Disclaimer- I do not own the AMAZING world of Harry Potter, that all belongs to JK Rowling. (Even though I wish I do!)
A/N: I want to thank my beta, "I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up 2 No Good" (with no spaces, wasn't working that way) for reading over my story and helping me think of ideas!
A Week of Out of Control Youngsters
Chapter 1
The Visitor
It was Sunday evening, Mrs. Potter was humming Lily to sleep in her lap. The three year old curled into a ball and gave her mother a small grin. Ginny pulled a strand of red hair from Lily's small head and put it behind her small ear. Harry walked down the steps looking frustrated.
"They won't go to sleep! I've told them at least ten times!" Harry complained.
Ginny heard a loud crack come through the hallway upstairs. She peered up and saw seven year old James flying around wildly on his toy broom while five year old Albus sat on the ground staring at him curiously.
Ginny laughed, "You can take Lily, and I'll talk to them."
She stood up and passed Lily over to Harry. Harry sighed in relief and sat down with her in his arms. Soon Lily woke up and started to whine when she realized that her mother had left. Her father hummed quietly to her and she gave him the same grin that she had given mother and slowly fell asleep.
Ginny walked up the wooden steps as James and Albus quickly ran into James's room which was the closest. She picked up the broom left in the hall and carried it into the seven year old's room with her. James jumped into his bed and Albus smiled shyly at her.
"I think it's your bed time," said Ginny as she put the toy broom back on its shelf.
James pretended to be sleeping and snored loudly.
"Albus, back to your room," Ginny said picking him up and closing James's door. Albus rested his head on his mother's shoulder as she carried him into his room. When they arrived he jumped down and hopped into his little bed.
"Mama can you put my rocket away?" Albus sighed asked yawning.
"I suppose so," Ginny said getting out her wand. She pointed it to the rocket and swished it as she said, "Wingardium Leviosa."
Albus stared in amazement as she steadily pointed it over to the shelf and flicked it down into place.
"Can you put my book away?" Albus pointed to the Tales of Beetle and the Bard.
Ginny laughed, "Get some rest darling."
She tucked Albus in and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night," She said as she closed the door on her way out.
Ginny walked down the stairs and sat next to Harry on the couch. Lily had already been put in her room and they were alone in the living room.
"How was work today?" Mrs. Potter asked Mr. Potter.
"Normal," Harry answered, "but Ron wasn't there today."
"Hmmm," Ginny sighed. Her brother and friend came over at least three times a week with their two children who were three and five. The youngsters loved to play with each other, but seemed to make a big mess which the four adults (Hermione insisted that Ron and herself helped) had to clean up.
"That's odd." Ginny stated. Hermione always let them know when something happened with Ron or herself.
"They'll probably send an owl over soon." Harry assured her.
"Are you hungry?" Ginny asked.
"I'm a little thirsty," Harry answered.
Ginny got up and headed over to the kitchen. She found a pitcher of pumpkin juice in the fridge and poured it into a small glass. As she handed it to him, there was a loud knock on the door
"Did you invite someone over?" Harry asked Ginny as he bent down to take a sip from the juice.
"No," she answered.
"I'll get it," Harry said standing up. He walked over to the door still holding his pumpkin juice. When Harry opened the door he was shocked to see Hermione standing there. She reached up and hugged him and then said, "Hello Harry, I hope that this isn't a bad time to come."
"No, it's fine. Come in!" Harry said smiling. "We just got the kids in bed."
"Oh, I hope that I don't wake them up." Hermione sighed.
"Harry do I hear Hermione?" Ginny called from the living room.
"Yep," Harry replied. Ginny walked towards the door and Hermione gave her a tight hug. The three adults made their way towards the couch.
"Do you have any plans this week? Maybe we could all have dinner here." Ginny said taking Harry's now empty glass to the sink.
"Well, I was actually wondering what you were doing this week." said Hermione.
"Harry has work and I'll be home with the kids. Why do you ask?" Ginny questioned.
"Oh thank goodness that you're home!" Hermione cried. "Ron has been developing a horrid rash and it turns out it's spattergroit! He has to stay at St. Mungos for the week and the kids can't stay at the Burrow because Auntie Muriel is staying there for a visit! You remember the last time she got a hold of Rose. It was nightmares for weeks; I promised her she'd never have to see the old goat ever again. I have to go with Ron so I have no choice but to intrude upon your week and have them stay here!"
"We would love to have them for the week Hermione." Ginny said smiling. "Did he catch it from the ghoul?" Harry laughed.
"Harry!" Ginny said glaring at him. Hermione brushed aside Harry's comment, but offered a smirk in remembrance of the ghoul in pajamas who Ron had transformed as his own body double with spattergroit while the three of them were off hunting for horcruxes.
"So can I drop them off late morning then?"
"Of course!" Ginny assured her.
"Thank you so much! I'm sorry for the late notice! Dad is staying with the kids just for tonight, but anyway I can't stay longer, I have to go check on Ron," Hermione said starting to stand up.
"Tell Ron we said 'hi' and to start feeling better." Harry said.
"Yeah, and tell him that he's a git for coming down with one of the rarest and most ridiculous disease," Ginny added while walking with her to the door accompanied by Harry. All three of them broke out in laughter as they said a quick goodbye. Hermione hugged both of them and disapperated.
Ginny and Harry were both exhausted, but knew that the week ahead of them would be much worse.
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