Luminescent
Part Eleven
Complaints

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, you know the drill. The Lugovalos clan, however reluctant I often am to claim them, is mine.

Warnings: SLASH! (Like we weren't aware of that already. . .) Oh, and Grandma Lugovalos. Yeah, that should cover it.

Author's Note: Well, I've finally got Harry to the Lugovalos farm for Thanksgiving! This chapter makes me smile, so I hope everyone enjoys it. This chapter has been beta'd, just so you know. A huge thanks to PrincessXXMoonXX!

To Minathia
and everyone who
has said something about
the divination class: I know, I know. He's not in it anymore! I forgot! I'm sorry! (Runs for cover) Look, when I rivise I'll fix it, I swear! For now, just pretend. . . he had to take it for scheduling purposes. Yeah. That's it. Schedualing purposes! (Grins) I'm sorry I forgot. I am glad you've all reminded me, though.

To Rokkis: I'm not about to abandon my baby, don't worry. I actually have more written, I just don't have time to devote sole to updates while I'm at school. So I tend to write while I'm away, and update while I'm home.

To MorganEddasil: I'm glad you're enjoying. I'm sorry for the mistakes. After I finish book five, I plan to go back and edit everything for mistakes that my beta and I have both missed. Some things like that just happen. And I'm a real grammar stickler, so knowing it's there just makes me shudder. I hope you read the note in chapter six on the bond, but I'll go ahead and say it again (because I know others may have forgotten) two minors is a little squickish for me, which is the real extent of it. I'm terribly sorry. But I can promise it will happen.

To Everyone: I'm glad you all have enjoyed the story so far, and I hope you continue to do so. I think I've said enough for now, so please remember to review for me, and do me another, teeny favor. . .
ENJOY!
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Harry threw his quill down, grinning at his boyfriend. "Done!" He announced, rolling up the last bit of parchment as he completed his work for the upcoming Thanksgiving break he would finally get to take with Phyrrus. "Finally."

"Shut up," Phyrrus grumbled, still buried in paperwork. "That's not fair." The two had three days before they were due to leave, and Harry wasn't sure he could get more excited. He'd never been to Thanksgiving in the states before, always staying at Hogwarts while Phyrrus and his family left. It was nice to have the time with Ron and Hermione, but he'd also desperately wanted to go with his boyfriend. He missed Phyrrus while he was gone, and Phyrrus always insisted that Thanksgiving was a time that the entire family got together. Harry wanted to see it. Wanted to be part of it. Because he was part of that family now, thanks to the bond he and Phyrrus shared.

"Someone's excited," Hermione chuckled, finishing her own essay and looking it over as Harry danced around the common room in his excitement. The other Gryffindors rolled their eyes, though River and Rayne jumped on Harry and demanded that if he was going to dance, he needed to dance with one of them. The nine year olds were just as excited as Harry. "Is Torrent excited?"

"Do birds fly?" Phyrrus grinned. "His Dad will be there, and he's hoping that Uncle Alvin will be sobered up."

"Is he ever going to go live with his parents again?" Ron shoved his books away with a sigh.

"Probably not." Phyrrus frowned. "It's really complicated, since they still have partial custody of him over the summer, but he's never going to set foot in that house again if we can help it. Serpa's a bitch and there's never a guarantee that Uncle Alvin will stay clean. And Cye doesn't exactly come to people for help. No, if Mom has anything to say about it, he'll be with us until he's eighteen."

"Does he miss his parents?" Hermione bit her lip. "I think I would."

"He misses his mother, certainly, and he misses what his father used to be. What he is now . . . Cyrrus doesn't usually miss." Phyrrus shrugged. "It's different for you. Your parents love you and would do anything for you. But his stepmother thinks he's scum and would sooner hit him than hug him, and his dad's so fucked up with drugs that I'm surprised he's still breathing. And Uncle Alvin would do anything for a hit. Cye doesn't miss that. But he misses the dad that would do anything for him, and that actually showed his love. And he really misses his mother."

"Cyrrus and I have a lot in common," Harry finally murmured, staring at his hands.

"You two really should talk more," Phyrrus agreed. "Cye needs to know about other people, like you and himself, because sometimes he wonders if it isn't just fate that he'll turn out just as bad."

"Not if he keeps dating my sister," Ron snorted. "I'd hate to think what would happen to him if he went after her."

