Chapter 1 : What will I discover inside?
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Harry Potter paused as his hand gripped hold of the door handle, his briefcase clutched in his other hand.
He couldn’t hear any noise coming from inside the house, but that didn’t mean that no one was home. It could mean that someone was waiting, in the shadows, ready to jump out at him.
Worry spread through him as he tried to summon up the energy and courage to step inside. It wasn’t too long ago that he had finished a very long and tiring day at work, and he wanted nothing more than to sit down and have a cup of tea. Something that there was a high chance he wasn’t going to be getting.
“Come on,” he said, trying to psych himself up. “You’ve faced much worse than this, what are you afraid of?”
‘For I am afraid of what I will discover inside,’ a voice muttered in his head. He knew his mind was right, he was scared of what fresh horror he was going to find inside his own house.
Harry deliberated for another few moments before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
Once he had entered the house and closed the door behind him he noticed two things; one, it was strangely quiet. Two, it was darker than normal.
He continued walking down the darkened hallway, wondering where everyone was, whilst also wondering if he should call out for someone. It wasn’t long before his foot met with something on the floor causing him to take a tumble. His briefcase flew away from him and his head narrowly missed the bottom step of the stairs, which his right hand unfortunately crashed down onto.
“What on earth?” Harry exclaimed angrily, turning over and sitting up. He winced at the pain radiating through his hand, as he reached into his robe pocket and fished out his wand doing his best to ignore the pain. He waved the wand, muttering a spell and immediately the lights turned on in the hallway instantly brightening it.
Harry looked over at what had tripped him, to see his eldest son James laying face down, perfectly still... and completely in the way.
“James?” Harry called fearfully. His heart flew to his throat as he crawled over to James as fast as he could, bending down to face him and checking for movement. James turned his head to face Harry, who felt relief flood through him as he sat back down, running a hand over his face and letting go of the breath he didn’t even realise he was holding in.
“Thank Godric, are you okay?”
“Not really,” James muttered sadly, still not moving from where he was laying.
“What’s happened? Can you move?” Harry asked, still worried that his son needed to go to St Mungo’s.
“Yeah, I just choose not to,” James stated, sounding defeated.
Harry looked at his son for a moment in confusion, before speaking again. “What happened James?”
“I’m heartbroken dad,” James wailed and Harry could see that tears were beginning to form in his eyes. Harry felt sadness fill him; resting a hand on James back he tried to console his son.
“I didn’t even know that you had a girlfriend James,” Harry soothed awkwardly, he was never any good in these situations, where was Ginny when he needed her? “But we all go through these moments at some point in our lives, we just – er – we just need to er – get past it.” Harry finished lamely.
James frowned at his dad, “I’m not heartbroken because of a girl dad!” he exclaimed in a slightly whiny voice, “It’s something much worse.”
“Has the rash come back?” Harry asked, removing his hand from James’s back and trying not to show that he was edging away from him slightly.
“No dad,” James whined again, “they cancelled my subscription to Witches Weekly!”
Harry felt a frown filling his face as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his son. “You didn’t have a subscription to Witches Weekly.”
“Well mum did and I secretly read it.” James admitted.
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache beginning to form, the headache that only his eldest seemed capable of causing.
“Why does that mean you have to lie on the floor? You made me trip and nearly take my eye out on the stairs,” Harry said scolding him; James didn’t seem to take much notice of the angry tone of Harry’s voice. “I’m lucky I didn’t break my hand.”
“This was where she told me the horrible news; I fell to the floor in horror.”
Harry removed his hand from his face and stood up, brushing himself down before staring down at his son.
“How long have you been down there?” Harry asked, wondering if anyone else had noticed that James was there.
“Since this morning,” James told him, he still wasn’t moving from his spot, Harry wasn’t sure that James even could.
“Why haven’t you moved? Surely you’ve been hungry?” Harry asked, knowing that James was always hungry. Harry was slightly impressed that James had managed to do something that lasted the entire day before he got bored, in all fairness he had probably fallen asleep for most of the time he was down there.
“I’m making a stand. If I don’t move mum will have to re-subscribe, and I’ve been trying to bribe Lily into bringing me food, but apparently she’s being selfish today.”
“I hope you’ve made a start on your homework,” Harry stated, it was the second day into the kids summer holidays and him and Ginny liked to make sure that the kids’ homework was done straight away, it meant that they would be able to enjoy the rest of the holiday without worrying about grades. Although they sometimes had a lot to worry about James’s grade. He wasn’t quite the genius that Albus scarily was, so sometimes he needed all the gentle nudging and threatening to do his work that Harry and Ginny could provide.
“Of course I have! What do you take me for?” James scoffed.
Harry stared at his son for a moment before frowning, “How much did you pay Albus this time?”
“Three Galleons and I’m to do three of his chores for him.”
“I don’t approve of this,” Harry warned him.
James gave a small shrug, “then pretend you don’t know anything.”
Harry contemplated this for a moment, if he made a big fuss of this now then the whole summer would be spend with his children causing an all out war, and making live even more difficult for him.
