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The Summer Before
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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3,867
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7
After Remus left, Harry mulled over the tale he had told. He had a godmother. A woman who was taken away before his parents. Someone who had reveled in his birth, who saw him as proof of a future. And now, by some miracle of magic or science, she was back.
Damn Voldemort. Damn him and his vicious and cowardly followers. Was there no one in his life that could be considered safe? Not for the first time, Harry was thankful that he’d broken up with Ginny. At least she wouldn’t be linked to him now. No more than as the youngest sister of his best friend.
Shaking his head, he picked up the picture that Larentia had sent him. He watched her holding him, letting his tiny fingers tangle in the mass of curls over her shoulder. He noticed again how both Remus and Sirius seemed as enchanted by her as by his infant form. She looked so fragile, as though she couldn’t withstand a strong wind much less a powerful curse, but she had. What was so special about this red headed witch and would he ever know her full story?
He set the picture on the table beside his bed and laid back. Tomorrow he’d draft a letter to her, letting her know that he would meet her. Closing his eyes, he let the story Remus told him wash over and gave in to sleep.
Damn Voldemort. Damn him and his vicious and cowardly followers. Was there no one in his life that could be considered safe? Not for the first time, Harry was thankful that he’d broken up with Ginny. At least she wouldn’t be linked to him now. No more than as the youngest sister of his best friend.
Shaking his head, he picked up the picture that Larentia had sent him. He watched her holding him, letting his tiny fingers tangle in the mass of curls over her shoulder. He noticed again how both Remus and Sirius seemed as enchanted by her as by his infant form. She looked so fragile, as though she couldn’t withstand a strong wind much less a powerful curse, but she had. What was so special about this red headed witch and would he ever know her full story?
He set the picture on the table beside his bed and laid back. Tomorrow he’d draft a letter to her, letting her know that he would meet her. Closing his eyes, he let the story Remus told him wash over and gave in to sleep.