Book 1: Nepenthe
Book 2: Halcyon
Book 3 : Selcouth
Magic has always played an intricate role in the life of Harry Potter. He is the Boy Who Lived, a title hovering his head since the time he was one year old, marked by a lightning bolt scar. He lear...
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Since the arrival of Harry's Hogwarts Acceptance Letter, everyone had been in quite the celebratory mood, even though it was to be expected that he would attend the school when he became of age. But to James and Renata, it was a rather bittersweet moment for the couple as their eldest was preparing to head off to school. He would be gone for months at a time, something they had hardly thought of until the letter arrived. And it was hard for them to come to terms that little Harry really was growing up.
Even with his eleventh birthday coming up, some days, Renata still saw the toddler version of Harry that she came to meet years ago. The one that had stolen her heart and taught her everything she knew about being a mother. Despite everything that had happened in his earliest moments of life, Harry had been such a kind and loving little boy, something he still carried with him as he grew older. And Renata loved looking back on memories, such as Harry helping them cook the first few times in the kitchen or when he absolutely refused to wear his glasses.
But her favourite was probably when he first called her "Mummy." At the time, the word seemed so taboo, simply because Renata hadn't even come to terms with her own feelings. She had been terrified of James' reaction, however, looking back on it currently, it brought a smile to her lips.
And when it came to James, he had always looked forward to the moment where Harry would set off the school, placing all his money on the idea of Harry being sorted into Gryffindor. However, now that the time had come, he simply couldn't believe it. Time moved faster than he expected. He remembered his parents saying such things when he was younger and he always thought that they were being a little on the dramatic side, but as a parent himself, he finally understood it.
One day, he had been holding his first son, only minutes old, terrified in every way that somehow he was going to end up dropping the newborn and seemingly the next, Harry was jetting off to school.
As he looked in Renata's direction, he figured she was thinking something along the same lines. They exchanged silent smiles so that they didn't interrupt Harry reading his list of supplies out loud at the table.
Harry didn't seem overly enthusiastic when it came to the idea of wearing a uniform, but when he got to the second list of items, his eyes lit up in excitement.
"One wand," he said, " does that mean we can finally go to Ollivander's and get it? That's where Huxley went to get his!"
"Of course," James answered, "I think the Potter family has always been loyal to the Ollivander name. And besides, it's pretty much the only reputable wand shop around here. Although I think you can still find some Gregorovitch's around."
Harry didn't really care about any wand business rivalry, all he knew was that he wanted to get his wand from the same place as one of his friends. And he also wanted to get it sooner rather than later because Huxley told him that it had been a lot of fun getting to try out some wands before finding his.
