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Disclaimer: I don't own anything, anything at all. Please don't sue cause I have no money, but I own the plot and their kids. Anyway there is no point in suing me cause all you'll do waste time and money and to let the people who want to read my story read it.
Hermione wiped her tears after the train turned out of sight. She was very happy for Derick, but she was still scared for him. She was kind of over protective of her kids, and they never went much of anywhere, but with their family. They were lucky they had such a large family as well.
"Come on herm. It's time to go," Ron took his wife's hand and steered her to the exit.
Kelley was spending the night at her Aunt Ginny's. Ginny had twins Aimee and Brandon. They were Kelley's age so they were pretty close.
"Herm, I was thinking of going out tonight since it's the first night we've had to ourselves in a while," Ron looked expectantly at his wife.
"Yeah, sure that sounds nice. Where shall we go?"
"I was thinking of that new French restaurant in London."
"Oh, that sounds really lovely," Hermione stopped for moment thinking of something she wanted to tell Ron. "Hon, I saw this man earlier at the platform. He called me herm, and well you are the only one who calls me that except- "
Hermione's voice caught in her throat. She hadn't mentioned or thought about Harry in such a long time. It hurt so much when he disappeared. Ron was probably hurt the most sine he was his best friend. He was supposed to be Ron's best man at their wedding, Derick's godfather, but they never found him so they never baptized Derick.
"Herm, he's been gone for almost twelve years. I seriously doubt he's alive. Not even Sirius knew, and he was closest to him out of anyone. He went to Sirius with most of his problems, not me. He's gone, and maybe it was better this way. He never liked the fame, he just only got more famous, and more enemies."
They were silent for the rest of the drive home. That was the most they had talked about him in almost ten years. Sirius hadn't talked to them in a good while, but they still heard from him every so often. He was hurt very badly when Harry disappeared, but she knew that he was the only one who ever try to look for him even if the chances were slimmer that they were immeasurable. He would try anything to find his godson; Harry was all he really had left, and now he was gone.
*************** Hotel in London ***************
"Dad?" Daniel asked while his dad was unpacking some clothes.
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Will I go to hogwarts?"
"I'm sure you will. Now where would you like to go to eat?"
Daniel was the odd child. He loved all the big fancy restaurants, but his sister loved to go to McDonalds. He was a very bright and he always loved reading instead of going and playing with the neighborhood kids. He never knew his mom since he was two when she died, but he loved his dad to death.
"How about a French place, aren't there supposed to be many of those in London?"
"That sounds, good there's one right here in the hotel. How about that?"
"Sounds great!"
"Dan, you'll have to wear your nice clothes," James told his son.
"Awe, dad do I hafta?"
"Yes, now you might want to shower, since you were so lazy this morning."
"Fine, but I get to choose my meal!!!!"
Daniel ran off at high speed his dad right behind him.
*************** The Chateau ***************
Daniel was finally clothed and cleaned; his dad furious with his young son. Daniel always put up a huge fight when it came to being cleaned. James finally went and got himself ready, putting some more gel in his hair to make it look nice.
"Hoping to find a new lady dad?" Daniel asked raising his eyebrows hinting.
"Oh, Dan, grow up you know I'm not."
"Dad, why is it you have a little British accent?"
"Because I lived in England before I met your mother. Now go get your coat, it's a bit nippy."
James hated the fact that he still had his English accent. He sounded weird with an English/Texan accent. (A/N: sorry but I am from Texas so I had to put it in there.)
His wife had been born on a farm, and had a strong country accent, but James had loved her accent. James missed Valarie (A/N:I love that name since it is mine and my mom didn't know how to spell it.) like an old heartache. Daniel would never remember his mother and neither would Natalie.
"Are you ready dad?" Daniel asked already at the door.
"Coming!" And with that they left.
*************** Outside the Chateau **************
"Herm, you look as beautiful as ever tonight," Ron told his wife who was walking next to him.
Hermione just blushed, and held closer to her husband. The last time they had ever gone out was a long time ago, and leaving the house and not having to watch the kids was reliving. She had dismissed what had happened at the platform, and thought maybe she was just hearing things.
