Disclaimer: See Prologue.
Author’s Note: So here is the second chapter. I am having a lot of fun writing this story and so you readers are going to be reaping in the benefits of my labor! Remember review, review, review!!! I just came to the realization that I am a feedback junkie… feed the habit people, please!!!
“I want to leave.” Harry spoke suddenly after he placed his daughter in her highchair and sat down for breakfast one morning.
The kitchen of Grimmauld Place had for the months since the end of the war felt less and less like a place to sit and rest with his family. The summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts he had been introduced to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and though it was dark, dirty and filled with creepy things, it had felt like a place for him and his family to find a bit of peace. The Burrow since the moment he’d been brought to it was a home away from Hogwarts, but Grimmauld Place had been his sanctuary.
The Order for the entire length of the war had called this place headquarters and on any given day dozens of members and their families flocked in and out throughout the day. Over the years that number had gotten smaller and smaller as more life was taken in the fight to free them all from the clutches of Voldemort. At the very end most days the house sat quiet and empty, not a sound except for the odd groan or creek from the ancient house.
“Leave Grimmauld Place, Harry?” Hermione asked with a frown as she dished up Harry and Lilu a plate of food.
“No… England, the Wizarding World…” Harry replied with a shake of his head. “I don’t want to live like this anymore… I don’t want Lilu to grow up like this.”
The months since the war had been both happy and sad for many. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were gone and people were able to leave their homes without fear again. However, prejudice against muggles, muggleborns and magical creatures still abounded. Harry, as the Savior of the Wizarding World, was hounded by reporters and the public in general, all wanting to take a little of Harry’s time. New articles come out in the paper each day, talking about Harry and what he was doing, who he was seeing, his plans… Lilu, as his daughter, garnered a fair bit of attention as well and Harry had begun to fear taking his daughter outside the house because people wanted to touch her, talk to her… Harry no longer felt the wizarding world was a safe place to raise his daughter.
Sirius from the other side of the long aged table set his fork on his plate and spoke. “Where were you thinking of?”
They all had been aware from the very beginning of Harry’s displeasure with the fame his role in the fight against Voldemort given him and that displeasure had only increased once the war was over.
“America. It’s far enough away that most don’t even know my name, their laws on using magic and magical creatures are much more relaxed, it’d be a new opportunity for us to start over and be able to get on with our lives without people flocking to us or old memories…” Harry replied his words drifting off at the end.
They had all lost friends and family in the war, but for Ron and Hermione… they’d lost nearly everyone they loved.
In fifth year during Christmas break, Death Eaters had decided to start killing families of muggleborn Hogwarts students. The a week before Christmas Hermione had watched helplessly as her parents were tortured and killed in front of her as she was held in place by a laughing Death Eater. The Order had come to fight, but they had been too late to save her parents. That night a fire had roared to life in Hermione and she had taken the task of winning the war as her personal cause.
For Ron, it had not only devastated him, but Harry as well… though Harry’s pain and loss could never be as great as his best friend’s. During the summer before sixth year The Burrow had been attacked after someone had told Voldemort’s people about a birthday party being planned for Harry. However, that morning Lilu had come down with a cold and the party was postponed, but the person who tipped the Death Eaters never passed that bit of information along… That day Ron’s entire family had been in their home completely unaware as Bellatrix Lestrange sent a Fiendfyre spell at The Burrow destroying it before they ever had a chance. Ron had only survived because he and Hermione at the time had been at Grimmauld Place trying to help Harry care for their four month old niece.
When word had come from Dumbledore that The Burrow had been destroyed and all of the Weasleys were believed to be dead, Ron had collapsed on the ground and hadn’t spoke a word for three days. When he finally spoke again he had taken up the cause of helping Harry win the war as fiercely as Hermione had.
“America, Mate? …what do you think ‘Mione?” Ron asked, his mouth full with food as usual.
Hermione had a thoughtful look on her face. “I think it might be a great idea. We all need a change and America is just as good as any other place… maybe better for Remus and Sirius.”
Harry looked back at his godfathers with a questioning look on his face. Sirius had a blinding smile on his face as if something had just dawned on him. Beside him Remus was chuckling as he leaned his head onto Sirius’ shoulder and looked up at his mate. “We could get married…”
“…and have a baby…” Sirius whispered as he looked down at the man who had held his heart from the moment he’d set eyes on him in first year.
“…a baby…” Remus said with a grin as he nuzzled his face into his mate’s neck and sighed.
“Okay… so they’re in…” Harry said with a laugh and then turned to his two best friends. “Mione, Ron, what do you say?”
The couple turned and looked at each other and did that strange non-verbal conversation thing they had perfected during the war. Harry waited slightly impatiently as they decided, turning to his daughter as she banged her palms against the highchair’s tray in annoyance at not being fed her breakfast yet.
“Dada…” Lilu squealed loudly as she smiled up at her daddy as he turned, her two baby teeth shining in the morning light. Harry laughed and mashed up some on his potatoes and fed them to her. Lilu ate the food all the while she continued to bang her hands down lightly on the tray and making “Numm numm…” noises as she chewed.
Harry smiled down at his daughter who looked so much like Cedric. She had hazel eyes and wavy chestnut colored hair, her lips were bubble gum pink and long and thin, her face sharp and angular… Every day Harry missed his lover, but whenever he felt the loss all he had to do was look at their daughter and know a little piece of him was still with Harry.
“Looks like we’re all moving to America Harry…” Hermione said finally.
Turning to his friends, Harry said. “You sure… It’s pretty far away?”
“Yeah mate… nothing here for us anymore, ‘sides we’re not splitting up the family!” Ron said firmly.
“Okay… so where in America should we move?” Hermione asked.
