Fighting Darkness

0.4 (EDITED)

When they arrived at Molly's house Harry couldn't help but gasp. It was messy, crowded and exactly what a house should be. Not like the Dursleys, where everything was neat and tidy (thanks to them.) But like this, where there were sweaters on the back of chairs and some plates in the sink that had yet to be washed.

This, was house that belonged to a family.

"Its not much." Ron, the youngest boy who was Alice and Harry's age said, his cheeks staining red as he looked around the house, an odd sort of pride in his eyes. "But it's home."

"Its brilliant." Harry whispered. He didn't want to move in fear of this amazing dream to end.

He wasn't sure what it was about these people but he knew that in time, he would be able trust them with almost anything.

"C'mon. I'll show you my room. That's where you'll be staying." Ron said suddenly enthusiastic, excited that people his own age would be around the house for once. "Then mum says you can have a shower before supper, you can borrow some of my clothes, she wants to wash yours."

For once Harry and Alice could be somewhat normal kids, as normal as being magical could be anyways.

Harry took all but one of his daggers and knives out of his trench coat and boots and gave them to Fred, he wouldn't need them anymore, he wasn't on the streets, he was in a house, a home.

"PUT THOSE SOMEWHERE!" He yelled back at Fred as he ran after his new friend, a rare smile gracing his features, making him seem more his age.

Alice gave hers to George, she was desperate to ask Ginny how she got her hair so soft looking and shinny, her greasy hair was making her feel disgusting.

"What do I do with these?" George asked.

"Kill a chicken! I don't care!" Alice yelled as she followed Ginny up to her room, running a distracted hand through her hair, grimacing at how gross it felt.

For the first time she had a friend who could teach her about how to be a girl and not how to survive on a meal a week.

Her brother had done so much for her, almost getting himself killed to protect her. But while he was easily the best brother ever, she never got to do anything child like with him. She'd never stole his toys, or put gum in his hair. She'd never cried because he'd taken her doll or laughed at him when she got her way and he didn't.

And she never would. But now she could do her hair and have fake fashion shows and play with dolls (if Ginny let her of course).

She could be a kid for the first time in her life.

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Harry woke up in the now familiar bed with a smile on his face.

It was his and Alice's eleventh birthday. For the first time since he was a year old, he was having a (albeit small) birthday party. He might even get some presents.

For the first time in years, Harry was looking forward to his birthday.

Harry and Alice had been fretting that they weren't magical and that Molly and Arthur were going to return them to the streets ever since the excitement of not living on  . Despite their constant assurances that their names were already on the list for Hogwarts, neither had been able to shake the sliver of doubt that had buried itself in their minds.

When they'd received their letters no more than a week ago, both of their faces had lite up in happiness, they were going to learn magic. They were going to walk in the same places as their parents.