Three Year Old
"Catch it Potter!" Dudley screams as Harry fumbles with the small ball, it drops to the ball.
"We lost again…It's your fault." Dudley screeches. Harry shakes his head.
"No! Dudley threw hard." Harry responds.
"No! You bad catcher." Dudley says, pelting the ball at him. Harry catches it, but the ball is to big for his small hands, it drops to the ground again. "Potttter!" Dudley warns. Harry throws the ball easily back to Dudley who catches it. Then throws it back to Harry. Harry gets so mad that the ball doesn't touch his hands, it turns around and hits Dudley in the stomach. Harry stands there in awe, afraid to move.
"Uh oh." He whispers.
"Potter! Mummy! Potter hurt Dudders!" Dudley shrieks. Harry shrinks back into the bushes, clutching the football. He runs his small hands over the surface.
"Harry, come out wherever you are!" Petunia calls sweetly. Obeying, Harry emerges from the bush with the ball in his hands, to find Dudley crying in his mum's arms.
"Why did you hit him so hard?" Petunia asks, glaring at the three-year old boy.
"I didn't." Harry says.
"Yeah! Potter hurt Dudders." Dudley blubbers, his bug eyes hooked on Harry.
"Tell me what happened Dudders." Petunia mumbles to Dudley.
"Potter threw ball at Dudders, hit Dudders in tummy." Dudley screeches. Harry shakes his head.
"Nuh uh!" Harry says. Petunia glares at him. She seizes Harry's wrist, tromps through the garden and into the house and shoves him into his cupboard, she shuts the door and locks it. Harry shrinks back from the door, and crawls onto his bed. He looks out the window, finding the same brown cat staring back at him. His eyes turn back to the scratched up car that Dudley had gotten the previous year. After playing with it for two weeks, Dudley had managed to get it dirty and refused to play with it, so Harry had gotten it. Little toddler Harry sits on his scratched up car and begins making noises.
"Vrooom….Vroom…" He says, scooting his boot forward, so the car can move. His goal is to get the car across the room to the door. The three-year old scoots forward again, and again, and again, until he is by the door. Now bored, he turns to his scratched up farm animals. He has a horse, a pig, a cow, a chicken, a lamb, and a duck. He lets the horse and the cow trot around his green rug, talking to each other and running around.
"Are you excited?" Jane ask her daughter, who sits in her chair, drinking orange juice. Hermione nods her head eagerly.
"Super duper!" She squeals. She drains the rest of her glass and slips her red backpack over her shoulder. "Ready!" She says. Jane snaps a picture of Hermione on her first day of preschool.
"Lets go!" Jane squeals rushing Hermione to their car. Jane buckles her little three-year old in to her car seat and places the toddlers lunch box next to her. Sliding into the drivers seat, Jane glances at Hermione in the mirror. Two brown pigtails cascade down to her shoulders and her brown eyes are filled with excitement. Jane starts the car.
"La, La, La, Merry Merry Christmas!" Hermione sings, looking out the windows. Jane laughs and sings along with her little toddler.
"Here we are!" Jane says parking the car in the colorful buildings parking lot. Mother and daughter hop out of the car and rush to the door.
"What room, Mummy?" Hermione asks.
"303." Jane says leading Hermione by the hand to her classroom. Hermione and Jane join the other group of children and parents congregated outside room 303. "Are we supposed to stay today?" Jane asks one father, who stands close by.
"Yes, you didn't know?" He asks. Jane shakes her head. "Can you watch my daughter, I need to go call my husband." Jane says handing Hermione to the man.
"Hello." The man grins at Hermione.
"Hi!" She pipes up.
"What is your name?" He asks her.
"Mione." She says.
"It's nice to meet you, this is Jamie." The man says pulling a little girl out of the sea of people. "Jamie, this is Mione." The little girl smiles.
"Hi!" She says shyly.
"Hi!" Hermione responds. Jane returns, and gathers Hermione up in her arms.
"Thank you!" She says to the man. "What is your name?" She asks.
"Michael Tendao." He says.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Jane Granger, and this is Hermione." She says. Michael laughs. He nods as the door opens.
"Welcome parents and students, please file in, in an orderly fashion." The old women says. "We will start out by making Sun's out of paper plates…please do not help your child create it, we like to test their level of creativity." The women says. Jane leans back.
"They are 3…" She whispers to Michael who's daughter landed next to Hermione. He shrugs.
"That is beautiful, Mione!" Jane says glancing at the bright yellow sun with the red sunglasses and bow." "Just beautiful!" I say.
"Let's go night night Logan!" Ron giggles. Charlie rolls his eyes. Logan is Ron's imaginary friend.
"How long is he going to keep this up?" Charlie whispers to Bill. Bill shrugs and stuffs a spoonful of eggs into his mouth.
"As long as he can…You know Ronnie." Bill says. The two brothers glance over to the wand hovering over the pot of milk. The wand twirls around, stirring the hot milk with honey for Ron and Ginny.
"Mum! I think it's ready!" Bill calls, glancing at the milk. Molly comes bustling into the kitchen with Ginny in her arms, she drops the two-year old in Bills unprepared arms. Ginny is dressed in a small pink nightgown, with some sort of horses on it. Molly takes her wand and makes the pot poor the milk in a small mug and the other into a baby bottle. She hands the baby bottle to Bill who feeds it to Ginny.
"Mum, Dad said he would take Charlie and I to the Hogwarts train for the midnight departure." Bills says. Molly sighs.
"Alright, come here Charlie." She says to her second eldest. Charlie comes forward, and is enveloped by Molly's arms.
"I love you, no matter what house you are in!" She says, planting a kiss on his forehead. "I'll see you at Christmas time." She says. Charlie nods, gives her one last hug and rushes out the door with Bill. Molly watches her two eldest boys, enter the car behind their father, from the window. A silent tear streams down her face. She quickly wipes it away and turns to the red haired little toddler, pushing a ball back and forth on the ground.
"Ginny, it's time to go nighty night." Molly says.
"No!" Ginny shrieks. "No Night Night!" She screeches. Percy troops into the room and looks at the disastrous site, his little sister bawling on the ground.
"Ginny, Ginny, Do you want me to read you a bed time story?" Percy asks the two-year old. Ginny's features soften as she turns to her seven-year old brother.
"No." She says.
"No?" He asks. Percy's face lights up.
"Do you want me to teach you how to catch a snitch?" He asks. Ginny nods.
"Now!" She exclaims. Percy shakes his head, edging his way over to her.
"No…it's do dark, tomorrow when you wake up, but the faster you sleep, the faster you can wake up tomorrow and learn!" Percy says. Ginny ponders over this and seems to make a decision. She reaches her arms up to Percy, who swings his little sister up into his arms. As Percy leaves the room with Ginny, Molly mouths a quick thank you to her seven-year old son. She trudges up the steps to Ron and Percy's shared room.
"Ronnie?" She whispers. Ron stands before the mirror in his bathroom brushing his teeth.
"Good job, Ronnie!" Molly says. His smile brightens as he clambers into bed. Ron hands Molly a children's book, which she eagerly reads to him. Soon enough, Ron is fast asleep and Percy comes into the room declaring Ginny has fallen asleep as well.