Years 1-3
September 13, 2009
Harry's first flying lesson with the Hufflepuffs went smoothly. He soared through the air with ease, feeling a sense of freedom and exhilaration he had never experienced before. The lesson ended without any incidents, and Harry couldn't wait for the next one.
Later that evening, as Harry was relaxing in the Ravenclaw common room, Padma Patil approached him. "Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?" she asked, her expression serious.
"Sure, Padma," Harry replied, curious about what she wanted to discuss.
Padma led him over to a corner of the common room where Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, was sitting. "Roger, I think you should consider Harry for the Seeker or Chaser position next year," Padma said confidently.
Roger crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Cho Chang is already lined up for that position. Why should I give it to a first-year pipsqueak?" he asked skeptically.
Padma didn't back down. "Harry caught a ball that fell from Madam Hooch's hand before it even dropped a dozen feet. He's got incredible reflexes," she argued.
Terry Boot, who had been listening nearby, chimed in. "She's right, Roger. I saw it too. Harry's got talent."
Roger looked at Harry thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. "Alright, Potter. Tomorrow afternoon, you're going to the Quidditch pitch. I want to see if you're the prodigy they say you are," he said before walking away.
The next night the entire Ravenclaw Common Room was treated to the sight of Roger Davies holding Harry Potter over his head as he yelled to everyone to behold the next Ravenclaw Chaser.
October 14, 2009
Toni and Bruce stood in the nursery, gazing at the three sleeping newborns in their cribs. Peter, Harley, and Tim were all peacefully dozing, their tiny chests rising and falling with each breath. Toni looked exhausted but content as she leaned against Bruce.
"We are holding off on sex for a while, at least until the five we have right now don't need constant supervision," Toni said with a tired smile.
Bruce chuckled. "Alright, but who knows, maybe the next one will be a girl," he whispered in her ear.
Toni laughed softly. "That does sound nice," she admitted, thinking about the possibility. Four pregnancies had brought them six boys, and the idea of having a little girl one day was appealing. But she knew they needed to focus on their current brood first. "But not until these ones are at least in elementary school," she added.
Bruce nodded, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Agreed. For now, let's just enjoy the chaos we have," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Toni leaned into him, feeling a sense of peace despite the exhaustion. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she whispered, looking at their sleeping sons.
December 25, 2009
Harry stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, his breath catching as he saw the reflection. There, smiling and waving at him, were his parents, Lily and James Potter. They looked just as he had always imagined them—kind, loving, and proud.
In the background, Harry noticed two silhouettes, slightly blurred but unmistakably present. Surrounding them were several tiny silhouettes, some in their arms and others standing close by. The scene was filled with warmth and happiness, a vision of a large, loving family.
Harry's heart ached with longing as he reached out towards the mirror, wishing he could step into the reflection and be with them. He knew the mirror showed the deepest desires of his heart, and this vision of family was what he yearned for most.
April 3, 2009
Harry approached Professor Flitwick's desk, his heart pounding with nerves. He cleared his throat to get the tiny professor's attention. "Professor Flitwick, can I ask you a hypothetical question?" he began, trying to sound casual.
Flitwick looked up from his papers, raising an eyebrow. "Of course, Mr. Potter. What is it?"
"Well, hypothetically speaking, how would one go about sneaking a small creature out of a crowded area?" Harry asked, his voice a bit shaky.
Flitwick paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the question. "Hypothetically, you say?" he repeated, then sighed deeply. "Does Hagrid have another creature, Harry?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks turning pink. "Um, yes, sir. It's a dragon," he admitted sheepishly.
Flitwick groaned, rubbing his temples. "A dragon, of course. Why am I not surprised?" he muttered to himself.
Later that night Harry watched as Hagrid, tears streaming down his face, said a heartfelt goodbye to his baby dragon. Charlie Weasley's friends stood nearby, ready to take the dragon to safety. Hagrid's sobs echoed through the clearing, his large frame shaking with sobs.
Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall stood awkwardly beside him, gently patting his back in an attempt to comfort the grieving. Their expressions were a mix of sympathy and discomfort as they looked at each other..
"It's for the best, Hagrid," McGonagall said softly "The dragon will be safe at the Dragon Reserve.” Hagrid nodded, though his sobs didn't lessen. "I know, Professor. I just... I just love 'im so much," he managed to say between sobs.
Flitwick gave Hagrid's arm a reassuring squeeze. "He'll be well taken care of, Hagrid. You did the right thing."
May 27, 2010
Harry slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the bright light of the infirmary. As his vision cleared, he saw the familiar figure of Professor Dumbledore sitting beside his bed, a reassuring smile on his face.
"Ah, Harry, you're awake," Dumbledore said. "How are you feeling?"
Harry tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness made him lie back down. "A bit sore," he admitted. "What happened? Did I stop Quirrell?"
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Yes, Harry, you did. You stopped Quirrell from getting the Philosopher's Stone. Thanks to your bravery, the Stone is safe, and Voldemort has been thwarted once again."
Harry let out a sigh of relief, falling back against his pillow. "And my friends? Are they okay?"
"Your friends are safe," Dumbledore assured him. "Ron and Hermione are both recovering well. They were very brave, just like you."
"I'm glad they're okay," Harry said softly.
Dumbledore leaned forward, his expression serious "Harry, what you did was incredibly courageous. You showed great strength and determination. But remember, you don't have to face these challenges alone. You have friends and allies who care about you."
Harry nodded, taking in Dumbledore's words. "Thank you, Professor. I couldn't have done it without them."
Dumbledore smiled. "Rest now, Harry. You've earned it. And know that you are never alone in this fight."
A couple of days later, Harry was cheering alongside the rest of Ravenclaw House as Dumbledore announced they had won the House Cup, beating Slytherin’s streak.
September 1, 2010
Ron and Harry stood by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, watching as ministry officials examined the barrier to platform 9 3/4. The officials were muttering to each other, clearly puzzled by the situation.
"I don't understand why the barrier has sealed itself shut," one of the ministry officials said, scratching his head in confusion.
Ron’s stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the tense silence. "We should have just used the car. We could be eating at Hogwarts right now," he groaned, his stomach growling.
Harry rolled his eyes "Ron, you know that would have been a terrible idea. We got in enough trouble last time."
Mrs. Weasley shot Ron a stern look. "Absolutely not. You two are not flying that car again," she said firmly.
Mr. Weasley nodded in agreement. "Let’s get you boys to the school, I’m sure the train will be arriving when we get there."
September 4, 2010
Harry sat in the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class, his curiosity piqued as the teacher, Professor Whitaker, pulled out several wooden weapons and laid them on the desk. The assortment included swords, maces, and even a few daggers.
"Today, we'll be learning about alternative means of defense," Professor Whitaker began. "In case you ever find yourselves without your wands, it's crucial to know how to defend yourselves with other weapons. A sword or mace can be a good alternative."
Draco Malfoy sneered from his seat. "Why do we need to use Muggle weapons? We're wizards, not barbarians," he scoffed.
Without missing a beat, Professor Whitaker picked up a wooden sword and gave Draco a light bonk on the head. "If this were a real weapon, Mr. Malfoy, you'd be dead before you realized it," he said sternly. "The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj use these weapons all the time. They understand the importance of being versatile in combat."
Draco rubbed his head, looking both embarrassed and annoyed, while the rest of the class stifled their laughter. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at seeing Draco put in his place.
Professor Whitaker continued, "Now, pair up and practice with these wooden weapons. Remember, the goal is to learn how to defend yourselves effectively, no matter the circumstances."
Harry partnered with Terry Boot, and they began practicing with the wooden swords.
November 1, 2010
Harry regretted his earlier enthusiasm for the new school year. It had started off with such promise, but things had quickly taken a turn for the worse. First, Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, had been found petrified, and now half the school was giving him suspicious looks because of his ability to speak Parseltongue.
