Chapter Two

A/N: I own only the plot of the stories. I do not own any of the characters (shame).

"Alright," Lily said with a smile as she turned to the second chapter. "Chapter Two."

Harry lay near the lake, watching his brother beat Timon in a snail-slurping contest.

"Ugh!" Marline wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"It was the only thing Simba hadn't beaten Timon at," Harry chuckled. "You should have heard him; going on about how he perfected Hakuna Matata."

"Hey I may have perfected it, but you destroyed it," Simba shot back, ignoring the confused looks from the others.

Over the years, Simba had become his brother in all but blood.

Lily and Sarabi smiled at that, glad that both of their sons had a companion during this tough time.

"Harry?" Simba said padding over to him, a bit of red fuzz topping his head. "You okay? You didn't sound like you slept well last night."

"Aww!"

"Again with the cooing," Harry grumbled under his breath.

"I'm fine Simba," Harry smiled. He could always rely on his brother to look out for him. Like the first time he showed what a freak he was.

"Do we need to have the talk again Harry?" Simba asked; slightly concerned that he didn't know his brother felt that way despite the reassurances.

"Trust me, I didn't feel that way for very long," Harry smirked.

He accidently made Timon float up in the air when he was six. Scared that he was going to get punished, Harry had run into the jungle.

Simba could be heard muttering about what he was going to do to Harry's aunt and uncle should they ever find their way into the Oasis.

"I officially like this lion," James muttered to Sirius. They were plotting revenge as well but it wasn't as enjoyable to listen to as Simba's was.

Simba had spent five hours searching for him, and another two convincing him that Timon wasn't mad.

"You said he hid for two hours," Alice said. "Last chapter."

"It's been over ten years," Simba said with a shrug. "I'm bound to get some details wrong."

Suddenly, the ground shook.

"What's going on?" Lily asked, worried for her son.

"What the—" Timon said as he and Pumba scattered into the trees. Simba jumped in front of Harry, intent to protect his little brother as much as possible.

Sarabi gave her son a fond smile, as if she was proud of what he was doing. She was, but she wished he was doing it at Pride Rock instead of that jungle.

The trees cleared to show…a giant of a man.

"Oh, it's just Hagrid," Lily relaxed and smiled.

"Sorry 'bout that," the giant said and tried to smooth the trees back to how they were originally.

"Who are you?" Simba growled a little, still situated in front of Harry.

"You can trust Hagrid," Edgar said with a smile. "He's the best Games keeper one could ask for."

"Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts," the giant said with what sounded like a smile on his voice. Simba stood down. For some reason, he felt as if he could trust Hagrid.

"See?"

"You can understand me?" Simba asked.

"He's always good with animals," Frank said with a chuckle. "Remember when my toad got sick and he helped heal it?"

"Yeah, and then he asked why you had a toad in the first place," Marline responded with a chuckle of her own.

"Guess so," Hagrid said and then turned to Harry. "You've given the Headmaster a wild scare Harry. But it's time you got your letter."

"Hogwarts!" James and Sirius grinned. But Lily turned to Dumbledore with a confused look on her face.

"Why would you be monitoring his position Professor?"

"I don't know, Lily," Dumbledore said. "I'm as confused as you are."

"What letter?" Harry asked but Hagrid was already going through his coat, pulling things out. Pumba and Timon had even come out of their hiding spot to see what was going on.

"Ah! Here's the little devil!" Hagrid cried as he pulled out a—slightly crumpled—envelope. He handed it to Harry. On the cover were the words:

Mr. Harry Potter

Rock by a lake

Oasis

Serengeti

"That's scary accurate," Harry muttered as he opened his letter. It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"What do they mean, they await my owl?" Harry asked after he'd finished reading. It had taken him longer than it would most children his age—not that he would know that—but he'd managed.

"How did you manage through Hogwarts if you had difficulty reading?" Simba asked.

"Hermione," Harry said with a shrug.

