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Weasleygurl · 02-18-2007, 07:55 PM

This is really your first! That's amazing; you write so wonderfully! Anyways, what happened? What did Harry see? Pams!

michalice · 02-19-2007, 01:00 PM

You cant stop like that PAMS PAMS PAMS, pleeeeeeeease

ps another great post

JulieAnn · 02-20-2007, 05:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Weasleygurl

This is really your first! That's amazing; you write so wonderfully! Anyways, what happened? What did Harry see? Pams!

Aww you are making me blush

I don't remember what he saw

ok, so that's not quite true, but still, I guess you will just have to wait and see

but you won't have to wait to long I promise!

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Originally Posted by michalice

You cant stop like that PAMS PAMS PAMS, pleeeeeeeease

ps another great post

Yay! my first cliffy!

You are the best I tell you!

I am getting ready to post!

JulieAnn · 02-20-2007, 07:52 PM

Chapter 11: The Wand Keeper

Inside the store, in the middle of what appeared to be a large angry crowd stood his parents, both with frightened expresssions on their faces.

Harry burst through the door yelling, “What is going on?! back up you lot! what is going on!?”

James looked over at Harry, and his look of fear was replaced with an amused expression. “Harry.” He said calmly, “What are you doing?” He asked his son.

“Well, I saw….angry people….thought…threatened...” Harry stuttered, at a loss at his fathers’ amused expression.

“We are fine dear.” His mother said to him, “These are some old friends, they were just telling us about poor Frank and Alice.” She said shaking her head in sadness. “We should really go visit them.” She added.

Harry stared at his parents, comprehension dawning on his face. He had once again made a scene were one didn’t exist and he had jumped to conclusions. Sighing, he asked, “So why are you guys talking in here? Why not out on the street.”

“Oh, well your father needs a new wand.” Lily said brusquely remembering the task at hand. “His never turned up after the…incident…you know.” She said choosing her words carefully.

“Oh, well, ok.” Harry said uncertainly. He decided to stay and watch his father get a new wand.

“Mr. Potter.” Olivandar said in awe as he came out from the back of his shop. “Back from the dead, I see.” He said to the shock of everyone still in the store.

James merely laughed at his comment.

“I knew we could expect great things from you, Harry.” The man said suddenly in an almost awe struck voice as he turned to gaze at Harry.

“Oh,” said Lily, alarmed by Olivandar’s tone “who said it was Harry?” Lily asked laughing nervously.

Olivandar, not saying anything, simply smiled.

“Where were you, Mr. Olivandar?” Harry suddenly asked, remembering something. “I mean, when you disappeared last year. Where did you go?”

“Well, I went into hiding of course.” He replied in tone that was meant to imply that his answer should be good enough. Several people in the store began to nod, understanding.

“But why?” Harry insisted, “Why would you feel the need to go into hiding.”

Eyes began to turn suspiciously to Mr. Olivandar.

“Because, dear boy,” Olivandar began, laughing some what nervously, “I had to hide from the death eaters, I am very valuable as a wand maker.” He begin to fidget slightly.

Most people in the shop turned to see how or even if Harry would counter such a solid claim. There was obviously no denying his claim to making fine wands. His parents however where staring at him curiously.

“Yes that does make sense.” Harry said smiling. Olivandar smiled back and started to turn back to the counter, “So why did you leave all of your wands here?” Harry asked, the smile still on his face.

“What?” Olivandar asked turning back towards Harry, a slight frown on his face as he eyed Harry.

“Well, Mr. Olivandar,” Harry began. “when you disappeared last year, you left your store intact. Nothing was removed, nothing was damaged. The ministry was trying to figure out what had happened to you, so they opened up your store to see if there were signs of foul play. Everything in your store was intact; they said it looked like you had just up and left, leaving everything behind.”

“So? What’s your point, I was scared and left in a hurry.” Olivandar said, not trying to hide his anger any longer.

