Harry Potter and the Third Uprising
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
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Adult ++
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Peace
A/N: I don’t own any of the characters or names.
Chapter 1: Peace
Harry could only imagine how this would have felt if his parents were alive at the age his son was. Harry couldn’t help himself, he had to get the same sized broomstick that his mother and father had gotten him almost 26 years ago. It made him feel more connected with his past somehow, made it feel more real. Harry watched him, riding and twisting around on the mini Firebolt, as he lay on the cool grass a little ways outside Cheltenham in Gloucestershire on the street of Sunset Lane, where he made his home. Muggles couldn’t see them unless they poked their heads through the thick trees lining the boundary of his lawn, and even if they tried, Harry’s Muggle Repel charm would make them remember that they had somewhere else to be. Albus, now six, looked like he couldn’t be anyplace better. This in turn made Harry happy, for he knew, or at least he hoped, that his son would not have to endure the many hardships that he himself had to face growing up. He had been thinking about this a lot over the past six years, ever since he had his first son. Harry wanted to be prepared. If it came to it, Harry would not make the same mistake as his parents did. Harry always carried his wand with him, even if they were out swimming in the lake, just as a matter of habit to make sure of this. He even made Ron, Albus’ godfather, do the same. Even so, they were living in a time of peace; Harry’s concerns were, if anything, distant horrors of the past that were presenting themselves in his parental ways and overall safety of his family. He was always ready for conflict or disaster, even though it seemed as unlikely as ever to happen now.
June was fast approaching and it was a warm Saturday out in the British countryside; Harry’s birthday was only a month away, and even sooner, Albus’. He knew Ginny was inside planning the party with Hermione; they were going to throw a party between several wizarding families in the area. As he looked into his son’s eyes, so like his mothers, he wished that his parents had been there for his celebrations. But now is not the time to bring it to the front of your mind, a voice in Harry’s head said. Enjoy the time that you have now, a time of peace and love which you alone forged by fulfilling the prophecy. Don’t dwell on old times right now. Enjoy your son.
Harry was jerked out of his thoughts by the light thump that he received: Albus had thrown the miniature Quaffle at his head. Harry looked up at him and smirked, Albus returned it and zoomed over Harry with his miniature Firebolt, his jet-black hair flying behind him as Harry still lay on the grassy ground.
“You can’t catch me dad!” he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder and zooming off into the three-acre wide backyard. Harry watched him for a moment. He knew he could catch him, but he didn’t want to make him feel bad. He was still, after all, only six. He let him get a good head start
“Oh, you’ll see yet!” Harry said, smiling wider, as he finally took off running. After some intense twists and turns that Albus had learned to perform on his miniature broom, Harry broke into a full on sprint and caught him. He didn’t want Albus hurting himself, even though Harry appreciated just how much of his Quidditch and flying talent his son had inherited from him.
“Aww, I thought I could out-fly you dad!” He looked defeated.
“Its…alright” Harry said, still panting a bit. “You can only go so fast on these miniature versions anyway. Don’t worry!” as Albus lowered his head with a frown.
“But I want to be as fast as you daddy! I want to play seeker like you!” he said, with conviction and determination in his voice.
“You will one day Albus, you’ll fly just like me on a real Firebolt, maybe even a Firebolt II!” He looked at Albus, and a vision flashed across his mind of him winning the Quiddich cup on a Firebolt II at Hogwarts. Harry just knew it would happen someday.
“Really?” he said. Harry could hear the excitement in his voice. “Wow, a Firebolt II! When can I get one dad?”
“When your older” Harry said with a smirk. He could see the passion in his eyes as they discussed this.
“Want to come with me on my Firebolt II?” Harry said, and he felt as excited as Albus sounded.
“YES YES YES!!” he shouted. “Let’s go right now dad,” a huge smile erupting onto his face.
Harry pulled out his wand, pointed it at the chains around the broom in the shed and said “Catena eximo!” The chains undid themselves off of the broom and left it sitting on the wall. Harry then pointed at the broomstick and said “Accio Firebolt.” It came flying in the air to him, and he caught it with one hand. Albus loved watching his dad do magic.
“Great dad, that was cool!” he said with glee. He dropped his miniature broomstick on the ground and ran over to Harry, who was just beginning to mount it with a smile on his face. Harry grabbed him up from the waist and set him in front of himself on the shiny wood handle. Albus looked back at his father, his eyes wide with excitement.
“I’m ready dad!” he shouted. Harry began his countdown; he did this often with Albus and knew that his son loved it.
“5…4….3…2…1…GO!” Harry kicked hard off the ground and sped off. He knew this broom could go well over 150 mph, but he dared not go that fast with Albus on it. He went up and down, left and right, doing tight circles and quick somersaults in the air with the broom. Albus was laughing and smiling. When he finally touched down on the ground, Albus was beaming and Harry was laughing. The sun began to set as they play-wrestled each other. Harry finally broke up the wrestling match, pointed his wand at the Firebolt II, said “Locomotor Firebolt,” moved it to the shed next to the chains, then finally pointed his wand at the chains and said “Catena necto” as they rebound themselves around the broom again. Albus clapped fervently at Harry’s use of magic, then raced toward the back door.
Harry watched him run, his laughs echoing around the lawn. He had just had another great day with his son. He couldn’t have wished for anything better in his past, present, or his future. He walked to the back door, looking up at the beautiful sunset and the presence of the moon and stars beginning to take form in the open sky. He silently hoped that nothing would take this life from him.
“Just let me have peace these years,” he said aloud as he stared at the rising moon. He turned and walked inside, closing the door after him, just as the sun finally crept below the horizon.
