First Year: Chapter Three

First Years: The Things We Take For Granted
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter But I Will be using them for some amount of time.


Kissing her father good night she moved through the door way into the child’s bedroom massaging her temple she pulled out her wand. Conjuring herself a bed to sleep in she sat down and let the emotions of seeing him again coarse through her before remembering the boy’s words. Turning her head towards him she saw him staring at her she blew out the breath she was holding before looking back at the ground.

“Who” Xavier moved to the edge of the bed letting his feet dangle. Waiting for the response as she steadied herself and then turned back to him. Tilting his head as a new wave of her emotions went coercing through him.

“Your father… Seeing him just now reminded me of it.” Sighing she moved to the window and looked down into the darkened alley.

“I had buried it after I realized that he loved another and then I went on to marry my husband and continue on with the life I made. I became a healer because he was so good at potions. Then the first war happened and he disappeared I never saw him again until now.” She moved back to the bed and sat next to him, and waited for his next question.

“You sang to me didn’t you.” Tilting his head to listen again then looking over towards the bathroom. “While I was hurt.” Moving his eyes over the room to look at it for the first time since he got here.

“Yes I did sometimes it was the only thing that would calm you.” She had been watching him as he took in the room, reaching in and patting him on the hand she stood. “We should get some sleep, it is late.”

“Can you… Can you lay with me. It helps me get back to sleep, My mum used to do it when I couldn’t relax.” Xavier looked down blushing, sensing her move closer to him he moved his eyes to look up and see her standing next to him. He moved over in his bed and laid down on his side, feeling the bed dip as she slipped on he smiled and curled into her. Laying his head on her shoulder his eyes drifting shut as he fell asleep with the feeling of her arms coming up and wrapping around him. Feeling him snuggle in closer in sleep she closed her eyes and relaxed, tomorrow she would head home to her family but for now she would relax. Soon her eyes were slipping closed and her breathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning the sun rose through the sky fallowing the flapping wings of an owl as it headed for the owner of a very popular bar at the entrance of Diagon Alley. Sweeping down it landed on the sill of the window leading into a room. Pecking the glass until there was movement on the other side. Then impatiently tapping the window again to get the occupant of the room to open the window and allow the bird entry. As the window opened the bird flew in and around in a circle before dropping the letter on the bed and slipping out of the same window his job done he flew back to the Ministry. Closing the window after the bird left he moved to the bed and picked up the letter. Flipping it over he stared at the seal, that seal meant this was the ‘Notary of Next of Kin.’ Opening the letter he read over it quickly moving to the door he opened it and stepped out into the hall, sighing he moved to Xavier’s room and opened the door and walking in noticing Laila’s bed missing he moved in further spotting the two cuddled together in his bed. Placing the letter on the table he moved towards the door again and then down to the bar cleaning it he started the fire knowing that before long his daughter would need him. Once the bar was cleaned he put up the “decorations”that were to be put up as the ones to signify a morning household and also that the bar was only open for passing through the bar into Diagon Alley and nothing more.

A couple of hours had passed since Tom had finished the morning ritual and there was movement from Xavier’s bed. Laila’s eyes fluttered open then shifted to the boy next to her, his face peaceful and relaxed. Sitting up carefully she swung her legs over the edge of the bed rubbing her hands over her face she looked around. Catching site of the letter that was laying on the table, leaning down and picking it up seeing it was addressed to her father she turned it over and pulled out the letter:

To whom it may concern,
We are sorry to inform you that do to a recent attack near the home of your child LAILA ANNABELL SMITH has resulted in the death of THEODORE MICHAEL SMITH SR., KATHRYN NICOLE SMITH, and THEODORE MICHAEL SMITH JR. The pending investigation will hinder any attempts of collecting the bodies. If you have any information on the whereabouts of your daughter please inform us immediately. We apologize for you loss.
Pure Blood Supremacy, Minister of Magic
Rufus Scridgemore

