Family | HP x FT

Chapter 2: P. C1 - Callisto Lilian Heartfilia

Harry showed a startled look on his face. That was his name. Was this about the day his mother found him?

"Who's that Harry?" Hermione asked him.

"You'll see," A smile danced on his lips as he remembered his mother.

There was a girl by the age of nine walking around in her gardens when she felt a distortion in space.

There's a new wizard that appeared near her.

The adults looked at one another. That was an even higher level of magic sensory.

Lucius's eyebrows narrowed at that. Distortion in space?

"How could she feel that?" A first year Ravenclaw asked.

"She was born with what they call "Magic Sensitivity"," Harry answered, "I'll explain more later. Just write down what you wanted to know,"

The others nodded, and some just masked their faces into boredom.

She followed the magic signature that she felt. Her mid-back length hair swayed in the winds as she did so. Chocolate brown eyes surveying the surroundings, as if she was waiting to be attacked.

Moody nodded in approval, a good instinct this lady has.

"She's nine, why is she so cautious?" Someone in Slytherin asked.

"She might be a child of a high class family," Narcissa answered, "There are circumstances that children of those kind of family are taught like that because they tend to be attacked at such a young age,"

Harry wanted to add in. It's more like the attackers need to flee in safety.

A portrait appeared. A child with golden mid-back length hair, warm chocolate brown eyes. Wearing a baby blue paneled skirt, a white shirt with lantern sleeves and black wedge boots. She looks sophisticated despite her young age.

Some are in awe of how a mere child was more elegant than the current purebloods.

She was walking.. And walking.. And walking until she reached the jaded flower bush.

"Jaded flower bush?" Ron asked.

"An exotic kind of flower whose petals are made out of real jade," Harry answers automatically.

"Wicked!"

"It's actually one of the alternative ingredients to make the Elixir of Life,"

"HUH?!" They looked at him in shock.

Harry raised an eyebrow at them, "What? Did you really think I don't know how to make one? I just don't know how to make it into a stone,"

"And why do you..?" Even Severus was curious on how the Potter spawn came to know.

Gesturing at the disappearing portrait, "She said it was necessary,"

She parted it gently, and there she saw a baby in a bundle. The baby has a tuft of jet black hair, light skin, its bright green eyes staring back at her. His most noticeable feature was the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Blimey! Harry it's you!?" Seamus and others look at him in shock, their former attitude on him forgotten.

"Harry, is she the one that raised you?" Remus asked him, "The one you said was a child herself when she found you?"

"Yeah.." Harry breathed out at the thought of his mother, "She is,"

"And who you might be?" She amusingly spoke, her eyes went white for a bit, she went and carried the unknown baby,"I better bring you inside. I do hope Mom and Papa let me raise you,"