"Revenge of the brothers?"

"Oh no, even before that. Ginny's got a nasty streak when she has her mind set to it," Ron smirked. "She force fed George canary creams once in revenge for something and forced him to stay a canary for the better part of a week. And whatever he did, Mum thought he deserved it because she ignored the entire fiasco."

"Sounds like Ginny," Harry laughed. "Yeah, she might be half his size, but I have a feeling she'd make him miserable if he did anything like that, even if she had to come back and haunt him to do it!"

"Why would I not be surprised?" Phyrrus sighed and continued to work, ignoring the others to try to finish the rest of his homework. He was ever so close, and desperately wanted to get done before he left. And the two of them still had to pack.

Harry grinned and bounced from his chair again, spinning around with a delighted River and Rayne, and sending Hermione into a fit of laughter as Professor McGonagall stepped into the room, nearly getting knocked over by the ball of energy. "Harry Potter!" She barked, nearly falling.

Harry caught her arm, smiling up at her cheekily. "Yes, Professor?"

Stern brown eyes softened and she ruffled his hair. "That's quite enough. The headmaster must speak to you. One of the professors is objecting your trip. I also want anyone with the last name of Lugovalos."

"Betcha it's Umbitch," Phyrrus hissed at them before following McGongall from the common room and toward the headmaster's office. River and Rayne were skipping alongside him, clutching Phyrrus' hands and swinging them wildly as they went, singing something at the top of their lungs the entire trip. Students poked their heads out of mostly-empty classrooms where they did all their work to see what the terrible racket was and rolled their eyes at the twins.

At the entrance of Dumbledore's office, the group met up with Severus and Cyrrus, both of them looking more than slightly sour. Leon was also there, a wild smirk on his face.

Phyrrus was somewhat scared from the smirk.

Heading up to the office, Harry glanced over at the deputy headmistress. Her lips were set in a thin line, eyes narrowed. Whatever the protest was, she already knew it. "Headmaster," McGonagall threw the door open. "They're here."

"Ah good, good," Dumbledore smiled at them genially, making Leon smirk again. Phyrrus and Cyrrus suppressed a shiver. Umbridge was also there, scrutinizing the group with her sour features. "Have a seat," The headmaster invited. "Lemon drop?"

Every last member of the group shook their head wildly. Dumbledore shrugged and popped one in his mouth. "It seems as though we have a few issues to settle," Dumbledore told them, gesturing for them to settle in for a while. "Professor Umbridge has lodged a few complaints that need to be taken into consideration. Professor Umbridge, if you would state the first complaint?"

"I was only telling the headmaster," Umbridge simpered, "that I don't see a reason for him to allow anyone to leave for whatever holiday you want to take. I think it's a waste of time, and for you to expect such special treatment is absurd."

"This is a cultural issue," Leon broke in, raising an eyebrow. "In our culture, Thanksgiving is very important. In our family, it is even more important. The children are almost expected to be there. The board decided this the first year Chara requested that the Lugovaloses be allowed a week to go home."

"Thanksgiving is a Thursday. What need is there for a week?" Umbridge smirked. "I hear they're quite good at adjusting to time changes anyway."

"That's not fair!" Phyrrus crossed his arms. "We go home to help with the planting and harvesting! That's required work on a farm! We've always needed all the help we can get, and all the professors--" No one missed the silent edition of, "except you," at the end, "--know we have a lot to do! They extend a lot of dates for my cousin and me so we can help out there! We're always exhausted, and Harry has to keep me awake in class! Cyrrus just about went headfirst into the mouse he was transfiguring once. This is a break we need to recuperate from all that!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have been dirty farmers." Umbridge's snide remark made all the Lugovaloses growl.

"Why is it that we always seem to get acquainted with the dregs of English society?" Cyrrus finally wondered, forcing Severus and McGonagall to hide snickers. "None of the other professors care that we do this, they all think it's incredibly neat and would probably take the entire school along for the experience if they could."

Something sparked in Dumbledore's eyes, but they all had a feeling they were better off ignorant, so Cyrrus continued. "You're just mad because you hate Phyrrus and Harry, and you think River and Rayne are the devil incarnata, and you want me to go back to my horrible home just because you don't like us. All you've ever done to us is been mean, and we really haven't even done anything to you!"

