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Hermione raised her eyes from her book to examine her bedroom door which was mysteriously opening up a centimeter at a time. A quick check to the alarm clock on her nightstand quickly confirmed her suspicions; it was six am. Taking off her reading glasses, she rested them on her open book and smiled as the three pairs of identically shaped eyes peaked through the crack. Hermione gave the go-ahead with a smile and a nod of her head. Grins bearing, her three youngest children stormed the room.

It was Sunday, i.e. the only day where Hermione and Harry got to sleep in…i.e. the one day where their children would not let them. Hermione was an early riser by habit, but she still loved staying in bed with her husband. Her sons clambered on to the bed and roughly tried to wake their slumbering father while their sister daintily made her way like the Princess she believed she was.

"Daaad! Wake up!" Anthony demanded, shaking Harry roughly. Harry rolled over onto his stomach and pressed his face deep into the pillow.

"Wake up!" Ashton urged further by ripping the covers off of him.

"Nngggnng." Came Harry's disillusioned attempt at pretending that the force on him was dream induced. He reached to pull the covers back up.

"No way!" Anthony made sure that the covers were completely out of arm's reach. "Come and play!"

"Why don't you ask your mother?" Harry ask, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow he was hiding in.

"You know the rules…" Hermione teased as she gave him a little kick. "Sunday's are Daddy time."

Harry rolled his head over so that he was facing Hermione. "I hate you."

Hermione grinned. "I love you too."

Rolling his head back into the pillow, Harry shooed his children away with a wave of his hand. "Come and get me in an hour when it's a more reasonable hour.

Crossing their arms and shaking their heads at the same time, Ashton and Anthony exchanged a look of utter knowing. That one hour would soon turn into another, and another after that.

"Guess we have no choice." Anthony decided with a sigh.

"Indeed." Ashton seconded it. "Hey…Alice!" Their sister looked up at them with a face as sweet as honey. "Do your work!"

Giving them a nod, she walked over to Harry and put her small hands on his face, forcing her father to look at her. Pulling her best pouty-sad look, Alice stared her father down. "Don't you want to play with us?" She asked, her voice on the verge of tears.

Sighing, Harry slowly sat up and grabbed his glasses. "You boys fight dirty. It's not fair using your sister as leverage."

Ashton beamed, his grin extending ear to ear. "It's not our fault you're weak against Alice's charm!" He declared, jumping up and down on the bed. "We go and play now?" He asked excitedly.

"You also know the rules!" Hermione interrupted. Ashton stopped jumping on the bed. "Breakfast first, then you can play till your heart's content." Hermione smiled at them. "Now get your butts downstairs and let your mother read in peace."

Obliging, Ashton jumped off the bed as Anthony climbed down. "Hey!" Hermione stopped them in their tracks as the headed to the door. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Grinning, the pair of them turned around and jumped back onto the bed. Wrapping their arms around their mother, the identical boys placed matching kisses on each of her cheeks. "Morning Mum." They declared in perfect unison.

Harry lifted Alice up and held her above Hermione. Carefully holding onto the skirt of her nightgown, she bent over and placed a peck on Hermione's forehead. "Good Morning Mummy."

Hermione smiled, and jerked her head towards the door. "Alright…I give you permission to leave. Now git!"

Grinning like a pair of Cheshire Cats, Ashton and Anthony booked it out of the room. You could hear their footsteps pound down the staircase as they raced to see who would make it to the kitchen first.

Harry placed Alice on the floor and gave her a pat on the head before turning back to his wife. "You know, I think you take a perverse pleasure in my having to wake up to our children who all inherited your early-birdness."

"I'd be lying if it didn't bring a little bit of a smile to my face." Hermione confessed with a smirk.

Harry chuckled once and leaned placing a kiss on Hermione's lips. "Morning." Their moment wasn't long lived.

"Daaaddddyyy!" Alice's impatient voice drifted towards them. Harry looked over at her. Her hands her own her tiny hips, and her foot was tapping angrily against the floor. "Hurry up!" She demanded.

Chuckling, Hermione gave Harry's arm a squeeze. "You'd better get out of here before a mutiny starts."

Harry exchanged a smile with Hermione before standing up and grabbing a shirt from the wardrobe. Pulling over his head, Harry extended a hand for his daughter to take. "Alright, alright. I'm ready to go." Pausing for a moment, Harry did a small turn for his daughter's enjoyment. "How do I look?"

Hermione held back a giggle. Harry's hair was even wilder then normal and the shirt was very rumbled, nor did it match the cotton pajama pants he was wearing. But standing there posing for their youngest daughter, Hermione had to admit that he looked downright adorable.