Over the next few days and after a lot of talking and a fair bit of throwing darts at a map of America and still not agreeing, Harry finally covered his eyes with his hand and pointed to a random spot on the map. Uncovering his eyes, Harry saw his finger was right over a small town by the name of Forks in the state of Washington. He couldn’t explain it, but as soon as he read the name it just felt… right.
“Forks… they actually have a town called Forks?” Ron said with a laugh as he read the map. With a shrug he said, “Its fine with me…”
Hermione looked at the map and then stepped back. “It’s not too far from Seattle, which has a fairly big magical community so if we need to get books, potions, or anything like that we won’t have to go too far.”
“It’s surrounded by a big forest so Moony and I can go running on the full moon.” Sirius nodded.
Harry turned to Remus. “Up to you… is it okay?”
The werewolf looked around at his family and then smiled. “I think it’ll be perfect.”
Once the decision had been made they began making plans for their family to move. It was a somewhat slow process as they had to find a new home in Forks. However, fairly soon they realized that no home in the town was going to be what they needed, so Sirius contacted a local construction company to have a house built for them. With everyone’s input, the plans for the house was created and sent by courier to the company to begin construction.
Three months, a lot of money and man hours later they left England behind. The group had arrived in Seattle via an international portkey and had found the SUV Harry had purchased for himself waiting as promised by the dealer. From there they had driven from Seattle to Forks all talking about what they expected to find in their new hometown.
It was very similar to England weather wise. The small town was filled with people going about their Friday mornings as usual. As the passed through the main part of the town and into the outskirts, Harry turned onto the long driveway leading up to their new home. As the driveway opened up and the house came into view he gasped. “Sirius… this is a lot bigger than I imagined…”
Laughing, Sirius leaned forward from the back seat and looked through the windshield at the large home ahead of them. “I know, but I figured if we are going to make a home here we might as well do it in comfort.”
The house was huge. It was a large white square two story house with a porch and second story terrace that followed along on three sides of the house. A five car garage was attached to the house on one side housing the other four cars for all the adults. The surrounding forest was about a hundred yards away on all sides, giving a large open space for a front and backyard, perfect for Lilu to play.
Getting out of the SUV, they gathered their belongings and went inside. Sirius, once the house had been built, hired a decorator to do the house for them so that it was furnished when they arrived. It had a comfortable eclectic feel to it with bright colors and open spaces. The very center of the house had no roof and was a beautiful colorful garden. Every room in the house had French doors that opened out into the garden and the inner part of the second floor had a terrace that looked down into the garden with spiraling stairs on either side of the house.
With Sirius’ direction, Harry walked up stairs with Lilu in his arms and found both his and his daughter’s rooms. Per Harry’s directions to the decorator, Lilu’s room was filled with scenes of woodland creatures and fairytales painting with bright engaging colors.
“Baby girl… this is your new room. Isn’t it pretty?” Harry murmured to Lilu as he showed her the murals on the walls and the stuffed animals, the toys and cute little table and chairs with a tea set all arranged on top of it. The room was just what his little girl needed, a little place just for her. In just a few months Lilu would be turning two years old and up until coming to Forks, Harry had kept Lilu in his room with him. Now, as she got older she would have a room of her own.
Lilu lifted up her arm and laid it flat against the wall were a black dog was painted. “Pa’Food!”
“Why that is Padfoot isn’t that… and look here’s Moony too!” Harry laughed as he pointed right beside the large black grim were a sandy colored wolf stood, the two creatures we leaning against each other, their heads resting on the other’s.
“Moo’y!” Squealed Lilu as she clapped her hands.
Smiling Harry took them to look over his room. He was happy to see it was designed around being comfortable and relaxed. No ornate bed or knick knacks, no frilly curtains or anything like that. It was simple and clean, just the way he liked it.
“This is great Sirius, I love it!” Harry yelled as he tromped down the stairs.
“Good pup, this is gonna be our home from now on and I want us all to be happy.” Sirius said as he tickled Lilu under her chin, inciting a high pitched giggled to float out of her.
From up stairs, Harry could hear Hermione squealing and talking about her and Ron’s room, laughing he grabbed his luggage to take upstairs and start unpacking.
Over the next few days, they all got unpacked and situated in their new home. The golden trio got ready for their first day of school on Monday at the local high school. Ron and Harry had grudgingly agreed with Hermione that now that they were going to be living in the muggle world they would need a muggle education.
They were all three enrolled as seniors at the school after Sirius and Remus created muggle transcripts for them. Hermione was her usual nervous self, worried about the new curriculum and if they were prepared for it. Harry and Ron had to suffer through her reviewing past years of study with them to get them up to where they all needed to be.
Harry himself was nervous because of the simple fact that it had been nearly seven years since he had had to start a new school and this one was muggle at that. He had lived in the wizarding world for so long, not including the few weeks each summer he spent at the Dursleys, that he felt almost out of his element all over again. An American muggle high school was so far removed from the life he had been living that it was basically an entirely different world to him. He hoped that the move had been the right choice…
Author’s Note 2: So I am sure some of you are wondering where I got Lilu’s name from or why I chose it? Well, I’ve always loved that name since I was a little girl and when I was trying to decide what to name her I started thinking about naming her after Harry and Cedric’s mothers. Since Cedric’s mother was never given a first name I chose it myself. Lilu’s actual name is Lily Luciana Potter, but her nickname is Lilu (a combination of both her first and middle name.)Hope you like it… Also, there are photos on the story’s main page for Edward(Cedric), Harry and Lilu, i always liked when authors give me an idea of how they picture their characters looking like. Lilu’s photo is something i ran across a few days ago and it made me smile as it was exactly like i was imagining her. So go check them out!