"I must interject here," Dumbledore broke in. "The Lugovaloses have explained their position well, and I must agree. Those two boys do a great deal of work for only being fifteen. They deserve this break. River and Rayne are too young to help yet, but this holiday is bigger than Christmas, at least for them, and they are only nine. Because I feel the two boys need the break, and because it is a very important holiday in their culture, then I stand by my decision to allow them to go home. The board of governors and I are in agreement on this. What was your next issue?"

"That Potter brat shouldn't be allowed to go! He isn't American, or part of their family!"

"He is too!" Phyrrus clenched his fists.

"Phyrrus, stop acting like a child," Harry murmured, putting a hand on Phyrrus' arm. "Let me handle this."

Phyrrus blinked, nodding as Harry turned to face the school's most hated professor. "Phyrrus and I are bonded, whether or not you care to believe that. In case you forgot the trial from this summer, the two of us are connected in ways you clearly can't even fathom. I am part of the family."

"You two are not formally joined." Umbridge barked. "Not that you can be while you're in school."

"We might have to, if our bond continues to grow out of control as it is," Harry pointed out. "But we can't change what is happening. We are bonded, and therefore I am part of the family."

"Snape isn't bonded to that oaf," Umbridge snarled. "And he's going as well!"

"I asked for a vacation and was granted is by the board of governors. How I chose to spend it is my own decision. Leon and I have been lovers for almost two years now. It is well past time I was allowed to go to his favorite holiday." Severus raised an eyebrow as she sputtered. "You can't revoke my vacation, and neither can the headmaster. The board of governors also decided it was within Harry's right to go. Without Phyrrus here for a week, we have no guarantees on what the bond would and would not do. They have chosen not to take that chance."

"It appears the point is valid," Dumbledore was clearly enjoying Umbridge's angry sputters as much as the rest of the room. "And your last complaint?"

"I want that oaf banned from this castle!" Umbridge snarled, pointing wildly at Leon. "He doesn't teach here and he terrifies the students!"

"I do?" Leon had never heard that accusation before.

"He is here at my invitation," Dumbledore's voice was chilly, "To help protect the students. Every year we have had some kind of disaster, and as he is security it doesn't continue to occur while he is able to be here."

"He's only here as Snape's fuckbuddy," Umbridge all but snarled. "You're just playing favorites, old man."

"Once again, Umbridge, do control yourself." McGonagall frowned. "It is stated in the Hogwarts rules written well before you ever showed up that Hogwarts professors were allowed to have their significant others in the castle. A specific length of time is never mentioned, and that is a rule dating back almost five hundred years. While Mr. Lugovalos and Professor Snape are together, we cannot ban Mr. Lugovalos from the castle. He is also allowed to be here because he has family here. Because the Lugovalos children do not have a father, Mr. Lugovalos often acts as a stand-in, which is also well within his rights. We have no grounds to kick him out of the castle, and as long as Professor Snape doesn't play favorites--which I don't even think he's capable of--then there is no reason to ban him."

"As unprofessional as you have acted, we have allowed you to state your grievances with the included parties, and ruled accordingly," Dumbledore put his foot down. "You will abide by these decisions, is that understood?"

Umbridge hissed at him, but nodded, crossing her arms. Oh, he was going to pay for that. Every last little bit. And she'd make sure the Lugovalos children were the ones paying the price.
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Fortunately, Thanksgiving came long before Umbridge had a chance to extract revenge on any of the Lugovalos clan, Harry Potter, or Severus Snape. Hermione and Ron were sad they weren't allowed to attend, but Phyrrus and Harry promised that as soon as they could, they were most welcome. Harry waved as Leon led the way to Hogsmeade. Severus was looking a great deal happier than usual, and Leon twined their fingers together, speaking to the once-spy softly.

"Mama!" Rayne screamed, throwing herself at the woman that appeared before them with a soft pop. Chara nearly fell over at Rayne's attack, and River screamed, jumping on the poor woman as well. "I can't wait to get to the farm, Mama! Uncle Leon said that we were going to have seven turkeys this year, and they'd be huge! Can you believe it? Seven turkeys, Mama!"