Chapter 1: Peace
Harry could only imagine how this would have felt if his parents were alive at the age his son was. Harry couldn’t help himself, he had to get the same sized broomstick that his mother and father had gotten him almost 26 years ago. It made him feel more connected with his past somehow, made it feel more real. Harry watched him, riding and twisting around on the mini Firebolt, as he lay on the cool grass a little ways outside Cheltenham in Gloucestershire on the street of Sunset Lane, where he made his home. Muggles couldn’t see them unless they poked their heads through the thick trees lining the boundary of his lawn, and even if they tried, Harry’s Muggle Repel charm would make them remember that they had somewhere else to be. Albus, now six, looked like he couldn’t be anyplace better. This in turn made Harry happy, for he knew, or at least he hoped, that his son would not have to endure the many hardships that he himself had to face growing up. He had been thinking about this a lot over the past six years, ever since he had his first son. Harry wanted to be prepared. If it came to it, Harry would not make the same mistake as his parents did. Harry always carried his wand with him, even if they were out swimming in the lake, just as a matter of habit to make sure of this. He even made Ron, Albus’ godfather, do the same. Even so, they were living in a time of peace; Harry’s concerns were, if anything, distant horrors of the past that were presenting themselves in his parental ways and overall safety of his family. He was always ready for conflict or disaster, even though it seemed as unlikely as ever to happen now.
June was fast approaching and it was a warm Saturday out in the British countryside; Harry’s birthday was only a month away, and even sooner, Albus’. He knew Ginny was inside planning the party with Hermione; they were going to throw a party between several wizarding families in the area. As he looked into his son’s eyes, so like his mothers, he wished that his parents had been there for his celebrations. But now is not the time to bring it to the front of your mind, a voice in Harry’s head said. Enjoy the time that you have now, a time of peace and love which you alone forged by fulfilling the prophecy. Don’t dwell on old times right now. Enjoy your son.
Harry was jerked out of his thoughts by the light thump that he received: Albus had thrown the miniature Quaffle at his head. Harry looked up at him and smirked, Albus returned it and zoomed over Harry with his miniature Firebolt, his jet-black hair flying behind him as Harry still lay on the grassy ground.
“You can’t catch me dad!” he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder and zooming off into the three-acre wide backyard. Harry watched him for a moment. He knew he could catch him, but he didn’t want to make him feel bad. He was still, after all, only six. He let him get a good head start
“Oh, you’ll see yet!” Harry said, smiling wider, as he finally took off running. After some intense twists and turns that Albus had learned to perform on his miniature broom, Harry broke into a full on sprint and caught him. He didn’t want Albus hurting himself, even though Harry appreciated just how much of his Quidditch and flying talent his son had inherited from him.
“Aww, I thought I could out-fly you dad!” He looked defeated.
“Its…alright” Harry said, still panting a bit. “You can only go so fast on these miniature versions anyway. Don’t worry!” as Albus lowered his head with a frown.
“But I want to be as fast as you daddy! I want to play seeker like you!” he said, with conviction and determination in his voice.
“You will one day Albus, you’ll fly just like me on a real Firebolt, maybe even a Firebolt II!” He looked at Albus, and a vision flashed across his mind of him winning the Quiddich cup on a Firebolt II at Hogwarts. Harry just knew it would happen someday.
“Really?” he said. Harry could hear the excitement in his voice. “Wow, a Firebolt II! When can I get one dad?”
“When your older” Harry said with a smirk. He could see the passion in his eyes as they discussed this.
“Want to come with me on my Firebolt II?” Harry said, and he felt as excited as Albus sounded.
“YES YES YES!!” he shouted. “Let’s go right now dad,” a huge smile erupting onto his face.
Harry pulled out his wand, pointed it at the chains around the broom in the shed and said “Catena eximo!” The chains undid themselves off of the broom and left it sitting on the wall. Harry then pointed at the broomstick and said “Accio Firebolt.” It came flying in the air to him, and he caught it with one hand. Albus loved watching his dad do magic.
“Great dad, that was cool!” he said with glee. He dropped his miniature broomstick on the ground and ran over to Harry, who was just beginning to mount it with a smile on his face. Harry grabbed him up from the waist and set him in front of himself on the shiny wood handle. Albus looked back at his father, his eyes wide with excitement.
“I’m ready dad!” he shouted. Harry began his countdown; he did this often with Albus and knew that his son loved it.
“5…4….3…2…1…GO!” Harry kicked hard off the ground and sped off. He knew this broom could go well over 150 mph, but he dared not go that fast with Albus on it. He went up and down, left and right, doing tight circles and quick somersaults in the air with the broom. Albus was laughing and smiling. When he finally touched down on the ground, Albus was beaming and Harry was laughing. The sun began to set as they play-wrestled each other. Harry finally broke up the wrestling match, pointed his wand at the Firebolt II, said “Locomotor Firebolt,” moved it to the shed next to the chains, then finally pointed his wand at the chains and said “Catena necto” as they rebound themselves around the broom again. Albus clapped fervently at Harry’s use of magic, then raced toward the back door.
Harry watched him run, his laughs echoing around the lawn. He had just had another great day with his son. He couldn’t have wished for anything better in his past, present, or his future. He walked to the back door, looking up at the beautiful sunset and the presence of the moon and stars beginning to take form in the open sky. He silently hoped that nothing would take this life from him.
“Just let me have peace these years,” he said aloud as he stared at the rising moon. He turned and walked inside, closing the door after him, just as the sun finally crept below the horizon.