Alice nodded in approval. "You'll do." She announced as she took the hand Harry re-extended for her. "Now to breakfast!"

Hermione held back her chuckles until they had both left the room. Leaning back against her propped up pillows, Hermione put back on her reading glasses. Nothing had changed between their first child to their last. For some reason, completely unbeknownst to Harry, all their children were completely enamored with him. As always, their daughters had a special hold over Harry's heart.

Alice was no exception. Like her sisters, she inherited Harry's pitch black hair and shared Avery's claim to his emerald eyes, but unlike Avery and Page who had Harry's more tousled locks, Alice's hair formed perfect tight princess ringlets. Hermione was just glad that Alice was going to be allowed to skip out on the fizzy mess that she had grown up with. Hermione sometimes worried that all the attention that was doted on Alice by her older sisters and her father would go to her head, but after six years, the only adverse effects thus far were only applied to her father, whom she took total advantage of. To everyone else, Alice was a still level headed and a sweet little girl, albeit, it would be wrong to say that she was a wimp. Anyone who grew up having Page as their sister immediately had to forfeit their 'delicate' card.

Her brothers were a perfect double team. Not to be placed on Page's level, they were simply little boys. They simply liked to have fun and create mayhem. Hermione was actually glad that William apparently skipped this step. They were identical in every way, and were splitting images of Harry, with the exception of their brown hair and chocolate eyes, which were a direct inheritance from Hermione. The way their hair stood up on end regardless of how much she fussed over it though came directly from Harry. It always made Hermione chuckle that all the girls got Harry's colouring and all the boys got her's.

Reopening her book to the spot she left off, Hermione settled back in for a few more hours of reading before she had to go and rescue her husband.

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"Okay…." Harry carried the three plates of eggs precariously towards the table. "Who had what?"

"Sunny-side up!" Ashton put his hand up, directing the plate of eggs and toast to his eager hands.

"Over easy for me!" Anthony beamed at Harry. This was one of the reasons they all woke up so early on Sunday mornings. If they did it, their father would always cook them breakfast, and he would make them something great. On school days they were often only allowed cereal or toast, but on Sundays, Harry would cook them anything they wanted. Last week they got pancakes.

"Then that leaves scrambled Alice and the eggy-in-a-basket for me." Harry placed the last two plates on the table. "Bon appetit!" He announced, declaring eating time open. His sons dug in hungrily to their eggs while Alice shook out her napkin and tucked it into her collar.

"Would you like some egg with that ketchup?" Anthony teased Alice who immediately began to pour copious amounts of the red condiment over her eggs.

Pausing for a moment, she didn't skip a beat in her answer. "No, I don't think I would. Thank you for asking."

Harry laughed as he picked up his fried egg and toast. Whilst he wasn't a morning person by nature, he wouldn't give up these Sunday mornings with his children for the world.

After what seemed only like moments, everyone was done eating. Standing up to collect their plates, the three of them took them to the sink.

"Okay Triple-A, go and get dressed," Harry instructed, using his pet name for the triplets. "I'll finish getting everything cleaned up."

Beaming at their father, the triplets raced out of the kitchen before he changed his mind. Waiting until they were out of the kitchen, Harry looked at the mess he had created. With a devious smile, he pulled his wand out and cast a series of short spells, cleaning the kitchen in a moment. Beaming at his handiwork, Harry did a theatrical spin of his wand before blowing at the tip of it and shoving it back in his pants pocket. Sundays were also the only day were he could get away with some magical cleaning. Hermione was a stout believer that magic shouldn't be used willy-nilly. If it could be done the muggle way, it often was. Cooking, cleaning, painting of rooms, Hermione believed it helped build their children's character to have to learn how to do things the hard way.

No more then a few minutes after he had sent them away, Harry could heard the torrent of footsteps down the steps as they all hurried back to him. Anthony came down dressed in a green polo shirt and worn jeans, his equivalent to play time clothes. Anthony always dressed proper, even when he wanted to play, his identical counterpart didn't share his enthusiasm over nice clothes. Ashton was wearing the oldest pair of pants he owned, complete with both knees being completely worn away and one of the back pockets ripped off and a simple red shirt. Alice skipped down the steps to join them. She dressed the most surprisingly of them all. While during the week she wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything other then a skirt, jumper, or dress, but the minute it turned into the weekend she transformed into a complete tomboy. Her curly hair was pulled out of her face by a headband, and an old shirt of Avery's and a pair of khaki shorts were her choice for the day. The faded impression of Sailor Moon's iconic pose on the shirt was barely even visible anymore. Hermione had always hated that shirt. She'd been trying to convince Avery to throw it out for years, to which Avery always stoutly refused. She loved that shirt, even once she outgrew it she refused to throw it away. So, you can image Hermione's despair when yet another one of her daughter's fell in love with it.

