"Now, back to the story." Hermione said, "A long time ago, when I was a little girl, a strange letter appeared at the door. It told my parents and me that I was really a witch and that I had magical powers. So, to learn how to use my powers, I was sent to Hogwarts, a school of magic. I went there by train, and on that train ride, I made two of the best friends I've ever had."

Here Hughey gave a cute giggle and said, "Daddy and Hawy wite? Hermione beamed and petted her son's brown curls. She knew that he was not yet able to say "r" and used a "w" sound instead. It was a sweet, but incorrect habit which Hughey seemed incapable of breaking. "Yes Hughey, I am talking about your father and Harry. So on the train I met a boy with brown hair who had lost his toad, and I decided to help him find it. I went from compartment to compartment asking about it , and in the third compartment I checked, there were two boys who were stuffing themselves full of sweets from the train's trolley. One of them, a boy with red hair and many freckles, had his wand raised as if he were going to do a spell.'

Rose smiled knowingly, "That was dad, wasn't it mum. So the other boy must have been Uncle Harry." Hermione nodded, slightly irked. Her daughter could be a bit of a know it all at times. "Yes Rose, but don't interrupt."

She continued telling the story from where she had left off. "I had been curious to learn the sort of magic other students knew, so I asked to see what he was casting. Unfortunately, it was just some nonsense spell he had made up, and I told him so. Then I noticed the other boy, and realized that it was Harry Potter. He was quite famous then, you know, and I told him that too. After that let them know that I hoped to be in Gryffindor and I think I told them that they should get ready for school after that. Then I left them to continue the hunt for the toad. Gosh I really didn't think about them much after that did I? I didn't like them too much in any case. I wonder what would happen if I went back and told myself that I would end up married to…"

Then Hermione realized that she had been talking to herself rather than to her children, she had gotten lost in memories. She shook her head to clear it, and said, "Well, the point is that that is how your father and I met. On the train ride to Hogwarts."

Rose frowned, "If you didn't like him, how'd you end up married to him?"

"Oh, don't worry Rose, we became friends right after that. Just a month later actually…"

Here, Hermione was interrupted yet again, this time by Ron bursting in and exclaiming, "They're all gone Hermione!" She blinked and asked, "Who's all gone?" Ron looked bemused, "The gnomes Hermione. The gnomes are all gone."

"Oh right! The gnomes are gone. Thank you, Ron. Now could you please sit there quietly, I'm telling a story. Now children, your father, Harry and I didn't become friends until October of our first year at Hogwarts. We…"

But she couldn't continue because Ron began to laugh loudly.

"Oh, yeah! I remember the day we became friends! Ok, kids I'll finish this story. It was Halloween of our first year, and your mum was bawling in the bathroom for some reason, I think it was because she lost a piece of homework, and then a 20 foot mountain troll came into the lavatory and attacked her with a gigantic club!"

Hughey's eyes looked as wide as dinner plates and he crawled over to Ron's side of the sofa so he could hear better, and Rose looked at her mum in awe.

"You saw a troll?"

Hermione smiled and nodded, "Yes dear, but it was 10 feet tall, not 20, and I was not bawling over homework. And after the troll entered the bathroom, your father locked me in with it." Ron nearly dropped little Hughey (who was now nestled in his arms) in shock.

"I did not! I thought you locked yourself in some how!"

Rose looked from her mother to her father and then burst into loud tears.

"What's wrong Rosy?" Ron asked. He was feeling some fatherly concern for his daughter's mental health. She sniffled and said,

"Daddy, you tried to kill mommy!" At this comment, Ron began snorting with laughter and Hermione looked at her young son with worry. Hughey tended to copy everything his elder sister did, and sure enough, seconds later he began to wail as well, and ask for Ron to put him down so that he could "save mommy". Hermione sighed, she had hoped that story time would calm down her children, but it was doing just the opposite...

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Ok, to clear up any confusion you may or may not have had, the character Hughey is really Hugo. I just thought that the name Hughey was cuter. Oh, and guys, please review!