Getting Married
Last time I looked I still don't own, sigh.
Harry threw himself into Sylvia's arms, "I missed you," he said his voice filled with laughter.
"I missed you as well, Harry," Sylvia picked him up and spun him around before setting him on the ground and staring at him, "I swear you've grown almost a foot." She kissed his forehead causing the boy to blush. He turned and hugged MoneyPenny who smiled at him. They had been keeping in contact via computer. She had been tutoring him in languages during his schooling times. He knew a smattering of French, Italian and German from her and was learning a bit of Japanese from his friend that he had met at the shrine in Japan. He didn't know what happened but his father had kept a very close eye on him for days afterwards and his scar on his forehead was beginning to fade.
MoneyPenny ruffled his hair and handed Harry a folder, "Mallory would like your report on Monday." She told them both, "I think you already have a ride home," she smiled mischievously at Harry who turned to look at the kissing Sylvia and James.
"Ewww," Harry said wrinkling his nose, causing all the adults to laugh.
Harry had given his report to Mallory and was now waiting out in the small office with MoneyPenny as James and Mallory talked. "So…" Harry leaned against the woman and she snickered and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Well," she handed it to him, "in the past four months, James has been rumored to have married five times to four different women." Harry shook his head these rumors were just plain silly, his father since he had met him and according to the constant rumor mill had been married over 10 times. His father might one day get married, but Harry wasn't holding his breath on that. The door to the inner office opened and James walked out, "ready scamp?"
Harry jumped off the desk and hugged his father around his waist, "yep."
"Let's go home," James said and nodded to MoneyPenny who smiled back and waved to Harry who skipped out of the office beside him.