Harmione|| Always And Azkaban

Chapter 1

~13 years ago~

"Today," began the tall, slender priest. "We are here not only to mourn but celebrate the lives of James and Lily Potter. While physically, they are gone, they remain in our hearts and minds every day." The man spoke vibrantly about the couple in front of the crowd of people before him. And as he talked, the young boy at the front of it all; from the crowd to the newspapers, Harry Potter, nicknamed 'the boy who lived', stood straight as his father had taught him, while tears streamed down his cheeks like a raging river.

At his side, Harry stood trembling while his godfather, Sirius Black, kept a hand on the boy's shoulder. The three-year-old later walked up to place a rose on the corps of each of his parents. He looked up briefly and could've sworn he saw a man in the distance dressed from head to toe in black. Young Harry ignored the man. He was probably here for the funeral as well or another stupid photographer. His eyes returned to his parents and while staring at their cold, pale bodies, Harry saw the stitches on his mother's neck from the fatal stab wound he saw her take that eventful night. He could still recall it as if it had just happened.

Ever since the murder, reporters had gathered at the gates of his preschool, forcing Sirius to take him out and homeschool him. London had nicknamed him 'the boy who lived' after he survived Tom Riddle, best known as Voldermort, on the night he had managed to kill his parents, three maids, two gardeners and Bathilda Bagshot with the help of his servants. Hidden by his mother during all the fright, Harry listened as a tall man, skin as white as a ghost, used a telescopic truncheon to beat the crap out of his mothers. To this day, her screams haunted him like a horrid ghost.

After the funeral, Sirius and Remus along with the help of their personal security took Harry home where he sobbed and frowned for days. Months and weeks had passed since then and with the help of his father's best friends, he found the ability to smile once more. But he would never smile as brightly as he did when his parents were around...or so he thought.

~Now~

Harry awoke from his sad dream, cheeks stained with the same tears as he pillow. He washed his face and collected himself taking in the deep breaths based on the exercises and relaxation methods he had picked up on in therapy as a child. With his body and mind at ease, Harry Potter got dressed for the day and sped down the staircase of Potter Manor to the dining room where his family awaited him.

"Morning, Sirius!" Harry chirped seeing his cheerful godfather. "Morning, my boy." he returned the greeting. Harry shared a warm greeting with each person he saw preparing themselves for breakfast. He sat in between baby Teddy, Remus and his wife Tonks' son, and Sirius then patiently awaited the maids to bring out their food.

Harry couldn't help but realize the anxious stares he received from the adults around him. "Is...something wrong?" Harry asked them. Some of them shared looks and glances of excitement before Remus answered him. "Harry," he began, "after your birthday some weeks ago, we've decided that it's time you return to interactive school. Hogwarts to be exact." Harry gasped, and for a moment they didn't know whether he was thrilled or saddened.

For the last ten years, Harry had been home-schooled by brilliant tutors during the years. When the incident occurred, it became difficult for teachers and students alike to comprehend Harry's PTSD, so he was taught by a variety of teachers throughout the years. Over time, he greatly improved mentally and physically. When he wasn't focused on his studies, Harry played football quite often with friends and family. The extra exercises also contributed greatly to his body. Tall, handsome and charming like his father and blessed with his mother's gorgeous, green eyes, Harry had grown beautifully into a lean, strong body. He attracted many girls and young women whenever he was in public whether it was for events or just hanging with his best friend and favourite redhead, Ron Weasley.