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Sir Harold William Potter

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�Speech�

�Thoughts�

= Flashback =
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Chapter 3: Sir Harold William Potter
When lunch was over, Harry and his new friends separated, leaving him with only Hermione and Ron. Together they had Geography with a woman named Professor Sinistra who was, albeit only a tiny bit, like a female version of Professor Snape. She, however, didn�t look at Harry with distaste.
The next class was one class Harry had been excited about, music class. Even though Harry wasn�t a great musician - that title fell onto his sister - the teacher for that class was Professor Lupin, one of his father�s best friends, as well as his sister�s godfather.
�Well hullo there Harry,� smiled Professor Lupin.
�Hey Remus,� smiled Harry as he waved at the golden-haired man. �I mean Professor Lupin,� he corrected himself.
Professor Lupin laughed. �Don�t worry, Harry. Everyone here calls me Remus. I hate being called Professor. It makes me feel old.�
�Okay.�
�Have you been having a good time so far?�
�Well sort of. My first class was very strange. I don�t think my teacher likes me very much.�
�What teacher is that?�
�Professor Snape. I don�t know,� he shrugged. �Maybe I imagined it.�
�Maybe� Well off you go. There are some violins back there. Help yourself to one so we can get the class started, okay?�
�Okay,� Harry smiled.
When the bell rang, Remus got everyone�s attention so he could start his class. Harry was told to sit beside Draco, much to Harry�s delight.
�Another whole class where I get to sit next to him,� he thought as Remus began the lesson.
As Harry played his instrument, he couldn�t help but sneak little glances at Draco. He could tell that this boy could play the violin very well. The next class for Harry was art. This class just so happened to be another one of Harry�s favorite classes. This was because the teacher in this class was none other than Professor Black - a close friend of Harry�s father as well as Harry�s godfather. As soon as Harry walked into the classroom, he was engulfed into his godfather�s arms.
�It�s so good to see you Harry,� the overzealous man greeted.
�Sirius�� Harry tried to say, ��I can�t � breath.�
As soon as Harry said this, his godfather quickly let him go.
�Oh. Sorry there short man,� Sirius laughed. �I kind of got carried away. So, how was your day so far?�
�It was nice,� said Harry, feeling comfortable about talking to Sirius about Professor Snape since his godfather always tended to be a bit on the overprotective side when it came to both him and his sister.
�Are you sure? There was no trouble at all?� Sirius asked, not truly believing his godson.
�That�s right, none,� Harry smiled.
�Okay then. Go and get set up so we can get started.�
At that command, Harry set up all of his equipment beside Hermione and Ron who had called him over. He was a little disappointed that he couldn�t sit next to Draco since the blonde�s two bodyguards sat on one side of him while Pansy sat on the other side. Looking over at Pansy, Harry got the impression that she didn�t like him very much.
�How do I get people to hate me so quickly when I never do anything to them?� Harry asked himself.
As the class began, everyone was told to draw anything of his or her choosing. Harry decided to draw a forest containing dears and other kinds of animals. Hermione and Ron were surprised at how good he was and stopped painting to watch him.
�How long have you been doing this?� Ron asked as he looked at the canvas.
�I don�t know,� shrugged Harry, �A while. Sirius taught me.�
�You�re kidding? You knew Sirius from before you came here?�
�Yeah, he�s my godfather.�
�You�re kidding?�
Laughing as he answered, Harry continued his work. When the class was almost over, and everyone was told to put everything away, Sirius got everyone�s attention.
�For a class assignment, I want you guys to do something a little bit � unusual. I want you to create something for me using only edible products,� he said.
The class looked at their teacher as if he had gone crazy.
�I know it sounds a bit odd, but you guys must realize that it�s not what you use but how you use it. It can be anything you want, of any form, a painting or a sculpture, anything. It will be due a week from now. Okay class dismissed,� Sirius said as the bell rang.
�Sirius is a good teacher,� Ron said as they left the class, �but I have to admit, he is kind of on the nutty side,� he finished while walking towards their last class, gym. �Something out of food� What in the world am I going to make out of food?� Ron asked as he and Harry separated from Hermione to go into their respective change rooms. �Something out of food,� he mused as he was dressing into his gym clothes.
Harry smiled at his new friend�s disposition. Then he turned around and saw Draco taking off his shirt.
