Age Plot: Harry & Lily Who: Harry & Lily Where: Lily's house What: Meeting ma mum... again When: Monday afternoon
Harry knew Ginny had said she would take him to see his mum when he was ready. It had taken him a couple of days to adjust to the idea, it was true. But frankly now he was more worried about the things people were saying about him than about disappointing his parents by his mere existence. He really needed someone to tell him to his face that whatever weird... evil bit of Lord Voldemort that was apparently sitting inside him somewhere that let him talk to snakes, didn't doom him to being dark himself. They also said he was supposed to be a big hero and fight the evil guys and save the world. This was terrifying enough in its utter incomprehensibility, not to mention the two things didn't seem to fit together at all.
Ginny was working, after he'd assured her over and over that he didn't need someone to stay with him. She hadn't seemed impressed by the argument that the Dursleys left him alone in the house all the time. In the end though she had caved and made sure he knew that he could always run next door if he had to, to where her dad lived. He amused himself with his pile of birthday gifts and doing his best to express his worries in his journal. When his mother wrote to him, he decided he was ready to meet her after all. It did seem a bit cowardly to stay away. She was his mum, after all. His dad was apparently only a few years older than Harry himself, in this place, and Harry wanted to meet him too, but so far only Lily had written to him, so it was her he focused on.
He found the keys by the front door and locked it carefully, after leaving a note on the hall table in case Ginny came back early, or he decided to stay late.
Number eight was quite far from number twenty six, but Harry knew where it was. He'd explored the village a bit yesterday and sneakily watched the house for a few minutes, but the curtains were drawn in the windows he could see and he'd been too nervous to just go knock on the door. Now he was invited though.
He hesitated, catching a glimpse of his reflection in one of the windows. He didn't look quite as ridiculous as he had when he arrived. Ginny had managed to find him some clothes that actually fit; but the general effect of this was to merely highlight the skinniness that looked almost unnatural in a boy his age. His glasses fit much better than his old ones and weren't broken, but his hair was still a mess as usual. He took a moment to try and smooth it down, but the effects were less than satisfying.
He sighed and took a deep breath. Well, it wasn't like he could just magic it flat. Not yet, anyway. Heart pounding in his chest with nerves, he went up to the door and knocked, one, two, three times.