“You said that you went into hiding because you are a valuable wand maker, however you didn’t make any effort to hide the wands you had already made. We have all purchased wands before, Mr. Olivandar. It might take someone a while, but what was there to stop a bunch of death eaters from breaking into your store and just stealing themselves new wands if something were to happen to theirs. They would know what to expect from a wand that was a match for them. And don’t say that you had magical safety measures in place, the Ministry would have run into them when they searched the place.” Harry had said all of this in a conversational tone, the slight smile still on his face.

“What are you accusing me of, boy.” Olivandar growled at him.

“Oh nothing. I was just asking where you were.” Harry said, knowing that the damage was already done, and not caring. If he was apart of something he needed to be exposed.

“Get out of my store. All of you.” He said in a dangerously low voice. Harry got up. “I will leave, but my father needs a new wand. You will get him one, the right one.” Harry said in voice that left no room for question. “These people in here did not make you angry; I did; besides you do make the best wands.” Harry said as he strolled out of the store.

michalice · 02-20-2007, 08:40 PM

Another great post, glad it wasnt serious stuff he saw in the window.
Definatley something going on with olivander, i totally agree with Harry, why leave his wands for others to get if he is valued so much.

JulieAnn · 02-20-2007, 09:20 PM

Yeah, I was trying to go for a dramatic cliffy, but the way i was going to do it, just didn't flow right, so just remember what happened here, becuase I am sure it will come up later

michalice · 02-20-2007, 09:50 PM

what

no new post

we want a post, we want a post, we want a post

Replying to post below me, dont wanna clutter up your great story with lost of posts not relating to your story.....

yay new post coming soon, you dont have to rush, im very impatient, and the time difference doesnt help me much, oh well at least ill have something to read in the morning

JulieAnn · 02-20-2007, 11:05 PM

Well, if you are going to poke, me then I wont post!

Ok so that's not true, I will always post for you

I'm swamped at work at the moment, (taking a 5 minute breather to check here) but I will post in a little bit, if not before I get off work then definitely when i get home from school if your lucky

ZephansAthena · 02-21-2007, 01:06 AM

Wow Mich, way to get your way! heh heh.
Julie the story is awsome, i keep coming back here, sick as i am to check on it. I don't think your readers can get enough.

JulieAnn · 02-21-2007, 04:49 AM

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Originally Posted by michalice

what

no new post

we want a post, we want a post, we want a post

Replying to post below me, dont wanna clutter up your great story with lost of posts not relating to your story.....

yay new post coming soon, you dont have to rush, im very impatient, and the time difference doesnt help me much, oh well at least ill have something to read in the morning

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Originally Posted by ZephansAthena

Wow Mich, way to get your way! heh heh.
Julie the story is awsome, i keep coming back here, sick as i am to check on it. I don't think your readers can get enough.

You guys are so awesome, you make me smile! I might even wager that you rock my socks more than Colplay

. Well I am home from school, and like I promised, I am posting!

JulieAnn · 02-21-2007, 04:52 AM

Chapter 12: 66 Godrics Road

“That was brilliant!” Ron exclaimed as soon as they were clear of the store startling Harry slightly. He had not realized that when he had followed Ginny, Hermione and Ron had followed him.

“How did you know that?” Hermione asked him, a concerned expression on her face.

“I didn’t know it for sure.” Harry said, squinting in the sudden burst of sun light that had made its way through a thin cloud, “It was just a hunch really, it was the only thing that made sense given the facts.”

Making their way down Diagon Alley, Harry suddenly realized that all over in little clusters, groups of people were whispering, all staring at him. Having been stared at almost constantly since coming into the wizarding world, Harry was used to it. “I don’t think that I will ever like it.” Harry said thinking out loud.

“What’s that Harry?” Hermione asked him, interrupting her conversation with Ron as the reached the ice cream parlor.

“All of the staring and the pointing.” Harry said motioning around.

Nodding, Hermione ordered them all ice cream, as the two boys sat down at a table outside.