"That reminds me!" Hagrid exclaimed and took an owl out of his coat. After writing a quick note, he looked back to Harry and Simba.

"Just out of curiosity," Simba said slowly, "would I be able to come?"

"Oh I hope so!" James grinned. "Imagine the look on the Slytherins' faces when they see a real live Lion at the Gryffindor table."

"Ah, I don't think the school governors would permit that," Hagrid said shaking his head.

"Then I'm not coming," Harry said quickly, looking at Hagrid. "Either Simba comes with me or I'm not going."

"Harry, you shouldn't forsake your education," Lily said, "but I'm proud of you for being loyal to your friend."

Harry sighed, remembering the time in first year when he wasn't loyal to Simba—even to the extent of blowing him off. He only hoped he would keep his mother's pride in him when they got there.

Hagrid looked a little annoyed at that, but knew that Harry had to come to Hogwarts.

"Harry, you have to go to Hogwarts," Hagrid said. "It's where your parents would want you to go to school."

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind Simba," Harry countered. "Please?"

"No we don't mind," James said with a smile. "If he's been around you for five years and hasn't attacked you, then he should be fine to hang around other humans."

Hagrid looked at both the human and the lion giving him the biggest doe eyes ever made by either species and sighed.

"Why not?" Hagrid said and smiled as both brothers hugged one another. "He can't come with us shopping, but there's always an room open in the Leaky Cauldron."

"WHOO!"

"Why did you marry him Lily?" Alice asked as she watched James and Sirius celebrate.

"Because I love him," Lily shrugged. "Why else would one marry?"

"Now wait just one minute!" Timon came walking out, Pumba right on his tail. "Those kids aren't going anywhere…"

Harry looked devastated along with Simba.

"…Without us," Timon finished smiling fondly at his 'kids'. "I've always wanted to try English grub."

"They said it was disgusting," Simba chuckled. "They ended up eating only the beetles that liked to fly around the lake."

"Too bad they couldn't have done that during forth year," Harry muttered under his breath.

"Won't you be cold though?" Harry asked concerned for the first time. "Something tells me it's not like here."

"It's not," Hagrid agreed with Harry. "But they'll be fine. They can room with me in the winter."

"Good man Hagrid," Sirius grinned.

Harry grinned widely, and Hagrid pulled a tissue out of his pocket.

"Grab on!" he instructed. Harry grabbed the issue with one hand and had a hold of Simba in the other. Timon had been placed inside one of Hagrid's many pockets, and Pumba was holding on with his mouth.

The whirl of color was the last thing Harry saw of the Oasis.

"Shame, it sounded beautiful," Lily sighed.

000000000000000000

Simba paced inside the room they'd been given in the Leaky Cauldron. Because Hagrid was a regular, there was a room made just for him about nineteen years ago, making it bigger than an average room.

"Nice!" Sirius smirked.

"Quit pacing Simba," Timon said. "Remember: Hakuna Matata."

Simba almost snorted. He'd stop pacing when Harry was back in the room. He may trust Hagrid, but his little brother was out there alone. How did Simba know that he wasn't going to get left behind?

"CONSTANT VILGILANCE!"

"Merlin Harry! I hate when you do that," Simba griped as he got back up. Harry smirked in response.

"Merlin, please tell me Alastor wasn't around school kids," Lily sighed. "How many of them needed therapy after that year?"

"What's therapy?" James and Sirius asked.

The door opened and Harry walked in with his purchases. Simba nuzzled his hand with his head.

"I'm happy to see you too," Harry smiled. In his other hand was a beautiful white owl. "Oh, wizards use owls to write to one another," Harry explained.

"Hedwig," Simba sighed, remembering the snowy owl and wishing she hadn't been part of the war.

Harry seemed slightly pensive at dinner, so when the two of them curled up together on the bed, Simba lifted his head up.

"Harry?" he asked. "You okay?"

