
"Try Hermy, Harry," Lily told her son.
"Hermy!" Harry yelled.
"Hermione, there you are," a woman came out, looking like an older Hermione. "Oh, are you the Potter's?"
"Yes, my son here is seeing the dentist and probably me," Lily answered. She missed human contact, being 'safe' for so long. "I'm Lily,"
"Hi, Lily, I'm Emma," the woman said. "You have a very handsome boy, doesn't she, Hermione?"
"Well, come on back. Dan is ready to see you," she walked to the back. "Don't go anywhere, Hermione,"
"I won't," She made a face. "Can't you trust me?"
Emma sighed, but continued walking.
Lily laughed. "How old is she?"
Emma smiled wryly. "Her birth certificate says she's two, but I personally think she's older,"
Lily laughed. "She is very brilliant." And will be later on forever, according to her future husband.
October 31, 1981 6:10PM
It was at least a couple hours later and Hermione was playing with her blocks as she waited for Lily and Harry to come back out. But then the door opened again and she looked up. It was a weasel type of man, kind of mousey.
"Hello, little girl," the man said. Even his voice was squeaky.
"Hello," Hermione politely replied back. Hermione was taught to be polite.
October 31, 1981 6:10PM
Lily just finished having her mouth checked when she heard a familiar squeaking voice speak to Hermione. She gasped. "Peter!" She got up and ran, leaving Harry with Emma and Daniel while they cooed to him. They watched Lily run, and decided to follow her.
October 31, 1981 6:11PM
"I'm looking for someone. Can you help?" Peter asked Hermione.
"I can try," She answered.
"Did a woman with red hair come in here, with a son with black hair?"
Hermione realized that was Lily and Harry. But this man seemed evil and she just had the urge to lie. "No, we're closed,"
"You are?" He was surprised. He didn't even see the damn sign, running from James. He didn't notice Lily behind him, telling Hermione to be quiet. Hermione looked at Peter, not blinking. "I think you're lying, kid,"
Hermione stood up. "Am not!" Suddenly, the clock in the waiting room smashed and the chairs all floated. "I do not lie!"
SMASH. CREAK. CREAK. CREAK.
Peter stared around. She was magical.
Lily stared, shocked. Then looked at Emma and Dan, who looked down, ashamed. "She's magical?"
Emma looked up. "What? Magical?"
"You mean, this whole time you thought she was crazy?" Lily asked. They were whispering.
"Well, kind of. We always lose friends, because of Hermione, but I think she's still a great kid," Emma defended herself.
"She's going to be amazing, because I'm magical. We're alike," She pointed to her daughter. "Excuse me while I show you,"
Hermione pointed her finger at Peter. "You're a bad man!" A chair flew at him.
"Screw this," Peter muttered and raised his wand. He pointed it at Hermione. "Avada-," He was cut off as he was thrown against the wall with hard force. He groaned and looked up. There stood Lily Potter, very angry.
"How dare you try to kill a child?" Lily's voice was cold.
"Hermy!" Harry called to her. Please don't hurt Hermione!
Hermione ran to her parents and Harry.
"Leave, Peter, or I will kill you," Lily threatened.
Peter took her advice and ran, but he collided right into Kingsley Shacklebot.
"Found him, Ma'am!" Kingsley called to Amelia Bones.
Amelia strode up and seen Lily. "Good. Hello, Lily,"
Lily lowered her wand. "Hello, Amelia,"
"Did you cause all this?" Amelia gestured to the chairs.
"Ah…no. That would be this little girl, here," Lily pointed to Hermione, who was cowering behind her dad.
Amelia raised her eyebrows. "Muggleborn?"
Amelia sighed. "This is going to be a long night,"
"Well, actually the Granger's understand already, really, but they can't control their daughter's ability," Lily offered.
"I told the board we should have a pre-school and middle school, but noooo," Amelia sighed, yet again.
"I can teach her," Lily offered, but turned to the Granger's. "If you want…?"
Emma just nodded, still in shock, holding Harry.
"Mum, witch!" He pointed to his mother. "Hermy, witch!"
"Ah, this must be Harry," Amelia smiled at the bright boy.
"I Harry," Harry said. He remembered Amelia now. She was Susan's aunt.
Before anymore could be said, James walked in.
"What happened in here?"
