"Uncle Harry!" A small boy flung himself at Harry Potter as he stepped through the door.
"Hey bud," Harry said, ruffling Hugo Weasley's hair.
"Hello Harry," Hermione said, emerging from the hall. "Hugo, what have I told you about opening the door? How do you know who is coming in? It's dangerous."
"Mum," Hugo whined.
"Hermione, lighten up," Harry whined.
"Alright, alright. Enough, both of you," she commanded sternly, giving the two a hard look.
"Fine," Hugo surrendered. Harry nodded his head emphatically, much like a child.
"Thank you. Now, you two be good. Rose and I will be back in approximately three hours." Hermione left them in the living room, entering a bedroom. "Come Rose, we musn't be late."
"M'kay," Rose could be heard saying.
The mother and daughter both walked out the door. Hugo and Harry watched innocently as they disappeared behind the closed door. As soon as the door clicked shut Hugo jumped up excitedly.
"What are we doing today?"
"Well," Harry said thoughtfully. He stroked an invisible beard. "I thought we could try something Muggle today."
"Sweet!"
"Yes," Harry agreed. He pulled from his pocket a small bag. He reached down into it, his arm almost fully disappearing, and pulled from it a couple jars and some odd brushes. Hugo looked at him oddly. "Undetectable extension charm on the bag. I learned it from your mum actually."
"What are those?" Hugo asked excitedly, pointing to the jars and brushes.
"Paint and paint brushes."
Hugo stared at him blankly. "Here," Harry said, "I'll demonstrate."
He walked into the study and emerged with a handful of Hermione's Muggle parchment.
"This is Muggle art. They do it by hand. You simply dip the brush into the paint and use it to place the paint on the paper." Harry showed Hugo how to dip the brush and then swipe it across the paper in different strokes.
"Wow!" Hugo exclaimed excitedly, grabbing a brush.
They spent the whole time painting pictures.
When Hermione came home with Rose, she was attacked by a small boy as well.
"Mum! Mum! Look what Uncle Harry showed me!" He waved his arm to direct her attention to the mess of paints on her kitchen counter.
"This one I painted for you," he said, distracting her from her ruined counters and Harry's innocent expression. She turned to look at the picture thrust in her face.
Smiling up at her was four stick figures. Three with red heads and one with brown. Two had hair to their waists and seemed to be wearing dresses. They were standing in front of an tall, unstable structure which could only be the Burrow. A picture of their family.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears at the sight of the simple gesture and she gave Hugo a hug. She pulled herself up and went to go hang it on the wall.
As her back turned, Rose could see Harry and Hugo high-fiving. She rolled her eyes. Some things would never change.
I made a few minor changes to go with the reviews... I don't like to do this, but. . .