Pumpkin Soup
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This story may not seem very Harry Pottery but it will some time
CHAPTER 2 : welcome home
I was the last one off the plane so when a got to the baggage carousel most people had already got their bags. I was weird with my baggage. I looked around, everyone was a suspect, anyone could have stolen my bag. Not that it was stolen or anything, but you never know.
One by one every one left, all that was left was me, my baby girl, and a set of golf clubs that he gone past me at least 10 times.
HOLY SHIT!!
I ran down to the help desk stressing my brains off. I dinged the little bell thingy about a million times.
"Hello Madame, " said the hot young help desk guy.
"I can't find my bags," I practically yelled at him.
"I'll see what I can do," he said smiling as he pulled out a piece of paper "If you could just fill this out for me, and I'll try to find your bags."
I filled out the form telling them all about my bags, when the hottie walked back in. "This yours?" he asked sweetly.
"Oh My God," I said with a sigh of relief "Yes, thank you so… much!"
"Pleasure I could help," He smiled.
I ran of fast as I could through the nothing to declare lane and got stop by a security guard "Please slow down Madame," he said grabbing my arm "you wouldn't want this lovely young girl getting hurt."
"I'm just in a bit of a rush," I said panting. You see, my mum and dad have a little problem, they stress when I get a paper cut. Knowing them they probably think I missed the plane, or caught the wrong one and I was half way to New York.
I finally got through customs and out into the waiting room, there sat my mum and dad. Mum was so surprised to see me, it was quite strange.
"I thought you'd missed the plane!" Mum said kissing me, told you.
"Mum, it's just customs," I laughed.
"Yes, Yes, I no," she said still kissing me.
"Where's the car parked dad?" I asked pulling myself away from my mothers arms. I swear she wasn't as strong last time I was in London.
The car was parked over a mile away, typical dad refused to pay the prices that the airport car park cost.
The car wasn't really, um, nice. In fact it was rattier than my car was back in London. Dad thought it wasn't worth buying a new car, to the great disappointment to Mum and my sisters.
"So what's my granddaughter's name?" Mum asked.
"Umm…" I stared at my daughter "she kinda doesn't have one yet."
"YOU HAVEN"T NAMED YOUR CHILD!!" Mum yelled obviously confused.
"She will when she fells like it darling," Dad said backing me up, I loved it when dad felt the need to defend me, It barely ever happened as I am the oldest of 5 sisters.
"Here we are," dad said as we drove into the drive way of an old styled Victorian home, the house was just as giant as I'd remembered. 6 bedrooms, for a fantastic family home.
I walked through the door and was hit by a familiar smell… microwave pizza. The skills in our family seemed to skip a generation. Like grandma Kate could cook, mum could, so I can. But the problem with mum not being able to cook is the fact that it meant as we grew up the food we had for dinner was uneatable, so one day after getting tired of us not eating mum introduced us to a beautiful thing, the microwave. I don't think anything that isn't microwavable was ever made in the kitchen again.
"Do you remember your way to you bedroom?" Mum asked cradling my daughter in her arms.
"Of corse I do mum," I took baby off her and started climbing the stairs. My bedroom was second on the left on the third story. I walked into my room and automatically memories filled my mind of drugs, sex and fun.
I set up my baby's cot and stared at her sweetly. Mum walked into my room and looked at my gorgeous child with me.
"You know what?" I asked.
"What?"
"I know what I'll call her!"
"Oh that's excellent dear!"
"I'll Name her after grandma," I smiled at my child "Hello Katie."
"Oh I wish grandma had a nicer name… like Claire, or Izzy."
"MUM!!" I said angrily "her names Katie and that's final! Now I think I might get some sleep, we both need it.
I woke up 2 hours later by screams "YOUR RUINING MY LIFE!!" Fantastic Hannah's home. Hannah was my youngest sister we looked practically identical, long blonde wavy hair with sparkling blue eyes, yet she wasn't nearly as tall as me. I was always the tallest, I'm 5.11 and she's 5.2. Hannah always had a boy on her arms she was the type of girl who had a man for about a day and them ripped his heart out!
"Oh, you're home," She said so… happily.
"Yeah," I said sleepishly.
"You're looking old," she said staring at my face.
"God Hannah!" I said "I'm 7 years older then you, I'm only 25!"
"As I said you're looking old," She said laughing, then her eyes drifted over to the cot "OMG!! You're not pregnant anymore."
"Really…"
"Oh Shut Up!" She said rushing to the cot grabbing Katie "what's her name?"
"It's Kate," I said tired.
"Isn't that nana's name?" She asked, man she was an idiot.
I could here thumbs on the stairs, and obviously so could Hannah "Got to go!!" She practically through poor Kate into her cot. God she was annoying!
Authors Note
I hope you like my story so far, it's my first story ever on fanfiction so please tell me what you think, I'm sorry if it don't make sense but… yeah… well.