Memory

Memory

My life is all about memories: Some good, some bad, some utterly embarrassing. But, then again, what else is to be expected of the daughter of the famous Harry Potter?

But still even though I have many, I'd like to tell you about my very first memory....

I was a small girl. I was standing on a chair in a very warm kitchen, with the smell of cookies and cinnamon around me. There was a kind, plump woman with vivid red hair that was falling out of its bun standing with her back to me. I knew her. She was my grandma. She was laughing at me because I kept asking questions. She said I was being funny. Grandma then turned with a smile toward me and froze. As always, like everyone else who knows my parents, her breath caught for a second. Something about my ruby-red hair and my deep emerald eyes set people off. I didn't understand it. Even though she tried to hide it, I could still sense it. But it didn't matter much to me anymore, I was used to it. Grandma was looking at me with an _expression like she was seeing me for the first time and it scared her. Well I soon took care of that....

"Grandma answer me!" I was always an impatient child, something I proudly took from both my parents, and they would tell you the same. "Grandma!" I stamped my foot on the chair with my small, pale hands on my hips. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes dear" my grandma, said with a small jump, "Yes...What did you say?" She tried to smile, but I rolled my eyes, acting like the five year old that I was. She walked over to the wooden table and sat down in the chair right in front of me. She patted her leg and I crawled up into her lap.

"Grandma, I asked you what Mummy and Daddy were like when they were little." I looked up at her with my small, but vivid emerald eyes glowing with curiosity.

At this, my grandma smiled softly. "Lily dear," she said with her eyes sparkling, "when they were young, your parents were very sweet. Your dad was always kind of quiet while your mother was a bit more outgoing. But, despite this, they got along very well."

I looked awed. "Daddy was SHY?" I couldn't believe it. "I don't see him being very shy..." I shook my head in disbelief.

Grandma smiled, "Well he was. In fact when we first met him, he was quite young -- about eleven I think -

and he was in his own way, shy." I giggled.

"Grandma, when did you first meet him? When did Mummy?"

I wanted to know everything. I had to.

"Well Lily, your mother and I met your father at the same time." She smiled as she remembered the past.

"The day that your Uncle Ron was leaving for his first year of school at Hogwarts, was the same day that we all first saw Harry. He was a small thing, the poor dear. The family he was living with were a bunch of unpleasant muggles. It looked like they had never bothered to feed him. He was as thin as a rail and very short for his age. He looked more like eight years old than eleven! Why Albus Dumbledore never bothered to check up on him once in a while, I'll never know. But that's getting off the subject. Where was I?" She paused for a moment with a puzzled _expression on her face.

"Grandma, you were talking about the first day you saw Daddy." I was curled up in her lap with an eager look on my face, playing with a lock of my red hair.

"Ah, yes now I remember," she said, "Now, your mother was a year younger than your father, so she wasn't ready to go to school yet. Your father, on the other hand, was by himself in the wizarding world at eleven years old. It was his first time and he had no clue about what to do. He was following us because he heard us talking.

"When it came time to get onto the platform, he didn't know how. I explained the trick to him and told him to watch Ron. He was still very nervous though. Ginny wished him luck."

"Wow grandma! Really?" I was amazed; the story seemed to get better every second.

"Yes, when Harry got onto the platform, Ginny and I followed behind him so she could say goodbye to her brothers. When the train started moving, she ran after it. She was laughing and crying at the same time."

"Lily, your mother ran after that train till it could no longer be seen. Did you know, years later, your father told us that he saw her running after the train? He told us that he had watched her until the train turned the corner and she disappeared.

"Shortly after that, Harry made friends with Ron. He was kind of adopted into the family. When he married into it, it was like he had always belonged."

She finished her story with a huge smile "Honey, that was the day your parents first met. Of course, it would not be till later that they became friends."

I was amazed at the entire thing. I felt it should belong in a storybook, but I suddenly had a thought. "Grandma?" I gave her an odd look. "Are you sure that this is not pre-tend?"

Grandma took my small hands into her larger ones and looked me in the eye.

"Lily, everything I told you was true. Every single word."

Before I could say anything else, I heard the kitchen door open.

I looked up and saw my Mummy and my Daddy walk into the bright kitchen where grandma and I stood. Daddy's arm was around my Mummy's waist.

"So...I heard all about you and Daddy today, Mummy. Grandma told me EVERYTHING." I giggled. I wanted to draw it out as long as I could. "I know all 'bout what you did when you guys were little!!"

At this both Mummy and Daddy went scarlet.....glowing the deepest of red that I had ever seen.

My work was done.

FIN