Chapter 3
“If you could hurry it up, anytime soon Harry”- I yelled from downstairs, I had scheduled a little tour around the town while I left the inn in charge of my second in command Jules and this kid here acted like I had all the time in the world.
“You're always in a rush”- Harry said as he finally came down the stairs.
“Huh, I must have misheard, I swear it sounded like my dear nephew was being a brat”- I shaked my head at him as I put some eggs along with waffles on the table.
“That would be impossible” Harry slightly chuckled at me- “I´m ready when you are”.
“Well at least eat first, I didn't do this just for nothing”.
And just like that Harry and I walked out of the house and I showed him Cokeworth's hottest spots first, which unfortunately aren't many in the first place. The town itself was not what tourists would look most for in England, but it has its charm.
“Well kiddo now that you have seen all of Cokeworth best, it's time to show you my favorite spot”.
“That was the best of Cokeworth? We've hardly seen anything,” -Harry said as he looked mildly confused, surely thinking I was playing with him.
“That is because I saved the best for last- I took a bite of the ice cream we just bought, while we were standing on a small bridge by the river watching the swans swimming.- “What do you say about doing a little visit to where your mother and I used to live.”
”R-really? Will that be fine?”
“Of course, I´ve been dying to show you” -I linked his arm with mine as we headed to the house I spent my entire childhood at.
When we arrived, we were a little bit tired as the house I grew up in was a little bit outside of the town, so we had to walk. I know we could have just driven there but I love taking long walks and always prefer to do so, besides Harry didn't seem to mind. Sadly, the house was occupied by a family at the moment so I couldn't really show him the inside, I thought to ask, but no one seemed to be home. We sat along the river, taking a break as I started telling him about my memories there.
“I don't really know about my sisters but I had a sweet time there, sure the town was kinda dull sometimes and there was a lot of fog but we had a big yard and so much space to run and play.”
I told him how many of my most precious memories there were when Lily and I used to take little trips to the hill at the back of the house where there was a huge tree and you could see a great view of the river. She always made me a crown of flowers to wear.
“She used to call me little princess” - I told Harry and immediately blushed, I can´t believe I just told him that.
“Well that's sweet I guess”- It seemed like he wanted to tease me more, but decided not in fear that it would stop my little memory lane.
I decided better let that be and continued telling him how the flowers she always gave me were impossible to get in town but somehow she always got them just in time for our little walk. That was the first indicator of something being quite odd about my sister. When I was a little bit older I asked about it and what she told me in confidentiality was my first taste of the magical world of wizards and witches.
“You should have seen your aunt Petunia´s face when someone knocked at our door told us about Lily being a witch” -I laughed at the memory, though of course I also envied the magic my sister had. I wasn´t as petty as Petunia who conveniently decided that being magical meant being a freak of nature.
“So, for the next 7 years I watched Lily come and go from Hogwarts”
“Really? What was Hogwarts like, I really don't know what to expect, did she give you any details about it or things I should do or not to do”- Harry suddenly blurted so fast I barely heard all he said.
“Sorry to disappoint dear, she was not supposed to share much about it to me and well that she didn't, no matter how much I begged - I smiled bitterly- “But she did told me somethings though”
“Like what?”-Harry asked
“Like about being a Gryffindor, about some friends of hers and later on about some annoying boy who didn't stop bugging her.”
Harry seemed lost in his mind like he was thinking about what I just said.
“Hmm but what is a Gryffindor?, wait and why is the annoying boy even important?” -He asked.
“About the Gryffindor thing, well why don´t you better learn that in that school of yours, surely they will explain it better- Harry looked like he wanted to refute but I interrupted him first -“And about that annoying boy, he is important Harry, and the reason for that is because he was well, he was your father.”