Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything affiliated with it.
That belongs to the brilliant Ms. Rowling. The only thing that's mine in
this story is the plot.
A/N: Okay, before you start bickering at me, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in quite a while. Inspiration's been coming slowly and, as you know, the fact that POA was on the way didn't exactly help with my concentration, considering I couldn't sit still long enough to even write a paragraph. Yada, yada, yada... Here's chapter 5! I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 5: House Elves with Help Calls
Lily Potter awoke early on the morning of the first of August. Not wanting to wake her husband, she carefully removed his hold from her and stood up, taking in a deep sigh as the sleep slowly removed itself from her body, seeping away into the morning dew on the wet blades of grass outside. She quickly got dressed and made her way silently out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She walked down a flight of steps; pausing as she saw the door that led to the room her sixteen-year-old son was sleeping in. Carefully opening the door, as not to wake him from his peaceful world of dreams, she entered the room. Taking in the dormitory for a moment, she realized that it was the same one that James had stayed in during their Hogwarts days. Her thoughts trailed to different memories of her teenage years, causing her to smile of a particular memory involving the first time she had been inside this very room. It was in her third year and James had caused a particularly loud explosion to take place in the great hall. Furious that he had gotten so many points taken from Gryffindor, she had gone up to his room to give him a good scolding only to find a very embarrassed Sirius in the process of changing his clothes. Snapping out of her reverie, Lily's eyes caught on the very thing that had woken her from her dreams. Harry.
She could not believe that he had been forced to grow up on his own, without the love that any child should receive. She knew that it was not her fault yet she couldn't help feeling that she should have been there. There were so many important things in his life that she had missed: his first word, his first steps, his first trouble-making experience, his first trip to Diagon Alley, his letter from Hogwarts, and on and on. Yes, there were many firsts that Harry had experienced that she longed to have been there for, but there was one particular first that seemed to be etched into her mind: his first girlfriend. She couldn't help but run that first image of him after returning. It was as if a muggle video camera had taped the whole thing and it just kept being replayed over and over again.
The picture stabbed at her heart as she saw him, yet again, in a deep snogging session with his apparent girlfriend, Hermione Granger.
She saw so clearly, and with much detail as he kissed her with such passion. She saw his hands roam her body, shaking with nervousness, as if she was a delicate and precious doll. She saw the tiny beads of sweat dripping from his face, from the thick, engulfing heat that she was apparently sending to him.
And as she saw all of this in her mind, Lily Potter felt a sudden sadness. Harry was only sixteen. How could he understand what he was getting himself into? And what of this girl, young and innocent, did she really feel love for her son? Did Harry really feel love for her?
Lily let out a deep sigh. She knew barely anything about Hermione or her son, for that matter, but for some reason she just couldn't help feeling curious about their intentions. It wasn't that she didn't trust their judgment; more that she didn't understand their motives.
Lily scowled. 'If only I could understand him,' she thought. With that and one final glance at the raven-haired boy in front of her, she turned and left the room, careful not to make any noise.
She left the Gryffindor common room and walked down to the Great Hall. Upon entrance, she grumpily sat down at the table and became, once again, lost in her thoughts. After a few minutes of resting her head in her hands, she felt a tugging on her shirt and looked up to find a very large pair of eyes looking happily up at her.
"Lily Potter! Dobby is very pleased to meet such a special person."
"Err...Hello?" Lily had seen house elves before but she had never seen one outside of the Hogwarts kitchens.
"Dobby is most sorry to disturb you, Miss, but Dobby had heard rumor in the kitchens of you being alive and Dobby was most excited to meet you. Dobby is a friend of Harry Potter, Miss. Harry Potter freed Dobby and Dobby remembers how he spoke of his family. Dobby wondered if Harry Potter's parents would free Harry Potter."
Now Lily, being a witch, had seen many things in her lifetime, but never had she come across a situation quite like this one. This house elf... 'Dobby, was it?' seemed to be explaining something very important about her son, but she hadn't the slightest clue what he was talking about. He was saying something about freeing Harry Potter, but she didn't think Harry needed freeing. He seemed to be fine and in no need of being rescued, but Dobby did say he was Harry's friend. Maybe Dobby knew about something she didn't. Then again, she really didn't find it likely that her son was being enslaved; surely he would have told her, right?
She looked down at the short creature in front of her, whom, she noticed, had a very high-pitched, squeaky voice. "Dobby, you're very cute, but I haven't any idea what you're talking about."
"Dobby is sorry Miss. Dobby must have gotten carried away. Please, allow Dobby to explain." Lily nodded to show him that she was listening and he spoke again. "Mrs. Potter, Harry Potter lives with his Aunt and Uncle." Dobby shivered and his eyes widened in fear. "Dark people, very dark people. Dobby has seen how they treat Harry Potter. Hatred, it is, pure hatred. And Dobby has heard Harry Potter speak of it. In a cupboard, he used to live, Miss. Then they moved him upstairs into a room, but they got mad at Harry Potter and they put bars in his window! Dobby wonders how to continue..." The house elf spoke with evident sadness and regret and Lily's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Thank you, Dobby, I think I've heard enough." With that, Lily hastily stood up and scurried toward the door. This was preposterous! Sure, she and Petunia had had their disagreements, but never, ever, did she think that Petunia could sink so low. She would not let Petunia get away with this, oh know. There would be hell in Little Winging tonight. Gone were her thoughts about her son and his girlfriend; that could wait a little while. For now, she had a much bigger fish to fry.
