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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 209862; Chapter Total: 6425
Chapter 39: The end of another school year
(from Rose’s P.O.V.)
The next morning, Rose watched as Harry and Ginny entered the Great Hall together. She noticed that everyone stopped eating the moment the young couple stepped up to the Doors.
For days after the attack of Wormtail, many people had come up to her and Harry’s other friends, asking where he and Ginny were. Even she and Ginny’s dorm mates, Melinda and Lisa, asked about them. Finally, she threatened to hex the next person who badgered her.
Rose sighed as she watched Harry and Ginny walk toward the Gryffindor table, ignoring the low murmuring of whispers and the eyes following them.
Her brother had never had it easy. For as long as she could remember, Harry had been hounded, stared at, pointed at, whispered about and printed about. Sometimes, she felt jealous of all the attention he got as the bloody Boy-who-Lived. But most of the time, she felt bad for her older brother, bad that people couldn’t leave him alone, give him the privacy she knew he craved. This was such a time.
She forced a smile as they sat beside her, “Hey, bro. Hi, Ginny. How are you guys this morning.”
“We’re okay, sis,” Harry said, in a low voice, “though it looks like we should have come down to breakfast earlier, when there were fewer people to stare at us.”
“Don’t mind them, Harry,” Ginny said, “Let’s just eat. I’m starving and we only have a half hour to class.”
Rose giggled, “Oh, you are definitely a Weasley, Ginny. Even being with my brother can’t distract you from your stomach.”
Ginny gave her a mock glare, “Don’t you start. I’m a growing girl.” She turned to Harry, who was probably speaking to her mentally. She suddenly blushed and hit him playfully in the arm.
Rose felt a little strange, watching their mental exchange. She wondered what Harry had said to her to make her blush like that. Then again, maybe she didn’t want to know, after all he was her brother and Ginny was her best friend.
She noticed that Hermione and the twins were watching them with amused expressions. As usual, Ron was too busy stuffing his face to notice.
Then, a voice beside her softly said, “You know, I don’t think I’ll get used to seeing them like that, even after knowing exactly what they’re doing.”
Rose looked to her right and locked her hazel eyes with the dark brown eyes of Neville Longbottom, who she found was seated next to her. She started to feel her cheeks heat up as she stared at him for a full three seconds. His face had lost most of the fat from the last two years, making him quite good looking.
Quickly turning away, she said, “Er, I don’t know if I could either, get used to them like that, I mean.” She could see the questioning look on Neville’s face out of the corner of her eye.
“Er, have you tried the scones?” she said, not looking at him, “they’re still warm.”
“Um, okay,” Neville said, still looking strangely at her, “I’ll try some.” He reached over and got one, buttering it.
Rose continued to eat, turning her attention to watching Harry and Ginny as they ate, one handed. Finally, the school bell rang, indicating it was time to head for the day’s first class.
Rose quickly wiped her mouth and stood up. She turned to Ginny, “Come on, Ginny. It’s time for class. You’ve got a week’s work to catch up on. You can see my brother later.” She leaned closer to her friend, “Anyway, you can still talk to each other wherever you are,” she whispered.
With a sigh, Ginny got up, gave Harry a peck on the cheek and moved to her side.
Rose looked back at Neville for a split second. Thankfully, he was talking with Seamus Finnegan. She then left the Great Hall with Ginny, headed for the Dungeons.
Later that night, Rose was lying down in her bed, thinking of the day that had gone by.
What was I thinking, staring at him like that? It’s like I was one of those fangirls who subscribe to Witch Weekly. Thank Merlin he doesn’t know I sent that Valentine card to him last year. It was terrible when that dwarf tackled him. How could I have done that?
She turned over and hit her pillow in frustration. I thought I was over him after that. But, lately, I’ve blushed every time I see him. What do I do? Thank Merlin we stopped those early morning workouts, so I only see him at meal times and in the Common Room. Maybe I should eat earlier.
She turned over again and fell back on her pillow with a sigh. Why did I have to develop a crush on Neville, bloody Longbottom. He probably just thinks of me as Harry’s little sister.
Once more, she turned on to her stomach and smirked into her pillow. At least, it’s not Ron. Eww, imagine what Ginny would think of that. On top of that, there are these visions. Why is it I see events of little importance? Why didn’t I see what happened to Ginny? Agghhh! I really need to talk to someone about it. But not Ginny, Harry will find out and I don’t want him to yet. She thought about who she could talk to. Of course, she thought, who else to talk to but Gryffindor’s own resident genius, Hermione Granger. I’ll talk to her. She’ll be able to keep it a secret. Together, we can figure this out. With that thought, Rose fell asleep.
