Title: The Scrapbook of Challenges and Contest

Chapter Title: Day One - Which Sock?

Writer: Rasei

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Summary: A collection of stories that include prompts from the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum; drabbles, head canons, and other stories. May contain crack, unusual pairings, and other stuff. Now: Lyall is worry about Hope as she talks to her dead father. Or is she?

Challenges:

Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 1 prompt 1 - One fic about your OTP

Harry Potter Chapter Competition - Insanely Insane People; Chapter 1 of Book 1 - Write about the start of something new.

Hogwarts Casino 2014 Challenge/Competition - Entry Fee

Hogwarts Fair 2014 Challenge/Competition - Entry Fee

Word Count: 553


"I'm home," said Lyall, rubbed his forehead trying not to think about the job offer he got earlier that day. Hope stuck her head out of the bedroom door, and smiled at him. He walked past her, wanting to get out of his clothing, which got mud splattered earlier that day. Hope turned to watch him, fiddling with something in her pocket. Lyall frowned at how nervously his wife was, yet there seemed to be a hit of excitement in her eyes.

"Lyall, how was your day?" Hope asked, her voice trying not to show her emotions. As always, Lyall could tell through. Lyall stripped off his shirt, which cause a content sigh from Hope. Lyall turned his head slightly to see her leering. Hiding his smile, he answer,

"That hinkypunk that was terrorizing Cardiff is gone now. Also, someone from the Ministry contacted me about a job, but I'm not to sure about it."

"Daddy had a hard day today."

Lyall stopped a moment before he dropped his pants. He turn to look at his wife, who grinned at him. Hope's father died several years ago, so how could he be having a bad day? Did someone cast a spell on her?

"Did he?" he asked causally. Hope gave a twitch, then nod her head.

"Daddy did. What is a hinkypunk, anyway?"

"These nasty little buggers that like hanging out in swamps. Basically those willow-wisp in that book series you like. Where is Daddy?" Lyall asked, walking past her. She was a muggle, so he didn't have to worry about her magic.

"Daddy is standing in this room," she said, trying to hide her amusement. Lyall pulled on a pair of sweats that Hope's grandmother had bought as a Christmas present last year.

"Hope, your father is dead." His voice was gentle. Hope nodded her head, and her hands twitched in her pocket.

"I know perfectly when my father died, Lyall." Her voice was collected, and calm. He search her face for any notion that she was confused. Hope seemed to be fully aware of what was going on. It didn't seem like she was being controlled. Maybe a potion that causes the person to see things, or maybe she ate a bad mushroom or two. But there was no Daddy in the room. He didn't have children after all.

"Hope, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling great. I had the best doctor's appointment. Daddy will enjoy the information I got." Lyall frowned. Hope had caught a stomach flu of sort the last few weeks, but she seemed to ignore it half of the time.

"What kind of information will Daddy enjoy?" Hope shut her eyes then whispered,

"Which sock would you rather have, Daddy?" Hope pulled out the something she been fiddling with, and smiled nervously at her husband. Lyall froze as he realize it was a pair of two socks. One was a light blue colour and the other was pink, but that wasn't what really surprise Lyall. It was the fact that they were baby socks.

"What… Hope, do you mean…"

"Lyall, we are going to have a baby!" Hope said, her smile seem to get bigger. Lyall laughed, and gathered his Hope into his arms. He might have to take that job after all, just to support his new child.