He was hoping for a somewhat peaceful time, seeing as though he would be looking after them alone for at least one week. Ginny had been asked to go to Ireland to cover a story on the Irish Quidditch team and their preparations for the upcoming world cup, so was going to be away from the house. Harry wasn’t much looking forward to it, he needed his wife’s help, she was the only one who seemed to be able to control their children.
“Where’s your mother?” Harry asked James, deciding that it was best to ignore what James had said, but making a mental comment to convince Ginny to check that James was doing his homework properly. She was going away soon so she could be made out to be the bad person.
“Who even knows? She’s probably ruining more people’s lives? Maybe she’s off to tell Albus that Santa Claus doesn’t exist.”
“What?” Came a cry from the top of the stairs, Harry turned around to see his other son Albus looking down at them all, with a look of absolute horror on his face.
Harry shook his head as he decided to walk away from the situation and off in search of his wife. He picked up his briefcase as he walked towards the kitchen, deciding to begin his search for her in there. He also decided to look for a potion to get rid of this headache that seemed to be getting worse.
“Dad, don’t leave me.” James cried after Harry’s retreating form, as Albus continued thundering down the stairs. James tried to push himself up off of the floor, but his arms appeared to move sluggishly, so instead he chose to try and roll away from the situation.
“You can think twice about me doing your work for you now,” Albus cried, “and I’m keeping the money.”
Harry heard a loud yell and he assumed that Albus had caught up with James; he should have gone back to break it up before the boys caused any damage to the house or themselves, but his headache seemed to be worsening. As was the pain in his hand, he knew it wasn’t broken as he could flex his fingers. Not that it would be the first or last time that James had given Harry a reason to take a trip up to the hospital.
Ginny met him at the kitchen door with a smile and a vial, giving him a chaste kiss. Harry smiled at her thankfully as he drank the potion, instantly feeling his headache disappearing and the pain in his hand lessening.
There were more yells coming from down the hallway where Harry had left his two sons, but the rest of the family seemed to be ignoring them.
“How has your day been?” Ginny asked her husband as she walked over to the whistling kettle on the stove; waving her wand so that two cups of tea and a hot chocolate began making themselves. Harry gave a smile over to his youngest child and only daughter Lily as she sat at the table, a quill in her hand.
“Very long,” Harry told her as he took a seat at the table with Lily, placing his briefcase down next to him and taking his drink with a smile as it flew over to him; Lily thanked her mum as she took her hot chocolate and put her quill down.
“Daddy,” Lily said, smiling sweetly over at her father.
“Yes darling,” Harry said as he took a sip of his tea and reached for the letters on the table, searching through them and seeing mainly bills.
“Can I have some money, so Rose and I can go shopping?” she asked, the smile still on her face.
“Haven’t you only just had some pocket money?” Harry asked, looking up at Ginny for confirmation, she nodded as she looked at her daughter with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, but I really need some money. You see there are these new shoes that everyone at Hogwarts has, they’re from that boutique that’s just opened up down Diagon Alley.”
“Lily that place is a little pricey,” Ginny said to her daughter as she drank some of her own tea, leaning against the kitchen counter as she looked at the two. A loud yell was heard from the other side of the kitchen door and what sounded like something breaking; Ginny winced slightly as she put her cup down onto the side.
“Those boys better not have broken anything,” she tutted as she walked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry and Lily alone, Lily used this to her advantage as she walked over to her dad and gave him a hug.
“Please daddy, I don’t only need new shoes but I also need essential things,” Lily said sweetly.
“Your mother said that, that place is expensive Lily,” Harry stated, wondering if any of the boys had in fact broken anything. He could hear Ginny yelling, so he assumed that it was something of sentimental value. It was because of those two boys that Ginny and Harry couldn’t have nice things.
“Can I just have some money? I promise I won’t go to that shop.” Lily stated, still hugging onto Harry.
“You’ve only just had some pocket money,” Harry said again, this time more weakly. Lily picked up on his tone instantly and knew he was beginning to break.
“But this is important, it’s for womanly things –“
Lily knew that with that comment she had gotten around her father, with a smile she could feel Harry squirm slightly at her words.
He gave a small cough. “Er – yes, I’ll give you some money. Just er – don’t let your mother know, or your brothers.”
“Thanks daddy!” Lily said giving her dad a kiss on the cheek, “you’re the best dad in the world. I’ll just take my list and go get ready.”
She grabbed her parchment, stuffing it into her pocket as she picked up her hot chocolate and drank it quickly; leaving a small chocolate ‘moustache’ above her top lip. She put the now empty cup into the sink and ran from the room smiling. Harry gave a shake of his head, knowing that if Ginny was in the room he wouldn’t have given in. Which was a total lie in itself, he would have given in eventually. He never seemed to be able to say no when Lily asked him sweetly, it was something she had obviously learnt from her mother. Harry wished he was capable of standing up for himself around the two girls; he’d have to talk to Ron about it all and see if he had any tips for him.
Harry gave a sigh as he heard Ginny yelling that Albus and James were going to have to save up and pay for the damage that they had caused. He decided that his headache was going to possibly take two vials of pain reliever to completely go away, whilst wondering if dinner tonight was going to be a fiasco. Yet again.