Moving out the boxes
Cleaning out the cluuter of Godrics Hollow was hard work, especially after the war. Harry knew he had better things to do, although he wasn't exactly sure what those things were.
"Harry!" Ron's voice bellowed from the living room, slicing through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. Although the yelling was quickly followed by a soft "sorry!" presumably after a scolding from hermione.
They had both insisted they come to help, Harry knew why, of course. He had good friends, they didnt want him to start crying over his parents things.
He finally relented and walked downstairs, a box of old knick-knacks in his arms, he set them down on the floor before walking to his friends, a curious expression on his face.
He noticed Ron was sitting on the floor, which properly annoyed him because they were supposed to be here to get rid of clutter, not snooping, "what are you doing now?" he asked, shooting an expectant and slightly worried glance at Hermione.
"we found a bunch of old video tapes!" Ron exclaimed, the excitement radiating off him, "they're all dated, all the way back to 1970!"
That peaked harry's interest, tapes of his parents, maybe? He hoped.
"well.. if Harry wants we can put them on the tv and find out.." suggested hermione's voice, although she tried to remain respectful, harry knew the curiousty was eating his friend alive.
"alright, alright.." Harry relented, gesturing to the ancient looking tv, "start with the oldest.."
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"Now, you have everything you need?" Euphiema's voice was soft and doting in all the right motherly ways, it was clesr she was the one holding the camera, only because Montie's rough brown hands were still fixing his sons hair, james having a particular childish frown on his face.
"yes mum, im sure." he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest with a certain sort of petulance befor his father fianally realeased him. he pushed his glasses up on his button nose and smiled brightly, grabbing his trunk off the cart. "I have to go now mum! The train will leave without me!"
James laughed, and his mother handed him the camera, which he quickly scampered off with to hop on the train, finding an empty cabin- well, not entirely empty. Peter was there, who seemed to have an innate facination with his camera. But peter and him had been friends for so long already, it was expected.
"Hogwarts is gonna be easy!" James laughed through a mouthful of choclate frog, smiling to his peter with a bright, boyish grin. There was a knock on the cabin door, a nervous looking black haired boy, a soft smile on his features as James gestured him in.
"Hi.. im uh, Sirius Black- could i sit here?" the kid- Sirius, fidgeted nervously with his hands. "everywhere else is full.."
"course you can!" came james' immediate reply, much to the horror of his introvert friend. "I'm James potter, and this is Peter Pettigrew!" he patted the space beside him.
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"so what house are you guys hoping to get?" Sirius asked as they left the train, lugging the old looking suitcase behind him. he seemed much less nervous after the train ride and some choclate frogs, even joking with the other boys.
"Gryffindor!" both james and peter replied at once, sending eachother a laugh and a nudge.
"my dad was a gryffindor, i already know ill get in! i'm so fearless and awesome!" James smriked and put his hands on his hips.
"and humble.." peter muttered under his breath, a gentle smild=e on his slightly chubbier features.
Sirius laughed in return, following his fnew friends to the boats, stifling a laugh. "well, my parents want me in slythrerin, but i wouldn't mind being a Gryffindor with you guys!"