�Oh my god,� was all that was in Harry�s head at that moment.
He cursed the silver shirt that hid Draco�s perfectly powerful chest and his gorgeously broad shoulders that showed off his muscles. Looking down and blushing, Harry saw the blonde�s deliciously long athletic legs. Harry�s heart started pounding faster and faster in his chest.
In his opinion, Draco was an absolute god. He had known for quite a long time that he was gay, but he had never felt this way before. In some ways, he was scared. But in other ways, he was excited, very excited. Suddenly, Harry became aware of someone taping him on his shoulder.
�Harry did you hear me?� Ron asked, bringing down his hand when Harry finally turned to him in confusion.
�No, I�m sorry. What did you say?�
�I just wanted to know if you had any ideas for your project yet.�
�Um� no� Not yet.� Harry answered, before turning back around. He was saddened, however, when he noticed that Draco had left the change room. �Damn,� he thought as he finished changing.
The gym class was separated into two groups, the girls and the boys. While Professor Grubbly-Plank was teaching Hermione and the rest of the other girls while Professor Hagrid - a huge man that looked like he could break you in two - was teaching Harry, Ron and the rest of the other boys.
Inside the gym, Professor Grubbly-Plank let her half of the class play dodge ball while outside, Professor Hagrid told his students that they were to play football. Harry was very excited; football was one of his favorite sports.
Harry�s part of the class was split up into two groups, and while Harry was happy to find that Ron was on his team, he was disappointed to find that Draco was on the opposing team. As the game commenced, he wasn�t surprised at the fact that Draco was a very good football player. But Harry was a little pleased to note that he was a little better.
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�God, he looks sexy when he runs,� thought Watcher as he watched Harry kick the ball and score yet another goal as the ball soared into the net. �I�ll ravish you soon my sweet.�
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When the class was over, Harry and the rest of the boys took a shower and got dressed into their normal clothes. Then Harry came outside to find Hermione waiting for him at the front of the school so they could walk home together.
The moment his house came into view, he saw that his sister was sitting on the porch, looking down at her feet with sadness, as she rested her chin on her palms while her elbows rested on her knees. When she lifted her head up and spotted Harry, Sammy stood up and ran over to him.
�Brace yourself, Harry. Grandfather�s here,� she said.
�But that�s so soon?� Harry asked, shocked.
�I know. Mum�s not going to like this one bit,� she said as she shook her head.
�I�ll see you tomorrow, Hermione,� Harry said as he turned to his friend.
�Okay,� said Hermione, looking a bit confused. �Bye,� she waved before heading towards herhouse.
As Hermione walked away, Harry and Sammy slowly walked up to their door. Harry, somewhat dreading opening it, knowing what would await him on the inside. Harry loved his grandfather to no end, but sometimes the man just didn�t know how much he hurt someone�s feeling, or did and just didn�t care.
Sir Harold William Potter was an old fashioned and very strict man and the only one who ever seemed to have a submissive effect on Harry�s father. The man was controlling, very controlling. The only thing that he couldn�t control, however, was whom James had ended up marrying. He had wanted James to marry, in his opinion, a respectable girl, and in Sir Harold�s eyes, that was not Lily.
To him, Lily was the kind of girl who wanted too much in the world, as in she didn�t know that her placed was in the kitchen and not in the work field. For years after James was married, his father ignored him. Even when Lily was first pregnant, he refused to even set eyes on James.
Then, when Harry was born, things seemed to have changed. Sir Harold came to the house as often as possible to visit his namesake. Things even started to calm down between Sir Harold and Lily after Samantha was born. That is until Lily decided that she wanted to go back to school and start up her own restaurant business.
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�Your place is at home with Harold. I will not have you jeopardize his future by not being at home with him!� Sir Harold ordered.
�How dare you come into my house and tell me what I can and cannot do!� Lily yelled.
This argument continued on for quite some time. But, in the end, Lily had won and Sir Harold had stormed out of the house. Meanwhile, James was nowhere to be found. When he finally was, he had gotten an earful from Lily.
�How could you just let that man talk to me like that?� Lily yelled.
�Lily, you knew what he was like when you married me,� was all James could say.
�Yes, but I never expected for you to act like a cowered and not stand up for me � to him!�
�I can�t Lily. You know I can�t.�
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After that, ties between James and his father weakened, but there was, on occasion, times where Sir Harold would make a surprise visit, just like now.