March soon passed into April, with the two week Easter holidays starting in the last week of March. Harry insisted that he and his friends resume their early morning workouts and martial arts sparring. Rose was reluctant to continue, much to the surprise of Harry and Ginny but she eventually agreed to join them.
To celebrate the twins’ 16th birthday, the New Marauders charmed the Slytherin Common Room and dorms bright pink. Snape was furious but had no proof as to who the perpetrators were. It took him three days to undo the charm.
A few days after Easter, Hermione received wonderful news. Her mother had given birth to a boy. Her parents had named him Daniel Anthony Granger. Hermione was ecstatic. Her friends all offered their congratulations. Dumbledore allowed her to go home for the weekend to see her new brother.
The third Saturday of April was the Quidditch finals match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Slytherin was already out of the running due to Harry’s spectacular catch of the snitch in the match played on the Saturday before Valentine’s day.
Harry woke up that day to a lovely spring dawn peeking through the windows of Gryffindor Tower, perfect flying weather. He reached out with his mind and found Ginny still asleep. He smiled and got up to get ready.
As he bounded into the Gryffindor Common Room, he felt her finally stir.
“Good morning, Ginny,”
“Good morning, Harry. Are you ready for the game?”
Harry gave a nervous laugh in his mind, “I guess. Nice weather for flying, though.”
“Go on and have breakfast,” she told him, “You’ll need it. I’ll catch up with you in the Great Hall.”
“All right, Gin. I’ll see you in a bit.”
He went to the Great Hall and found the rest of the team already sitting down at their table. Oliver Wood turned around to see him
“Finally,” the seventh year said, “It’s good you showed up, Harry. You’ll need a lot of energy to keep up with the Ravenclaw seeker, Cho Chang. Even though she’s a fourth year, she’s as small as you.”
Harry said, “All right, all right.” He started putting some eggs and bacon on his plate. He forced himself to place it in his mouth and swallow, in spite of the churning in his stomach from the usual nervousness he felt before a game.
“Eat slowly, Harry.” Ginny’s voice sounded in his head, “you’ll be able to keep it in. You do need your strength.”
“I know, Ginny. I’m trying. I’ll be better after I’m up in the air. Are you coming down soon?”
“In a bit, Harry. I’m just waiting for Rose. However, from the looks of Wood, I think you’ll be going to the Pitch early for his usual pep talk.”
Harry groaned in his mind.
Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Oliver stood up from the table and turned to the rest of the team, “All right. Let’s get going to the Quidditch Pitch. We need to get ready.”
Fred turned to him, “Oi, Oliver! We still have more than an hour before the game. What’s the rush?” Of course, after three years with Wood, he knew his appeal was useless.
“Well,” Oliver answered, “We need all that time. Come on, everybody up.”
Grumbling, the Gryffindor team exited the Great Hall and walked across the grounds to the Pitch. They changed to their uniforms in the lockers. Then, Wood made them sit down and started to give them a speech on how this match was the most important of the year and it was also his last as he was finishing Hogwarts. He droned on and on, causing Harry to get drowsy.
Harry was awakened by Fred nudging him in the ribs, “Harry, it’s time, mate.”
As the teams moved onto the Quidditch field, Harry heard Lee Jordan’s voice call out each of the team members’ names. Madame Hooch signaled the start of the match, and they were off.
Harry immediately took a position a hundred feet above the Pitch, taking note of the action while searching for the pitch. A little ways below him, he saw the Ravenclaw seeker, Cho Chang, who seemed to be watching him.
So that’s Cho Chang, he thought idly as he gazed at the Asian girl. She’s pretty, but not as pretty as Ginny.
“My, my, Mr. Potter, you should get a reward for that last remark,” he heard Ginny say in his mind, “Just wait until after the game. Now, catch the snitch. It’ll be lunch soon.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Harry smirked. He started looking for the snitch even more intently, ignoring Cho, much to Ginny’s satisfaction.
Even then, the match dragged on. After two hours, Harry chanced a glance at the score. It was 130-50 in favor of Gryffindor.
Suddenly Ginny shouted in Harry’s mind, “Harry! Over to your right, about 50 feet above you!”