Ron was thinking about his son finally going to Hogwarts. Sometimes it pained him to think about his childhood sine he knew Harry wasn't here anymore. He refused to think that he was dead, because Harry wasn't the easiest person to hurt, but it still hurt him to think that he would more likely than not never see his best friend again.
Hermione, being muggle-born, wanted to go to the new French restaurant in London, it was supposed to be really good. She and Ron had apparated in a deserted alley. She was eager to have time alone, just her and her husband in a romantic French restaurant. Of course, she was kind of hoping she might see the man from the platform, but she knew was impossible and probably she had just heard him wrong.
After the five-minute walk in the humid night in a silk dress, they went into the French restaurant called the Chateaux.
James and Daniel went into the restaurant from the hotel entrance. They wear lead to their seats, and Daniel was shocked when his father spoke to the waiter in French. Daniel wished he knew what his father had told the waiter, because they just conversed in French and Daniel had no idea what they were saying.
(A/N: if anyone out there knows how to make Microsoft Word convert phrases into a different language please tell me!!!!)
Daniel waved at the waiter and gave him his best I'm-a-cute-little-kid smile. Once the waiter left Daniel rounded onto his dad, "Dad! I never knew that you knew how to speak French, where did you learn?"
James chuckled at his son, who's eyes were as large as dinner plates. "I learned at school, where else would you think. And I spent a year in France before I went to the states and met your mother."
"You've been to France before!? Wow! What other neat things did you do before you met mom?" Daniel asked his eyes amazed that he didn't know that much about his father.
James laughed at his young son's antics. Daniel was a very curious boy, and he always wanted to know why. He would ask question, after question, after question. He would do this to some adults, who thought it quite funny and cute. He once asked a colleague of James's about 35 consecutive questions. Steve had nearly laughed his head off at Daniel's questions. Some. Of which, were completely insane, such as how much nose hair he had and stuff like that. Anyone who had met James's kids loved them. They always thought they were really good kids, and were doing quite fine without a mother.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, anything at all. Please don't sue cause I have no money, but I own the plot and their kids. Anyway there is no point in suing me cause all you'll do waste time and money and to let the people who want to read my story read it.
Hermione wiped her tears after the train turned out of sight. She was very happy for Derick, but she was still scared for him. She was kind of over protective of her kids, and they never went much of anywhere, but with their family. They were lucky they had such a large family as well.
"Come on herm. It's time to go," Ron took his wife's hand and steered her to the exit.
Kelley was spending the night at her Aunt Ginny's. Ginny had twins Aimee and Brandon. They were Kelley's age so they were pretty close.
"Herm, I was thinking of going out tonight since it's the first night we've had to ourselves in a while," Ron looked expectantly at his wife.
"Yeah, sure that sounds nice. Where shall we go?"
"I was thinking of that new French restaurant in London."
"Oh, that sounds really lovely," Hermione stopped for moment thinking of something she wanted to tell Ron. "Hon, I saw this man earlier at the platform. He called me herm, and well you are the only one who calls me that except- "
Hermione's voice caught in her throat. She hadn't mentioned or thought about Harry in such a long time. It hurt so much when he disappeared. Ron was probably hurt the most sine he was his best friend. He was supposed to be Ron's best man at their wedding, Derick's godfather, but they never found him so they never baptized Derick.
"Herm, he's been gone for almost twelve years. I seriously doubt he's alive. Not even Sirius knew, and he was closest to him out of anyone. He went to Sirius with most of his problems, not me. He's gone, and maybe it was better this way. He never liked the fame, he just only got more famous, and more enemies."
They were silent for the rest of the drive home. That was the most they had talked about him in almost ten years. Sirius hadn't talked to them in a good while, but they still heard from him every so often. He was hurt very badly when Harry disappeared, but she knew that he was the only one who ever try to look for him even if the chances were slimmer that they were immeasurable. He would try anything to find his godson; Harry was all he really had left, and now he was gone.
*************** Hotel in London ***************
"Dad?" Daniel asked while his dad was unpacking some clothes.