All Over Magical World
November 1, 1981
WHAT IS JAMES POTTER, SIRIUS BLACK
AND REMUS LUPIN PART IN THIS?
READ INSIDE TO FIND OUT!
September 1, 1991 10:50AM
Lily and James Potter walked into King's Cross train station at London with Emma and Daniel Granger. Bringing up the rear was Hermione and Harry who became best friends, and was now dating, even if they were only eleven year olds. However, Hermione turns twelve on the 19th.
The adults chatted as Hermione and Harry did. Harry still has his memories, but he still thinks like any eleven year old, which is good, considering his body won't react so much. Hermione and Harry did everything together. They stuck up for each other, and even beat up ex's. Poor young exes. They were inseparable.
"Will you two hurry up, before you miss the train?" Lily called to the teenagers, standing at the platform between 9 and 10.
"Coming," they both said and rushed forward.
"Sorry, Dan and Em, this is your stop," Lily apologized.
Emma turned to her daughter. "Be good, Hermione, and study hard,"
"And try to keep Harry out of trouble," Dan replied.
Hermione laughed. "Dad, he drags me in!"
"Hey!" Harry protested, making them all laugh.
"Listen to Lily and Harry's warnings," Emma kissed her daughter's head and squeezed her.
"Ah!" Hermione gasped. Her mother was a heavy hugger.
"Bye, honey!" Her dad also squeezed her little life.
Harry noticed and snickered.
"Bye! I'll write!" Hermione called, waving and moving close to the platform. That's when she noticed a huge group of red heads. "Oh! What a bunch of red heads!" She exclaimed in wonderment.
All three turned. "What?" James asked, and then noticed the red heads. "Oh, crap. Go, go, go!" He pushed them all forwards.
"Oh, no, my suitcase fell!" Hermione exclaimed and ran back, but Lily grabbed her.
"James will get it, just come stand over here," Lily pulled Harry and her to the corner.
"I feel like a criminal, Mum," Harry whined. "Can we go now?"
"In a minute," Lily said. "Okay, do you remember what I said?"
"Yes," both replied. "Keep contact with mirrors you gave us, watch for Snape and Dumbledore, use our magic to help us, be good, study hard, and watch for Voldemort's return," the both recited perfectly.
Lily stared. "Do you guys share a brain? That was in sync,"
Harry and Hermione laughed. "Maybe,"
Lily sighed. "Anyways…oh, there they go," She watched them till they boarded. "Okay, go, and we love you!"
"Love you guys too!" They both called as they moved forwards.
"Don't forget to go to McGonagall for your luggage later!" James called.
The train began moving, and slowly they were out of sight. Lily and James sighed in relief. They were on the train and going to school. Everything's okay.
"Lily?" a woman asked.
Lily turned to be faced with Molly Prewett Weasley. Crap.
"What happened to you? No one heard from you, forever it seems," Molly asked. You were supposed to be dead!
"Yeah, well, we were hiding, but we got to go. Our friends are waiting on the other side," Lily pulled James with her.
"Muggles?" Molly was surprised. That's not good enough for Harry. He needs a Pure-blood woman. Like my Ginny.
Lily turned slowly. "Yes, Muggles. Harry is dating their daughter," She watched as Molly's face dropped.
"Harry's dating a muggle…at this age?" Molly was appalled.
"Muggle born, but yes. Harry can date whoever he chooses to and he chose her," Lily snapped. "And Harry is the right age," And more. Both Lily and James thought.
"No, sorry, Lily, I was just surprised. I was going to ask if you wanted to do a betrothal between Harry and Ginny," Molly suggested.
Lily nearly snapped at Molly. "Again, Harry can date whoever he chooses," She said slowly.
"But…she's muggle born," Molly replied.
"So am I," Lily reminded her.
"And we are going," James pulled Lily. "We kept our friends waiting long enough,"
Once they passed the border, Lily raged. "I hate that woman! How dare she?"
James smirked. "Want me to use my Lord Potter status against her?"
September 1, 1991 11:04AM
Hermione and Harry sat down in the last compartment, away from everyone else, mostly on purpose.
"I still think it's cool we're like the rebels," Hermione whispered.
Harry chuckled. "You like the wands and hide, don't you?"
"I love them!" She exclaimed.
Harry laughed and held his girlfriend.
