The Generation Before Them

The Way I Loved You

17th July 1930, Flourish and Blotts, Diagon Alley, London.

Fleamont Potter browsed the bookshelves happily, looking for his schoolbooks for Hogwarts.

Fleamont looked longingly at the Potions section, his hazel green eyes wide with happiness.

Fleamont looked at his list. He had to get his Potions book next... It wouldn't hurt to have a look, would it...?

Nah.

Fleamont walked over to the Potions, looking hungrily at the books.

He would be so, so happy if he could read one of them.

Flashback

"Ah, Flea, looking at the Potions section again?" Jameson Potter asked his grandson, eight year old Fleamont Henry Potter.

"I like Potions, Grandda." Fleamont said seriously, trying to reach a huge Potions book.

"See something you like?" Jameson said, smirking. Fleamont had yet to hit his growth spurt.

"The Complete Works And Potions of The Centuries." Fleamont said, his hazel green eyes wide with hunger.

Jameson got it off the shelf. "I'll get it for you." He said, smiling as the eight year old beamed with happiness.

"On one condition." Jameson said.

"Yes?" Fleamont asked eagerly.

"You work hard in Potions at Hogwarts." Jameson said.

Fleamont nodded eagerly, clutching the huge book to his tiny chest.

End Flashback

Fleamont Potter was no longer that eight year old boy, he was eleven years old.

He got his potion book and was about to go pay for his school books and meet his parents at the Potions ingredient shop (hurray!) when someone crashed into him.

"Shit, I'm sorry."

17th July 1930, Flourish and Blotts, Diagon Alley, London.

Orion Black had made a friend.

He had crashed into a boy his age, Fleamont Potter- Orion's heart sank at the surname Potter- obviously, Fleamont didn't know of the person who- who-

"And then, blimey, I did a backflip while on my broomstick. Nearly gave my mother a heart attack. I wish I did." Orion said wishfully.

"Why would you want to give your mother a heart attack?" Fleamont asked.

"She's a bitch." Orion said flatly. "So is my sister. Women are mean. I don't want to get married. Do you?"

"My mother's not a bitch." Fleamont said. "And I don't have a sister."

"Only child?" Orion said.

Fleamont paused. For this question, he didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, I am." Fleamont answered, and started talking about the match between Turkey and Scotland next week.

17th July 1930, Flourish and Blotts, Diagon Alley, London.

Timothy Pettigrew walked into the bookshop and walked over to the Charms section. He didn't know how his father knew about this crazy world, but, oh well.

Timothy dumped his Charms book into his basket and quickly got the rest of his books. He knew something was up with his father, but he didn't know what.

17th July 1930, Gringotts, Diagon Alley.

Lyall Lupin waited outside Gringotts, kicking pebbles across the floor.

Lyall noticed a middle aged couple staring at him. The man's hazel green eyes were wide with what Lyall guessed was shock.

Lyall waved awkwardly. Did the couple know his parents? His mother was dead, but his father wasn't going to die anytime soon.

"You coming, Lyall?" Conor said.

"Yeah." Lyall said. "Yeah, coming Dad."