When Harry opened the door, he was immediately crushed in a giant bear hug. �Well how�s my favorite grandson?� Sir Harold asked.
From the face to the eyes and right down to every last unruly hair atop his head, Sir Harold William Potter was the spitting image of James. At the moment Sir Harold was wearing a dark grey suit that he was now straightening now that he had let go of Harry.
�Fine thanks. And how are you, Sir?� Harry asked.
In the family, there were strict orders to either call Sir Harold �father� - for James, �grandfather� - for Harry and Sammy or �Sir�.
�Everything is wonderful and I have some great news to give you. Where are you mother and father?�
�They�re both at work.�
Sir Harold nodded with a frown as he turned away and headed for the couch. Harry had a pretty good idea what that frown meant. He knew the fact that Lily was not at home when her kids arrived made Harry�s grandfather very upset.
�Well, there�s nothing we can do now. Come here, Harry, and tell me about your first day at your new school,� he said as he sat down on the couch and patted the seat beside him. �Did you meet any new friends?�
�Yes, I did actually,� said Harry as he sat down beside his grandfather.
Harry had noticed that, as they were talking, Sammy had disappeared and he knew perfectly well why. Much like her mother, Sammy didn�t get along with Sir Harold very well.
�Really, tell your grandfather all about them,� said Harry�s grandfather.
Smiling, Harry began told his grandfather about Hermione and the other new friends that he had met. He then decided to tell him about Draco since the blonde came from a wealthy family and knew Sir Harold would approve.
�So you two haven�t become friends as of yet?� Harry�s grandfather asked.
�No, not yet,� Harry replied, but hoped that would change soon.
�Well, we�ll just have to change that, now won�t we?�
Before Harry could reply, the door opened and Lily and James walked inside the house.
�I�m telling you, its fate. The fact that we came home at the same time tells me that the universe wants us to spend as much time together as possible,� Harry heard his father say.
A second later, he heard his mother giggling. �Stop it, James. The kids might be home.�
�So� They�re probably inside their rooms doing their homework.�
When Harry finally saw his smiling parents, with James� arms wrapped around Lily�s waist, their smiles faded and James� face blanched.
�Dad,� James said in surprise. �What are you doing here?�
At this question, Harry�s grandfather raised an eyebrow.
�I mean�,� James started again.
�James haven�t I told you a thousand times that this kind of affection is not suitable in front of young children.�
�Yes, Sir, you did,� said James as he quickly let go of Lily. �So what brings you here today?�
�I just came to see my grandson.�
�And granddaughter?� Lily asked.
Harry knew how angry Lily whenever James� father paid more attention to Harry than to Sammy. It might not have bugged her as much if Sir Harold had done so without realizing it. But Lily knew the man couldn�t care less about his granddaughter.
Ignoring Lily�s question, Sir Harold continued talking to James. �I was speaking to Harry here about some of the friends he�s made. It�s quite a coincidence that one of the names mentioned was Draco Malfoy.�
�And what a coincidence it is,� said James a little uncomfortably. �Did you two become friends?� James asked Harry with a little bit of concern.
�No. We never spoke to each other,� answered Harry.
�Well then it�s a good thing that I had spoken to his father before I came here. He has invited us over at his house for dinner tonight,� said Sir Harold to Harry.
�And what did you say?� Lily asked.
�It would, or course, be rude of me to decline such a generous offer so I accepted it for everyone,� he said, once again not looking at Lily as he spoke to Harry and James. �I would advise you all to start getting ready so that we won�t be late.�
Lily�s face began to burn with anger as James led her upstairs, with Harry close behind them. Once upstairs, Harry knocked on Sammy�s door and opened it when he heard her voice saying he could enter. When the door was opened, Harry noticed that Sammy�s room was a little bigger than his was. She basically had the same things that Harry�s had in his room, but there were little differences.
For instance, her four-poster bed stood in the middle of the wall opposite the door. The twin-size bed was draped with pink and light purple flowered fabric with a white background and each post was held open with a light purple tie. It had several pink and purple pillows on it and on the pillows were dozens of stuffed animals.
