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Story notes:

-Let's pretend that the Buckingham Palace is Hogwarts. LOL

-I want to clarify that Lily, the Parents of Harry, Ron and my additional, Danielle Potter, is also deceased before the start of the story. So sorry about that...

-So that means, yes, James is a single father.

Anyways, Enjoy!

Chapter 2: the Royal Family

~Hogwarts Castle, London England

"I just couldn't believe that after so many years, it's just now that Harry would tell us about this. I couldn't grasp that he had held that secret to himself for such a long span of years!" Albus Dumbledore Potter, king of England, is utterly feeling betrayed by his grandson, Harry James Potter.

"My dear, I feel what you are feeling right now. But you should understand that Harry is just in the middle of every difficult thing that time. He doesn't know what his doing! And for Christ sake, he is so young that time." Minerva McGonagall Potter, Queen of England, sympathetically said. As a mother, she can easily understand the ways of a child.

It's almost twelve in the midnight; the King and the Queen, who occupies the Hogwarts Castle by their own, find it hard to sleep. They are arguing, talking, and understanding, and feeling so very excited about the said topic.

Well, just after their dinner, the butler announced that their grandson, Prince Harry arrived. Harry lives with his Dad, the Duke of Gryffindor, but their house is just two hour drive away from the Palace. They said that they want a Palace-like house of their own, much to the King and the Queen's dismay.

Harry told his grandparents about the secret he had kept for a long time now, a secret about his favourite brother, Prince Ronald.

"He told me that he couldn't accept to marry that blasted girl Parkinson, and for god sake grandpa-,"

"Your words my dear," Queen Minerva, cut him off to warn him.

"Sorry, so yeah, grandma, he told me that he would escape this place, so escape he did. I helped him, to get out of our house; it's a very difficult situation really-,"

"OF COURSE IT IS!" King Albus shouted

Harry flinched, he loves his grandfather and grandmother so much because they are the ones he could always confide in, but really, a king can be scary when he wants to be.

"Yeah I know gramps, so, by the help of his aircraft pilot friend, he had easily flow off to America, and then there, the details are in that file. Which you already read, and we are going to have children in the palace! Great, isn't it?" Harry said jovially, thinking that his grandparents would just forget about the tragic accident that happened to his beloved brother, and think about their grandchildren.

"But Minerva, do you think that girls would like it in here?" Albus suddenly asks, after he had finished pondering the face of his grandson, Harry, when he was telling them the story.

"Of course they would, Ronald is a very joyful person, he appreciates everything around him, well, of course not that wedding to that blasted-!"

"Your words, my love," King Albus sweetly tap her wife's lips. They both shared a chuckle.

"But I'm pretty sure they would really love it in here... Oh we forgot! We need to arrange and settle the girls, where would they stay? I also need to know their favourite colours! I need to buy them new clothes-!"

"Darling, perhaps, you can settle it all in your dreams tonight." King Albus said, putting off his glasses and placing it gently on his expensive nightstand.

"King Albus Dumbledore! How dare you tease me so? You know I always want to have grandchildren! And girls to be precise."

King Albus laughed at her wife's antics, closing his eyes with a smile, thinking what he would do if the girls would be in their house.

Queen Minerva stood up and immediately took a call to her secretary, asking the thirty year old woman, to plan and prepare everything that would make her 'stranger' granddaughters feel at home at the Palace.

She's also wondering how the girls handled living in a place like that apartment. Well, Ronald lived in such a place too. Queen Minerva shuddered at the image that came to her mind, a cockroach.

~ Marauders Mansion, London, England

"I know right? It's bloody stupid of them. I love my mom, really, but come on, arranging me off to a marriage even if I'm not even born! That's plain stupidity."

Prince Harry Potter indignantly said, as he moved his Pawn three steps towards the enemy's territory.

"Yep, but it's not stupidity when, the said girl looks somewhat like Megan Fox or perhaps, Rose Huntington-Whitely?"

Neville Longbottom said moving his Queen to kill, or rather eat the white chess's Pawn; he is the son and heir of the owner of the biggest shipping company in all Europe. Harry is his best mate and partner in crime. They pretty much grew up together.

"Nah, they're too skinny! Check mate." Harry chuckled proudly as he cornered Neville's king on a game of chess. Neville groaned and suddenly messed the chessboard and chess pieces with his hands.

"I win."

"Okay, you're the boss. But I pity you," Neville said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head.

"Yeah, why's that?"

"Well, first, you're going to be a dad to two teenage girls, and then that arrange marriage. And then,"

"Shut up, I'm not going to be a dad! They're just my nieces."

"I know, but it pretty much sums up that you are going to be responsible for them."

"What the hell do you know womanizer?" Harry chuckled at his friend.

"I know? Well, I know I've gotta go, you know, have my way to my lovely supermodel girlfriend, Ginny, and think about how pitiful my best friend is because she doesn't have one."

"I shagged Fleur Delacour!" Harry shouted at Neville's face as he waved goodbye at him.

Harry isn't the kiss-and-tell type of guy, but when it comes to Neville, who has a supermodel and actress girlfriend, he couldn't help but boast that he had once slept with the French beauty queen, model, and a ballet dancer, Fleur Delacour. To be honest with himself; Fleur is the only girl he had slept with, and she's the first one he had lost his virginity too. But that was long time ago.

And it seems that, Harry has been the one to be left broken and unmoving when they broke up. At that time he totally and utterly loved Fleur, but she is cheating behind his back. And now she's carrying a child of a business man.

Shaking the bad and sad thoughts out of his mind, he walked over to his desk, opened his laptop and scanned the pictures that his brother Ron sent to him when he was still alive.

He carefully and appreciatively looked at the pictures, his nieces got the hair and the beautiful face of their mother; their eyes are resemblance of both Lavender and Ron.

They're such beautiful children.

He opened the file folder of the latest pictures that he had received from a secret agent he hired.

The girls are now teenagers. Ashley, 15 and Alice, 13; he carefully looked at the features of the girls; Ashley's hair is now a bit darker, while Alice's stayed the beautiful blonde.

Harry grinned to himself, when he stared, for a hundredth time, at their Aunt. He always promises to himself that he will not think that that Hermione is hot. She's a commoner for Christ sake!

Flexing his neck, he turned off his laptop, and got himself ready to sleep.

Oh, he couldn't wait to meet his nieces. And he couldn't wait to check with his own eyes how wonderful the arse of that Miss Granger is.

TBC...

A/N: So guys what do you think? Come on speak up! Is the story fast? Is it confusing? What do you think about the Old King and Queen? What about James Potter as a single dad? And also about Harry as a broken hearted hormonal bloke?

I want to hear your thoughts! (But please be nice. Your flames might burn me until I die)

Xoxo.

BY: ABY.