This story was once known as Harry Severus Potter. I was hoping for everyone that read the original story would tell me what you feel like should be changed or kept in the story.
Disclaimer - Harry Potter doesn't belong to me or any of the characters.
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An old man was sitting in his chair with his wife on his right side. Both were reading books. The woman was reading a book written by their eldest child, who is a famous writer. Her husband was rereading one of the books that he had for a while. The couple was sitting in their living room, waiting for people to show up. It was Saturday, around noon. The sun was shining through their windows in the living room, where the two chairs faced the fireplace. The couple were holding hands while reading. Sometimes, they would exchange a few words but they mostly read.
The woman had beautiful wavy white hair that came down to her shoulders. However, some friends and family could still see a little auburn in her hair, indicating that when she was young, she was a redhead. She still had the eye color she was born with. Bright green. A color that she passed down only to one of her children. Her husband had straight black hair that covered his ears a little. His bright black eyes shone with intelligence, that was mirrored in the same identical eyes of two of his three children.
Everything was quiet in their home and they sat in a comfortable silence until they heard three pairs of footsteps loudly coming through the door from outside the room.
"GRANDMUM! GRANDDAD!"
The couple looked at each other with a smile on their lips before they looked at the doorway, where they saw their three grandchildren, the children of the couple's eldest son. Two boys and one girl.
The eldest had straight white-blonde hair with hazel-grey eyes. He was fifteen-years-old. He got his looks from his mother's side of the family instead of his father's. He didn't mind either since girls loved the way he looked. People would call him a "bad boy" because he often refused to follow rules. If he could, he would dress like a "bad boy," but unfortunately he couldn't since his school had a dress code and a uniform, which he hated with a passion.
The second boy had straight greasy hair and his grandmother's bright green eyes. He was thirteen-years-old. His grandparents on both sides of the family said that he was just like his father and looked just like him. He liked to follow rules and made sure that his brother followed them too. His brother called him "The Golden Boy" because of this and because he loved having their parents tell him how proud they were of him.
The last grandchild had wavy white-blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and hazel green eyes. She was eleven-years-old. She was a mix of both of her parents. She loved both to break and to follow rules. Her brothers called her "The Golden Princess" because she was "Daddy's little girl". She could get away with almost anything because their father didn't like to be too hard on her.
The woman stood up and hugged her grandchildren.
"How are you three?"
"We are great! Dad told us that you and granddad could tell us about how you two got together and stories about dad when he was in school", the youngest grandson said excitedly with a smile on his lips.
The woman laughed and sat back down while her grandchildren sat by their grandparents with a keen expression on their faces.
The woman looked at her husband and asked: "What do you think, Severus? Should we tell them some stories about their father when he was at Hogwarts?"
The man, Severus, smirked and said: "Of course".
He placed the book on the coffee table and leaned forward with a smirk on his lips. Then he began: "Well, let's start at the beginning when your grandmum and I got together. Everything began in 1976, it was a sunny day..."