Chapter Three: Lots of Chocolate
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ericadawn16Title: Harry Potter and the Secret of Godric's Hollow
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Harry Potter, Lupin, Hermione, Aberforth, Andromeda, Tonks, Neville, Penelope, Dumbledore, Ginny, Ron Penelope/Percy Ron/Hermione Andromeda/Ted
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Lupin and Tonks have some presents from Harry's past.
Author's Note: I started writing this before Order of the Phoenix came out which meant immediate rewrites! Then, I rewrote it repeatedly over and over as more things came out. I think it's time to finish this thing and post it.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/209841.html
Chapter Two: Harry's Birthday Party
Chapter Three: Lots of Chocolate
Harry put his gifts on a small table as Lupin took out a small something from inside his robes. It was a small box that inside contained a Christmas ornament. The ornament was a hard material, but on the front was a small handprint decked by two index fingerprints. On the back, it read:
Merry Christmas!
James, Lily, Harry
“I found this a couple months ago and felt you should have it,” said Lupin. Harry studied the fingerprints. Which was which? He carefully laid it back in the box and gave Lupin a grateful smile. The twins gave him more of their homemade fireworks although Katie shook her head at the gift, mimicking her mother-in-law. Harry glanced at the unknown girl who sat on a gold couch with Dumbledore. She sat up straighter and caught Harry’s look. She looked away as Harry thought, ‘She’s beautiful.’
Hermione gave him a ball that looked similar to what one would find in Trelawney’s classroom. Hermione saw Harry’s face and laughed.
“No, this actually works. I tried it. It’s a scrying ball where you can see loved ones in places far away,” explained Hermione. Harry caught sight of the Hog Head’s barman and took his leave of Hermione, but she wasn’t that annoyed. She had Ron for company.
“I don’t need my brother’s talents to know what you want to ask,” the older man said as the birthday boy came close, “My name’s Aberforth.”
“Aberforth Dumbledore,” said Harry, catching on and the man said with a smile, “I don’t have anything for you. I provided the drinks.”
Aberforth started to hand him a fire whiskey, but a voice stopped him.
“Going for a younger clientele, Aberforth?” asked an older witch whose style reminded Harry of a muggle businesswoman. Not a single dark strand was out of place and the make-up was conservative and perfect, but it was slightly disturbing to see her up close because she had just as many traits in common with her sister as she did her cousin.
“Of course not, Andromeda,” Aberforth said, giving her the fire whiskey and Harry a butterbeer, “Ted’s at work?” Andromeda nodded, sat on the edge of a low table and took a gulp. Her smoke-colour eyes met Harry’s green ones. She opened her purse with one hand, took something and held her hand out. Harry complied and she dropped a slightly used knife that he caught.
“I heard you had your own a couple of years ago, but it broke so you can have mine.”
She smiled patiently, no doubt she knew what had happened the night he broke his knife.
“Thanks,” said Harry and Tonks handed him a worn paperback. Andromeda sighed at the sight.
“I thought you were joshing about that rag. It’s barely a gag gift.”
Tonks rolled her dark eyes and explained, “I just thought he might have a laugh or two over it.”
Harry read the title: Toujours Pur: The Unauthorized Biography of the Blacks. He wasn’t sure about the laugh part. Tonks took it and flipped toward the back.
“They rushed it so it would be my first published photo,” she said, finally landing on a page and giving it to him. It showed a newborn with facial hair, not pretty or normal. Harry couldn’t help his expression. Tonks beamed, “I was already using my powers…but I thought you’d like to see this as well.”
Her tone was a bit more serious so Harry had an idea who to expect. On a different page was a large photo of Sirius spotting the camera, covering it with his hand and the view changing to include the ground. There was a brief glimpse of someone else and the photo repeated itself. Harry felt something slink around his legs and looked down to see Crookshanks, carrying a dead fairy in his mouth. He held his head up proudly for the birthday boy to see.
“Uh, thanks, Crookshanks,” said Harry and when the cat seemed ready to drop it at his feet, “No, you can keep it, really.”
