"Harry Potter! Come back here this instant!" Minerva McGonagall yelled at her adopted son of 4 years. She had adopted him his 14th birthday, well, and to say that he's a horror is a definite understatement.
"What's with the yelling, darling." A sleepy eyed Albus Dumbledore emerged from the room the duo shared. They are married for 50 years already, and Albus Dumbledore still doesn't know when is it to shut up.
"You! Don't you get me started. WHERE did you put my scarf?" Minerva spun around at the new voice.
"Scarf my dear? I think you left it at the picnic last year." Albus replied mildly, backing slowly into the living room
"Don't you 'my dear' me now, Albus Dumbledore! I'm am severely pissed and here you are 'my dearing' me. You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight!" Minerva screamed.
Albus reached the safety of the living room and opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it as a certain Harry Potter came running past him.
"Sorry dad got to run. Mum's on the war path." Yelled Harry Potter as he sped past his dad, as though training for a sprint. Not too soon, a furious Minerva McGonagall ran past.
Albus shook his head and smiled. It was Easter Sunday and yet here is Minerva chasing Harry over god knows what.
"What did you do, Harry?" He shouted over the rampant chaos.
"Um… I'm not sure. I think I might have accidentally left Ginny's Easter egg on the toilet seat." He yelled in return.
Albus sighed. Can't his boy just use his brain for once? Tabby cats and Chocolate eggs do not go well at all. Not at all indeed.
The duo ran past him again, and this time, Albus made an attempt to catch Minerva. He blindly grabbed, and !oops! grabbed Harry. Minerva skidded to a stop next to Dumbledore. Fearing for his safety, he used an arm to stop Minerva from reaching over to Harry.
"What happened, Minerva?" He asked, curiously, eyes twinkling.
"This… this…" Minerva paused, clearly struggling to find an appropriate word. "This moron… left his girlfriend's easter egg on the toilet seat. When I sat on it…" Minerva trailed off, blushing furiously.
Albus eyes twinkled.
"So that's why you are mad at Harry, I suppose." He mentioned conversationally.
"Mad? I'm more than mad!" Minerva screamed furiously, clawing at Harry, obviously missing.
"Well, I didn't mean to leave it on the toilet seat. Sorry mum." Harry muttered.
Minerva calmed down as the words register in her mind.
"I'm sorry too, Harry."
Albus let go of the duo, and went off to find some of his favorite sweets, Sherbet lemons.
Five minutes later…. "Who stole my Sherbet lemons?" thundered from Albus's and Minerva's shared room.
Minerva and Harry winked at each other conspiringly, a bag smelling suspiciously of lemons exchanged hands.
Happy Easter Sunday, how ironic.