Hermione and Ron began talking to each other in low tones, effectively leaving Harry out of the conversation, which suited him just fine.

Following Aberforth’s directions, the group made their way down an old dirt road. From the look of it, it was obvious that this road was not used often. Turning a corner, they were suddenly faced with a tall gate that was chained, but had an opening just barely big enough for them to squeeze through. A barely legible wooden sign on the rusty gate read:

66 Godrics Road
Godric’s Hollow Public Cemetery

The day, although early, was warm and Harry had broken out in a light sweat and was slightly out of breath by the time they reached the gate.

“We can wait here if you like Harry.” Hermione said, panting slightly, reaching out she grabbed Ron’s arm signaling him to stop.

“No, its ok guys, I really think that I need you in there with me. Leading the way, Harry squeezed through the gate and entered the cemetery. He made his way to the very back of, and there he found what he was looking for.

Ron and Hermione stood back, while Harry gazed upon the grave of his parents for the first time in his life. He knew that these indistinct grave markers were purely that; just markers, as a silent reminder that someone had died. His parent’s bodies had never been found assumed to be destroyed with the house.

Dropping to his knees, he allowed himself to mourn for the parents he did not remember. After several minutes, he got up from the ground, dried his face on his robes and walked out of the cemetery without saying a word.

Finally, without looking at either Ron or Hermione, Harry stated resolutely. “We will spend the night here, and leave in the morning.

Silently nodding, Ron and Hermione followed Harry.

That night they had dinner with Aberforth. Like the day, it was a warm, slightly balmy night, and the a slight breeze moved the curtain of the open window.

“You know, he thought highly of you, all of you.” Alberforth said in between bites of food. Although he didn’t say a name they all knew who he was talking about.

After an uncomfortable silence, Aberforth continued, “I have something for you, this will be more useful for you. And besides, I think he would have wanted it that way.” That said he gave a long low whistle.

A crack and a flash of light filled the room and suddenly Fawkes appeared, sitting on Harry’s shoulder.

“See.” Aberforth said, taking another bite. “I was right.” As if that settled it.

“Where are you heading next.” Alberforth asked, as he began clearing the table with a flick of his wand.

“Number 12 Grimmuald Place.”Harry replied.

“Don’t you think so Harry?” Hermione asked, interrupting Harry’s thoughts.

“What? Yeah of course.” Harry said distracted.

Hermione giggled, and took the empty bowls of ice cream away, causing Harry to realize that he hadn’t even been aware of eating his. Sighing he forced his mind back to the present. He looked up to find Hermione staring at him intently. He got the impression she knew exactly what he had been thinking about.

“We should head back now.” Harry said standing up. “It has been about two hours; we don’t want to keep your mum waiting, Ron.” He teased, dodging the punch from Ron.

Laughing, the friends made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

michalice · 02-21-2007, 10:33 AM

another post

Thanks

a new post for me to read and it was great

i think im smiley obsessed

JulieAnn · 02-21-2007, 06:03 PM

Everyone should be smiley obbsessed!

They help convey your meaning better than just words alone

Not to mention they are super cute

I feel sad when I go to other websites and use IM and can't use

But thats ok!

I am glad that you like my story! I am actually experienceing a bit of writers block at the moment (which is why I waited so long to post

) It won't affect my posting here, so readers don't fear. I am feeling slightly goofy today

Weasleygurl · 02-21-2007, 11:00 PM

You? Goofy? We couldn't tell

!

I loved the update; especially when Harry and Fawkes were reunited. Pams, please.

JulieAnn · 02-21-2007, 11:47 PM

Chapter 13: Dobby’s Surprise

The Potters arrived home that evening at a rather late hour. They had gone back to the Burrow after leaving Daigon Alley for what was supposed to be a “quick bite to eat” according to Molly, however, they had enjoyed all the food and drink so much that it was well after midnight when they finally stumbled in their front door, all arm in arm, laughing.

