The Chronicles for Harry James Potter
Disclaimer: I do not support J. K and her actions do not aline with my beliefes, I am purely using her world and characters and making it my own.
Summary: Harry James Potter finds a box full of tape in an old bedroom at Grimmauld Place. The old bedroom appeared that afternoon, the name being his aunt Ophelia Lyra Black's in cursive letters on the door.
a/n: This is my first fanfiction, and I'm still not fully sure where this will be headed but if you guys enjoy this world and the way I write these characters, I might write a story about my OC Ophelia growing up at Hogwarts with the others. So please leave a comment, I would love to hear your opinions!
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
Chapter 1: The secret under the bed
Harry had been staying at Grimmauld Place ever since the war had ended. It wasn’t against his parents, but he felt like he needed a break from everyone, and since the order hadn’t used this place for over a year now, his godfather happily passed the house onto him for the time being.Â
Harry had been busying himself with exploring the dark house that is Grimmauld Place, although he was given a list of forbidden rooms he wasn’t allowed into. But the more time he spent in the house, the more he realized that years of dark magic had made the Place more alive than himself. Rooms changed places sometimes, some doors led to nowhere, and some rooms appeared out of thin air.Â
One of these rooms was where he found the most entertaining thing in the house so far. The door appeared near Sirius’ and Regulus’ room one afternoon. The name on the door read “ Ophelia Lyra Black”,  his aunt, Harry put together immediately, although surprised by the Black last name. The name was displayed in gorgeous black cursive writing.
When Harry entered the room he could immediately smell strong lavender candles burning on a shelf. The room was pretty bare considering it was his aunts. Only a bed, a few bookshelves, and a desk and chair took up space in the dimly lit place. A thick coat of dust covered everything, it was clear that this room hadn't been used in a while.
Harry searched around the room not finding anything interesting until he looked under the bed. A giant box was pushed into the darkness of the space and Harry had to crawl a little under it to reach it. He sat against the bed with the box in his lap gently opening it up.
It was filled with a bunch of cassettes a smaller camera lying next to it. He reached for it softly turning it around in his hands before finding where the opening was. He pushed on it popping it open seeing that it had no cassettes in it yet.
He looked back in the box searching around and checking the different dates on the tapes before finding the earliest one. He looked around the room not finding any VHS players so grabbing the box he hurried into his room in the Place. He put the tape into the player turning on his TV before he sat against his bed on the floor.
The film crackled for a second before his aunt came into view messing around with the camera. Â Â Â
"Is it working?" Her voice was quiet as she turned the machine around a few times before a grin crossed her face. "I am a genius!" She sang before letting go of the camera.
“It is currently the 15th of March 1980, oh sorry the 16th now as it is one in the morning!”
The camera floats in place. The low light of the small bathroom makes her face paler than usual but the bright smile across her face makes her face radiant. She sits on the floor of the bathroom at the Potter Manor criss-cross. Her feet are clad in longer Gryffindor socks that reach up to her knees, she has a pair of bigger black shorts hanging loosely on her hips paired with an oversized Slytherin quidditch sweater with the name Crouch written in big bold white letters.
“My name is Ophelia Lyra Watson or as my friends call me Whiskers, we celebrated three birthdays today! Prongs’, Moony’s, and Mary’s, all of the March babies are down for the month and today was the day we got the big news of you! Our hope and joy in this merlin awful world at the moment.” She took a deep breath and tucked a strand of purple-toned black hair behind her ear, gentle tears shining in her eyes.
Harry stared at the screen with a smaller grin a chuckle escaping him for the first time in forever.
“So hello baby Potter! I would gladly call you by your name but Lily and James are still fighting over which one it should be! My vote is with Harry because the name Arnold-“ she pauses and looks up to think before leaning closer “-and sorry to all Arnolds-“ she lets out a low giggle before leaning back once again “-but it is a terrible name! So for now we’ve been calling you Bambi! Yes, your dad and your Uncle Sirius came up with it. Sorry, Bambi, I’m rambling over here.”Â
His aunt never mentioned anything like this before. She was always creative with her gifts but this was amazing, Harry thought. One of the best things she had ever made and it was hidden away under a bed in a hidden room. As the video went on Harry started laying out the rest of the tapes in order, paying close attention to the younger version of his aunt.
She put her head in her hands before lightly slapping her cheeks to shake herself out of her ramble.
“So! I was thinking and with a whole war going on and with the uncertain future the best thing would be to document everything from now on! Remus and I charmed a muggle camera, it was pretty easy growing up with my dad and everything. But I just wanted something permanent for you to see all the people who love you so much and think of you as their hope in these dark times!”
