So... UPDATE!
Yeah, this chapter has been a sitting duck in my computer for a few weeks, so forgive me if it seems sketchy.
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"How old are you?"
Otto had been asked that question by… bite-sized people for an entire hour. He had answered them with the same, blunt 'Don't ask'. However, his patience had started to wear off after the thirty-third time.
During the thirty-fourth time, Otto was twitching furiously, and even the kids could see it. Wing was as blank as ever, but from the flares in his eyes, Otto could tell that his friends was annoyed after yet another round of "Why is your hair so long?" directed to him.
Laura and Shelby were given hardly any notice, if none at all. They seemed to enjoy their male friends' torture.
Before Otto could burst, however, Harry came in the room to prevent an eruption.
"Come on James, Albus, help your sister and mother get dinner ready. Don't harass the guests." He said with a wicked smile. The two of them seemingly glared at their father, when the older man stared them down. They sighed, and left the room.
"Sorry about that," Harry said apologetically. "They have a… natural curiosity."
"We noticed." Otto said irritably, and then he forced a smile. It didn't seem well to be unfriendly to Harry, who offered a temporary home. Besides, it was in London. He was as near to the orphanage as he could get.
"It's very kind of you to offer your residence to us, if not just for a short while." Wing said politely, though still with a fiery look in his eye. "We are most thankful."
"No problem." Said Harry, waving it off. "Least we could do. Besides, we were ordered by our confidential, on the terms of a favor."
"So you're helping us on the pretense of an order?" Shelby asked casually.
"No! Of course not. It's just that—"
"Hey, dinner's ready!" shouted a young female voice. Otto supposed this was the 'sister'. Harry beckoned the four of them to the dining room.
At the table, Ron and Hermione were setting the table, while Albus and James were placing the food onto dishes. Meanwhile, a look-alike of Ginny was bringing out a few pitchers of water. The room was fairly large, large enough to fit the onslaught of two more kids.
As everyone gathered to the table, it was clear that the Potters were not used to having too many guests. They didn't seem to mind though, as their chatter with the adults and children kept a high mood in the dining room.
After about ten minutes of plate clanging and food eating, Albus spoke up.
"Dad, who are these people anyway? You said that you'd explain during dinner." He said, and Harry sighed.
"Now's not a good time Albus. Besides, we're still eating dinner, there shouldn't be any interruptions here." he said. But with the hard stare Harry was receiving, he had to give in.
"These people are… charges." He said. "We were assigned to take care of them, as they will stay in Hogwarts to hide from… external threats."
The heavy atmosphere suddenly disappeared; the Potters began eating once more.
"Do you not think that you, to use the common phrase, 'cut that close'?" Wing asked. "To be honest, that was what I was expecting from them." Harry replied, forking his roast chicken slices. "They've gotten used to our line of work."
"Which is…"
"Usually we work as Aurors, or dark wizard catchers. I'll explain later." Harry said, as Wing tilted his head to the said. "But we have a fairly different side of work, a rather… unique kind of job."
"What's that?" Wing asked.
"That I cannot tell you, sorry." Harry said apologetically. "Not even the kids know." He whispered, as Wing set his gaze on Lily, Albus, and James.
"So he has this secret job that none of his family members know about? Some 'Chosen One', whatever that is." Said Otto.
"Ginny seems to be in on the secret. He only mentioned his children when he told me of it." Wing replied.
It was fairly late already. Dinner had finished, and after a set of fights between two of the Potter children, everyone went to sleep. Everyone except Otto and Wing, of course.
"I wonder what his job could be… maybe it has something to do with us going to this Hogwarts School." Otto said.
"Or it could be something that involves that 'confidential' Draco had mentioned before." Wing added. Otto sighed.
"I suppose so." He said, and they settled in for the night.
Hah. Not the best ._.;
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