To make matters worse, his fellow Ravenclaws who owned snakes had started bringing their pets to him, hoping he could explain their behavior. Most of the time, like the snake Harry was currently talking to, they were just annoyed by the noise their housemates made.
"Can you tell me why my snake is acting so restless?" a first-year Ravenclaw asked, holding out a small, green serpent.
Harry sighed and leaned in to listen to the snake. "What's bothering you?" he asked in Parseltongue.
The snake hissed in response, "Too much noise. Can't sleep."
Harry relayed the message to the first-year. "Your snake is just annoyed by the noise. Maybe try keeping it in a quieter place."
The first-year nodded, looking relieved. "Thanks, Harry."
As the student walked away, Harry couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. He had never asked for this kind of attention, and the constant suspicion from his peers was starting to wear on him. He missed the days when he could just be a normal student, without the added pressure of being a Parselmouth.
With a heavy sigh, Harry resolved to keep his head down and focus on his studies, Hermione had apparently taken his #1 rank in class as a challenge.
February 15, 2011
Harry walked into Professor Flitwick's office, clutching the diary of Tom Riddle tightly in his hands. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Professor Flitwick, I need to show you something."
Flitwick looked up from his desk, his expression curious. "What is it, Mr. Potter?"
Harry placed the diary on the desk and explained, "I found this diary after someone tried to flush it down the toilet. I wrote in it, and it wrote back. The diary greeted me as Tom."
Flitwick's eyes widened in horror as he saw the writing appear on the page, greeting Harry back. "Stay here, Mr. Potter," he said urgently. "I must get the Headmaster at once."
Harry waited anxiously in Professor Flitwick's office, the diary of Tom Riddle still lying on the desk. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and Professor Dumbledore entered, followed closely by Professor Flitwick.
"Harry, Professor Flitwick has informed me of your discovery," Dumbledore said, his voice calm but serious. He approached the desk and picked up the diary, examining it closely. "This is indeed a troubling find."
Harry nodded, feeling a bit more at ease with Dumbledore there. "I wrote in it, and it wrote back. It greeted me as Tom," he explained.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly as he read the writing in the diary. "This diary is no ordinary book. It is a very dangerous artifact," he said gravely.
"Dangerous? How?"
Dumbledore sighed, placing the diary back on the desk. "It has the potential to cause great harm. I will take it and ensure it is destroyed. Harry, you have done a great service by bringing this to our attention.
"What will happen now, Professor?"
"We will take immediate steps to ensure the diary is destroyed," Dumbledore assured him. "In the meantime, I want you to be vigilant and cautious. If you notice anything unusual or suspicious, report it to a teacher immediately."
Harry nodded. "I will, Professor."
With that, Dumbledore and Flitwick left the office, taking the diary with them.
May 15, 2011
At the end of the school year, Dumbledore pulled Harry aside, his expression serious yet apologetic. "Harry, I need to speak with you about something important," he began.
Harry nodded. "What is it, Professor?"
"We believe we have found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets," Dumbledore explained. "However, only a Parseltongue can open it."
"And I'm the only Parseltongue in the school," Harry said, his mind racing as they headed down the stairs. The attacks had stopped after Harry had given the diary to Dumbledore and Flitwick, but the thought of the Chamber still sent chills down his spine.
As they stepped into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Harry's eyes widened. At least three dozen grown adults were waiting for them, including several professors and ministry officials.
Dumbledore led Harry to a sink with a snake-shaped handle. "Harry, I need you to focus on this handle and tell it to open," he instructed gently.
Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on him. He leaned closer to the handle and whispered in Parseltongue, "Open."
The snake handle responded immediately, twisting and revealing a hidden passage.
“Well who’s first?” Whitaker asked
Harry led the group through the dark, winding passage until they emerged into a massive chamber. The room was dominated by a gigantic statue of a face. Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he took in the sight.
"This must be Salazar Slytherin," Dumbledore said, his voice echoing through the chamber.