Suddenly there is a gentle knock on the door which makes her look up.
“ Lia? You okay in there?” A male voice echoes quietly through the silent night making her reach for her wand which has been the light source in the small room. She muttered a few words before placing her wand down again the doorlock clicking as it opened. A tall man stands there lean with well-built muscles, a messy head of brown hair, and a pair of black shorts hanging low on his hips.
Harry immediately recognized his uncle, Barty, although he looked a lot more boyish in the video.
 “Hi, doofus.” His voice is heavy with sleep as he crosses his arms.
“Hello, Loverboy.” The tone is gentle in both cases filled with love and care.
“Watcha doin’?” He pushes himself away from the door frame and squats down behind her closing the door behind them. The space is crammed with the two of them behind each other. Even though the manor was giant it still had smaller bathrooms on the guest corridors.
“I am filming a video for baby Bambi.” She elongates her words trying to gain time between each of them feeling awkward at getting caught even if it is him. “A video?” His question is filled with confusion being a pureblood made him curious to muggle inventions. “Yes! It’s moving pictures with sound and everything! I thought I could make them for Bambi if-“ Her words get caught in her throat.Â
Harry is slowly starting to get why the videos have been hidden away.
She leans back against the man who on instinct puts his arms around her running his hands up and down her arms. “-I just want him to see his future family. Our little makeshift gathering of people.” She looked up at him receiving a kiss on the forehead. “You think it’s a stupid idea?”
The man only shakes his head and after another kiss looks at the floating device.
“Umm hi, Bambi. Merlin, I still think that’s a stupid nickname even for you guys. My name is Barty Crouch Jr. I’m your Auntie Ophelia’s partner! We are all really happy about you, I’m sure your parents are nervous but we can handle a baby can't we? There is like what-“ he looks up in thought and mumbles numbers as he counts their small found family “13 of us? We can handle one tiny wizard.”
He looked back to Ophelia who was smiling up at him. “Did I do that right?” He had a lopsided goofy grin on his face but the need for validation still shone behind his eyes.
“Perfect. So, Bambi, we all cannot wait to meet you! Your mom said she is about four months pregnant which will make you a summer baby! I’ll introduce everyone tomorrow, I promise.” She leaned close to the camera once again holding it with one hand.
“We already love you so much, Bambi.” A gentle smile crosses both their faces before the video cuts off.
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 Harry stared at the now black screen with a grin across his face. He immediately started searching for the next tape in order and as soon as he found it he changed the two and leaned back holding onto the first one.
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“It is the 17th of March 1980 and I’m still Auntie Ophelia.”
She still looks pale but the glow of the early spring sun makes her skin more healthy looking. Freckles litter her face dark blueish purple eyes now in full glow. She has her hair half up and out of her face.
She is now wearing a grey knitted sweater half of it hanging off her right shoulder the white tank top peeking out from under it a golden locket previously hidden by the drowning green sweater now on full display. She has barely any makeup on roundish glasses sitting on her nose.
“As I promised I am introducing everyone to you today so let’s go over the list!” She starts walking down a long staircase portraits hanging on the wall talking among themselves.Â
Harry can recognize the staircase of the Potter Manor from anywhere. The woman in the video skillfully avoids the one part of a stair that would set off an alarm and continues down into the main area. Â
“First up is of course the precious people who made you!” She arrives down in a sitting area walks past chattering people and walks into a kitchen. The camera isn’t floating this time she is holding it with her right hand. She turns around with it and a ginger woman comes into view.Â
Harry softly smiles at the sight of his mother.
She has a blue sweater on with a V-neck her hair is pulled into a low bun, and baby hairs frame her face. She has a surprised look on her face with a camera being presented to it, held by her friend. “This is your beautiful and wonderful mother Lily Evans!” Lily looks at her with a weird smile.
“Ophie what in God's name is this?” She laughs in shock as she looks back to the camera still filming them. “This is a video series I am filming for your soon-to-be-born baby boy! I thought it would be a good idea! You know show them to him when he is older?” As she goes on her voice goes quieter anxiety sitting on her face. “Aww that is a lovely idea darling.” She holds her face with one hand and plants a big kiss on the side of her head making Ophelia blush.
“Wait what is this?” A male voice comes in loud and brash as he pushes in between the girls. He has a mess of black hair circle glasses sitting on his nose, he wears a deep maroon shirt with a black plaid shirt over it.
Harry can now recognize his Father. He is starting to miss the two of them.
