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"Mum, I want the TV remote."
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"WHY!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at her daughter.
"Because, Raven," She said, frowning. "You haven't tidied your room like I asked you to."
Raven sighed and stomped upstairs. Harry sat on the sofa next to her.
"Morning, Love," he said, yawning. Hermione smiled.
"Morning babe." She smiled, kissing him tenderly.
Harry looked past Hermione's shoulder. "Jacob, go do your homework."
"But I don't wanna."
"Tough, go do it."
Jacob, aged eleven, stomped off upstairs, similar to his five year old sister. Jacob resembled his mother, with brown frizzy hair and face shape, however his eyes were hazel. Raven had (surprisingly) Raven black hair, soft and bouncy, with startlingly green eyes. Harry smiled, and put his hand on Hermione's stomach, which was eight months along.
Yes, today was a good day.