He expected Charlie to approach him next, but he seemed cautious of Andromeda as if she was a Hungarian Horntail. Instead, Neville carried a plant.
“I got your package for my birthday, thanks. This is Frice Reminsci from India.”
Harry couldn’t recall its properties. Hermione would know, but he thanked Neville and put it with the other gifts. Charlie gave him some Romanian candy and that left Dumbledore, Penelope and the new girl. He decided on Penelope who stood near Molly, absently stirring her drink.
“Harry,” she said with a somewhat fake smile, “Percy had some work to do, but here’s a little thing.”
The gift was more chocolate but led to awkward silence. Harry wasn’t sure what to say to someone who seemed so unhappy with their life.
“Excuse me, but I would like a moment with Harry,” said Professor Dumbledore to Harry’s relief. They went into the kitchen, but not before Dumbledore whispered something to the strange girl.
“Now that you’re seventeen, I have something for you,” said Dumbledore.
“My apparition license?” asked Harry hopefully. Dumbledore chuckled softly.
“It’s the deed to the land that your parents owned,” he explained, handing him a paper from his robes.
“I own land?” he inquired.
“Most of Godric’s Hollow and a few other locations,” said Dumbledore.
“What about the dream I had?”
“It wasn’t a dream. Both events actually transpired, but it’s troubling that the first part was a memory of Voldemort’s.”
That confirmation seemed like a validation of one of his worst fears since Snape conceded that Harry had gone far enough in Occlumency that he didn’t need further lessons…and that Voldemort had begun blocking Harry anyway.
“The second part was mine, but the girl was in both and I recognised her. It’s only that I’ve forgotten already.”
“The girl’s murder happened almost sixteen years ago, but sometimes it’s easier to forget than remember.”
“Who was she?”
“That’s not for me to say. There are still those who mourn her and the loss of her parents.” The kitchen door opened and the violet-haired girl came in asking, “Am I too soon?” Her voice had a soft British accent as if she lived somewhere else. She was rather shy, but that seemed like it wasn’t her usual personality.
“No,” said the headmaster, “Harry, I want you to meet Cat Harkin. Cat, this is Harry Potter.” They shook hands and Dumbledore smiled. Then he ushered them back into the party. Tonks was trying with Aberforth to start up a round of drinking songs.
“Everyone, come close together!” said Ginny who brandished her dad’s wizard camera. They seemed to couple or triple up naturally and Ginny set the flash, running to get between Ron and Neville. The flash went off and they separated. Lupin joined Tonks in her singing attempt, both equally bad. No one joined in that time, but other more successful attempts followed thru the evening.
By eleven o’clock, most of the guests were sleepy and Dumbledore was covering a yawn with his black travelling cloak half on. Harry had hugged everyone goodbye until he reached Cat. They looked at each other and shook hands again. Hermione glanced at Ron.
The adults went to their respective rooms, leaving the trio outdoors with a warning from Molly not to stay up too late.
“Did you know that was Aberforth?”
Ron shook his head while Hermione said, “I suspected, but I didn’t have concrete evidence. We invited Luna, but her dad’s sick.”
Harry took another swallow of butterbeer. He was glad that they were avoiding the subject of Ginny. He knew Ron still didn’t completely understand.
Harry’s found his thoughts drift to Cat although he hadn’t had much opportunity for conversation between his shyness at strange girls and her shyness keeping her close to Dumbledore. Thoughts were acceptable, but he couldn’t act on it. He meant what he had said to Ginny. Harry didn’t want to be responsible for the deaths of any more of those close to him.
“Snape got you a book, too,” remarked Ron, holding the package.
“You could open it,” suggested Hermione, sarcastically, “Maybe it has more advice from the Half-Blood Prince.”
Harry gave her a look, shrugged and opened it to reveal an old book of potions that did look similar to the book from last year. He made a face and threw it on the table with the other presents. Harry hadn’t bothered to retrieve the other book from the Room of Requirement. He still remembered watching as Snape had said those two words to Horace Slughorn.
