A/N: Thank you to everyone for all of your reviews and subscriptions, follows and stars, kudos and comments. Every response I get inspires me to continually write to the best of my abilities. I would also like to announce that I have recently acquired another beta for the Call of the Houses trilogy! So I would like to welcome Charlotte of The Beta Service as one of my primary beta readers. So far we have gone through all of my previously released chapters (across all houses) and have cleaned them up plot and grammar-wise. So again, a BIG thank you to Charlotte, and I hope you enjoy chapter 3!
Also I made a change to the previous chapter concerning his sister’s age. In order to make her more relevant to the story I changed Harry from being nine years old when she was born, to being 5 years old. This way she will be older when Harry starts going to Hogwarts and actually have an effect on the story rather than just being a little girl that doesn’t go to Hogwarts until Harry has already graduated.
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Chapter 3: Shopping Trips and Train Rides
Harry was woken up by the sound of the muggle alarm clock his mother had gotten for his birthday just under a year ago, complaining that he had never woken up on time. Today though, it had worked against his mother’s wishes. Harry had set the night before to wake him up at the crack of dawn, knowing full well it would annoy his family, but today was the day he ‘unofficially’ received his Hogwarts letter. After putting his glasses on Harry ran into his parent’s room still in his pajamas and jumped up onto their bed, right by his mother’s red hair.
“Mom, Dad, wake up! Today I get my letter, c’mon c’mon wake up!”
His father rolled over groggily and grabbed his watch and glasses off of the end table. After the having the world slide into his view James looked down at his watch, “Merlin… is that the time? Well, I do suppose that I have a lot to do today, but we will talk about your behavior later mister.”
James lightly shook his wife awake, just in case the noise they had been making hadn’t woken her up already.
“James… don’t use Merlin’s name like that. Harry… you better have a good excuse for waking us up this early.”
Being able to tell that his wife was close to snapping at everyone in the room, James picked Harry up and threw him over his shoulder. The younger Potter male was not happy about being carried out of his mother’s room and into the kitchen, and he made sure that his father knew it. Once in the kitchen James set Harry down on a chair. Kneeling down next to him to make sure he was on Harry’s eye level, his father spoke in a very hushed whisper.
“Ok Harry, I understand that you’re excited, but your mother is very, very tired, so you have to keep it down while she sleeps ok? Hopefully you haven’t woken up your sister yet.”
As if on cue, five year old Iris Violet Potter walked into the kitchen. Her usually straight black hair was a jumbled mess, showing that she had just woken up. Rubbing her eyes she walked over to her dad’s shoulder and spoke at a voice just above a whisper.
“Daddy, what’s happening?”
“Harry just woke daddy up so he can get ready for his day, we are very sorry if we woke you. Would you like some breakfast?”
She turned her head to glare at Harry with all of the hate a five year old could muster, and without removing her eyes from the boy answered her father’s question, “Yes please.”
“Lacey!” James called out to the thin are with confidence. Out of nowhere there was a loud “crack!” noise, and a small creature wearing a pressed white pillowcase appeared in the kitchen.