Just before coming to school, Harry had gotten Hermione and him dragon hide that stuck like skin to protect them during battle, and they also got untraceable wands at a store Sirius knew about. In that very store, Harry noticed a beautiful necklace that protects its wearer, no matter what charms and incantations. Harry got some for his parents, Hermione's parents, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, and himself. Except the men got watches, which were very handsome looking.
James is a Lord, so they are very rich, but Harry was next in line, so he wore the Potter crest, and made Hermione also. She was his, and he wanted everyone to know it. James said he can use his position in school and do whatever he wanted, and Harry will. In the good sense, of course.
"Harry…why did you choose me?" She asked, looking at him.
He stared into her brown eyes and practically got lost in them. "Because I love you, Hermione,"
Hermione's eyes widened, so did Harry. He said the L word. "I love you too, Harry!" She exclaimed, hugging him and kissing him passionately. Harry held her and kissed her back, just as passionate. Good thing they were eleven, or he wouldn't stop himself.
What they failed to notice was a powerful aura escape them and blast throughout the world, and broke Dumbledore's 'toys'. Everyone felt it and fell back. It felt like an earthquake. Even their parents felt it.
"What was that?" Emma and Lily asked.
Hermione pulled away from Harry and noticed everything was disarray. "Harry, what happened?" She looked around their compartment. She was still on his lap.
"Hm?" He was still dazed from that kiss and followed her gaze. "Ah, that would be us,"
"How do you know?" She asked.
Harry held up his left hand. He had a wedding band. Hermione gasped and looked at hers. She had an engagement and wedding rings.
"My mother is going to kill me,"
"And what? You think mine's going to celebrate?" Harry laughed. "No, she probably will,"
Hermione laughed. "So, we're married. Cool,"
Ministry of Magic
September 1, 1991 11:16AM
Down in the Ministry, Hermione's name was changed and she was added to the Potter vault, and her family vault. Harry and Hermione were added to their family ancestral vaults, as they all waited for their descendants.
September 1, 1991 11:18AM
When Lily and James got home, there was a letter waiting for them. Lily opened it, noticing it was from the Ministry.
Congratulations on your son's marriage to Hermione Jean Granger at exactly September 1, 1991 11:15AM. She has been added to the family line and Gringott's account, and her ancestry line. Hope you had a wonderful ceremony and congratulations again. I have also sent a letter to Harry and Hermione Potter.
Best of luck and cheers
Amelia Bones DMLE
"Oh, shit," Lily whispered.
"What?" James asked, coming behind her. "I thought this is what you wanted,"
"We forgot to tell the Granger's years ago. They're going to kill us," Lily whimpered.
James groaned. "I knew we forgot something,"
Another letter flew in.
"Is it the Granger's?" Lily asked.
"They don't know how to use owl post," James pointed out. Lily breathed in relief as she remembered.
"Then who is it?"
They both read it.
We would like to congratulate you on your son's marriage and we have added Hermione Jean Granger to your vault and Harry James Potter was added to hers. I have sent a letter to Hermione and Harry letting them know about their marriage and vaults waiting for them. Please bring them as soon as possible.
Best of luck
"Oh, crud," Lily moaned as she sat on her chair. "They have many vaults and are married! Emma's going to kill me!"
September 1, 1991 11:20AM
"Hermione is married?" Emma Granger asked herself as she read the Ministry letter she just received. "Hermione is married!" She yelled happily. Then she frowned. "Why didn't she tell me? And why so young?"
Daniel walked up to his wife to read the letter, withholding his anger that his baby daughter was married, at age eleven no less!
Congratulations on your daughter's marriage to Harry James Potter at exactly September 1, 1991 11:15AM. We have added her to the Potter family line and Potter Gringott's account, and her ancestry line. Hope you had a wonderful ceremony and congratulations.
Amelia Bones DMLE
"There," Her husband pointed. "They were married, on the train. That's why she hasn't told us yet,"
"How do you get married on a train?" Emma asked.
Another letter flew in from the owl. The owl dropped it on the table and left. Curious, Emma picked it up and read it.
We would like to congratulate you on your daughter's marriage to Harry James Potter and have added him to Hermione's vault accounts, as Hermione was added to Harry's vault accounts. Please bring them in soon as possible.
