** Sorry it has taken so long me luvvies, a lot has happened in this year. I make a promise now that I will upload at least a chapter a week until I run out of material.

Natulcien Seregon

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Ron practically threw himself into the seat next to me with a sigh. He had fared worse then me in Transfiguration, and mum had helped us! I had been in the trophy room a few times since arriving and had seen the Transfiguration award given to my mum when she was at school. She had never said how good she actually was at that lesson, though she had offered before to show Ron Neville and me a few things before. Stupidly on reflection, we had refused, much more interested in the bangs and whizzes that dad was willing to show us at his cauldron on occasions.

Neville was waving his wand, concentrating hard on something in front of him. He muttered something and there was a bang. Ron laughed loudly as the haze of smoke drifted by. Neville gave him a look that would have rivalled a raging hippogriffs, that shut him up quickly.

"Harry, do you think your mum would help me next time I go round yours?" Neville asked.

"You know that mum would help anyone Nev." I replied. She had offered several times in the past.

Ron chuckled next to me. "Except for your dad."

I grinned, the last time that dad had asked mum for help somehow she had ended up covered in a fluorescent green goo. Since then she had refused to help dad with anything while me or Meg were around. Fred and George had loved it though. Dad was like their god, Sirius was too before… well just before.

"Harry, Hedwig." Ron said breaking my thoughts. He pointed at the window. I jumped up to pull my owl in. She liked coming every now and then, just for some love I think. During the time I had got her to when I went to school she had slept in my room, now she stayed in the owlery.

"Hey look, she has a note!" Ron pointed out. I took it from her leg, there were only two words on the paper

"Come Over." Written in Hagrids untidy scrawl. I elbowed Ron who read it with a grin. Neville gave us a strange look.

"Can I come too Harry?" He asked.

I nodded "Course! Hagrid won't mind more company." I said with a smile. Neville's face broke into a huge smile. Even though he had known Ron and me for years he always seemed to get left out unintentionally. Sometimes he seemed reluctant to enjoy himself too much, he seemed afraid to be too good a friend to people in case something happened to them and he was left alone. Mum always encouraged me to include Neville in what I did, she and his parents Frank and Alice had been good friends. Mum had never recovered from what had happened to them. Every Christmas we would go to St Mungos to give them a present, even if they didn't realise what it was or who we were. Sometimes Alice would seem like she knew dad but those moments were rare.

We climbed out of the common room and went on our way to Hagrids. It wasn't late so people were still around, milling in the corridors, with some in the Great Hall playing games like Wizarding Chess. A great game, until a certain red-haired friend decapitated your Queen and won the game, which seemed to be most of the time. I waved at someone, not looking where I was going when someone stepped in front of me.

"Potter." Said a voice dripping in dislike.

I looked up. "Malfoy." I said coolly.

"I heard that you had practised on your broom before coming to Hogwarts, is that right?"

"I played Quidditch with my Father, yes if that is what you meant." I answered, Malfoy getting on my nerves already.

"Did you get taught how to cheat? I heard that Sirius Black was good at blowing up the competition."

My anger leapt up like starved flames that had been given new wood. I didn't even think of reaching for my wand, my fist curled up and I punched Malfoy hard on the nose. I heard a satisfying crunch as my fist connected. Unfortunately for me a certain hook-nosed teacher happened to materialise next to us as I swung at Malfoy. Neville went very white.

"I think you should come with me Mister Potter." Professor Snape said softly.

I watched as Meg, Charisa and Will devoured their spaghetti with a smile. Spaghetti bolognaise had to be one of my favourite dishes to do. Luckily the children thought so too. Unluckily, it normally took me about an hour to clean up after the family had eaten it together.

James can through the door and threw his bag in the cupboard, he kicked his shoes off before coming over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey you." He said with a smile.

"Eeewwww!" We heard from the table. James chuckled.

"Mum! Dad! That's disgusting!" Meg said loudly. James gave me another kiss then disappeared upstairs. I smiled then turned back to the table. Charisa was looking at me thoughtfully.

"Right, children, clear up and get ready for bed." I said. Pride filled me up as they all jumped down and cleared the table, putting the dishes in the sink.

"I'll wash." Will said, getting up on the stool that gave him the correct height for him to be able to actually see what he was doing. It had been quite funny before I had put the stool there, just seeing these arms pop up over the counter, trying to feel where everything was so that they could clean.

James came back downstairs dressed in a cream jumper with jeans. He sat down in his favourite chair with his eyes closed.

The kids finished with the chores and I heard them race upstairs to get changed. They knew that so long as they got ready quickly they were allowed to sit up and read or play a quiet game before they were made to sleep. I went to James and sat on his lap.

"Good day?" I asked, stroking his messy black hair away from his face.

"Mmm." Was the reply I got. "You?"

"Yeah. Good." I loved it when we could be a proper family, without the rushing around trying to do everything for everyone.

"Night Aunt Lily, Uncle James." Wills voice said from the door. Meg shot in with no warning and did an amazing flying leap at us. She covered her father's face with kisses, like she did every night, so that it would keep him loved until morning. Charisa wandered in and gave James a kiss before going to stand next to her brother. Will took her hand and squeezed it before they both went upstairs.

Meg started to get up.

"Meg, is Charisa alright?" I asked her.

Meg nodded with a small smile. "She was wondering earlier if Sirius and Sansa were the same as you two were when they were together." She said simply. "Mum, don't come up too soon." She disappeared and I heard her thumping upstairs.

I looked at James, a question forming as he asked "What are we like?"

I shrugged then got up to tuck the kids in. When I got back downstairs I heard a knock on the door. I opened it.

"Severus?" I asked as a man stepped out of the blackness.

"Lils." He replied. There was the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

"Hey Sev." James said as he popped his head round the doorframe. "You alright?"

Severus smiled at him. "I'm ok."

"Oh god, what has Harry done?" I asked, for some unknown reason I was suddenly scared for my little boy.

Severus's lip twitched, his dark eyes laughing. "Something that you would be proud of James."

James had just took a mouthfull of leftover spaghetti and his questioning noise did not sound nice.

"I had to break up a fight earlier between a certain young Potter and a Mr Malfoy."

James swallowed and punched the air triuphantly. "Who won?" He asked