AN: This story takes place two years after the epilogue, which means that James is 15, Albus is 13, and Lily is 11. The name of Harry's wife is purposely left unspoken, so that you can decide for yourself who it is.

"Dad!"

"Can't you kids just go to bed without fighting!"

"Lily's hogging the bathroom!"

"Beauty takes time Albus!"

"Then what's your excuse?"

"James! Be nice!"

"But dad-"

"No buts James, apologize,"

"Fine. Sorry, brat."

"Dad!"

"James!"

As much as he hated it, this was a normal occurance in Harry's home. Having three children made simple things, like going to bed, quite difficult.

"Harry, dear?"

Harry recognized the tone in his wife's voice, a tone that promised pain, suffering, and a night on the couch.

"Yes, my lovely, patient, and beautiful wife?"

"If they aren't quiet, and in bed, in ten minutes, you sleep on the couch. Got it?"

Yep, sometimes being harry potter isn't all it's cracked up to be.

"Yes, my love."

Feeling very irritated, Harry shouted "Living room now! Bring a blanket, and a pillow!"

"Yes, dad." Three voices responded.

In just a few minutes, the potter children had assembled in living room.

"All right, since the three of you can't seem to get to bed on your own, I'm going to help. Now, lay out your bedding and get comfortable, I'm going to tell a story."

"But dad," James whined. "Me and Al are too old for bedtime stories."

"Well then you should also be too old to not go to bed on your own. And since you seem to struggle with that, you get to hear a story."

Harry cleared his throat. "Now, once upon a-"

"Really dad?" Albus spoke. "Your going to start it like that?"

"Who's telling this story? Oh, right, me. Now as I was saying, once upon a time..."