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"You shouldn't have said that." Said Persephone putting Harry's book back on her shelf. She looked at it and wondered why Harry needed to know the exit procedures of the island. She had fund this book when she had been feeling more trapped than usual with the hopes of escaping at night some day. Her hopes were soon dashed when she read that in times of turmoil in the outside world the boats didn't run at night. She wasn't sure if things had gotten better and knew that asking would bring other people's questions.

"Who are you to tell me what to do Princess Persephone?" asked Galatea mockingly. She began to laugh until a doll hit her in the face.

"I am Persephone daughter of Demeter!" she proclaimed loudly while jumping on her bed. The bed was magical and took her jumping as her being a heavy person and adjusted itself accordingly. She quickly sank in past her waist.

"Maybe if you hadn't of eaten all of those pomegranate seeds you wouldn't be so heavy." Said Galatea as she helped Persephone out.

"You think Portia will be fun?" asked Persephone as she helped Galatea smooth her dress down to it's original shape.

"I met her when I was very young."

"Well, was she fun? Or was she stuffy and boring?" asked Persephone as she took her gas lamp and began to walk down the hallway hoping to catch up with Harry.

"Fun is a word you could use." Said Galatea remembering the way her cousin would jump on the furniture and terrorize that staff. She hoped that in the many years that they had been apart her cousin had gained a level of maturity.

"What's that supposed to mean? Is she fun the way piano lessons are supposedly fun?" said Persephone remembering her dreaded piano lessons which always seemed to take place when she was the least anxious for them, which was always.

"Learning to play the magical piano which can sound like any instrument is always fun."

"Back to the subject of our dear cousin Portia"

"Right, well you know how mother talks about Addie."

"She so seldom does but I remember."

"Well, Portia was raised by Addie so think about it."

"It's still better than being me." Said Persephone sadly as she looked at the gas lamp that she was holding. She wanted to be able to leave her house, be out in the day light, and maybe even someday get married. She knew that these were all fantasies. Is modern magic couldn't fix her nothing could.

"I'm sure they'll fix you soon. Magical medicine is evolving everyday. Just yesterday they found a cure for diaper rash." Said Galatea trying to cheer Persephone up but failing.

"You're not helping."

"At least I'm trying!" said Galatea exasperatedly stomping her foot

"Quiet!" said Persephone as she heard voice on the other side of her uncle's doorway.

"No, you be quiet!" said Galatea who had taken one too many insults that day.

"I hear uncle Peter talking to Harry."

"Well move over so I can have a listen!" said Galatea nudging her sister out of the way.

"You have to understand Harry these were dark times, very dark times. I had no choice but to hide her. I wasn't as lucky with you. It was one the most difficult things I ever had to do and I tried my best." Said Peter not happy about what Harry's cousins had told him. He feared having to come clean about everything to Harry is he ever became trapped in his own trappings. Harry was getting older and he needed more answers than ever before.

"But a twin!" said Harry unhappy with his father. He instantly thought back to his time with the Dursley's and suddenly felt very ungrateful as he looked around at the wonderful things that surrounded him and the wonderful clothes he wore. Peter saw this and quickly thought of something which was true enough and would satisfy him.

"She is your age but was fathered by and mothered by a different woman."

"So you cheated on m mother?"

"Harry, this is something that I will defiantly tell you when your older."

"Tell me now!" said Harry for the first time being ashamed of his father. Peter took a deep breath and thought of what his father would tell him when he was Harry's age.

"Son, when you become a man you'll find that things become much more complicated, difficult, and wonderful at the same time. there will be more options and with these options will come the potential for mistakes. Sometimes under the influence of alcohol you will make mistakes…especially intimate ones with women but the important thing is that you do all you can to make it right. Do you understand me Harry?"

"I suppose I do father but what sort of mistakes do you mean? What kind of a mistake do you make with a women? Will I make them?"

"Harry I hope you don't but I don't live in fantasy land and I can't see the future. I failed divination pretty hideously. "

"Will I make them with Galatea and Persephone?"

"Harry I want to make this perfectly clear. Are you listening?" said Peter suddenly very serious and stern.

"Yes father, I'm listening."

"Good. I'm not raising any mutant squib grandchildren. Do I make myself perfectly clear."

"You're speaking clearly but I don't understand what kinds of mistakes you mean. What do they have to do with making babies?"

"Harry, sit down. I didn't want to have this conversation with you so early but now I suppose I have to."

"What conversation?" said Harry curiosity burning in his green eyes. Peter took a deep breath and began.

"When a witch and a wizard love each other very much they do something in bed, or a broom closet, or any soft surface really."

"They build a pillow castle like me and my cousins do?"

"No, the um…well a wizard has a wand and a witch had a…um…wand sleeve."

"Why do only wizards have wands and witches have wands sleeves, that doesn't make any sense. Why don't they have both?"

"Because that would be wrong and actually a bit disgusting now let me finish."

"Yes sir."

"Well a witch lets a wizard inside of her…sleeve…and he moves in and out for a while until…sparks…come from the wand and then nine months later a baby comes out of the…sleeve." Said Peter his face burning red.

"Oh, so if I find a girl and put my wand in her sleeve a baby will come out of it."

"Yes. Exactly. Now let's never speak of this again."

"Alright, I'm going to go play with Persephone and Galatea now."

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" muttered Peter as he drank some fire whisky and wondered why he decided to be a false father.