"Hello, Mum," Harry greeted, giving a warm hug to his boyfriend's mother before Phyrrus and Cyrrus both took turns hugging her and swinging her in a circle. She laughed at all of them, offering hugs and kisses in reply, even to Leon and Severus. Two more pops sounded, and Sirius and Remus appeared, out of breath.

"Sorry we're late. You wouldn't believe the idiots at the ministry," Remus panted, smiling at the others and offering his own greetings while Sirius flopped to the cold ground and groaned. "Sirius got a boot in a place he'd rather not think about," Remus added, making every male in the party cringe in sympathy.

He got a great deal more sympathy when Anders landed on top of him and narrowly missed hitting said place a second time. "Dammit, Sirius!" Anders barked, launching himself to his feet. "Don't sleep in the roadway."

"It was the idiots at the ministry, right?" Percy winked, grinning. "I got to see the whole thing. Beautiful, that. You should have heard the screech. Sounded just like a little girl. Or a tea kettle, whichever."

"Great." Harry sighed. "I have a tea kettle for a godfather."

Leon blinked at Percy, then shook his head. "I'd rather not know," He decided, and shifted through his pockets to pull out an inflatable rubber tube. "I got us a port-key this year, since there's so many of us," He explained, holding it out while luggage was gathered and everyone grabbed hold.

"That was sweet of you, Leon. When does it leave?" Chara looked rather frazzled, and Harry had a feeling it was from working in the hospital. He knew the mediwitch was seeing anyone Death Eaters attacked and left alive, and he had a feeling it was very taxing on the woman. Not everything could be fixed by magic, as Harry well knew, and Chara worked mostly with cases that couldn't be. The vacation would be good for her.

"Right . . . about . . . now!" Leon cheered, and Harry felt a familiar pull behind his navel as the world spun away, colors blending together in the familiar, nauseating pulse of the cross-ocean port-key.
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Landing was always the most unpleasant part of a port-key, and this time was no different. Harry staggered, going to his knees, but glad to keep the contents of his belly in his body as he listened to River and Rayne behind some bushes, and heard Remus moan from Sirius' other side. "Everyone in one piece?" Severus was way too cheerful for just landing from a port-key. "Let's go!"

"That's just not fair," Remus muttered weakly in response to Severus' good cheer, rising to his feet.

Harry nodded in agreement, allowing Phyrrus to pull him upright and leaned against his boyfriend. Phyrrus was leaning back, most used to the travel, but still hating it. He, like Harry, was white faced and ashy, obviously not pleased about the landing. Cyrrus looked just like his cousin, only he was leaning on Leon. Leon, on the other hand, looked fresh as a daisy. Which was not, Harry decided, fair.

Trooping to the house, River and Rayne immediately took off in search of Lita and Mina, Aunt Lily's daughters that were the closest to them in age. Anders dragged Percy off in search of his own parents, while Cyrrus was found almost immediately by his father. The joy on Cyrrus' face was almost heart-wrenching and Chara glared at Alvin briefly as the man left. Alvin blinked at her, then nodded, pulling Cyrrus further into the crowd. Leon and Severus went to greet Grandma Lugovalos before heading toward another room to talk to the rest of Leon's siblings, leaving Chara, Remus, Sirius, Harry, and Phyrrus.

"Now what?" Harry finally asked, shifting from foot to foot. He was clearly uncomfortable, since even four days before Thanksgiving the house was packed with chattering guests. Either family or friends of the rest of the Lugovalos clan, and the four were uncertain what to do. Severus, at least, had Leon to show him around.

"Mingle," Chara teased, looking around for a moment. "The next closest to you in age is Jordan, I believe," She told Sirius and Remus, then took the two men toward the living room, introducing them to a few people as she walked, and earned quite a following by the time they arrived. Harry looked around, still shifting uncomfortably, and glanced at Phyrrus.

"There's so many people," Harry muttered, moving closer to his boyfriend.

"Harry!" Grandma Lugovalos' voice was most welcome. "I'm glad you could come, green eyes. How's my grandbaby?"

"Phyrrus is fine," Harry muttered, and Grandma Lugovalos swatted him gently.

"I'm not talking to that grandbaby," Grandma Lugovalos scolded, hugging him tightly and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'm talking to this grandbaby of mine. How are you, Harry?"

Harry stared at her for a moment, lips trembling and eyes tearing. "I--I'm fine, Grandma," He whispered into her shoulder. Grandma Lugovalos smiled, reaching out for Phyrrus as well.

