HARRY

"Hare-Bear, come down, will you?" My mother soft voice drifted up the stairs towards me. I smiled slightly, as I finished the alterations on my new broomstick. The Siberian Arrow was gleaming in the sunlight, my homemade anti-jinx gel covering it in a thin film of red. Having a potions master for a godfather sure was handy.

"HARRY! Your uncle Sev and Lupe are here!" This time the voice of my mother wasn't so gentle. I jumped up, my father's Gryffindor scarf fluttering as I ran down the stairs to greet two of my three godfathers.

"Harry, my boy." Lupin greeted me with a fatherly hand on the shoulder. Lupin was the DADA for Beauxbatons, so I rarely got to see him. Last night was a full moon, and the repercussions were evident on his aged face.

"How've you been Lupe?" I asked, Lupin stooped down to my height and looked me in the eye. Soft brown into emerald green.

"Not so good Harry, looks like my time at Beauxbatons is up, I'll have to find a new job." I skilled widely at that, causing Lupin to look at me oddly.

"You can come to teach at Hogwarts, I'm going this year as well, it'd be nice to have a teacher there I know besides my dad." Lupin smiled sadly but shook his head. His wispy brown hair fell down his face, and it was then I noticed the streaks of grey in it.

"Harry, you know I'd love to, but Professor Quirell does a great job, plus, I know your mother has been invited to give an assembly on the importance of muggle studies." My mood lightened at the thought of seeing my mother through the year, but I was a little sad that I wouldn't see Lupin.

"Okay, just...get better, has Sev made you any more wolfsbane?" Lupin smiled wirily. I knew He, my father, Sirius, and Peter Pettigrew used to bully Severus. After the death of my godmother, Sev and Lupin had become a lot closer. Sirius and he still fought like cat and dog, but apart from that, he was a large part of our little family.

"Yes, he has, I believe he is returning to his position as potions master." Just as he said that Sev walked through the doorway, a small smile on his face. For him, it was like he was buzzing with happiness. I ran forwards and hugged the black-clad men. After 11 years, he'd finally got used to me hugging him.

"Hello Potter, how are you?" His tone was less bored than usual, which I suppose was a start. I always noticed how he turned into a bubbling child around my mother, but she did that to everyone.

"I've been good, I hear you gonna come back to Hogwarts for my 1st year. It should be fun." Sev chuckled, a deep rumbling flowing through his chest.

"Yes, it should, though, with both me and your father there I fear you'll be favorited, and we can't have that." Oh no. I sense I boatload of homework coming my way. I fidgeted nervously, Lupins's laugh echoing around me."

"Looks like you have an exciting year ahead of you Harry." My face heated up until I was sure I looked like a tomato. Luckily my mum came to the rescue

"Boys, I do hope you're not keeping my son down here for too long. I only wanted him to say hi. He still needs to pack for tomorrow." Her red hair hung around her face, encasing her sharp glare in a halo of fire.

"N-No, we were...um..." Severus muttered out, twisting his hands in endless knots to avoid his best friend's gaze. Sometimes, I swear he was a child. My mother had one last glare at the both of them, before turning to me, her eyes softening from a glowing snake green to a soft emerald.

"Harry dear, why don't you go upstairs and pack, I just need to have a...word with your godfathers. I'll call you down when dinner is ready." I nodded, not looking back as I took the stairs two at a time to avoid the berating the two adults would get from her. No doubt Sev would be beside himself with embarrassment.

Reaching my room, I was happy to see that my broomstick had finally dried, the magic visibly floating over it. I was itching to ride it, but I would have to wait until Christmas. First years aren't allowed brooms and I highly doubt my mother would let me out before tomorrow morning. Unless...What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

I quickly shoved the customized broom into a secret compartment in my trunk, smiling as the shrinking charm on it came into my mum had bought me practically all the material for first and second-year reading, my dad thought it best to add the charm.

After an hour of packing, I was proud to say I had done. All my books ( all 20 of them ) were stacked neatly on one half of the trunk. The other contained my potions equipment and my robes and clothed. I scanned the room, looking for anything I might have missed, when my gaze caught on a photograph, moving slowly on the desk in my room.

I strolled over and plucked the picture from the side. My mum, me and my dad were all sat together in it, laughing and smiling. Although I was still only a baby, happiness was evident on my face. There were two more people in the picture though. One, I knew, was my godmother, Sally Jackson. She and my mum had been best friends, until that faithful night in Godrick's hollow that both killed her and rendered her son motherless. Percy was sat on her lap, a smile stretched across his face, his sea-green eyes twinkling as his mother held him close.

I slowly placed the picture in my trunk. My parents had both told me that Percy was magical. There was a chance he'd turn up at Hogwarts. I was hoping beyond all hope that he did. Not only did I want to meet my godbrother, but I also wanted to meet the other boy-who-lived. Both my mum and my dad had made sure that I was completely separated from the wizarding world, even going as far as to put glamours on myself and them when we were shopping. Now Percy might be coming, I could have someone to share that burden with. A friend.

Locking the trunk, I flopped onto my bad, my eyes beginning to droop. Even as I knew my mum was cooking dinner, I couldn't help but let the exhaustion overwhelm me, leaving me dreaming of meeting the other participant in the great prophecy.