Hi! I'm Ellie from The Seven's Awkward Questions. I'm making a story on HP because I've been reminded of my childhood OBSESSION. Still OBSESSION. Alan Rickman has recently passed away and I am distraught. Anyway WELCOME!
Harry Potter woke up after a night of nightmares. Yawning, he got up to find a sleeping child cuddled up in a blanket. He smiled at his daughter then entered the bathroom to get dressed and ready for work.
Meanwhile in the other room, James woke up by a text from his cousin Teddy.
"Hey James. Are you awake? Tell my godfather that I'm going to come early for Sunday lunch. Okay, see you. Bye!"
'DAD,' he groaned, as he headed downstairs.
Ginny was already in the kitchen, scrambling up some bacon and eggs.
'Good Morning James. What do you want this early?'
'Ah, Teddy is coming early. He said to tell Dad,' he yawned.
James swaggered sleepily into the living room and jumped lazily on the sofa, just as Albus jumped nimbly down the stairs.
'Morning Mommy,' he hugged his mother and headed directly to his special spot where he cuddled up and started reading a book.
Ginny served up breakfast on plates and smiled at her boys.
'James. Please get off the sofa and try to read?'
'Noo…'
Harry came downstairs carrying a little girl.
'Do I smell bacon?'
'YES! BACON AND EGGS!' Lily jumped down, grinned and ran to the table.
'Breakfast is served boys!' Ginny yelled. She had grown up knowing that in the Weasley family, if you want attention you have to yell. Her boys and Lily had taken on the same tactic.