They were shocked to discover the portrait of Dumbledore hanging in the middle of the entry way, so that he was the first thing that anyone saw upon entering the house. He was impatiently drumming his fingers on the side of his chair, the irritation apparent on his face.

After recovering from the initial shock, Lily began giggling. “What are you doing there Albus, that really can’t be the best place for you, can it?”

“I am in full agreement with you.” He said tight lipped. “Dobby, decided to surprise you, and against all of my protests proceeded to hang me here.”

“We will take care of you sir.” Harry said smiling up at Albus.

His expression softening as he gazed on Harry, “Thank you Harry, I would most appreciate that. I think a back room, perhaps a private study would be more suited and less obvious, don’t you agree?”

Harry, instead of trying to struggle with the portrait, simply levitated it off the wall and down the hallway. Once inside the small back office, he used a magic stick spell, he fastened the portrait to the wall.

“Now, that is better.” Albus said smiling. “Now, if I might make a suggestion. If you will remember the portrait of Sirius’ mother in Grimmuald Place, as unpleasant as that might be. She had a number of charms placed on her portrait to protect it from being disposed of or destroyed. If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate if you could use those same charms on mine, for obvious safety reason.”

“We eventually found away to get that portrait off the wall though, sir.”

“I know, Harry, but it took you a while didn’t it?” Albus replied smiling.

Harry silently set to work under the direction of Dumbledore, setting a number of protective charms onto the portrait.

“Those were complicated charms, Harry.” Dumbledore said with pride as Harry finished the last one. “You have become quite a great wizard.” His parents, who had been silently observing, beamed with pleasure.

“I have some things to discuss with you, but seeing as the hour is late, I think that you should retire, and we can have breakfast together in the morning, say about nine?” Dumbledore asked a smile on his face. Nodding in agreement, the family headed to bed.

As Harry passed the small room near the stairs, he could hear the sounds of Dobby punishing himself. Apparently Dumbledore could hear him as well, because suddenly Harry, as he was about to intervine, heard through the wall, “Dobby, that isn’t necessary, stop that now. You know the Potters wouldn’t be happy if they knew you were punishing yourself.”

“Yes, sir.” Came the cheerful response of Dobby.

Smiling, Harry made is way up the stairs, kicking off his shoes, but not bothering with the rest, Harry fell into bed, asleep instantly.

ZephansAthena · 02-21-2007, 11:56 PM

Now I wonder why Dobby was there in the first place? Is he now the house elf of the Potters? What a delicious irony.

michalice · 02-22-2007, 12:16 PM

Another great post, keep them coming.

JulieAnn · 02-22-2007, 06:18 PM

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Originally Posted by ZephansAthena

Now I wonder why Dobby was there in the first place? Is he now the house elf of the Potters? What a delicious irony.

I think it mentions it later on that Doby insisted on living with the Potter's. He is their house elf, but not in the typical idea. I thought this would be a better place for him than at hogwarts!

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Originally Posted by michalice

Another great post, keep them coming.

I will post again a little bit later, I am at work right now and actually have to work today, imagine that

JulieAnn · 02-23-2007, 05:17 PM

Chapter 14: Number 12 Grimmuald Place

Harry, Hermione and Ron appeared suddenly, down the street from number 12 Grimmuald Place. Because it was early morning before dawn, none of the neighbors had begun their day yet.

The ground was covered in a thick layer of fog. Harry wasn’t sure that even if the neighbors had been up if they would have been able to see them.

“Remind me again why we couldn’t just apparate inside the house.” Ron said crossly, staring at the puddle of mud that he had landed in.

“Because Ronald,” Hermione answered as she led the way up to the house, her irritation apparent in her voice. “The house is unplottable and has antiapparation charms placed on it, like Hogwarts.”

“Oh.” Ron replied, followed by some unintelligible mumblings.

Harry just smiled at his two friends and made his way to the front door. He had not been back here since he inherited it, and the thought of going in there made his hand stay on the handle for a few moments. Taking a deep breath he pushed open the door.