"And my other grandbaby?" She asked, laughing as Phyrrus hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. Harry squeaked, caught in the midst of the hug, and Phyrrus' golden eyes glinted with mischief.

"Hey, Grandma, what did you have for lunch?" Harry was already wary from Phyrrus' tone.

"Why, Phyrrus, that's a silly question," Grandma Lugovalos smirked, and Harry finally knew where all the rest of the children and grandchildren got their evil little smirk. "I had a sandwich, of course!" An extra tight squeeze left Harry breathless. He choked, coughing slightly as air entered his lungs, and smiled down at the diminutive witch.

"How's cooking coming?" Phyrrus asked, headed toward the kitchen, Harry in tow.

"Just fine, firecracker," Grandma Lugovalos smiled at him. "How was school, green eyes?"

"We have a terrible professor," Harry admitted, telling her about Umbridge, though he left out what they had to do in the detentions. Leon, who was passing by, did not.

The moment Grandma Lugovalos heard about the blood quills, and she was making arrangements to be on the next portkey to England where she would have a nice talk with Umbridge, despite Harry's and Phyrrus' (loud) protests. Unfortunately, the protests drew an even larger crowd, and once they heard about it, most of them were off to dig up paper. No one hurt a Lugovalos and got away with it.

Harry groaned, blushing bright red, and Phyrrus covered his face with his hands. "Thanks a lot, Uncle Leon," Phyrrus muttered, crossing his arms. "Do you know what you just did?"

Leon was wearing a cat-with-the-canary look that clearly stated he knew exactly what he'd just done, and he'd had revenge planned since Harry had first forced Phyrrus to show the effects of the blood quill to Severus. The thought was not pleasant, since he'd now had several weeks to stew, and Severus had to be in on the plan. Chara, on the other hand, had missed the commotion. Fortunately. As for the rest of it, well, Harry really didn't care to ponder. And from the terrified look on Phyrrus' face, he didn't either.
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Harry sighed as he crawled into his and Phyrrus' shared bed that night. "You didn't tell me your family was insane," Harry accused, snuggling against his boyfriend. "Why didn't you tell me your family was insane?"

"I thought you knew?" Phyrrus blinked, nuzzling the back of Harry's neck.

"You know what your grandmother's going to do, right? She's going to storm Hogwarts, kill off Umbridge, and then take out the prime minister for even placing her there with the power to use the blood quills before she finishes off our headmaster." Harry groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "And if that fails . . . well, I don't care to think about it."

"You should know," Phyrrus told the other, matter-of-factly, "that Grandma doesn't make a plan B."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I mean I suppose there's always the fall back plan we all have, but that doesn't count. But she never bothers with a plan B because plan A always works."

"What do you mean?"

"We're just that stubborn. We don't bother with a plan B because we won't need it. Excluding the fall back plan, of course."

"Which is?"

"Depends on what your doing. We have three options. Talk your way out, take it apart, or blow it up. The third is the most agreeable option."

Harry paused for a moment, turning the idea over in his mind. "Somehow . . . I'm not nearly as surprised as I should be."

"Don't worry," Phyrrus soothed, "you'll learn."

"That's what scares me."

Phyrrus shook his head, pressing another kiss to the back of Harry's neck at the downy-soft hair he liked to nuzzle. Harry giggled a bit, but nodded all the same, eyes fluttering closed. "I can't do anything about it now," Harry sighed, snuggling closer. "Just remind me to duck."

"Don't worry," Phyrrus offered as they both drifted closer to dreamland. "You won't have to. There won't be enough bits left to duck."

"At least it'll be clean," Harry's last remark earned a sleepy chuckle, and then both were gone, dreaming of just what, exactly, Grandma Lugovalos would do to Umbridge if she actually made it to England at the end of break. When Harry woke the next morning, he wasn't sure if they should have been classified as dreams . . . or nightmares.
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"Harry James Potter!" The screech made Harry jump about ten feet from where he was kneading the dough for the rolls with confident hands. He'd heard his entire name in that tone maybe four times since he'd left the Dursley's.

"Um . . . yes?" Harry turned to give Grandma Lugovalos a sheepish smile. Grandma Lugovalos grinned mischievously and leaned forward . . . blowing a handful of flour in his face. Harry coughed and sneezed, shaking his head to try to rid himself of the fine powder, with little avail. "Grandma!" He wailed, just knowing his hair was going to be a strange gray.