............
"James! James, wake up!" As James started to wake up slowly for the first time in a very long while, he was met with the first vision of his beautiful wife.
"Good morning Lily Flower," he said sweetly.
"Don't you 'Lily Flower' me!" she said with a glare. This made James very confused. Had he done something to piss off his wife? If he had, he surely didn't recall it. 'Oh no,' he thought, 'It must have really been something bad if she's this angry, but what the hell did I do? I haven't been alive long enough to do anything stupid, have I? Oh bugger!'
"Lily, did I do something wrong?" He asked his question cautiously, for fear of getting snapped at. He knew not to irritate Lily when she was already angry. Doing so could lead to a number of things, one of which, his least favorite, was the one where he didn't get laid for quite some time. He cringed at the thought.
Lily turned her gaze back to her husband, seeing a worried expression engraved on his face and then spoke hysterically, "You? No, you have committed no crimes. Petunia on the other hand..."
Suddenly it all made sense to James. He knew all about his wife's relationship with her sister. He couldn't help feeling a little relieved at the realization that it wasn't him, she was angry at. He stood up and wrapped his wife in his arms, as she was now on the brink of crying. She wrapped her arms around his back and, slowly, the tears started to fall.
"Oh, James!" she cried, "I can't believe she would stoop so low. Poor Harry...why wasn't I there for him? Why did he have to live like this?"
"Sshhh, it's okay Lily. Whatever it is, we'll work through it." James knew if he were going to get anything comprehensible out of Lily, he'd have to calm her down first. "Now, explain to me what happened."
"Lily told her husband all about what she had heard from Dobby. By the time she finished, James had a sullen, bitter glare etched upon his face.
THIS MEANT WAR.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but it just seemed like a good place to stop. I'll hopefully be updating a lot more frequently, as I now have time and it also helps that I'm finally getting over my little case of writers block. Once again, apologies! Also, I'm sorry there wasn't any Harry/Hermione stuff in this chapter, but we'll definitely see much more of them, don't worry. But, if you're looking for some solid romance between the two of them, you may want to check out my recently added one-shot, Consummation. Beware...it's quite, err...descriptive. Yes, I think that's the word for it. Anyway, as always, thanks for reading and please send lots and lots of reviews! I promise I'll update soon. Bye now!
A/N: Okay, before you start bickering at me, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in quite a while. Inspiration's been coming slowly and, as you know, the fact that POA was on the way didn't exactly help with my concentration, considering I couldn't sit still long enough to even write a paragraph. Yada, yada, yada... Here's chapter 5! I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 5: House Elves with Help Calls
Lily Potter awoke early on the morning of the first of August. Not wanting to wake her husband, she carefully removed his hold from her and stood up, taking in a deep sigh as the sleep slowly removed itself from her body, seeping away into the morning dew on the wet blades of grass outside. She quickly got dressed and made her way silently out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She walked down a flight of steps; pausing as she saw the door that led to the room her sixteen-year-old son was sleeping in. Carefully opening the door, as not to wake him from his peaceful world of dreams, she entered the room. Taking in the dormitory for a moment, she realized that it was the same one that James had stayed in during their Hogwarts days. Her thoughts trailed to different memories of her teenage years, causing her to smile of a particular memory involving the first time she had been inside this very room. It was in her third year and James had caused a particularly loud explosion to take place in the great hall. Furious that he had gotten so many points taken from Gryffindor, she had gone up to his room to give him a good scolding only to find a very embarrassed Sirius in the process of changing his clothes. Snapping out of her reverie, Lily's eyes caught on the very thing that had woken her from her dreams. Harry.
She could not believe that he had been forced to grow up on his own, without the love that any child should receive. She knew that it was not her fault yet she couldn't help feeling that she should have been there. There were so many important things in his life that she had missed: his first word, his first steps, his first trouble-making experience, his first trip to Diagon Alley, his letter from Hogwarts, and on and on. Yes, there were many firsts that Harry had experienced that she longed to have been there for, but there was one particular first that seemed to be etched into her mind: his first girlfriend. She couldn't help but run that first image of him after returning. It was as if a muggle video camera had taped the whole thing and it just kept being replayed over and over again.
The picture stabbed at her heart as she saw him, yet again, in a deep snogging session with his apparent girlfriend, Hermione Granger.
She saw so clearly, and with much detail as he kissed her with such passion. She saw his hands roam her body, shaking with nervousness, as if she was a delicate and precious doll. She saw the tiny beads of sweat dripping from his face, from the thick, engulfing heat that she was apparently sending to him.
And as she saw all of this in her mind, Lily Potter felt a sudden sadness. Harry was only sixteen. How could he understand what he was getting himself into? And what of this girl, young and innocent, did she really feel love for her son? Did Harry really feel love for her?