On either side of the bed were windows hidden behind purple drapes that reached the floor. To the right of the bed stood nothing but a large desk that was pushed up against the wall with a chair standing in front of it. On the opposite side of the wall was Sammy�s closet that reached from one side of the wall to the next. Leaning against the wall beside the door was a bookshelf that held dozens of different kinds of books, making it look similar to the one in Harry�s room. The only difference was that it was painted pink.
Right next to the bookshelf was a dresser and chair that had an oval mirror hanging above it on the wall. Her walls were also painted with two colors. The top of her room was painted pink while the bottom part was painted lavender. In between the two colors was a white frame. Her carpet was a shade of lavender so light that it looked almost grey.
�Did you want something?� Sammy asked when Harry walked into the room and closed the door.
At the moment, Sammy was lying down on her bed on her stomach and reading a book.
�Yes. Grandfather said that we�re going out to someone�s house for dinner and wants us to start getting ready.�
�Okay,� she said and went back to her book.
Harry left the room, noticing that his sister looked as if she had no intention of getting off her bed to get dressed. He sighed and walked into his room and started changing. Harry put on a white collared shirt he found and then put on a thin, green sweater over it. After he put on a black dress pants, he took a comb that was on top of his dresser, walked over to his closet, and opened it. Once opened, he looked into the full-length mirror that hung inside and combed his hair out, trying in vain to tame it. Feeling that it was as good as it was going to get, he put the comb back down on the dresser and left his room.
He then walked towards Sammy�s room and knocked on the door. When he heard her voice calling him in, he opened the door. As he walked in and closed the door behind him, Harry saw that Sammy was sitting at her dresser, brushing her hair. She was already wearing a flowered dress.
�I don�t want to go,� she said without even looking at him as she stopped brushing her hair and put her hand down on her dresser.
�I know you don�t. I don�t want to go either. But here we are, dressed and ready to go.�
�Yes I know, but why do I have to go?� Sammy said, turning to Harry.
�You�re going because Grandfather wants us to meet the Malfoy�s.�
Sammy scoffed. �That�s not what I meant. I mean, I don�t think he wants me to go.�
�What makes you say that?�
�It just seems that � well � why didn�t he tell me that we were going to someone�s house for dinner?�
�Because I told you before he could.�
�Harry, I was home with him for a half an hour before I went outside to wait for you, and he never said a word to me about a dinner. He never told me that he wanted me to get ready to go to a dinner.�
�Well he only told me after Mum and Dad got home. I�m sure he didn�t mean to leave you out,� he said, hoping his words were true as much as he wanted his sister to believe them.
�I don�t know Harry,� Sammy sighed. �It�s just that � I know he doesn�t like me. I swear, sometimes I feel like Cinderella around him.�
�Well then tell me when you find Prince Charming so I won�t want to strangle him.�
At that Sammy rolled her eyes and smiled as she started brushing her hair again.
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When everyone was dressed and ready to go, James took his father with him in the car that was on the right of the door while Lily and the kids went inside the car that was to the right of James� car. The ride there was very quite in Lily�s car, but whenever she spoke it was almost in a whisper and never to Harry or Sammy.
�He�s up to something. I just know it,� was one of the few things she said.
When Lily finally stopped, Harry stepped out of the car, with his sister close behind, and saw that they were in front of a very large, ominous Manor.
�Wow,� both Harry and Sammy said at the same time.
�Welcome to the Malfoy Manor kids,� said Lily almost sadly.
The family all walked up to the front of the door where, a second later, the door opened and a tall, skinny butler stood to great them. �The Malfoy�s are waiting for you in the study,� he said.
�Thank you,� said James as he followed his father into the house, with Lily and the kids close behind him.
Harry noticed that his grandfather seemed to know exactly were he was going and figured the elder man must have been here before. �It�s probably connected to why dad looked so depressed earlier,� mused Harry, who was later snapped out of his thoughts when he entered the study. �This study�s probably the size of our whole house,� thought Harry.
In front of the door was a green three-seated couch with two love seats on either side. On the wall to the left side of the door was a window with silver and green draping that reached down to the floor while on the other side of the door was an enormous bookcase that filled the whole wall. In front of the large couch was a fireplace with a large picture of a man Harry guessed was Draco�s father. He looked much like his son except that his hair was tied back and reached past his shoulders.
To the left of that painting was another painting of a woman that Harry assumed was Draco�s mother. This woman also had long blond hair that reached down to her waist. On the other side of Draco�s father�s picture was a painting of Draco. All of these paintings, Harry noticed, had no feeling put into them, and the three people in them looked as if they were bored.