"That was for not telling me about that Umbridge toad," Grandma Lugovalos informed him, tossing another handful on his head for good measure.

"What was that for?" Harry sneezed again, covered in fluffy white flour and attempting to clean his glasses.

"I like to watch you squirm," Grandma Lugvalos smirked. "It's cute."

"Grandma!" Harry moaned pitifully, sniffing at her. "I thought you loved me!"

"You're too cute for your own good, Harry Potter," She teased, reaching up to ruffle his floury hair. Harry smiled sweetly, and tossed his own handful of flour at her. She sneezed as well, using a spell to get the flour off her specs, and smiled at him. "You want to have some fun?"

Harry grinned. He thought Phyrrus and the rest of his family had gotten their tendency for pranks from Chara. But with the look on Grandma Lugovalos' face, he had to wonder if that was really so. "You have something in mind?" He went back to kneading the dough and she joined him, grinning and whispering conspiratorially in his ear. Harry nodded every now and then, a smirk blossoming on his face. "I'm in."

The two finished kneading the dough and made lunch, then set up their prank. Then Grandma Lugovalos proved just what kind of matriarch she was. "Come and get it!" She yelled, and Harry snickered into his sleeve as thundering feet made her smirk even wider. About twenty people rushed into the kitchen at once, Percy, Anders, Sirius, and Leon among them.

"Geronimo!" Grandma Lugovalos and Harry yelled, making them halt, stock still, and get drenched in flour.

The kitchen went dead silent for several seconds until Severus, standing just outside the door, got a good look at his now-flour-covered lover and broke into laughter at the same moment one of the older adults wailed, "Mom!"

"I told you to come and get it," Grandma Lugovalos told him sweetly, and swept contritely into the living room, which was set up for lunch. "Food is on the table," She added, almost as an afterthought.

"Enjoy," Harry smiled and followed her.

Leon and Anders exchanged glanced. "Flour war!" Both announced at once. Grandma Lugovalos smirked, then dove for cover. Harry found out why seconds later when the entire clan joined in on the fight. Percy and Harry stared at the mass confusion for several moments before being hit themselves and retaliating.

Laughing and talking, the group made their way to the tables in the living room, cleaning each other with well-placed spells and joking. "I think I ate some of it," Sirius complained, spiting into the sink.

"Won't hurt you," Anders waved a hand. "Grandma, how come you stayed clean?"

Grandma Lugovalos smirked at her grandson. "I am all powerful," She dead-panned.

Harry groaned again, burying his face in his hands as a still-floury Phyrrus dropped a kiss on his cheek before cleaning up. In America, underage witches and wizards were allowed to use spells with adult supervision. "Why didn't you tell me they were crazy?" Harry whined again, and Phyrrus smirked.

"You had fun," He cajoled, poking Harry in the side, "admit it."

"Of course I did," Harry pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's lips, then leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I was in on the whole thing."

"You minx!" Phyrrus laughed. "You could have warned me."

"And missed the look on your face when Percy sent flour up your nose?" Harry sighed at the memory. That had been classic. "Absolutely not!"

"Well," Chara commented to her son, raising an eyebrow. "At least you were right. He does fit right in."

"And yet, when you say that now it's a great deal less comforting that it was when I originally said it," Phyrrus took an offered bowl started piling food onto his plate. "Why is that?"

"Don't worry, Phyrrus," Leon grinned at his nephew. "Now you know he's got the same devious streak the rest of us do."

"Once again, Uncle Leon," Phyrrus quipped, "not helping."

Severus smirked and winked at Harry. "You should have seen what Mom and I did to them," He confided to the teen.

Harry's eyes grew wide. "Tell, tell!"

"Put it this way," Severus smirked as Leon put his fingers in his ears and began to chant, "III caaan't heeeaaar yooouuu!"

"It involved three chickens, a vacuum, and Bastion's truck."

"You know what," Harry broke in at the look of utter glee passing Severus' face, "I've suddenly decided I don't want to know."

Grandma Lugovalos sighed in time with Severus. "Good times, right there," She murmured, clearly thinking back as the rest of the table imitated Leon. Harry shivered. Why were they all crazy?
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