Dear Folks

I’m a big fan of J.K. Rowling’s wizarding world, be it Ilvermorny or Hogwarts. So is my dear friend Chahna Ahuja, who has her own blog, the link is given below.


It was her Birthday yesterday so I wrote her Harry Potter Fanfiction and I would like to share it with you. Hope you like it.

The noise came from behind him. An essence of agony had filled the air; Harry still thought something is not right. It is probably a dream – he said to himself, the room felt too dark for a summer morning.

He felt a slight jolt; soft hands touched his face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest and felt his heart. He could see a vision of Narcissa Malfoy bent over him, shielding his face with her long hair from any onlookers behind, He knew what was going to happen next. Narcissa Malfoy would ask him, “Is Draco alive? Is he in the Castle?”

He heard instead a soothingly familiar, but different voice, it was Ginny, “Morning love.” He whispered, “Happy birthday.”

He realised that he really was dreaming. It was his birthday. He opened his eyes and put his glasses on to see Ginny, Albus, James and Lily standing right in front of his bed. His family had got him a picture painted of him, Ginny, Hermoine, Ron, Neville and Luna.

He could hear more footsteps outside.

He got up and hugged them. He opened the door and went to the living room where he saw Ron and Hermoine, Rose, Hugo, Victoire, Teddy Lupin, Luna, Neville, Mr and Mrs Weasley, George and Hagrid.

The glimpse from the Battle of Hogwarts had made Harry jump unnoticeably at the sight of George without Fred which he had now seen for years.

Mrs Weasley had baked him a fruit cake. It had candles on it bewitched to sing “Happy birthday” until Harry blew them. There was butterbeer and pumpkin juice on the table. Harry could already see James and Al running upto the table to help themselves with some pumpkin juice. Everybody had got their mugs of butterbeer now. Teddy and Victoire were having theirs a little farther from the crowd.

Harry cut the cake. It had been quite long since all of them had gathered.

The children were going to start with Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, Cauldron Cakes, Sugar Quills and Molly Weasley’s Fruit Cake when all of their sweets flew from their hands back to the kitchen. Hugo knew who it was, he sighed, “Mom!” Hermoine chuckled, “You’ve had enough sweets for a day now, Rose, dear, why don’t you come and help me and aunt Ginny with dishes?” Lily excitedly added, “I too will help.”

Just then Hermoine saw Harry and Ron signalling her to follow them. She excused herself from Ginny and girls and followed them into Harry’s room. Harry there told them about his dream, but he had prepared himself for Hermoine’s reaction so he told her that the scar didn’t hurt.

Surprisingly, Hermoine just said, “Oh Harry. You’re just going back in time and thinking about sad times, they eventually led to the good ones we’re living in today, didn’t they?” Ron and Harry agreed to her, but Harry was still a little confused.