Lily let out a deep sigh. She knew barely anything about Hermione or her son, for that matter, but for some reason she just couldn't help feeling curious about their intentions. It wasn't that she didn't trust their judgment; more that she didn't understand their motives.
Lily scowled. 'If only I could understand him,' she thought. With that and one final glance at the raven-haired boy in front of her, she turned and left the room, careful not to make any noise.
She left the Gryffindor common room and walked down to the Great Hall. Upon entrance, she grumpily sat down at the table and became, once again, lost in her thoughts. After a few minutes of resting her head in her hands, she felt a tugging on her shirt and looked up to find a very large pair of eyes looking happily up at her.
"Lily Potter! Dobby is very pleased to meet such a special person."
"Err...Hello?" Lily had seen house elves before but she had never seen one outside of the Hogwarts kitchens.
"Dobby is most sorry to disturb you, Miss, but Dobby had heard rumor in the kitchens of you being alive and Dobby was most excited to meet you. Dobby is a friend of Harry Potter, Miss. Harry Potter freed Dobby and Dobby remembers how he spoke of his family. Dobby wondered if Harry Potter's parents would free Harry Potter."
Now Lily, being a witch, had seen many things in her lifetime, but never had she come across a situation quite like this one. This house elf... 'Dobby, was it?' seemed to be explaining something very important about her son, but she hadn't the slightest clue what he was talking about. He was saying something about freeing Harry Potter, but she didn't think Harry needed freeing. He seemed to be fine and in no need of being rescued, but Dobby did say he was Harry's friend. Maybe Dobby knew about something she didn't. Then again, she really didn't find it likely that her son was being enslaved; surely he would have told her, right?
She looked down at the short creature in front of her, whom, she noticed, had a very high-pitched, squeaky voice. "Dobby, you're very cute, but I haven't any idea what you're talking about."
"Dobby is sorry Miss. Dobby must have gotten carried away. Please, allow Dobby to explain." Lily nodded to show him that she was listening and he spoke again. "Mrs. Potter, Harry Potter lives with his Aunt and Uncle." Dobby shivered and his eyes widened in fear. "Dark people, very dark people. Dobby has seen how they treat Harry Potter. Hatred, it is, pure hatred. And Dobby has heard Harry Potter speak of it. In a cupboard, he used to live, Miss. Then they moved him upstairs into a room, but they got mad at Harry Potter and they put bars in his window! Dobby wonders how to continue..." The house elf spoke with evident sadness and regret and Lily's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Thank you, Dobby, I think I've heard enough." With that, Lily hastily stood up and scurried toward the door. This was preposterous! Sure, she and Petunia had had their disagreements, but never, ever, did she think that Petunia could sink so low. She would not let Petunia get away with this, oh know. There would be hell in Little Winging tonight. Gone were her thoughts about her son and his girlfriend; that could wait a little while. For now, she had a much bigger fish to fry.
............
"James! James, wake up!" As James started to wake up slowly for the first time in a very long while, he was met with the first vision of his beautiful wife.
"Good morning Lily Flower," he said sweetly.
"Don't you 'Lily Flower' me!" she said with a glare. This made James very confused. Had he done something to piss off his wife? If he had, he surely didn't recall it. 'Oh no,' he thought, 'It must have really been something bad if she's this angry, but what the hell did I do? I haven't been alive long enough to do anything stupid, have I? Oh bugger!'
"Lily, did I do something wrong?" He asked his question cautiously, for fear of getting snapped at. He knew not to irritate Lily when she was already angry. Doing so could lead to a number of things, one of which, his least favorite, was the one where he didn't get laid for quite some time. He cringed at the thought.
Lily turned her gaze back to her husband, seeing a worried expression engraved on his face and then spoke hysterically, "You? No, you have committed no crimes. Petunia on the other hand..."
Suddenly it all made sense to James. He knew all about his wife's relationship with her sister. He couldn't help feeling a little relieved at the realization that it wasn't him, she was angry at. He stood up and wrapped his wife in his arms, as she was now on the brink of crying. She wrapped her arms around his back and, slowly, the tears started to fall.
"Oh, James!" she cried, "I can't believe she would stoop so low. Poor Harry...why wasn't I there for him? Why did he have to live like this?"
"Sshhh, it's okay Lily. Whatever it is, we'll work through it." James knew if he were going to get anything comprehensible out of Lily, he'd have to calm her down first. "Now, explain to me what happened."
"Lily told her husband all about what she had heard from Dobby. By the time she finished, James had a sullen, bitter glare etched upon his face.
THIS MEANT WAR.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but it just seemed like a good place to stop. I'll hopefully be updating a lot more frequently, as I now have time and it also helps that I'm finally getting over my little case of writers block. Once again, apologies! Also, I'm sorry there wasn't any Harry/Hermione stuff in this chapter, but we'll definitely see much more of them, don't worry. But, if you're looking for some solid romance between the two of them, you may want to check out my recently added one-shot, Consummation. Beware...it's quite, err...descriptive. Yes, I think that's the word for it. Anyway, as always, thanks for reading and please send lots and lots of reviews! I promise I'll update soon. Bye now!