His sisters sat up paying attention except for Little Lily who was playing with her spiral flower wristband.
"I read about it one day in school years ago. Then I just visualized how to do it and there you go," Harry said not having to lie at all since that's exactly what he did back at the Dursley house so many years ago. It hadn't been that hard, mostly time consuming and required a calm hand.
"It's so beautiful. Say bro, show us!" Shelia demanded, going for the straight approach. Rose nodded her head in agreement. Harry shrugged, smiled, and then got up, motioning them to follow. Little Lily stayed behind to talk with her mother as Rose, Shelia, and Sylvia raced to see what flowers they wanted to use.
James thought hard after they'd departed. Harry had certainly changed a lot these past few weeks. He'd grown, and as much as he had to admit it to himself, he'd matured. He shrugged. He knew one day Harry would have more responsibilities not only as the oldest Potter child, but also due to the fact he was the heir of the Potter name. He just didn't think those responsibilities would start so soon. After all, when your children began to act responsibly, it was a sign you were getting old. He hated getting older.
He still had so many pranks he wanted to do.
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The weeks at the Potter House passed surprisingly fast. Harry found out things were slightly different in this world. When he entered his family vault, he of course saw several magical artifacts that he had never seen before. Of course when he returned home, he tried researching, discreetly, his family items still in the vault. No luck. His mum really didn't know what was all in the vault and his father didn't want to go into detail for some reason.
He kept muttering something about responsibility and pranks. His dad was so odd at times.
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A couple weeks before it was time to go to Hogwarts, a pajama-clad Harry sat in his room looking out at the stars. He was so grateful to have a family now. But there was still something missing in his life. His girl. Ginny. He'd held off simply flooing over to the Burrow as there had been no way he could explain his reason for being there. And there was no way he was going to announce he wanted to see his future wife. Should he survive the brothers coming after him, he would then be sent to St. Mungos for a psych evaluation.
He'd also held off shadowing over there as it held a certain kind of… stalking quality he really didn't want to associate with his powers. But here he was thinking of his fiancée again. He needed to know if she was the same person. If she and he were meant for one another. He needed to see her, and stalking quality be damned, he decided to shadow on over to her room.
Harry caught a ride from a passing shadow and almost instantly clung to a wall that a candle was near, flickering light and shadow in Ginny's bedroom. Harry noticed it was the same as he remembered: bed, dresser, closet, desk, quilt, rug, Ginny and Ron arguing. Yep. It was the same.
"Ron, give that back!" Ginny demanded.
Ron was holding a diary above his head, keeping it out of his sister's reach. "Oh, what's the harm in me reading just a little bit of it, Gin-Gin? After all it can't say much more than 'Oooohhh, I had another dream about Neville-the-boy-who-lived-Longbottom and we lived in a great big house.' I mean, how many times have you had that dream anyway? Just this month alone? Hah!"
"Ron, you prat! Give it back!"
"I'll just add my own entry before I give it back. How's that?"
"Mum! Ron's being a git again!"
"Ronald!"
"Fine. Here, take it back. Go ahead and write in it how you're going to become Mrs. Neville Longbottom again when you grow up."
"So what's wrong with that? At least I have a plan unlike you. What are you going to do when you get to Hogwarts? Be Neville's sidekick?"
Ron left her room, a thoughtful expression on an otherwise scowling face.
She closed and locked her door and then sat down at the desk. Opening the diary she grabbed a quill and began to write. Harry moved his shadow to better read her entry.
Ron was being a jerk again. That hasn't changed. Maybe he's trying to be more of a jerk now since he knows he can't be one to me again until Christmas once he goes off to Hogwarts. I just don't understand boys like him. Why can't they be more like Neville Longbottom? He's so kind and polite. Ron did bring up an interesting point, though. He said I should become Mrs. Neville Longbottom. That doesn't have such a bad ring to it that's for sure. A summer wedding after I graduate would be best. Now that I think about it, in a few more weeks we'll be going to the train station to see Pompous, Terror Twins, and the Jerk off so maybe I'll find him there. I can't wait to see him again. And who knows, maybe this time I'll bring him something for the long train ride.
Harry had seen enough and shadowed back to his room. He sat on his bed and looked out at the night sky. Ginny was infatuated with the boy-who-lived. That sounded normal. Currently that boy was Neville Longbottom. That was normal for here. She wanted to marry him. Okay, now that wasn't normal.
She was supposed to marry Harry. All right, so he was in a different dimension. There were only minimal changes so far. He'd get her back. She was still a kid after all. Once she got to know Neville, she'd come to the realization that he was a jerk that needed to be avoided. Yeah, that's it. All he'd have to do is wait until the time came to be there for her when she realized that he was a jerk and then he was golden.
Starting to feel the drift of sleep, he told himself he'd adopt a wait and see approach for the time being before going after his old girlfriend. She was young. There was time.
Right?
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