At those words, the mouth of the statue began to descend, revealing a hidden passage. Dumbledore's eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly shoved Harry back. "Fawkes, get Harry out of here!" he ordered.
Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, swooped down and landed on Harry's shoulder. The last thing Harry saw before being whisked away was a massive figure emerging from the mouth of the statue, its eyes glowing with a menacing light.
May 27, 2011
At the closing feast, the Great Hall was filled with a somber atmosphere. The usual vibrant decorations were replaced with black drapes, casting a shadow over the celebration. As the students settled into their seats, Dumbledore stood up, his expression grave.
"Before we begin our feast, I have some important news to share," Dumbledore began, his voice carrying across the hall. "The monster that has terrorized our school has been found and killed. However, this victory did not come without a great cost."
The hall fell silent, every eye on Dumbledore as he continued. "It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that Professor Whitaker and several others lost their lives in the battle to defeat the monster. Their bravery and sacrifice have ensured the safety of Hogwarts, and for that, we owe them our deepest gratitude."
Dumbledore paused, "In honor of Professor Whitaker and those who gave their lives, we will take a moment of silence to remember their courage and dedication."
As the hall fell into a respectful silence, Harry felt a lump form in his throat.
After a few moments, Dumbledore spoke again, his voice filled with emotion. "Let us remember their legacy and strive to honor their memory in all that we do. They will never be forgotten."
With that, the feast began, but the mood remained subdued. The students and staff ate quietly, reflecting on the events of the past year and the lives that had been lost.
July 14, 2011
Harry was tidying up the living room, trying to keep himself busy, when the news broadcast caught his attention. The anchor's voice was urgent and serious.
"We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news. Authorities are urging everyone to be on the lookout for Captain America and several other members of the Avengers and Justice League. They are considered armed and very dangerous and are wanted for the assassination of Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD."
Harry froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Captain America and other heroes, wanted for assassination? It didn't make any sense.
Nearby, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were also listening to the broadcast. Vernon's face turned red with anger. "Those freaks are always causing trouble," he muttered, glaring at the television.
A day later, Harry and the others watched on the news as the Justice League and several others took down several helicarriers, one crashing into the Potomac River.
Across the world, Toni sat on the ground, nursing her side as she watched the last Helicarrier being taken down by Thor and Superman. The battle against Hydra had been intense, and she was exhausted, wondering how this day could get any more draining.
As if to taunt her, a glowing green ring appeared before her, hovering in the air. Toni's eyes widened in surprise as the ring began to speak.
"Antonia Maria Wayne, you have the ability to overcome great fear. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps."
Toni stared at the ring in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, shaking her head.
The ring continued to hover inches from her face. Toni sighed, realizing that this was no joke. She reached out and took the ring, feeling a surge of energy course through her body.
"Great," she said sarcastically, slipping the ring onto her finger. "Just what I needed—another responsibility."
"Bruce is going to have a field day with this," she thought, imagining his reaction. And who knows, she had seen the capabilities that Hal and the other Green Lanterns wielded, it might make the sex more spicier.
Bruce stood in the middle of the group, surveying the gathered members of the Justice League, Avengers, and the newly formed X-Men.
Suddenly, a bright green light illuminated the sky above them. Bruce looked up, along with everyone else, to see the source of the light. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw his wife floating above them, a Green Lantern Ring glowing on her finger.
The gathered heroes eyes were fixed on Toni as she descended to the ground. Hal couldn't resist a smirk as he turned to Bruce.
"Looks like Gotham has a Green Lantern defending it now," Hal smirked. "Despite Spooky's protests the last few years."
Bruce shot Hal a look..
Toni landed softly, still encased in a green glow. She looked around at the assembled heroes "Looks like I've got a new job," she said with a smile.
April 15, 2012
Harry moved past the bound and gagged Pettigrew and knelt beside the unconscious Snape. Sirius Black started to protest, but Harry raised a hand to stop him. "We need him awake," Harry said firmly.