Best of luck
Emma was quiet now.
"Since when do we have magical ancestors?" Daniel asked.
Emma picked up her phone and dialed a number she always had for eleven years. Someone picked up.
"Hello?" Lily asked. She hated the damn phones.
"Lily," Emma greeted. "Did you forget to tell me something?"
On the other line, Lily gulped.
September 1, 1991 11:20AM
"You know, I'm glad we're married. Those other girls have to stay away from you now," Hermione laughed. Harry adjusted underneath her.
"I agree. Ronald can't try to take you now, prat," Harry replied. "Well, actually you're wearing my crest, so either way,"
Before Hermione could speak however, two owls flew in their compartment and dropped two letters and flew away, just as fast.
"Well, that was odd," Harry commented and picked up the letters. "We'll read them later,"
"Sure," Hermione agreed. "Are the Weasley's that bad?" Hermione asked, curious. Although she was very glad she was Harry's.
Harry sighed. "Hermione, since we're married, I have to be honest. I'm from the future, and here to change the present now,"
Hermione looked at him. "Yeah, I know,"
"You know? For how long?"
"Since I met you,"
Granger will be there again. Harry remembered Catherine telling her. "You got the offer and didn't tell me?"
"I couldn't. You seemed the same, so I had to test you about the Weasley's. I'm sorry," She hugged him, facing him. "Forgive me?"
"Kiss me and I'll think about it," Harry said cheekily.
Hermione laughed, but kissed him anyways. She loved kissing Harry.
They heard the compartment open.
"Oh, sorry!" It was Neville Longbottom.
Hermione scrambled off Harry's lap. "No, it's okay, come on in, Neville,"
"You know my name?"
Hermione's eyes widened, but Harry saved her.
"Yeah my mom is your Godmother, and your mom is mine,"
Neville turned to Harry. "Harry! Nice to see you,"
"You too, now sit down and enjoy our company," Harry replied, rather stiffly.
Neville was confused. He seems like a snob all of a sudden.
Hermione jabbed Harry in the side. "Harry," she scolded.
Harry laughed. "Joking, Neville,"
Neville laughed, relieved. He sat down. "Thanks guys. Everywhere else is full,"
Harry and Hermione nodded.
"I'm Hermione," She introduced. "Harry's best friend, and girlfriend,"
Neville nodded his eyes wide. That's amazing.
"So, how have you been? And your parents?" Harry asked.
Neville was about to reply, but the compartment door opened.
A red head poked his head in. "Hi, any room?"
Harry was about to reply angrily, but Neville spoke up. "Sure, if you want, Ron," Neville faced Harry and Hermione. "This is Ron, Harry and Hermione. Ron, this is Harry and his girlfriend, Hermione," Neville introduced.
Ron's eyes bulged. This is Harry Potter and he already had a girlfriend! He had to tell Dumbledore and his mum. "Nice to meet you,"
Harry already read his mind and narrowed his eyes. "Likewise,"
Hermione looked at Harry. She was hurt that Ron tried to ruin their relationship so early. Harry noticed her watery gaze and smiled at her softly. "I love you, Hermione Potter," He whispered and kissed her softly.
She sighed lightly in his mouth. She loved when he reassured her and kept her calm from killing Ron.
Ron and Neville watched eyes wide.
Harry and Hermione broke apart.
"Sorry, Nev," Harry apologized smoothly.
"No worries," Neville assured him. "Forgive me, but did you say, Hermione Potter?"
Harry cursed himself. He wasn't quiet enough. However, before he could speak, Draco Malfoy showed up.
"Is it true what they're saying? Harry Potter is on this train?" Draco drawled.
Neville made a face at him and Hermione followed suit.
"Yeah, right here," Ron pointed to Harry.
Harry glared at Ron.
"Try not to be a brownnoser, Weasel," Draco snapped.
Harry felt a little respect for the tiny Death Eater. "Can I help you?"
Draco took a deep breath. "I want to thank you for destroying Voldemort. If you didn't, my life would be Hell,"
Ron shuddered at the name, Voldemort.
Harry stared shocked. Hermione nudged him. "You're welcome…I think," He muttered the last part. "Uh, Voldemort isn't destroyed though,"
Even Ron was shocked. "Your Dad is a Death Eater?"
Hermione face palmed.
