Disappointed

Harry did never shout. Of course he shouted when he was an angry teenager or in a fight with the aurors and needed to give orders, but he never shouted at his children. That was something he had learned from Venor Dursley. He had indeed learned a lot of things not to do from that man. Shouting to the children when they had disappointed him was one of the things he had learned not to do. He had other ways to express his disappointment. Ginny was the one who shouted when someone had been playing pranks or disobeyed rules. She was the one that would set the children to do chords and sending them to the Burrow to degnomen the garden. Every Weasley did so, but not Harry. The Dursleys had ensured that. When the children had been old enough to go to Hogwarts, it was Ginny who sent the howlers when James and Fred had been caught trying to send a toilet seat to Lily. It was Ginny who sent the howler to Albus when he and Rose had started a food fight in the Great Hall at Halloween, and in that process, in the middle of the fight, becoming friends with Scorpius Malfoy. And it was Ginny who sent the howler when Lily was caught out in the corridor after curfew snogging a boy two years older than her senseless. Therefore, every time the Potter owl arrived in the Great Hall with an howler, everyone expected to hear Ginnys shouting.

That was until James' last year. The Potter owl swept down the Gryffindor table, dropping the red envelope in front of James before taking of leaving before the envelope had time to explode. James, being so used to getting howlers from his mother, ripped the red, smoking envelop open. But instead of his mothers shouting, it was his fathers calm voice.

"James…" Harrys voice magically amplified drowning every other conversation in the hall. Everyone turning to the source of the sound "I am utterly disappointed. I have never expected to hear about any of my children using such words. I hoped we had taught you better. We will discuss this when you get home" The howler bursted into flames. James sat dead in his seat. He had never felt more sick in his life.

Harry never shouted, but the children knew when he was disappointed.

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