"Well?" She asked, stopping on the fifth step and leaning over the rail so that she was closer to Harry's height. "I do believe it's play time now."

"Right you are Pip." Harry smiled at the three pairs of identical grins looking up at him. "It is play time."

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Leading Harry by the hand into the woods, Alice could barely contain her excitement as she led the way through the tree lined path. "You'll never believe what we found!" She went on excitedly. Ashton and Anthony had run ahead, apparently to set up. "It's the most brilliant place ever!"

Harry felt a smile come to his face as his youngest daughter pulled him towards the large weeping willow tree in the center of the forest. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as Ashton and Anthony pulled back strands of the tree branches, opening a hole for Harry and Alice to walk through.

"Wow…" He whispered, slowly looking around. "It hasn't changed a bit!"

Alice stared up at him in disbelief. "You knew that this was here?"

Harry gave her a small smile, he felt a little guilty for ruining her surprise. "This was your sister's favourite playground." Harry let out a laugh as he spotted a memory. "Here." He reached down a hoisted Alice on to his shoulders and carried her towards one of the taller branches on the main trunk of the tree. "Page had been chasing Avery once, I can't remember why, and she ran straight in to Avery's trap." Alice put her hands on the branch. "She dangled by her feet from this very branch for five minutes streaming bloody murder before I got there to take her down. Avery was leaning against the tree feeling rather superior."

"Avery beat Page at deceit?" Anthony asked in awe, his eyes huge at the concept. Despite the fact that Harry and Hermione couldn't tell the triplets much of what Page really did, the sneaky way she acted, specifically when she came home, didn't do much to quell their curiosity or absurd theories.

The last time Page came home to visit, she had worn a beige trench-coat, a red dress, a pair of tall boots, and oversized sunglasses. She refused to take the sunglasses off the entire visit. She had somehow coerced one of her co-workers to take part in her scheme. Someone, who introduced himself as simply 'M', showed up wearing a full tuxedo to return a book to Page that he had borrowed three months ago. The triplets were positive that there was a secret mission hidden between the pages somewhere. Page sat back with a smile as she watched the three of them try to figure out the secret, completely oblivious to the direct James Bond reference. A week later or so, an unmarked message arrived by owl prompting the triplets to read out loud the message hidden in the first letter of each page. They were ecstatic when the book transformed into a safe filled with candy.

"So…" Harry looked around, breaking the nostalgia. "What's the game today?" When Alice and Anthony exchanged an oh-too familiar smile while Ashton looked around innocently, Harry knew that today's game was not going to be of the tea-party variety.

"Oh…don't worry daddy!" Alice patted his head fondly from her perch on his shoulders. "It's going to be loads of fun."

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Five hours later Harry came limping into the house. Noticing that Hermione was in the kitchen starting to prepare lunch, Harry took a seat at the counter and put his down with a groan.

"Remember when you said that it was a bad idea to let the kids watch Ip Man?" His voice was dripping with exhaustion. "I think you may have been right."

Hermione didn't even bother looking up from the turnip and sweet potatoes that she was cutting up, but a smirk did come to her lips. "I'm not even going to bother with niceties…I did tell you so." She teased.

Harry tilted his head forward so he could watch Hermione. "I thought you'd approve because it was based off of a real person."

Hermione grinned as she slid the chopped up root vegetables into the pot of boiling water. "But, I know how impressionable our children are. So I also knew that the instant you let them watch a movie where in the first minute the main character is doing some amazing act of martial arts, that they'd be hooked."

Harry groaned again. "I thought because it was kind of slow they wouldn't become focused on it." He pushed himself up and rested his face in his hands. "I think we need to have them take lessons. If I have to be their sparring partner for much longer, I'm not going to be able to walk next year."

Hermione turned around and faced him with an all-knowing smirk. "Luckily for you, you have an amazing wife who found a Wing Chun school in the city, and Triple-A have been registered to start class on Tuesday."

Harry smiled fondly at her. "You're quite possibly the greatest woman in the world."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders happily as she reached for a large knife to start cutting up the chicken breasts resting on the counter. "You thought otherwise?" She asked teasingly. "Besides…I don't hate the idea of having Alice learn some form of self defense."

"What about Avery and Page?" Harry stood up and made his way around the counter. Taking a spatula, he started to move around the onions and garlic cooking in the frying pan to keep them from burning. "You don't think that they could have benefitted from self defense classes?"