�Lucius,� greeted Sir Harold as he held out his hand to the man that was standing by the fireplace, the same man that was painted in the picture above. The woman from the picture was sitting on one of the loves seats while Draco was sitting on the other.
�Sir,� greeted Draco�s father as they shook hands. �It�s an honor.�
�Lucius you can stop the pleasantries for now. This is just supposed to be two families having dinner together.�
�Yes Sir.�
�Lucius, I�d like you to meet my grandchildren. This is Harold James Potter and his sister Samantha Elizabeth Potter.�
�It�s nice to meet you,� said Harry as he shook Lucius� hand, vaguely noticing that his grandfather had introduced Sammy as his sister and not as the elder man�s granddaughter.
�Nice to meet you,� said Sammy as she held her hand out for Lucius to shake as well. She was, therefore, surprised when Lucius turned her hand over and kissed the back of it instead.
�It�s a pleasure to meet you,� said Lucius in a smooth voice.
Harry held back a smile as he saw his sister trying desperately to fight the urge to wipe her hand on her dress. She finally succeeded when she pretended to hold her hands behind her back.
�This is my son, Draco,� Lucius said, gesturing to Draco.
Draco held out his hand for Sammy and kissed the back of it just like his father had done. Then he held onto Harry�s hand and slowly shook it.
�It�s a pleasure to meet you.�
Harry felt like his knees would give way at the sound of Draco�s deep and soothing voice. Draco�s hand was so soft yet strong in Harry�s hand. His heart started beating fast again and it felt like he was holding Draco�s hand forever, but only too soon did Draco break the connection.
�Well,� said Lucius, �as you have arrived a little early would you like something to drink Sir Harold, James, and Lily?�
�Yes we�d love to,� Sir Harold said. �Why don�t you two children have Draco show you around the house? But not too far though.�
�Yes Grandfather,� said Harry and Sammy at the same time.
�Follow me,� said Draco, turning around to leave the study.
Harry and Sammy obeyed the blonde and were soon following Draco walking down the hall. As they were walking, Sammy leaned into Harry and whispered into his ear.
�He�s cute, isn�t he, Harry?� Sammy smiled.
Turning to face his sister, Harry scowled at the little red-head. He knew his sister had found out about him fancying Draco. How could she not? Draco was drop dead gorgeous. Not to mention the fact that she was the first person that Harry had come out to.
During their tour, Draco first showed Harry and Sammy the library. Then he led them to the dinning hall where they�d be eating. After that, they visited a couple of other rooms that didn�t really seem to have a purpose other then to make the Manor look larger. After he had shown them the room on the main level, Draco took the two upstairs where he led them to his own room.
When Harry and Sammy walked inside they found themselves in a room the same size as the study. At the far end of the room to the left was Draco�s king-sized four poster bed with green draping hanging down each poster. A dresser stood on the left side of the bed while a door, Harry assumed led to Draco�s closet, stood on the right side of the bed. There was a desk with a chair by the door while on the other side of the room were two large windows with green silk curtains held open by silk silver straps.
On the right side of the room were three green loveseat couches that surrounded a television set, which was leaned up against the wall. To the left of the television was a large bookshelf that reached to the ceiling with all kinds of books. On the other wall was a violin, several paintings Harry assumed Draco had made himself and one blank canvas that would most likely contain the project Sirius had assigned them that day.
�Ooh,� said Sammy. �Do you mind if I play your violin, Draco?�
�Help yourself.�
�Have you read all of those books?� Harry asked as he gestured to the mini library.
�No, though I have read most of them.�
As Harry walked over to Draco�s drawings, Sammy started playing on his violin. �Have you thought of what you�re going to do for your project?� Draco asked.
�No � not yet� I guess first I have to figure out what I want to draw before I choose what to make it with. Have you thought of anything?�
�I�m not sure myself. Of course, I�m not sure that my father would be very pleased to find out that I�m painting with food.�
When Harry started laughing, the door to Draco�s room opened, revealing the butler that had shown the Potter�s in the house. �Dinner is served,� he said before leaving again.
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A/N: Tell me what you guys think of Sir Harold William Potter. At first, I had made him a Lord. However, that scene with Lucius reminded me too much of Voldemort, so I changed it.
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