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Will I go to hogwarts?"
"I'm sure you will. Now where would you like to go to eat?"
Daniel was the odd child. He loved all the big fancy restaurants, but his sister loved to go to McDonalds. He was a very bright and he always loved reading instead of going and playing with the neighborhood kids. He never knew his mom since he was two when she died, but he loved his dad to death.
"How about a French place, aren't there supposed to be many of those in London?"
"That sounds, good there's one right here in the hotel. How about that?"
"Sounds great!"
"Dan, you'll have to wear your nice clothes," James told his son.
"Awe, dad do I hafta?"
"Yes, now you might want to shower, since you were so lazy this morning."
"Fine, but I get to choose my meal!!!!"
Daniel ran off at high speed his dad right behind him.
*************** The Chateau ***************
Daniel was finally clothed and cleaned; his dad furious with his young son. Daniel always put up a huge fight when it came to being cleaned. James finally went and got himself ready, putting some more gel in his hair to make it look nice.
"Hoping to find a new lady dad?" Daniel asked raising his eyebrows hinting.
"Oh, Dan, grow up you know I'm not."
"Dad, why is it you have a little British accent?"
"Because I lived in England before I met your mother. Now go get your coat, it's a bit nippy."
James hated the fact that he still had his English accent. He sounded weird with an English/Texan accent. (A/N: sorry but I am from Texas so I had to put it in there.)
His wife had been born on a farm, and had a strong country accent, but James had loved her accent. James missed Valarie (A/N:I love that name since it is mine and my mom didn't know how to spell it.) like an old heartache. Daniel would never remember his mother and neither would Natalie.
"Are you ready dad?" Daniel asked already at the door.
"Coming!" And with that they left.
*************** Outside the Chateau **************
"Herm, you look as beautiful as ever tonight," Ron told his wife who was walking next to him.
Hermione just blushed, and held closer to her husband. The last time they had ever gone out was a long time ago, and leaving the house and not having to watch the kids was reliving. She had dismissed what had happened at the platform, and thought maybe she was just hearing things.
Ron was thinking about his son finally going to Hogwarts. Sometimes it pained him to think about his childhood sine he knew Harry wasn't here anymore. He refused to think that he was dead, because Harry wasn't the easiest person to hurt, but it still hurt him to think that he would more likely than not never see his best friend again.
Hermione, being muggle-born, wanted to go to the new French restaurant in London, it was supposed to be really good. She and Ron had apparated in a deserted alley. She was eager to have time alone, just her and her husband in a romantic French restaurant. Of course, she was kind of hoping she might see the man from the platform, but she knew was impossible and probably she had just heard him wrong.
After the five-minute walk in the humid night in a silk dress, they went into the French restaurant called the Chateaux.
James and Daniel went into the restaurant from the hotel entrance. They wear lead to their seats, and Daniel was shocked when his father spoke to the waiter in French. Daniel wished he knew what his father had told the waiter, because they just conversed in French and Daniel had no idea what they were saying.
(A/N: if anyone out there knows how to make Microsoft Word convert phrases into a different language please tell me!!!!)
Daniel waved at the waiter and gave him his best I'm-a-cute-little-kid smile. Once the waiter left Daniel rounded onto his dad, "Dad! I never knew that you knew how to speak French, where did you learn?"
James chuckled at his son, who's eyes were as large as dinner plates. "I learned at school, where else would you think. And I spent a year in France before I went to the states and met your mother."
"You've been to France before!? Wow! What other neat things did you do before you met mom?" Daniel asked his eyes amazed that he didn't know that much about his father.
James laughed at his young son's antics. Daniel was a very curious boy, and he always wanted to know why. He would ask question, after question, after question. He would do this to some adults, who thought it quite funny and cute. He once asked a colleague of James's about 35 consecutive questions. Steve had nearly laughed his head off at Daniel's questions. Some. Of which, were completely insane, such as how much nose hair he had and stuff like that. Anyone who had met James's kids loved them. They always thought they were really good kids, and were doing quite fine without a mother.