Taking a deep breath, Harry pointed his wand at Snape and muttered the revival spell.
Snape's eyes fluttered open, and he quickly sat up, his face contorting with fury as he took in the scene. "POTTER!"
Before Snape could launch into a tirade, his eyes fell on Pettigrew, bound and gagged on the floor. The color drained from Snape's face, and his expression shifted from rage to shock and disbelief.
"Pettigrew," Snape whispered. "How...?"
Sirius stepped forward "He's the one who betrayed Lily and James. He's been hiding all these years, pretending to be a rat."
Snape's gaze flicked between Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Pettigrew, his mind racing to catch up. The fury in his eyes was replaced by a cold, calculating look. "So, it was him all along," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Harry watched as Snape's expression hardened, a look of anger settling on his features.
"We need to take him to Dumbledore," Harry said, breaking the silence. "He'll know what to do."
Snape nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving Pettigrew. "Agreed. Let's move quickly."
The group marched Pettigrew through the halls of Hogwarts, Snape using his wand to levitate the bound and gagged traitor. Every so often, Pettigrew would slam into a wall, bounce off the stairs, or hit the floor with a thud. Each time, Snape would smirk and say, "Accident," though the cold look in his eyes told a different story.
Harry, Sirius, Ron and Hermione followed closely.
When they finally arrived, Dumbledore was waiting for them. The group quickly explained the circumstances, detailing how they had discovered Pettigrew's true identity and captured him.
Dumbledore listened intently, his face growing more severe with each passing moment. By the time they finished, his expression was one of silent fury. "This is a grave matter," he said, his voice low and controlled. "I will call Minister Fudge and an Auror hit squad immediately."
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore conjured heavy chains that wrapped around Pettigrew, binding him securely to a chair. Pettigrew's eyes were wide with fear, but he remained silent, knowing that any attempt to speak would be futile.
It didn’t take long for Minister Fudge and a group of Aurors to arrive, the group gathered around Pettigrew, who was still bound to the chair. Fudge held a vial of Veritaserum.
"Administer the Veritaserum," Fudge ordered, handing the vial to one of the Aurors.
The Auror carefully administered three drops of the serum into Pettigrew's mouth. Pettigrew's eyes glazed over as the potion took effect, and his body relaxed slightly in the chair.
Fudge stepped forward, his expression stern. "Peter Pettigrew, you are under the influence of Veritaserum. You will answer our questions truthfully. Did you betray James and Lily Potter to Voldemort?"
Pettigrew's voice was monotone as he responded, "Yes, I betrayed them. I told Voldemort where they were hiding."
A murmur of shock and anger rippled through the room. Fudge continued, "Did you frame Sirius Black for your crimes?"
"Yes," Pettigrew admitted. "I framed Sirius. I faked my own death and left evidence to make it look like he had killed me."
"And where have you been hiding all these years?" Fudge asked, his voice tight with anger.
"I've been hiding as the Weasley's pet rat, Scabbers," Pettigrew replied.
Fudge's face turned red with fury. "Take him to a holding cell," he ordered the Aurors. "He will face trial for his crimes."
Days later Sirius was officially pardoned for his crimes. The Wizengamot had reviewed the evidence, and with Pettigrew's confession under Veritaserum, there was no doubt about Sirius's innocence.
Pettigrew, on the other hand was given the Dementor's Kiss, a fate that left him a soulless shell.
As part of his compensation for the wrongful imprisonment, Sirius received a substantial payment from the Ministry of Magic.
What truly brought Harry joy, however, was the moment Sirius approached him with a hopeful smile. "Harry, I know this has been a difficult time for you, but I want you to know that you don't have to go back to the Dursleys. If you want, you can come live with me."
Harry's eyes widened. "Really? You mean it?"
Sirius nodded, "Of course, Harry. You're my godson, and I want to give you the home you deserve. We'll be a family."
Harry felt tears welling up in his eyes. "I'd love that, Sirius. Thank you."