Harry looked quickly where she indicated and saw the snitch, floating in the middle of the Pitch. Unfortunately, Cho Chang saw it as well and she was already speeding for it.
Harry flattened himself against the shaft of his Nimbus and sped after her, urging it faster. He soon came up right beside the older girl. They were neck and neck as they chased the snitch which sped away from them towards the Gryffindor goal hoops.
As Harry and Cho neared the Gryffindor hoops, Harry could see Wood was shouting.
“Don’t let her get it, Potter!” he cried, “Forger being a gentleman!”
That last part horrified Harry. He surely couldn’t push a girl around.
“Do what Wood says, Harry!” Ginny shouted into his mind, causing him to flinch, “Get that snitch any way you can!”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered and starting elbowing Cho aside. He stretched as his Nimbus finally overtook Cho’s broom. Then, he felt the feathery touch of the fluttering golden ball and closed his fist around it.
“HARRY POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH!” Lee Jordan cried, “GRYFFINDOR WINS! GRYFFINDOR IS THE QUIDDITCH CHAMP!”
Harry flew down towards Wood. The rest of the team streaked towards them and they all met together by the Gryffindor goal hoops.
Pandemonium broke out as the rest of their house poured onto the Pitch. They started hoisting the team onto their shoulders. Harry scanned the crowd, searching for his girlfriend. He felt her presence nearby. Then he spotted her red hair as she ran up to the team. Harry immediately jumped down from their supporters.
Ginny then leaped at him, laughing both out loud and in their shared mental link. Then she kissed him, hard. Whistles and catcalls sounded out around them. Both of them blushed.
The party that followed took all day and lasted up to midnight, when McGonagall came up in a tartan dressing gown and demanded that everyone go to bed.
The following Sunday, Harry, Rose and their friends went to Potter Manor for the christening of the Potter twins. They went to a small church just outside of London for the ceremony. Frank Longbottom stood as Andrew’s godfather while Arthur Weasley stood as Daisy’s godfather. Molly stood as Andrew’s godmother.
Surprisingly, Sam Turgis turned up and stood as godmother to Daisy. Even more surprising was that she arrived at the church walking hand in hand with Sirius. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the goofy grin on his godfather’s face.
They all went to Potter Manor for a good lunch to celebrate the day’s event. Harry, Ginny, Rose and Hermione spent most of the time with the twins who were well behaved throughout the affair.
Another surprise of the day for Harry was seeing Ron and Ti talking during lunch. From the smile on Ron’s face and his wild gesturing, Harry thought they were discussing their mutual interest in the Chuddley Cannons. He noticed that Ti’s smile seemed a bit forced but decided it was just because he was still uncomfortable around Ron.
After that day, the days passed quickly in a flurry of classes and meals as the school year wound down toward the end of term exams which were set for the first week of June. The teachers all seemed to band together to keep them busy with tons of homework and class assignments.
Harry thanked all the known deities and Merlin for the Bond as he and Ginny seldom got time to spend with each other during those hectic weeks of revising and doing homework. It allowed them to talk with each other even when separated by several floors.
One thing he did notice was that Snape seemed a bit tired at times. He occasionally saw the potions professor rubbing his left arm again. Harry wondered about that but the pressure of studying drove it out of his mind.
On the first Sunday of June, the day before the start of exams, Harry and his friends came down to the Great Hall as usual for breakfast. As they sat down, they noticed a commotion at the Slytherin table.
Harry looked over and saw several people talking to Draco, who was actually beaming.
Wonder what’s up with the git. He seems too happy for it to be good.
“You’re right, Harry,” Ginny said in his mind, “He does seem very happy about something.”
Just then, a large owl, similar to Artemis, swooped down and dropped a package onto Draco’s lap. Draco’s smile grew wider when he had opened the package to show a set of dragon hide boots. He turned to look at someone at the Gryffindor table, a smirk on his face.
Harry turned to see who Draco was looking at. It was Ti who was seated a couple of places from him. The expression on Ti’s face was one of sadness and longing, which surprised Harry.
“Hey, Ti,” Harry said, “what’s wrong? What’s the matter?”
Ti turned to Harry for a moment before looking down at his plate, “N-nothing, Harry. It’s nothing.”
Harry got up and moved to sit down beside Ti, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
“I don’t think it’s nothing, Ti,” Harry said softly, “If it has something to do with your ex-brother, then it has to be something. Why is Draco so happy? He seems to be taunting you.”
Ti sighed, “Well, um, he’s happy ‘cause it’s his birthday.”
