𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧

It wasn't easy being at the new Potter mansion at first for Harry.

Lily and James argued for two whole days, mostly petty remarks from James.
Neither of them could believe, or wanted to believe, that Petunia could have done that to a child. A child that was her one blood.

Harry hated the arguing, almost as much as he hated getting lost every 5 seconds.
On countless occasions he had walked through doors which lead into a cupboard instead of the bathroom and out of the back door into the garden in the middle of the night whilst trying to get a glass of water.
Navigating around Hogwarts was easier.

"We're going to Mollys for dinner." Lily smiled over breakfast.

"Please tell me you and dad aren't going to argue." Harry sighed, dropping his spoon.

"No, we're not." James smiled. "We will sort it out once Dumbledore has returned. Then, I'll pay a visit to the Dursley's."

"James." Lily warned.

"They can't get away with it!" James argued, Harry sinking into his chair.

"And they won't, but you going over there all guns blazing won't do any good! It's a muggle street for god sake!" Lily said angrily, clearing her plate into the sink.

"Cant we just have a normal Christmas Eve?" Harry begged. "It's bad enough Cassie won't be there, and it's my first real Christmas with you both. Please."

Lily and James were silent for a moment, letting what their son had said sink in.

"Of course Harry. Anything you want." Lily smiled.

"We both won't mention another word about, the situation, until Dumbledores back. We promise." James agreed. "Now, hurry up and finish your breakfast. We have Quidditch to play."

Harry wolfed his cereal, barely taking a second to chew.
He rushed upstairs, colliding into walls and doors before making it to his own room. It was bare, for now, he had plans of his own to add posters and pictures later.
Quickly, he threw on warmer clothes and grabbed his broom before heading to the garden.

"Not right after he's eaten James!" Lily shouted as the boys ran out, both ignoring what she had just said.

♔♕♔

It must have been weeks since Wormtail threw her into the cellar, many people had died down there since then, and many new people arrived.
Cassie had no real conception of time. She didn't know when night was, or when day began, but she guessed it must have been somewhat close to Christmas as the little muggle boy who had just been captured wouldn't stop singing Christmas Carols as he cried.

"What's your name?" Cassie asked, as the boy sang Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer for the tenth time.

"Michael." he sobbed.

"Michael? That's a cool name. Mines Cassie." she smiled.

Her was sending her insane. One person could only tolerate the fact Rudolph had a red fucking nose for so long.

"Cassie," Micheal said through his tears. "you look bad."

"Oh thanks." Cassie scoffed. "Cry quietly please."