Harry was crying a little. Scratch that, a lot. But it sounded as if he was trying to keep it quiet. Not asking anything else, Simba curled up tighter and made sure his head was right next to Harry's.

"Hey, you don't worry about a thing," Simba whispered. "I'll protect you little brother."

"You did a good job too," Harry grinned. "I just have horrid luck."

"That's an understatement," Simba smirked.

000000000000000000000

Simba, oddly enough, was just big enough to fit inside Harry's trunk along with Timon. Both protested at this though. Multiple times.

"Harry, come on! I want to walk around!" Simba huffed.

"Really? And frighten the muggles?" Fabian raised an eyebrow. "Something tells me that wouldn't be a good idea."

"You want to cause a ruddy panic?" Hagrid, who was there to help Harry on his way, huffed. "Muggles aren't used to seeing lions roaming around. At least I don't think so."

"No, they're not," Lily nodded. "Except in Zoos."

"Simba, for me?" Harry asked. Simba sighed, rolled his eyes but hopped in. As did Timon. Pumba was going to Hogwarts via Hagrid. Harry leaned down and gave Pumba a hug.

Harry roamed the station, looking for Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The lid of his trunk was slightly lifted as to give his older brother and father some air.

"Father?" James asked, slightly hurt.

"Timon practically raised me," Harry said with a small smile. "But he'll never truly replace you Dad."

James grinned at that, relaxed that his memory hadn't been discarded and replaced by a mer-cat.

"It's the same every year! Packed with muggles of course!" a woman with red hair exclaimed, and she was followed by several boys and a young girl. Harry followed to see three of the boys go through a brick wall.

"Sounds like our favorite family of redheads," Gideon grinned, nudging Arthur.

"Excuse me!" Harry cried. "Could you tell me…?

"H-how to get onto the platform?" the woman asked and Harry nodded. "Oh not to worry dear, it's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well," she pointed to the remaining boy.

"Ronnie!" Fabian grinned at the mention of his favorite nephew.

"Now all you've got to do….is run straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."

"Good luck," the girl said with a smile.

"Girl?" Molly asked in an excited tone. "We get a daughter?"

"Yeah, Ginny," Harry grinned and then sighed softly. He missed her and wished he could bring her to the Oasis. But she probably wanted nothing to do with him after the War.

Harry looked at the wall; it looked very solid and wondered what the woman was talking about. Doing as she said though, he was surprised not to hear a crash. Instead, he opened his eyes to see a bustling platform under the sign PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS.

0000000000000000000

After finding a compartment, Harry let Simba out of the trunk—along with Timon of course. Simba hopped on to the seat next to Harry. A few minutes into the trip, there came a knock on the door.

"Do you mind?" the boy from the station asked. "Everywhere else is full."

"So polite," Molly grinned.

His eyes though fell on Simba and he backed away quickly in fright.

"He won't hurt you!" Harry insisted. "Come and join us!"

The boy walked into the compartment slowly and sat across from Harry.

"I-I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley," the boy said.

"A Gryffindor," James declared. "It really takes bravery to walk into a compartment that has a lion in it."

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," Harry said with a smile. "This is Simba and Timon."

Ron smiled at the two animals but seemed to freeze when Harry said his name. "So it's true! I mean, do you really have the…the…?"

"What's that about?" Sarabi and Lily asked at the same time.

"The what?" Simba asked, wanting the boy to just spit out what he was trying to say.

"The scar," Ron said in a whisper.

"What scar?" James asked and Harry picked up his fringe to show the faded lightning bolt scar that was on his forehead.

"How'd you get that?" Sirius asked, concerned for his godson.

"I'll tell you during a break," Harry promised.

"Oh, yeah," Harry nodded and lifted up his fringe. Simba rolled his eyes.

"Wicked!" Ron gasped and smiled.

"That's the end of the chapter," Lily said with a smile. "Remus, would you like to read next?"

"Sure Lily," Remus nodded and took the papers from her.