None of the Order was there at the moment, and Harry suspected that they had been tipped off by Aberforth to stay away for a few hours. For this Harry was grateful.

As he stepped into the entry way, noticing that the interior of the house would tremendously cleaner than it had been on his previous visits. The old splendor and beauty of the house could be seen.

“Good morning Master Harry.” Came the oddly gruff while still squeaky voice of Kreacher, his house elf. This statement that would normally seem pleasant, from this house elf sounded like a curse in disguise. A very loud curse, judging from the sudden shrieking coming from the portrait of Sirius’ mother.

Angrily Harry stormed over to the portrait, and slammed the curtains back. “I see we haven’t been able to get rid of you yet, you old Hag!” Harry screamed at the portrait, shocking the woman so much that she stopped screaming for a moment.

“Sirius is dead in case you care, but I am sure that you do not. Killed by your precious niece, Bellatrix. Now, since he owned the house, against all of your precautions and spells, he left the house to ME! Not to anyone in the Black family.” Harry continued screaming at the shocked woman. “And it worked, would you like to know how I know? First because Bellatrix and her disgusting friends can’t come here. Second, and more convincing is this! KREACHER! Get in here now.” He bellowed, slightly out of breath..

Suddenly there was a loud crack and a sobbing Kreacher appeared. “I’m sorry miss, I can’t help it.” Cried the distraught elf as he cast a look of pure loathing onto Harry.

Ron and Hermione had stumbled back, terrified at the raw outburst from Harry, they had never seen him so out of control.

“Well.” The woman said softly, finally closing her gapping mouth, “I guess that good for nothing son of mine has finally beat me.”

“You have two choices, as I see it.” Harry said, still angry, but no longer screaming. “You can either behave, and I will have you moved to a room of honor with some other Black Family memorabilia. Or I will have your portrait destroyed. Along with the other History of the Black Family.”

The woman’s eyes filled up with tears, as she mumbled almost silently.

“What was that?” Harry asked her, standing with his hands on his hips.

“I don’t want to be destroyed, or the most noble House of Black to be erased.” She repeated sighing.

“Good choice.” Harry said simply. “Now, if you start acting up, or causing trouble, or plotting with anyone or anything, including Kreacher, I will destroy you, do you understand?”

“Yes.” She said, resigned.

“Good. Now, tell me how to remove you so I can move you upstairs.”

“How do I know that you won’t destroy me?” She asked him suspiciously.

“You don’t. You are just going to have to trust me. Besides, if you don’t tell me, I will rip the wall out around you, destroy you and everything in this house, and then bring in muggle contractors to repair the damage.” He threatened.

After several grueling hours, and lots of screaming and threatening, Harry was finally able to pull the portrait of the vindictive old woman off of the wall. True to his promise, he had Ron and Hermione prepare the farthest most room on the top floor to be hers to share with Kreacher.

The had offered to bring Phineas Nigelus’ portrait in there with her. At the offer, he went very pale and offered to do anything to not have his portrait moved in with her. Laughing Harry and Hermione had agreed. Returning downstairs, the group fell into chairs in the entryway exhausted.

“You don’t have anything against magical cleaning, do you Harry?” Hermione asked him with a twinkle in her eye.

“No.” He said with a slightly confused expression on his face.

“Good.” Hermione said with a smile, as she conjured several brooms, mops, and other cleaning supplies, which she charmed into cleaning.

“Wow” Lupin exclaimed as he entered the house, in time to see the charmed cleaning supplies whisking off. “How on earth did you get her portrait off that wall, we have been trying for years.” He asked in an awed voice.

Weasleygurl · 02-23-2007, 06:12 PM

Well, I bet it was a relief for them all to have that picture moved.... although I think they just should have destroyed it

That would have made Sirius happy.

JulieAnn · 02-23-2007, 06:33 PM

I wanted to destroy her picture, but it wouldn't let me. It was very unfortunate really

michalice · 02-23-2007, 06:39 PM

Another great post JulieAnn, but thats not unexpected coming from you.