Draco noticed, so he knew Ron was an idiot. Even Harry groaned. "I'll…just go now," He left in a hurry, his cronies behind him.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
September 1, 1991 6:30PM
"Hermione, love, wake up," Harry's gentle voice woke her.
She sat up, groggily. "What is it?"
"We need to get dressed," He whispered in her ear, making her aroused. Damn her eleven year old body!
"You're bad," She whispered, then shoved him off.
"Oof!" He landed painfully on his ass.
She giggled. "Sorry, darling," She helped him up.
"All good," He replied. He looked at Neville and Ron. "Can you guys get dressed somewhere else? We're about to,"
Neville blushed as he realized what he meant, but Ron was angry.
"Sure, Harry, we'll knock first," Neville agreed, pulling Ron with him. He heard Ron protesting.
Harry turned to his wife (he loved that word). "Now, where were we?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
She laughed. "Get dressed, first, love," She suggested.
He sighed, but did as she asked. She admired his body as he undressed and got dressed again. He turned to see her eyeing him. He raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Hermione asked. "I love your body,"
He chuckled. "Your turn,"
She stood up slowly, and very slowly undressed. Harry felt his erection as she strip teased him then got dressed again. Her skirt actually made her look very good and beautiful.
Harry groaned, and kissed her. She loved it and kissed him back, sitting right on top his erection.
"Harry…" She moaned.
Harry groaned in despair. "Damn they're timing,"
She laughed lightly, but got up to open the door. Neville and Ron stood there.
"Can we come in?" Neville asked, afraid to look in.
Hermione laughed. "We already did the naughty stuff," She sat down close, very close to Harry.
Neville and Ron blushed as Harry laughed at his wife's antics.
"Hermione, love," Harry warned.
"Sorry," She grinned.
Finally the train slowed to a stop.
"We're here!" Hermione was excited. She was going to change her academic school year this time around.
"Yes, and don't forget. We need to see McGonagall later," Harry replied, getting up and following her. Neville and Ron weren't too far behind.
"I won't, darling," Hermione assured him, holding his hand. "Come on,"
Hagrid was calling the first years to him, and couldn't find Harry. He must be at the way back. "Okay, everyone into the boats and we'll cross the lake to go across. Only four per boat," He called and climbed into his own.
The first years all scattered to get into one. Harry, Hermione, and Neville got one, but before Ron could jump in, Draco did. Harry and Hermione smiled as their boat left. Neville looked odd at Draco, but said nothing.
Hermione and Harry once again admired the beauty of the Black Lake and Hogwarts School. The stars were shining, with lights on the castle, making it look beautiful.
They heard a girlish scream and looked back to see Ron fall into the lake, and flounder about.
Hermione laughed, and so did Harry.
They faced forwards again, ducked when Hagrid said to and their boats came to a halt on the ground, and they got out, walking to a huge entrance with stone doors. A tall, thin woman stood there, with a long roll of parchment.
"Follow me," Her voice replied.
They all did, even a soaking wet Ron, who was grumbling the whole way about his first day sucked already.
They walked down a long hallway and up two staircases. They walked down another long hallway and came to a halt at two double doors, which opened. Harry was glad they didn't have to wait this time. They walked down to the front, where a hat and a stool sat.
Hermione was looking at the ceiling, admiring the beauty. She missed Hogwarts so much, without even realizing it.
"When I call your name, come up," McGonagall called. "First, a few words from our dear old hat,"
Oh, you may think I'm
But don't judge on what you
I'll eat myself if you can find
a smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in
The Sorting Hat can't see
So try me on and I will tell
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in
Where dwell the brave at
Their daring, nerve, and
Set Gryffindors apart.
You might belong in
Where they are just and
Those patient Hufflepuffs
and unafraid of toil.
Or yet in wise old
If you've a ready mind
Where those of wit and
will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real
These cunning folks use
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though
I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
There was applause, some loud, some uncertain when the song finished. Odd.
"Abbott, Hannah," McGonagall called.
A blonde girl went up and sat on the stool. McGonagall put the hat on her.
And McGonagall continued, all the past the G's, into the P's. Hermione clenched Harry's hand, terrified. Why wasn't she on the list? Even Draco was, and he went to Slytherin, of course.
"Good luck," Hermione whispered.