The letter slipped from her fingers as over whelming grief tore through her, tears streaming down from her eyes as sobs racked her body. Feeling this unmistakable grief flow through his veins his eyes flew open and his vision was lost in the tears that came from his eyes. Sitting up Xavier looked over at Laila realizing it was her grief he was feeling he crawled over to her and wrapped his arms around her spotting the letter on the floor he focused realizing what it was he put two and two together he held on tighter as guilt now intertwined in with the grief, guilt at having kept her away from her family for so long. Holding her as tight as he could while they cried and rocked together, re-positioning himself so he was sitting on her lap his head buried in her chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders and his legs on either side of her lap bent back at the knees with his feet hanging off the edge. At hearing the door open he moved his head back and saw Tom step threw before turning his head into Laila’s chest again. Feeling her arms circle up around him and tightening he snuggled in, feeling a little better.

Walking up the stairs to Xavier’s room after he was finished preparing the bar for the day, hearing the crying he quickly stepped through the door and into the room stopping when he noticed the two where curled together. Walking to the bed and sitting next to his daughter he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close as he whispered comforting words in her ear his eyes shifting to Xavier as his head turned to look at him his eyes held the tears that had yet to fall. Then his eyes started to drift shut as the past few days of emotional drain caught up to him, feeling his daughter lean into him as she too drifted off to sleep. Tom slowly moved to widen the bed so all three would fit on there then he laid down his daughter and Xavier and fallowed them into the bed with Xavier in the middle and held them for comfort letting himself grieve for his lost grand children.

Xavier was the first one to wake, opening his eyes and blinking a couple of times, he raised his hands to rub his eyes then sitting up carefully and looking around seeing the two people on either side of him. Disentangling himself from the mess of arms he carefully moved out from under the covers and to the bathroom. Looking around it for the first time that he could remember he reached over and turned on the shower, slipping out of his dirty clothes he moved to the shower stepping into the flow of the spray he took his time scrubbing away a week and a half’s worth of filth. Once he was finished he quickly dried off then picking up his shirt and moved to pick up the pants then heading towards the door with the towel on not really ready to put his dirty clothes on again. Looking up when the door opened to see Tom holding a pile of clothes.

“I figured you could use some clothes to get into after your shower.” He motioned to the clothes in his arms.

“Thank you, sir.” Xavier reached out and took the clothes from him and then closing the bathroom door. Dropping the towel and pulling on the pants and shirts then stepping out into the room and stepped out in front of Tom in the baggy shirt and pants he smiled. “They are a little big don’t you think.”

Moving closer Tom nodded, “yes well I didn’t exactly know what size to make them now did I.” He preceded to then shrink the clothes to fit.

“Sir who was the Notary for.” Xavier moved over the floor and back to the bed.

“How exactly do you know what that is.” His eyes narrowing slightly. “and call me Tom.”

Nodding Xavier sat on the floor, “My mom got one when my uncle died. They are still investigating my mum went to the Ministry right before the attack she couldn’t even see if it was Uncle Rodney or not.” He had been staring at the floor and then slowly looking up into his eyes. “Do you think they will let me collect my mum and uncle Rodney.”

Shaking his head Tom sat next to the child, “I don’t know child.”

A few hours went by were Tom and Xavier talked while Laila slept. Soon Tom got up and moved to the door.

“I will be back I just have to open the doors so people can get into the alley.” While he was gone Xavier slipped on to the bed and laid next to Laila. Her eyes slowly opening Xavier put up his barrier so as to not be flooded by her, as the emotions flickered across her face. When she caught site of Xavier she sat up, and looked around. When she noticed it was just the two she frowned.

“Tom went to go open the doors and said he would be back.” Xavier explained when she focused back on him, he looked down blushing.

“I see did you get cleaned up.” She said noticing the clothes were different.

“Yeah it felt great to take a shower.” Xavier looked up when Tom came back in.