A Family Once More

ONE ~ Awake from the grave

3rd person POV

It was 31st October 1995, six o'clock in the evening. The night was cold and windy. The sky was starting to turn grey and rain was soon falling. It started off as a drizzle, but as the minutes ticked by, it began to pour. Lightning and thunder could be seen and heard as well.

James Potter awoke in his grave, tyring to suck in as much oxygen into his lings as possible. To him, it felt like his organs had forgotten how to function. But after a while, he could breath fine again. However, his worries were not over. After finally regaining his breath, memories came crashing back to him.

Flashback
Lily had left to wash the dishes while James was trying to feed baby Harry.

The attempt was no use as Harry was being quite stubborn. Harry was continuously asking  James to make the colourful smoke come out of his wand. But James denied because he knew Lily would be upset if Harry had not finished his dinner by the time she was done with the dishes.

Since she was cleaning them the mugger way, without magic, she would take a little longer than she would if she just used magic. James could and still does not understand why she does not just use magic. To him, it is much more efficient and a lot less work. But Lily just replies saying that she does not always want to rely on magic and that cleaning the dishes the muggle way can be fun. Of course James does not see the fun in cleaning, but left her to it instead.

"Please Harry", pleaded James, "You have to finish your dinner first then I will make the magic smoke. Please. I promise I will do it after you be a good boy and finish your dinner."

"No!" Harry replied. He had recently learnt this new word and would say it to ever question asked.

"Harry, please eat. You will get to play with the smoke after you finish. Mummy won't be happy if you haven't finished." James tried again.

"No mummy be angry."

"Exactly, finish your food so you won't see a angry mummy."

"No!" Harry giggled. "No! No! No!"

James sighed. What could he do to make his precious one year old corporate and eat.

Suddenly, an idea clicked in his head.

A story.

Of course! Why didn't he think of it earlier.

Lily had always read bed time stories to Harry to make him fall asleep. If James wanted Harry to listen, maybe a story would do just that.

What story could he tell though?

In the end, James decided on a maurder story. Its perfect!

"Harry, do you want daddy to tell you a story?"

"No!" Harry smiled

James was sure Harry did not understand the meaning of the world no. If he did, why would he deny a story but his expression says a totally different thing?

"Okay, I will tell you a story about my time at hogwarts. It was daddy's fifth year and we were having our final quidditch match of the year. You like quidditch don't you Harry?"