 “This, Bambi, is your dumbass of a father James Fleamunt Potter, or as we like to call him Prongs.” James swept the girl up making her screech and giggle before he put her back down dropping his hand over her shoulder.
“Is this that moving picture thing?” He looks back to Lily who only nods a huge smile on her face. “Hi, Bambi! It’s me your cool and awesome dad! I can’t wait to meet you, Buddy!” Before he could continue Ophelia ducked out of his arm with a laugh. “Okay okay, I’m stopping you there because I know this will never end otherwise!”
She stepped back into the sitting area where people’s chatter could be heard. She walked from one couch to the other and with a tap of her wand floated the camera out a little bit in front of two men sitting down close to each other. She put her arms over them leaning onto the couch before she looked back up at the floating camera. The room slowly went quiet everyone now looking at her. “
This right here is your Uncle Sirius Orion Black or Padfoot if you will, he is a bit crazy but we love him for it.” She pats the black-haired man's head before putting her other hand over the tall lanky scar-faced one.
“And this darling sweetheart is your Uncle Remus John Lupin or Moony as we lovingly call him the gentle giant of our friend group!”Â
They both look so young, Harry thinks. Everyone did if he wanted to be honest with himself. This was the earlier period of the war, he remembers his father telling him about these times. There were no real scars on their faces from battle, Their eyes were still so full of light, no sign of the trauma that was to come.
She pushed the camera to the right a chubby boyish man coming into view. “And this here is your Uncle Peter Pettigrew or Wormtail! The quiet one of us but he still has enough mischief in him!”Â
Harry froze at the sight of the traitor. He looked like a boy still. No real signs that he was a rat. Just sitting among them and being introduced as his uncle. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched on.
She pulled the camera back to her holding it once again.
“And we are the Marauders! I mean your Dad, uncles, and I! Your mom is a part of another friend group of mine all the girlies, the school we go to, and where you will study in the future, Hogwarts, students called us the Valkerys there, which is pretty freaking awesome if you ask me!”
She rounds the corner ignoring the questions from the three boys on the couch. The camera floats once again and shows the other couch now. A pair of women come into view cuddled together on the couch. First, she points at the black girl. Her box braided hair is pulled up into a high ponytail her eyes a dark chocolate colored framed with sharp eyeliner. She arches a curious eyebrow looking up at the girl.
“This is Auntie Dorcas Meadowes! She is a real force to be reckoned with! A silent hunter and curse expert!” She then points to the wolfcut blonde who can hardly keep up the uninterested face she is making. “And this is your Auntie Marlene Mckinnon! Rockstar and real-life rebel!”
She pushes the camera over once again and another pair of girls come into view. Next in line is another black girl, lighter-skinned than the previous one her hair short natural curls framing her face. “This is Auntie Mary Mcdonald fashion icon and makeup enthusiast!” She pointed at the surprised blonde big blue eyes staring at the camera.
Harry almost sits surprised thinking it is Luna but soon realizes the truth of it.
“And this is your Auntie Pandora Rosier! Our lonesome Ravenclaw potion master!”
She picks up the camera again now skipping over to the two last armchairs not far from each other the group is still shocked into silence from the happenings around them. She rounds the first one and leans down next to a similar-faced boy to Sirius pale skin and black hair.
“This is Uncle Regulus Black! Our prim and proper astrology nerd!” She bounds over to the other armchair two people sitting on it the familiar figure of the last video sitting on the armrest in the chair itself a blonde man, very similar-looking to Pandora sits with confusion written on his face as well.
“This is Uncle Evan Rosier, dueling genius and of course, you already know your Uncle Barty!” He has a gentle smile on his face once again looking at his girlfriend fly around the space happily.
“Your last three uncles, Pandora and Dorcas make up the Serpents! The last group of friends our small family is made up of!” She stands tall now smiling at the camera.
“What is this again?” It’s Dorcas who breaks their silence her deeper tone asking the gentle question, it was an unwritten rule between them all that Pandora, Mary, and Ophelia needed to be protected at all costs.
“It’s a video series for baby Bambi!” She turns to them all now her body electric with the anxiety of disapproval. “For what?” The question from Regulus isn’t harsh it’s curious if anything. “So he can see us! So he can see our love for him, you know. So he can see… the real us.”
She looks down for a moment before a radiant smile crosses her face again. “Anyway! Bambi this is your family! There is a lot of us and you still don’t know Molly and Arthur or Frank and Alice! Or our wonderful Minnie Mcgonagall but you will see them all in time I promise! Don’t forget we all already love you so much!”
Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she puts the camera down the video cutting off once more.