Harry watched as every teacher and student looked at him, even the hat. He sat down and waited patiently. The hat did not speak, but contemplated silently.
Harry gasped, but walked to the Ravenclaw table, shocked. He looked at his wife, scared. She gave him a reassuring smile. What happened to Gryffindor?
Albus Dumbledore sat back, surprised. He thought Harry would have gone into Gryffindor to befriend the Weasley's.
This time, Dumbledore froze. How is that muggle born child related to Harry? I should check.
Again, everything froze, even Hermione. Oh, shit, we're married! She felt a tingling, but blocked the person from reading her head.
"Potter, Hermione," McGonagall called again, wondering how she was related to Harry Potter.
Hermione walked up to the stool and everyone was surprised it was a girl. She sat down, but the hat spoke before going on her head.
Cheers erupted, much more loudly than anyone else's. Hermione breathed relief as she walked towards her husband. She hugged him and he kissed her softly.
"It's okay," He soothed her. Now everyone knew why she was Potter, but why were they married so early and young?
Albus stared in wonder and shock. Harry's already married! To a muggle born child! There go all my plans…down the drain! Damn, Molly is going to kill me.
"I was so scared," She admitted.
"So was I," Harry replied.
"Do you think we'll get our own room?"
"Depends on if they think we're too young, really," Harry answered.
"Ah, good point,"
The red haired teenager went to the hat, seething mad about Harry and his supposed wife.
The Weasley's at the Gryffindor gaped as their youngest brother went into a different house. No Weasley ever went into Slytherin.
Ron, however, was happy and excited. He can use the Slytherin resources for his research to take down the newest Potter's.
Hermione was shocked. "Slytherin?"
Harry shook his head. "Maybe because the hat saw what he's going to do,"
They missed Dumbledore's whole speech and just began to eat instead. They filled their plates and ate, talking quietly to each other.
"Hey, guys," Neville replied, sitting next to them.
"Neville, you're Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked. "I didn't even know,"
"Yeah, well, you did look dazed," Neville commented, eating.
"That's because I thought it would have called me at Granger,"
"Is that you're last name?"
"No. It's my maiden name. My last name is Potter," Hermione answered, teasingly. Neville just laughed.
An hour later, they got the old warning and was sent to bed. The followed their current Prefect, Penelope Clearwater, to their chamber. The whole way Harry and Hermione talked, not listening to the password, but it didn't even matter. They couldn't go in.
"Uh, hello," Hermione called.
Penelope came back. "Well, come on in,"
"We can't," Harry snapped. "And don't talk to Hermione like that,"
Penelope was about to speak up, however Professor Filtwick came over, tiny as ever.
"Mr and Mrs. Potter!" He called, waving his tiny arm.
Hermione, Harry, and Penelope looked at him.
"Professor…we can't get in," Hermione told him.
"That's because you're married," He reminded them.
"Oh, yeah," Harry face palmed himself.
"Also, McGonagall told me to tell you your luggage is already in your room," Filtwick replied.
Now, they both groaned.
"I forgot all about our luggage after all!" Hermione groaned.
"It's okay," Filtwick told her. "Follow me,"
He led them to a separate stair case that led higher and higher to double doors. "State your name, and only you two will be allowed to enter,"
"Harry James Potter,"
"Hermione Jean Potter, nee Granger,"
The doors opened.
"Okay, my job is done. Goodnight, Mr and Mrs. Potter," Filtwick greeted, then left.
"Ah, thank you," Hermione said.
"Good night," Harry replied.
They both entered and examined the room. It was colorful and beautiful, bed in the middle with dressers on the side. A long closet was to their left and the bathroom was on the right. Everything was in Ravenclaw's colors, blue and bronze. The Ravenclaw symbol, eagle, was in the middle of the fireplace mantle, in its colors.
They looked in the bathroom and found it to be huge and shiny. Beautiful.
"I think we're supposed to share the shower," Hermione told her husband, staring at the huge bathtub. Harry followed her gaze.
"I think you may be right," Harry agreed.
"Well, now that I have seen our beautiful marriage quarters, I am going to sleep," Hermione declared while yawning.
"Same," Harry sighed, also tired.
They walked back to their bed and dressed into nightclothes. Harry laid down first and Hermione cuddled into him as she fell asleep. Harry followed soon after.
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