A short Drabble about the mischief of Fred, Dominique and James, the next Golden Trio of Hogwarts. My submission for The Musical Chair Competition for 'I have a feeling I'm not going to like the explanation for this.' Enjoy!
"James?! Dominique?! Fred?! What on earth are you doing?!" An ageing Harry Potter yells. At 40 years old, his hair was slightly greying, his face had a wrinkle or two on, his body not in the shape it once was.
They all turned around, shocked. It was Christmas Eve and the scene before him was not the one he wanted to see; all three of them dressed, the window open and Dominique's right leg swinging out the window, her wand in her back pocket. Fred and James both hand backpacks on their back and all three of them had a mischievous look on their face.
"Well, you see Uncle Harry..." Dominique began, swinging her leg back in the window, flashing me one of her award winning smiles, the charm seeping.
"Stop Dom," Harry cuts her off, "I've known you since you were born, I know when you're going to charm someone. Now, the real story." He says, looking at them.
They all exchanged worried glances, attempting to mouth to each other without Harry noticing. With nervous, forced smiles on their face, they turned towards Harry.
"I have a feeling I'm not going to like the explanation for this." He sighed.
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