Harrypotter's Magic

Chapter One: Happiness

Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter.

Lilypotter sat at the edge of a rock, staring at the sky. Her mate, Jamespotter, was hunting, well her son, who she had recently named Harrykit, was playing near a stream on a few tail-lengths away. "Harrykit!" She called, worry in her eyes. Her son had almost fallen in, and no cat like the water.

Harrykit glanced at his mother, but walked a few mouse-lengths farther. Before he could step back, the rocks he stood on began to crumble, a mine-avalanche about to begin. "NO!" Lilypotter roared furiously. "HARRYKIT!..."

"Mummy! Mummy save me!" Yowled Harrykit, his tail waving in fear.

"No..." Lilypotter cried, her voice echoing through the rocks and into the cave, which lay many, many fox-lengths away. She uttered a curse under her breath, and her son rose up in the air and began to zoom back.

"So... cold..." Harrykit murmured, his teeth chattering. Though Lilypotter's magic had brought him away from the stream, it had not stopped him from falling in, though for just a second. Suddenly, the thing the whole Potter family was afraid of came. Footsteps. Lilypotter froze. Her red pelt was as unmoving as one of the rocks that lay by the stream.

"It's only me!" Said Jamespotter, and the father of Harrykit emerged through the thorn tunnel, shaking off thorns from his pelt. A great amout of joy rose up in Harrykit. His father was back! He would bring a nice warm vole to warm him up, and they could talk and play-fight. This was the moment of every day that he waited for.

"James?" Lilypotter asked. "You scared me!"

"Hello, Lily. I'm sorry for scaring you," Jamespotter said. "But I had no time to be quiet. Sirius was almost caught today," He added, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"Really! That's horrible!" Lilypotter whispered back, so Harrykit couldn't hear. The only thing he did hear was the word 'Sirius.'

"Is my godfather here?" Said Harrykit.

James and Lily Potter frowned, and Harrykit instantly knew the answer. His father was the first to speak. "I'm sorry, Harrykit, but your godfather is very busy this moon. But he will come over soon," He assured his son, shoving him a vole.

"Okay!" Harrykit replied brightly. Though the secrecy his parents had annoyed him slightly, whenever they talked that way about Sirius they made sure he saw him soon, to take away all of his worries. To show his parents he was no longer interested, the kit took a large bite of his warm, juicy vole. The warmth from his food stopped any bit of hunger in him, and Harrykit was soon so drowsy there was almost no way for him to eavesdrop.

"Peter should vist," Lilypotter said, looking at her mate. "Harrykit always seems so lonely. When the danger stops, we must join a Clan, quickly."

"I agree," Jamespotter said reassuringly. "But Harrykit has us, Sirius, and love. He will be fine."

"I want him to be strong!" Said the she cat sadly. "He will need it, with all of this danger. I know he is the bravest, most dangerous cat you could meet, but does he feel that way?"

"I believe that, even with all the bravery on the outside, he still has more on the inside. And remember," The tom said, his eyes gleaming with happiness and just the smallest amout of fear. "He is still young. He has time to change. After all, our son is only one moon old. Any cat that young is strong. The fear he has will be forgotten, and, though memories will fade, our love for him will not."

"Oh, but I still wish we could tell him more," Lilypotter moaned, a crystal tear dripping out of her pretty green eye.

"We will, when he is ready. For now he is not."

"And... and Sirius..." Lilypotter whispered. Jamespotter stred at his mate, looking angry.

"What about Sirius?"

"Oh... nothing..." Lily replied, instantly regretting what she had said.

"WHAT ABOUT SIRIUS?" James demanded.

"I though... I thought I saw the Dark Mark on his paw."

James didn't hesitate to reply. "You were wrong," He insisted.

"What if I wasn't?" Lilypotter retorted. "I mean, we have to be careful..."

"Not with Sirius." Jamespotter insisted. "He is my friend."

"Maybe we should start being more cautious. For Harrykit," Liltpotter retorted.

Jamespotter ignored her, and turned to his son instead. "How's Harrykit?" He asked. "He looks very cold!" His voice was louder now, so Harry could hear him, and he walked closer, ready to join in on the discussion.

"He fell in the steam," Lilypotter replied, motioning with her long red tail to Harrykit's wet pelt.

"That's horrible," Jamespotter exclaimed. "Oh, I wish he could do magic..."

"Don't say that!" Scolded Lilypotter. "Harrykit can still be great. Someday, he will join a Clan, and become Harrystyles, a great singer, and one day, Clan leader."

"I...want..." Jamespotter whispered, but his voice stopped.

"You want what, Daddy?" Harrykit asked, instantly curious. The sleepiness that was once making it hard for him to keep his eyes opened vanished even more quickly.

"Harrykit, I want to get you a wand."

"A... wand?" Harrykit asked slowly. "But Mummy said I had no magic..."

"We don't know that..." Jamespotter replied. Lilypotter opened her mouth to object, but no words came out. A wand..." Harrykit thought. Maybe I can have magic... Maybe I can be Harrypotter someday... "So we shall go to Olivanders tommorow..." Jamespotter said, and Harrykit knew his parents had been discussing his wand well he was lost in thought.

"Yes!" Harrykit said, his voice quivering with excitement. Lilypotter laughed, and, for that moment, everything seemed perfect.

As the sun rolled away and the full moon began to glow in light, Harrykit knew that he was a wizard. He knew that, one day, sooner or later, he would defeat Voldemort, the evil loner who lived to kill. It happened much sooner than he had expected.