Hermione simply laughed. "Page? Needing self defense?" She rolled her head around so she could stare at Harry with a look of complete disbelief. "I honestly feel for anyone who decides that Page is their target." She answered with a grin. Going back to the chicken Hermione continued to chuckle to herself. "Oh boy…that's a funny one." Cutting the chicken in to cubes, she continued on. "It probably would have been good for Avery to take some lessons, but we just didn't know at the time. We can't change what is past."

Harry nodded in agreement behind her as he threw in the chopped red pepper and zucchini. They had changed quite a bit as parents between their first child and their last. It's true what they say…You never stop learning.

"Mooommm!" Anthony ran into the house screaming at the top of his lungs. "I think I broke Ashton's nose!" He raced into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. Tears were streaming down his face and blood that clearly wasn't his was on down the front of his shirt. "I'm sorry!" He apologized before he started to cry unabatedly.

Shutting off the stove, Harry gave Hermione a squeeze on her shoulder. "I'll take of this one if you go and fix the other."

"Looks like those lessons are coming right in time." Hermione replied as she went to the sink and washed her hands. "Okay…" She directed her attention towards Antony as she rubbed her hands dry. "Where's your brother?"

"He's…he's…" Antony struggled to get the words out between his sobs.

Harry picked him up and comforted his son. "They were playing in Avery and Page's old fort in the woods. They're probably still there." Hermione nodded her acknowledgment and pulled her wand out as she left the house. Harry rubbed Anthony's back as he hugged him close trying to calm the small boy down.

Sometimes he forgot that they were still so young. At five years old they were only just old enough to start Primary, but at the same time they were still so young. It didn't matter how much bravado the boys displayed trying to be tough, they were still children. Anthony hated hurting things, and the sight of blood terrified him. Ashton still cried sometimes when he saw animals die on television. Alice was probably the toughest of the three, despite her diminutive princess exterior. This likely had something to do with having Page and Avery as role models. Her empathy levels were much higher than her brothers however. She had a bad habit of feeling bad for the evil characters on the cartoons. Harry remembered watching 101 Dalmatians with them a few weeks back and right after all the puppies had gotten away safely and Cruella De Vil was at the bottom of the ravine, Alice started to cry. Harry had to ask what was wrong, to which she answered through her tears that she felt bad that Cruella's car was broken.

Harry felt Antony start to breath normally again. Smiling at him, Harry put him back down so that he was standing. "Feeling better now buddy?" Antony nodded silently. Harry patted his head. "Good."

"And Ashton is fine as well." Hermione's voice came from behind them. She walked into the kitchen holding Ashton's hand on one side, and Alice's on the other. "No broken nose either, it was just bleeding." Harry could see the guilt flying away from Antony.

"Honestly…" Alice rolled her eyes as she put a hand on her hip. "Bunch of babies."

"Alice Haper!" Hermione snapped. "You apologize right now!"

Pouting, Alice looked at the floor and started to scuff her foot against the tiles. "Sorry." She answered in a small voice.

Hermione just shook her head. "Go and wash up you lot. Your father and I have some good news for you."

You didn't need to tell their children twice. Especially Alice…she'd do anything to get out of a scolding. Hermione waited until she heard the last of their footsteps patter up the stairs. Placing her hands on her hips she looked up at Harry. "I'm never going to get lunch finished, am I?"

Chuckling, Harry moved towards her and put his hands on her hips. "Not if I had my way about it." He answered seductively.

Laughing, Hermione gave him a slap against this shoulder before leaning up on her tiptoes. "Too bad we have three minors making their way back down then." She answered teasingly before giving him a quick kiss. Lowering herself back down, she went to move past Harry. "Come and help me cook."

Grabbing her hand, Harry pulled her back. Tilting her head up, Harry gently pressed his lips to hers. Harry locked his eyes with Hermione after he released her from the kiss. A small, serious smile came across his lips. "I love you." He whispered.

Hermione placed a hand on the side of his face, to which he closed his eyes and nuzzled against it. "I love you too." She smiled as he pulled her into his embrace. It was rare for Harry to be so seriously affectionate in an area where their children could come walking in. That's not to say that he never said 'I love you' or let her know that he love her…it was just usually used in situations where he was mildly in trouble. Hermione returned his hug. It was the moments like these, the ones where they had a moment to themselves amongst an always bustling household that always made Hermione feel like she had just won the life lottery.

"Ewww!" Alice's voice rained down from the steps. "Mummy and Dad are being all smoochy!"

No matter how small those moments were.

Alright! You finally got to meet the triplets! What do you think of them?
Also, we're getting very close to the end! Only one more chapter left (potentially)! Please give me your comments and thoughts on what's happened and how you feel about the story. If there is a huge out-cry for more chapters, I'll do my best to write them :)
Till next time, have a great day!