“Oh?” Harry said, “then that owl just delivered…”
“…his birthday present,” Ti said, sighing again, “That’s the Malfoy family eagle owl, Caesar.”
“If it’s his birthday,” Harry said, “why would he be taunting you? Wait, a minute, Ti. When is your birthday?”
“Er, um,” Ti said, “April 24th.” He looked down at the table again.
“What?!” Harry said, a bit loud. He felt Ginny’s surprise and dismay double his own. He realized that that had been the day of the twins’ christening.
Their other friends looked at them, wondering what was going on.
Ginny got up from where she had been sitting beside Harry’s previous place and moved to sit on Ti’s other side.
“Why didn’t you tell us, Ti?” Ginny said, softly, “We should have known.”
“That’s okay,” Ti said, forcing a smile, “It was the christening of Harry and Rose’s new brother and sister. I didn’t want to bother anyone. I just pretended the party was also for me.”
Harry squeezed Ti’s shoulder gently, “It’s not okay, Ti. You’re our friend. We would have celebrated your birthday at dinner.”
By now, the other New Marauders had come up to them.
“Hey, Harry, Ti,” Neville asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nev, I’m afraid we’ve been terrible friends to Ti,” Harry said, “it seems we forgot his birthday. It was April 24.”
“Oh, my,” Rose said, “Ti, why didn’t you say anything?”
Ti looked down at the table again, “I just didn’t want anyone to make a fuss.”
“Nonsense,” Hermione said, “A birthday should be celebrated with family and friends.”
“Exactly,” Harry said, “we need to make it up to you, Ti.” He turned to the others, his voice lowering, “Plus, it seems to be Draco’s birthday. I can’t think of a better belated present to Ti than to give Draco a special present.”
The others looked at each other, smirks breaking out on their faces.
“Ooh, I like that,” Fred said.
“Definitely,” George said, “what’s the plan, Harry?”
“Come on,” Harry said, beckoning to the doors. He turned to Rose, “Sis, please get the Map. We need a place for some private planning.”
He got up and headed for the doors exiting the Great Hall, his friends gathered around him, including Ti. They ignored the smirk on Draco’s face as they walked by.
That evening, as the students gathered for dinner, Harry and his friends were waiting for something to happen.
Dumbledore stood up and said, “Tuck in.”
As the students began eating, Draco suddenly got up and jumped onto the table. A puff of smoke covered him momentarily. When it cleared, he was a she, dressed in a low cut dress, with long blonde hair, makeup and breasts the size of melons.
He/she started singing “I am pretty, oh so pretty,” in a surprisingly good voice.
Laughter rang throughout the Hall, plus some catcalls from the older students.
Draco sang the whole song then jumped down from the table and ran toward the Head Table. Once there, he/she knelt in front of Snape, proclaiming his/her undying love and begged him to marry him/her.
Snape looked torn between horror, disgust and anger. Finally, he wiped out his wand and yelled, “Finite Incantum.”
Draco changed back to normal. He stared wide-eyed around him as laughter continued to sound around the Hall. After a few seconds, he bolted from the Great Hall.
Harry and his friends were laughing hard, especially Ti. Harry felt a slight pressure on his mind. He looked up at the teacher’s table and saw Snape staring malevolently at him. Harry shrugged his shoulders as the rest of the students settled down to eat again.
Later, the New Marauders trailed behind the rest of their House, discussing the prank in low voices.
“I really liked that part about him proposing marriage to Snape,” Ron said.
“Yeah, that was hilarious,” Rose said, grinning. She turned to Ti, “that was a good idea, Ti.”
Ti smiled, “Well, I thought it fitting as he’s Draco’s godfather. I certainly don’t want him married to Professor Lupin or Professor Dumbledore.” He shuddered.
They all laughed. By now, they were in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait.
“Hey,” Ti said, “where are Fred and George?”
“Oh, they’re around here somewhere,” Harry answered, vaguely, “Go on, Ti. Let’s get inside.”
“Okay,” Ti said, turning to the Fat Lady to give the password, “Lions are King.” She smiled as she swung her portrait open.
As soon as Ti stepped inside, a great cry of “Surprise!” sounded in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Ti stared wide-eyed as he beheld the brightly decorated room with a banner saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TI!” strung over the fireplace.
He turned to his friends, tears in his eyes, “You, you did this?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, “we figured it’s a great reason to have a party. We’re sorry we didn’t know earlier. Come on, everyone wants to greet you.”