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Harry Potter, Lupin, Hermione, Aberforth, Andromeda, Tonks, Neville, Penelope, Dumbledore, Ginny, Ron Penelope/Percy Ron/Hermione Andromeda/Ted
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Lupin and Tonks have some presents from Harry's past.
Author's Note: I started writing this before Order of the Phoenix came out which meant immediate rewrites! Then, I rewrote it repeatedly over and over as more things came out. I think it's time to finish this thing and post it.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/209841.html
Chapter Two: Harry's Birthday Party
Chapter Three: Lots of Chocolate
Harry put his gifts on a small table as Lupin took out a small something from inside his robes. It was a small box that inside contained a Christmas ornament. The ornament was a hard material, but on the front was a small handprint decked by two index fingerprints. On the back, it read:
Merry Christmas!
James, Lily, Harry
“I found this a couple months ago and felt you should have it,” said Lupin. Harry studied the fingerprints. Which was which? He carefully laid it back in the box and gave Lupin a grateful smile. The twins gave him more of their homemade fireworks although Katie shook her head at the gift, mimicking her mother-in-law. Harry glanced at the unknown girl who sat on a gold couch with Dumbledore. She sat up straighter and caught Harry’s look. She looked away as Harry thought, ‘She’s beautiful.’
Hermione gave him a ball that looked similar to what one would find in Trelawney’s classroom. Hermione saw Harry’s face and laughed.
“No, this actually works. I tried it. It’s a scrying ball where you can see loved ones in places far away,” explained Hermione. Harry caught sight of the Hog Head’s barman and took his leave of Hermione, but she wasn’t that annoyed. She had Ron for company.
“I don’t need my brother’s talents to know what you want to ask,” the older man said as the birthday boy came close, “My name’s Aberforth.”
“Aberforth Dumbledore,” said Harry, catching on and the man said with a smile, “I don’t have anything for you. I provided the drinks.”
Aberforth started to hand him a fire whiskey, but a voice stopped him.
“Going for a younger clientele, Aberforth?” asked an older witch whose style reminded Harry of a muggle businesswoman. Not a single dark strand was out of place and the make-up was conservative and perfect, but it was slightly disturbing to see her up close because she had just as many traits in common with her sister as she did her cousin.
“Of course not, Andromeda,” Aberforth said, giving her the fire whiskey and Harry a butterbeer, “Ted’s at work?” Andromeda nodded, sat on the edge of a low table and took a gulp. Her smoke-colour eyes met Harry’s green ones. She opened her purse with one hand, took something and held her hand out. Harry complied and she dropped a slightly used knife that he caught.
“I heard you had your own a couple of years ago, but it broke so you can have mine.”
She smiled patiently, no doubt she knew what had happened the night he broke his knife.
“Thanks,” said Harry and Tonks handed him a worn paperback. Andromeda sighed at the sight.
“I thought you were joshing about that rag. It’s barely a gag gift.”
Tonks rolled her dark eyes and explained, “I just thought he might have a laugh or two over it.”
Harry read the title: Toujours Pur: The Unauthorized Biography of the Blacks. He wasn’t sure about the laugh part. Tonks took it and flipped toward the back.
“They rushed it so it would be my first published photo,” she said, finally landing on a page and giving it to him. It showed a newborn with facial hair, not pretty or normal. Harry couldn’t help his expression. Tonks beamed, “I was already using my powers…but I thought you’d like to see this as well.”
Her tone was a bit more serious so Harry had an idea who to expect. On a different page was a large photo of Sirius spotting the camera, covering it with his hand and the view changing to include the ground. There was a brief glimpse of someone else and the photo repeated itself. Harry felt something slink around his legs and looked down to see Crookshanks, carrying a dead fairy in his mouth. He held his head up proudly for the birthday boy to see.
“Uh, thanks, Crookshanks,” said Harry and when the cat seemed ready to drop it at his feet, “No, you can keep it, really.”
He expected Charlie to approach him next, but he seemed cautious of Andromeda as if she was a Hungarian Horntail. Instead, Neville carried a plant.
