It was the day of Harriet's 12th birthday party. All of her friends from school had come to celebrate with here and her parents. Her school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and her parents, Luna and Harry Potter. That's right, the one and only Harry Potter. Just shortly after his 7th year, at the school his daughter is now attending, he, his friends, and members of the Order of the Phoenix destroyed a most evil wizard known to all wizard folk, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, also known as the Dark Lord, of "Voldemort."
"Hermione please. Do you have to say that around the kids?" Ronald 'Ron' Weasley, one of Harry's best friends, shivered when Hermione Wesley, Harry's other school friend mentioned the Dark Lord's true name.
"Oh please Ron, he's gone and he never coming back. Harry finished him for good."
"With the help of us, and the other Order members," came a familiar voice.
"Yeah little brother, trust your wife for once. She knows what she's talking about." George and Fred Weasley, Ron's older twin brother sat down together on the couch.
A girl with dark auburn hair looked back and forth between the talking adults. Her name was Hillary Quiton, she was also in her second year at Hogwarts, and one of Harriet's best friends. "Tell us more Mr. Weasley," all three of the Weasley brother looked to Hillary. George leaned in to the group of kids gathered around.
"Well, if you must know the most daring this Harry did--"
"George no! I don't want you talking about anything of the old days. The last thing I need is to hear complaints from their parents." Harry came into the living room from the kitchen. "Remember last year at Harriet's birthday party. I don't think I need to remind you of all the owls I've gotten about your Snack Boxes."
"Sorry mate. Alright kiddies, you heard him. Story time is over," all the kids groaned in disappointment.