Ti moved deeper into the room where the rest of the House crowded in to greet him, causing the young boy to grin.
A table in one corner was groaning with all sorts of food and several cases of butterbeer and jugs of pumpkin juice.
Harry steered Ti toward the fireplace where a pile of brightly colored packages lay on a small table. The rest of the New Marauders followed them.
“Wha-what’s this?” Ti asked as he stared at the pile.
“They’re your birthday presents,” Harry said, a smile on his face.
“But, but, how did you….” Ti stammered, tears of joy forming in his eyes.
“Ah, that my boy is a secret,” Fred said, grinning.
“…you don’t need to know,” George said, grinning like his twin.
“Come on, Ti,” Rose said, “open them.”
Ti opened the gifts slowly, carefully handling each revealed present like they were made out of glass.
Harry and Ginny gave him a wand holster for his wrist. Ron gave him a shirt with the Chudley Cannons logo on it and a wizard picture of a chaser on the back. Hermione gave him a book called “The Black family history”. Rose and Neville each gave him a bunch of Honeyduke’s chocolates and candy. The twins gave him a bunch of Zonko’s joke products. Some gifts apparently had been sent in from people outside Hogwarts. He got a cake from Mrs. Weasley and a set of dragonhide boots from Harry’s parents.
There was also a gift from Sirius. When Ti opened it, he gasped. Tears started to flow from his eyes.
“What is it, Ti?” Rose asked.
Ti showed her the gift. It was a wizarding picture of him and Sirius, one taken at Christmas.
Harry placed a hand on Ti’s shoulder, “Sirius wanted to come but there was some sort of emergency and they needed him. He said he wanted you to have a picture of the two of you to place by your bed.”
“Now this is the best gift I’ve ever had,” he said, “in fact, this is the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you.” He turned to look at all his friends, “Thank you all.”
“You’re welcome, Ti,” Harry said, smiling, “Like I said before, you’re family.”
Needless to say, the party lasted up to midnight. Not even McGonagall, who came by at 9pm to greet Ti, called a halt to the celebration.
The week of exams flew by quickly. Harry again thanked Merlin for the Bond since it allowed him to tune Hermione out by talking to Ginny whenever his bushyhaired friend ranted over her answers after each test. He was puzzled that Fred and George didn’t study as hard as their fellow 5th years, in spite of it being their O.W.L. exams. Percy had locked himself in his Head boy’s room in between his exams as it was his N.E.W.T.S year.
The New Marauders spent week after exams generally having fun together and playing pranks on the Slytherins, especially Draco. Try as he might, Snape couldn’t catch them or prove that Harry and his friends were responsible. Dumbledore simply smiled whenever the potions professor complained to him.
Strangely, Harry noticed that Rose and Hermione seemed to spend time in the Library even after exams. He wasn’t too surprised about Hermione, but wondered if his sister was taking after his friend.
When the final grades of the year were announced, Harry and his friends were all relieved that they had passed. Of course, Fred, George and Percy wouldn’t get their results until July.
The end of year feast was as great as ever. The students and teachers were almost finished eating when there was a bright flash from the ceiling.
Everyone looked up and someone screamed. Overlapping and partially covering the stars on the Great Hall’s ceiling were streams of differently colored lights. They undulated like ribbons across the magical sky. They formed patterns like animals, magical creatures and even faces of the Staff. Everyone laughed as they saw Snape’s face in blood red, Dumbledore’s in purple, McGonagall’s in blue and Hagrid’s in yellow. Then the ribbons of light disappeared.
For a moment, it looked like the show was over. Suddenly there were brightly colored explosions like fireworks, forming different patterns. For more than twenty minutes, this continued. The students oohed and aahed in the right places. Then there was one very bright flash of white light. When the light cleared, words spelled in letters of different colors formed on the ceiling.
This magnificent show was brought
to you by the
as a tribute to the past year.
Enjoy your summer.
Till next year.
The Hall broke out in cheers and thunderous applause. Harry and his friends looked at each other as they joined in the applause, bright smiles on their faces. Even Draco had seemed impressed.
Harry glanced at the Head Table. All the professors were smiling except, of course, for Snape, though he didn’t exactly scowl either. Remus was actually grinning. Harry then caught Dumbledore’s eye. The Headmaster smiled and raised his glass in silent praise.
Harry grinned and he and Ginny agreed mentally that it was a great way to end the year.
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