Say Goodbye Little Deer
Uncle Moony and Pads and even uncle Wormtail were there when he got home.
He hadn't seen much of uncle Peter lately, but he still doted on Harry and his siblings so he wasn't too worried.
Whenever his parents had to get out of the house for whatever reason, they always dropped them all by uncle Wormtail's house.
He was good at babysitting and was more than happy to indulge in all of their company, so Harry was quite fond of him.
He was already really excited but he couldn't have been happier when auntie Marlene and Dorcas dropped by.
Sophie and Matthew were even more ecstatic at the ladies' arrival.
They both admired each of them very keenly, Sophie because she thought auntie Marlene was really cool and rather pretty.
Matthew because aunt Dorcas once secretly snuck about a dozen chocolate frogs to him (clearly, she didn't have a favourite Potter).
"I got you a little goodbye present, kid. I'll give it to you later. Don't tell your siblings, they'll think I'm showing favouritism." Uncle Sirius winked at him.
"They already think that." Harry joked, although it was a little true.
Every Potter sibling had a different godparent, Debbie had Remus, Sophie had Mary (who was in America at the moment), Matthew had Dorcas, Jamie had Peter, and Harry had uncle Padfoot and auntie Marlene.
There was no news who the new baby would have as a godparent but he'd heard mum and dad discuss about some people called Alice and Frank they had over a few times, he didn't know them that well.
It was quite obvious that they all showed a little bit of favour to their godchildren, but either way, they all loved all the siblings to bits, so he deemed it forgivable.
And judging from the look auntie Marlene was giving him, she had a little something for him too. So maybe it wasn't that bad being a favourite.
The bag of Bertie Bott's all-flavoured-beans was completed within minutes after they left and Harry and his siblings spent hours playing with the little snitch he received.
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Harry tossed and turned in his room. He was a little fidgety, to say the least. He had to go catch the train to Hogwarts tomorrow, after all.
It wasn't just that after he left for Hogwarts his room would be all for Matthew on the bunk bed below him (he really didn't want all those drawings he made pinned on his bunk. Were they good? Yes. Did Harry not want them in his space? Yes).
He carefully crawled out of bed so as to not wake his little brother. They'd only been sharing the room since they found out mum was expecting again.
He tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen to sneak something to eat only to find his mum standing there.
Her crimson red hair was tied in a bun, with a streak of grey going through. She was showing her pregnancy belly by now and had her hand on her stomach as she turned around.
"Oh Ja-Harry. What are you doing up so late? You have a big day tomorrow, you know." She questioned with a loving glance.
"I...I couldn't sleep." He replied, a little embarrassed.
"Scared of tomorrow?" Her eyes softened. He nodded.
He never really stayed away from his family much.
Him and his siblings stayed with his aunt Petunia and her family once but she was so disagreeable that they cut that stay from two weeks to about three days.
Since then, staying away from home had only been with uncle Pads and Moony, but they were considered as family too. The only other times he'd stayed away from home were on trips with the entire family.
"We'll all be only a letter away if you need anything." She tried.
"I know. But what if I don't like it there? What if I get bullied?" He queried.
"Just tell them your dad is famous." Mum quipped jokingly.
"Very helpful, mum. That'll solve every problem I'll ever have." Harry replied, not exactly cheered up.
It's true that his dad was famous, he'd been a quidditch player for a while until Jamie was born.
Mum had been improving her own career and ‘rising up in the leagues’ according to the adults talking in the living room. So he retired from his team and was a house husband taking care of all of them now.
Most quidditch players didn't play past the age of thirty, quidditch injuries would be a pain to deal with when you have kids to take care of too, and most players were booted off by then because they're not young enough to play as enthusiastically.
Mummy was a journalist for this newspaper company she founded called 'The Times of Magic'.
Auntie Mary was a part of it too. She said it was a funny name but she was quite happy working there, and there were a bunch of other workers there that adored her.
She wrote very nice and sometimes even humorous articles on funny things. The newspaper became popular, soon competing with 'The Daily Prophet'.
"Do you want some honey milk, darling?" She inquired about him. He nodded again and she immediately took out a glass.
Whenever any of the Potter siblings had a nightmare or couldn't sleep, mum or dad would give them a glass of milk with a little bit of honey in it.
It was a sweet gesture that would always help them feel better and ease them back to sleep, much to the parents' relief.
Mum gave him the glass and he sat on the table and began sipping it. She took a seat next to him and put her arm around him.
He glanced at her and saw that she had tears in her eyes.
"Are you ok mummy?" He asked her in worry.
Mum never cried, dad was usually the emotional one. Harry knew damn well dad would be sobbing on the train platform the next day.
She shook her head, "I'm fine dear. I'm just more emotional with the baby and all."
Harry frowned but he let it slide. He drained his glass of milk and felt warm and tired.
"I'll go to sleep now mum. Thank you for the milk." He got up from the table and Lily pulled him into a hug.
He hugged her back tightly as she gently messed up his hair even more. Harry was quite skinny for his age but he always made up for it with his height.
He was almost as tall as mum, a fact he'd bragged about more than once.
"My boy, you're all grown up now." She said through her tears.
He pulled loose after a long time and she bent down and kissed his forehead.
"You're going to have a great time there, Harry. And if anyone bullies you, mummy will make fun of them for you." She patted his cheek as she guided him back to his bedroom.
Harry pretended not to cringe at her words as he went back. He slept comfortably with the knowledge that if he didn't have a good time at Hogwarts, at least his mum would be there to help him through.