What in the…?
A/N: Characters do not belong to me...sadly!
"Mum! Daddy!" a high pitched scream sounded. Both Severus and Hermione ran into the sitting room, only to find their thirteen-year-old daughter surrounded by their seventeen-year-old twin sons. The boys apparently had something in their hands.
"What in Merlin's bloody grave is going on in here!" yelled Severus, causing both Leviathan and Keenan to jump. Both boys looked in the direction of the yell, and found their father glaring at them, arms folded.
"Dad!" they replied in unison, acting as if nothing happened.
"What in great Slytherin's name is going on in here?" asked Severus.
"Don't use Slytherin's name in vain, Dad," Leviathan began.
"Yeah, it'll have him rolling in his grave!" continued Keenan.
"Shut up, you two! I didn't raise you to act like a bunch of Weasleys!"
The twins just stared at Severus.
"What's wrong, honey?" asked Hermione, entering the room behind Severus.
"The boys won't leave me alone, Mum!" cried Deidre.
"We want to know what these are for!" snapped Keenan, holding up at folded piece of paper. Severus walked over to the boys and took the papers from both of their hands. He then returned to Hermione's side and handed her one of the papers. After they unfolded them and read them, Severus looked back at his children.
"All three of you! Leave!"
Levi, Keenan, and Deidre left the room, although rather reluctantly. After they left, Severus looked at his wife of seventeen years.
"Did that Potter kid just ask the twins if he could see my daughter?"
Hermione nodded.
"Why?"
Hermione just shrugged.