Chapter 1
The last of the Harry Potter series ended when Harry’s life as an adult was going on and on. He married Ginny, having 3 children. This story starts at their home at night. Now, Let’s go on with the main story.
The burrow was silent. Harry, Ginny, Albus, James and Lily were staying at the Weasleys until they earned money by opening a robe shop at Diagon Alley. Harry earned a job at Leaky Cauldron, but changed to making Broom sticks. He made quite hard ones like a Nibus 2000 or a Firebolt 4000 (Broomsticks developed since Harry married Ginny). Harry woke up with a strange noise tickling his ears. Harry’s eyes lit open as he silently picked up his glasses. His hand reached for his wand on the drawer, but remembered that he left it down stairs on the table. “Oh, just when I need it!” Harry muttered. Ginny, sleeping beside Harry, woke up too. “Harry.. is something bothering you?” Harry stared at her but shook his head. “No. Nothing. Just go back to sleep. I.. I had a weird dream.” Ginny only shrugged and again, drifted off to sleep. Harry sighed. If he was going to have a battle or something, it was better if nobody knew until he thought he was going to need help.
Harry jotted down stairs. He silently picked up his wand on the table and walked into the kitchen. The sound was coming from there. When Harry stepped in, he accidentally stepped on one of Fred and George’s fake wands and it made a faint, “Squeeee~” sound. The dark creature turned to face Harry, as he (he sounded like a man) yelled, “Brachiabindo!” Harry ducked just in time and a statue of Mr. Weasley, behind him, got rapped by a thick, brown rope. Harry pointed the wand at the creature’s direction. “Expeliarmus!” The creature jumped to the side and barely saved himself, but his wand flew and Harry caught it just in time, and yelled, “Lumos!” A ray of shining light pointed toward the creature, stumbling in the ground. Brown hair, thick mustache, slight grin… “your magic skills are impressive now, Harry.” “Sirius!” it was Sirius. The wizard that Harry thought that he would never see in real life again.
Harry helped Sirius up, and hugged his god- father. “Ginny!” Harry shouted excitedly. “Every one! Look who’s here at the middle of the night!” There were scuffling and stumbling sounds as the Weasleys got down, but Ginny was the first to go down. When her eyes met with Harry’s she only smiled. But when she met eyes with Sirius’s, she gasped. She ran around the living room and yelled things like, “Oh, my! Mom! Dad! Fred and George! RON! PERCY! Come ON!” The Weasley’s stomped down the stairs and Harry could see in the dark that Fred (he is alive in this story) slide down the handle of the stairs. “Sirius! You’re back! Yay!!” Fred and George shouted at the same time.
“Oh, Sirius, glad you’re back safely.” Mr. Weasley’s voice was warm, but Mrs. Weasley was warm. Too warm, maybe. She kissed Sirius on both cheeks and as she endlessly let out worries and reliefs, and Sirius was stunned. “Sirius! You’re back! We were so worried about you and every one else… wait.. did anyone hear that noise?” There was a flash of blue light and a portkey appeared, with a figure holding onto it. “Is this.. the burrow..?” The raspy voice strangely seemed familiar. Harry went out without noticing it was so cold. He jumped right back in and Fred and George, sharing Mr. Weasley’s coat, ran out of the house boldly. They helped the figure on the ground and helped him (He also sounded like a man. An old man) to his legs. When Ginny flicked on the light, all of the others gasped in shock. It was Percy, who barely opened his mouth and whispered, “Dumbledore!”
All the Weasley family hugged Dumbledore and jumped up and down except Ginny and Percy. They looked at each other, and smiled. “Oh, the old man’s back is not safe with you guys pushing and pulling!” At once, the Weasley family let go of Professor Dumbledore, and Harry got a chance to have a conversation with him. “Um, Professor, I was only wondering, when I got hit by the curse at the Dark forest at the fight at Hogwarts, how come you met me in my.. uh, head, maybe?” Dumbledore chuckled. “Do you know what Harry? Where we met in your dreams were not anywhere for people who died, but for people who lost control of your self and need some help” Dumbledore winked, and Harry grinned. Then, he felt a hand gently on his shoulder. The light flickered off, and Harry noticed it was Ron and his deluminator. “Ron, may I have that back? I like it bright to see this lovely house.” “Sure thing!” Ron handed over the deluminator and Dumbledore put on the lights again.
Harry and Ron hugged each other and closed their eyes, thinking of their first day of Hogwarts. Hagrid’s voice ringing in his head, “First years this way!” And the fat lady asking the dormitory password, and owls fluttering with letters from others around the world. The people were so happy. But now, they could not compare the happiness with the present time. With Sirius and Dumbledore back, the Witches and Wizard were ready for anything.
