The Incredible Babysitter Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine or Fred would have ended up with Hermione, not dead. And the Incredible's Edna would have had more screen time.

Wow! Where did all of you come from?! It's only been a couple hours, but geez! Thanks for favoriting and following, guys! And after this chapter, it's going to be more like drabbles to span the 3 years until the beginning of the Incredibles, where I'll get more into the plotline.


Harry watched as the moving van pulled up to the house across the street. It had just recently gone onto the market after Mr. and Mrs. Frawley had decided to move to Florida. He watched as a large, blonde man got out of the car that had been following the van and started directing the movers. The movers had just grabbed the couch when a small, blonde boy popped out of the backseat of the car and, like an eager little bunny, started running around. Wow. The kid's fast. Harry's eyebrows began to rise as the kid picked up speed until his mother called him back to the car. The brunette with a bob cut handed the boy a box and ushered him towards the house. A young raven-haired girl who looked like she was ready to start the teenage moodiness early had grabbed a box out of the car as well and walked up the drive and had almost reached the door when the young boy dashed back out the door and almost ran into his sister. It looked like she was getting ready to start on a rant before the mom intervened again and separated them.

Harry watched for a few more moments before he shrugged and went back into his kitchen to fix himself some lunch. After all, it wasn't like they'd have much to do with him.

Later that night, Harry looked across the street and saw the boy running around the living room. Harry smiled as he started to turn away before his head snapped back. Was that … a miniature tornado? In the living room? Then a flash of purple light and the tornado stopped as the boy bounced off a … shield? Then he tried to tackle something beyond the window. Suddenly, a flesh colored … rope? … was pushing the boy back and another grabbed the blinds and shut them. Harry stared blankly at the shutters for another minute or so as he tried to process what he just saw. Then he looked down at his beer. It was a new brand. He hadn't tried it before. Harry walked over to the sink and poured it down the drain before heading up to bed since he was obviously tired and that beer was definitely screwing with him.

A week later, there was another barbeque being hosted by the McKeen's and Harry was invited again. He put the drinks and ice in the ice chest and cast a Featherlight Charm before he lugged it down the street. As Harry was expecting, the McKeens had invited the new family. Seeing Harry enter the backyard, Michael waved to him.

"Harry, set the drinks over here!" Michael gestured towards the table he had set up before turning to the large blonde man that was beside him. "Bob, this is Harry Potter. He moved here about 6 months ago." Michael's eyes flicked back over to Harry. "Harry, this is Robert Parr. He, his wife Helen and their kids, Violet and Dash moved in just this last week."

Smiling, Robert held out his hand to Harry. "It's nice to meet you, Harry. Feel free to call me Bob." Smiling back, Harry took Bob's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Bob. Welcome to the neighborhood. It's rather peaceful around here, disregarding Michael's attempts to tinker with his machines," Harry said tossing a teasing grin in Michael's direction.

Michael rolled his eyes. "No respect from kids these days, no respect," he muttered with a gleam of amusement in his eyes. With a clap to Harry's shoulder, he said "I'll leave you two to get to know each other. I've got to go set up the grill." With that, Michael ambled off.

"So," Harry said as he turned back to Bob, "What brought you to this neighborhood? A new job?" Bob shifted uncomfortably.

"Um, something like that." Bob looked a bit … sheepish? Embarrassed? "It was just time for a change for us." Harry looked at him for a minute, then nodded.

"I got it, mate." He then leaned over and dug a pop out of the cooler and handed to Bob. "So, do you have a favorite sports team?" Bob gave Harry a relieved smile and begun to relax as they chatted.

Eventually, Harry and Bob broke off to mingle with other people. Harry was grabbing some dessert when he saw a small hand pop up from under the table and began groping around the top, searching for sweets. Amused, Harry watched for a few moments as the hand started moving faster and slapping at the table a few times. Letting out a soft chuckle, Harry pushed a plate of cookies closer to the hand and heard a shout of triumph from beneath the table before a blonde blur took off from under the table to behind a tree, taking the entire plate of cookies with him.

Harry had just taken a bite of his cupcake when he heard a horrified shout come from behind the tree. Harry and some of the other party goers all looked over in concern and Harry was about to go check on the kid when he heard "It's oatmeal raisin! ALL of them!" Harry couldn't help but snort in laughter that rapidly turned into coughing and trying to get the bits of cupcake that got stuck in his nose out.

Just as he managed to get himself back under control, someone held out a bottle of water for him. Harry took it and looked at who just handed it to him. Smiling gratefully, he took a swig and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Parr." Helen smiled and said,

"It's no problem. It sounds like it was Dash's fault anyway." Harry let out a laugh.

"Yeah, as unintentional as it was. I'm Harry," he said as he held out a hand for her to shake.

Helen took his hand with a smile and said"Please, Harry, call me Helen." Nodding, Harry gestured to a pair of nearby chairs.

"Did you want to sit down, Helen?" Pleased, Helen nodded.

As Harry and Helen settled into their chairs, Harry noticed the blonde blur, who he assumed was Dash, sneak back over to the desert table and drop the plate of cookies back onto the table looking indignant as he swiped the plate of cupcakes instead. "Dash," Helen called out warningly. He looked over, pouted, put the plate back and only took two before he skulked off.

"I'm sorry about him," Helen sighed.

"No, it's fine. It's funny to watch," Harry said with a chuckle. "Does he always get up to antics like that?"

Helen let out an exasperated laugh and said, "Often enough."

"Does his sister Violet do the same?" Harry asked curiously. Helen shook her head.

"No, Violet has always been on the quiet side. Still just as hard to keep track of," Helen said with a sly, little smile. "She just disappears sometimes to get her space."

"Sounds like she's started being a teenager early," Harry chuckled. "Oh, I won't deny that. She's always been a bit more mature than Dash."

Harry and Helen continued chatting for a while longer before the party started to wind down. Harry waved Helen off as she collected her kids and her husband as Harry himself grabbed his cooler and headed on home himself. Before he settled into bed, he looked over at the Parr's house again and saw a perfectly normal family. Harry laughed to himself. He really did just imagine that first night then. If he hadn't fallen asleep, he would have seen Violet's head disappear, leaving only her shirt visible.

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