“I got your package for my birthday, thanks. This is Frice Reminsci from India.”
Harry couldn’t recall its properties. Hermione would know, but he thanked Neville and put it with the other gifts. Charlie gave him some Romanian candy and that left Dumbledore, Penelope and the new girl. He decided on Penelope who stood near Molly, absently stirring her drink.
“Harry,” she said with a somewhat fake smile, “Percy had some work to do, but here’s a little thing.”
The gift was more chocolate but led to awkward silence. Harry wasn’t sure what to say to someone who seemed so unhappy with their life.
“Excuse me, but I would like a moment with Harry,” said Professor Dumbledore to Harry’s relief. They went into the kitchen, but not before Dumbledore whispered something to the strange girl.
“Now that you’re seventeen, I have something for you,” said Dumbledore.
“My apparition license?” asked Harry hopefully. Dumbledore chuckled softly.
“It’s the deed to the land that your parents owned,” he explained, handing him a paper from his robes.
“I own land?” he inquired.
“Most of Godric’s Hollow and a few other locations,” said Dumbledore.
“What about the dream I had?”
“It wasn’t a dream. Both events actually transpired, but it’s troubling that the first part was a memory of Voldemort’s.”
That confirmation seemed like a validation of one of his worst fears since Snape conceded that Harry had gone far enough in Occlumency that he didn’t need further lessons…and that Voldemort had begun blocking Harry anyway.
“The second part was mine, but the girl was in both and I recognised her. It’s only that I’ve forgotten already.”
“The girl’s murder happened almost sixteen years ago, but sometimes it’s easier to forget than remember.”
“Who was she?”
“That’s not for me to say. There are still those who mourn her and the loss of her parents.” The kitchen door opened and the violet-haired girl came in asking, “Am I too soon?” Her voice had a soft British accent as if she lived somewhere else. She was rather shy, but that seemed like it wasn’t her usual personality.
“No,” said the headmaster, “Harry, I want you to meet Cat Harkin. Cat, this is Harry Potter.” They shook hands and Dumbledore smiled. Then he ushered them back into the party. Tonks was trying with Aberforth to start up a round of drinking songs.
“Everyone, come close together!” said Ginny who brandished her dad’s wizard camera. They seemed to couple or triple up naturally and Ginny set the flash, running to get between Ron and Neville. The flash went off and they separated. Lupin joined Tonks in her singing attempt, both equally bad. No one joined in that time, but other more successful attempts followed thru the evening.
By eleven o’clock, most of the guests were sleepy and Dumbledore was covering a yawn with his black travelling cloak half on. Harry had hugged everyone goodbye until he reached Cat. They looked at each other and shook hands again. Hermione glanced at Ron.
The adults went to their respective rooms, leaving the trio outdoors with a warning from Molly not to stay up too late.
“Did you know that was Aberforth?”
Ron shook his head while Hermione said, “I suspected, but I didn’t have concrete evidence. We invited Luna, but her dad’s sick.”
Harry took another swallow of butterbeer. He was glad that they were avoiding the subject of Ginny. He knew Ron still didn’t completely understand.
Harry’s found his thoughts drift to Cat although he hadn’t had much opportunity for conversation between his shyness at strange girls and her shyness keeping her close to Dumbledore. Thoughts were acceptable, but he couldn’t act on it. He meant what he had said to Ginny. Harry didn’t want to be responsible for the deaths of any more of those close to him.
“Snape got you a book, too,” remarked Ron, holding the package.
“You could open it,” suggested Hermione, sarcastically, “Maybe it has more advice from the Half-Blood Prince.”
Harry gave her a look, shrugged and opened it to reveal an old book of potions that did look similar to the book from last year. He made a face and threw it on the table with the other presents. Harry hadn’t bothered to retrieve the other book from the Room of Requirement. He still remembered watching as Snape had said those two words to Horace Slughorn.
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Date: 2011-04-04 01:53 am (UTC)I think the gift that Harry liked the most was the ornament from Remus, as its a link to his parents.
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Date: 2011-04-12 04:24 am (UTC)