JulieAnn · 02-23-2007, 07:30 PM

Chapter 15: A Birthday Surprise

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.” Singing voices were surrounding his bed, pulling him out of sleep.

“Whas-goin-on?” Harry mumbled, still lost in sleep.

“Happy Birthday dear Harry, Happy Birthday to you!” Harry opened his eyes as the song ended to see almost everyone he knew crammed into his bedroom. Realizing this, he suddenly pulled the covers up to his neck, a panicked expression on his face.

“Come on everyone, let’s wait for him downstairs.” Lily said as she ushered everyone out of the room, looking over her shoulder one last time and smiling at her son.

Harry dropped his head back on the pillow as the door closed. Suddenly he remembered his dream, thankful that it was a good memory instead of a nightmare.

He smiled as he jumped out of bed, this was the first birthday that Harry would remember with his parents. The only thing that could make it better was if Sirius could be here. His smile fell off his face. Looking down Harry realized he was in pajamas. His face turned bright red when he remembered that he had not changed, meaning that someone, probably his mother, had changed him. Pulling on some clean clothes, he wondered if Dumbledore would have news for them.

Suddenly remembering their meeting with Dumbledore He opened the door to his room and headed downstairs, taking a detour from the kitchen where he could smell good food cooking and headed to the back study.

“Good morning, sir.” Harry said as he opened the door.

“Good morning Harry, and Happy Birthday. Why are you not out with your guests?”

“You told us that you wanted to meet with us at nine in the morning.” Harry said, slightly confused noticing that it was almost ten.

“Ah, I see, how very observant of you. I however must confess that I was part of this little plan by your parents, and made that suggestion so that you would not suspect their plans.” Dumbledore said grinning. “Now, I suggest that you no longer keep your guests waiting. I will meet with you afterward.” Dumbledore said smiling as he motioned Harry out of the room.

Smiling, Harry left the room, shaking his head slightly, and made his way to the kitchen where his friends and loved ones waited.

“There’s the birthday boy!” His mother said, tears in her eyes and a huge grin on her face, as she spotted him.

“Glad to see your dressed, mate.” Ron snickered from behind a copy of the daily prophet.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen you in less, Ronald.” Hermione said reproachfully. Seeing all of the eyebrows in the room raise questioningly, she realized the implications of that statement. “That’s not what I….what I mean to say… it…that came out wrong, didn’t it.” She muttered, her face as red as a tomato.

Harry smiled and looked around at the people in the room. There were Molly and Arthur, the twins, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and her mother, Lupin and Tonks, Minerva and Hagrid, Neville and Luna, and of course his parents. He looked from face to face, thankful that his friends were here to spend this day with him. His smile started to droop as he though of the friends that weren’t here and would never be able to laugh, or smile, a just spend time with him again.

His mother, seeing the sadness in his eyes walked over to put her arm around him.

“Constant vigilance!” rang out suddenly through the house, causing several people to jump.

“Moody! Get in here! What are you doing?!” Lily bellowed toward the front door that had swung open on its own accord. The sunlight that poured in through the open door was blocked by the huge figure of Mad-Eye Moody as he came lumbering into the room holding a much smaller, shrieking person by the ear lobe.

“I caught this little thief sneaking around out front! WHO are you working for?!” Moody bellowed into the crying boy’s face.

Trying desperately not to laugh, Harry reached over and grabbed Moody’s hand, forcing him to let go of the boy’s ear, “Professor Moody, this is Seamus Finnegan; he is here for my party.” Looking around as though the first time, seeing a kitchen packed full of people, Moody looked down and said, “Yes, well, I see, I was just proving a point to the boy.” He muttered as he gruffly patted Seamus’ back, causing the boy to stumble across the kitchen, falling into Hermione’s lap.

“Sorry ‘Mione.” Seamus muttered as he righted himself, completely missing the look of utter loathing and jealously shot his way from Ron.

Ginny, who did not miss the look, promptly kicked her brother under the table.