Hey everybody! So, this is my second Next Generation fic ever, so...yeah. It's about just another day in the Weasley house. So, here we go!
Once upon a time, there was a banana. Just kidding. Who starts a Harry Potter story with once upon a time, anyway? And, that sentence isn't even true for this story! A more accurate beginning would be: 'Once upon a time, there were no bananas.' That has a nice ring to it. Let's start with that. Here we go:
Once upon a time, there were no bananas. Don't be worried, all you people who like bananas, there are still bananas in the world. But on this day, there happened to be no bananas in the Weasley house. Three year old Hugo sat in his high chair, looking at his raspberries in despair.
"Mummy! I no want de razburry."
Hermione smiled.
"Oh, yes, Hugo. You want the raspberries very much. Because they are delicious, and full of manganese, and folate, and dietary fiber."
Hugo made a face.
"Di-try fibber, thas yuck, Mummy! Banana is yum! Me want a banana!"
"No, no, Hugo, dietary fiber is good for you! It lowers your Triglycerides, and reduces the risk of colon cancer."
"Co-on canseh? What dat?" Hugo asked interestedly.
Ron, who had been watching the whole scene from the door of the kitchen, grinned lovingly at his son.
"He's just like you, Hermione. Always asking questions."
Hermione smiled at her husband, and then turned back to Hugo.
"Now, Hugo, don't try to distract me. You have to eat the raspberries. They are so delicious! See," Hermione demonstrated, popping a berry into her mouth, "Mmm, these are so yummy!"
Hugo squinted at her, as if he was analyzing whether or not she was telling the truth. He seemed to think she was being honest, because he apprehensively picked up a berry, and slowly put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up.
"Tis good, Mummy! Tis dlish-us! Now you give me banana?"
"We don't have any bananas, Hugo," Hermione said, as she looked over and realized the absence of any kind of banana.
"Yes, we do. I see'd it in da morning! It wad…over by de dish-washer, Mummy!" he insisted.
Ron walked over to look for the said banana.
"Hermione," he whispered, "There's no banana! What do we do?"
"We tell him so!" Hermione said calmly, looking at Hugo, "Hugo, honey, there's no banana here."
"Yes dere is!"
"No, Hugo. There is no banana."
Hugo burst into tears.
"But, but, de banana, it give me po-tuh-tassyum!"
"That's right, Hugo. Bananas do give you potassium. But right now, we don't have a banana."
Hugo wailed.
"No, don't cry, Hugo!" Ron said consolingly, "Daddy will go buy you a banana tomorrow!"
Hugo's cries persisted.
And at this convenient moment, four year old Rose walked in, holding a banana peel. Hugo looked at her in horror.
"Rosie took my banana!" he cried out, "Bad Rosie, took my 'nana. Bad, bad Rosie."
"What did I do!" Rose protested.
"Hugo seemed very convinced that that particular banana belonged to him," Hermione explained.
"Why?" Rose asked, "It was just sitting there!"
"Hugo just really wanted to eat a banana today. I'm not sure why, but he just really wanted to. And that was the last banana in the whole house," Ron said.
Hugo whimpered.
"No 'nana for Hugo!"
"Oh dear," Hermione muttered under her breath, "Here we go again."
While everyone was absorbed in Rose and Hugo's argument, Hermione slipped an apple behind her back, and quickly transfigured it into a banana.
"Look Hugo, look what Mummy found!" she said, holding out the apple-turned-banana.
"BANANA!" Hugo shrieked with joy.
Ron gave Hermione a knowing look before leaving the kitchen.
So, what did you think? If you enjoyed it, look for Rose and the Pink Frosted Cookie! And please review, while you're at it. Because you'll really make my day.
