A Day in the Potter Household

Mr. and Mrs. Potter, of number seven, Godric's Hollow, were proud to say that they were a happy family, thank you very much. They were, however, the first people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because things of that nature tended to happen around them.

Mr. Potter was the Head of the Auror Department, which caught Dark Wizards. He was a slightly short, skinny man, with messy jet black hair and bright green eyes. Mrs. Potter had fiery red hair and warm, chocolate eyes, which matched her love for baking things for her children.

The Potters had three kids, James, Albus, and Lily, and in their opinion there were no finer children anywhere.

The Potters had everything they wanted, but they also had a dark history, and they wanted it to stay where it was. Mr. Potter was always being badgered by news reporters about his role in the Battle of Hogwarts and the demise of Voldemort.

When Mr. and Mrs. Potter woke up on the bright, sunny Tuesday our story starts. Mr. Potter hummed as he picked out his brightest robes for work, and Mrs. Potter listened to the radio as all of the children (plus Teddy Lupin, Mr. Potter's godson) sat down for breakfast.

At half past eight, Mr. Potter picked up his wand, kissed Mrs. Potter on the cheek, hugged his children goodbye, and Flooed to the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Potter had a normal day. He caught five different Death Eaters. He sent several important owls. He was in a very good mood by the time he went home.

Mrs. Potter had also had a normal day. She told him over lunch all about how Teddy and James had gone flying and how Lily had learned a new word ("Mum!"). When James, Albus, and Lily had been put to bed, and Teddy had gone back home, Mr. Potter went into the living room to read the Daily Prophet:

"The Boy-Who-Lived has been sighted at a café with the Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger! Are they cheating on their partners? For more, see page 8."

Mr. Potter sighed. He was completely used to getting in the news for every little thing he did. He hated it, but was used to it.

Mrs. Potter came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. He decided to say something to her, if only to tell her it was false. "Er—Gin, you know the latest edition of the Daily Prophet? Er, it's fake."

"I know, Harry. I've learned long ago not to listen to the Prophet about anything concerning you. Okay?"

Mr. Potter nodded as Mrs. Potter sipped her tea.

The Potters got into bed and fell asleep quickly. Mr. Harry James Potter was proud of the little niche he had carved for himself after the war.

How happy they all were.