"Say it!"
Alexander Potter was kneeling in front of his two year old granddaughter, Minerva McGonagall.
"It's simple, Minnie." Alexander said. "Fuck... It's simple really."
Minerva just stared at him with her wide grey eyes.
"Fuck?" She said uncertainly.
Alexander whooped.
"You finally managed it!" He said, a wide grin permanently plastered on his face.
"Managed what?!" Henry Potter, Alexander's son and Minerva's uncle, stood in the doorway of the room.
Alexander smiled sheepishly.
"Well-"
But he was interrupted by Henry.
"Have you taught arsehole yet?" He said mischievously.
Alexander grinned as Minerva said-
"Fuckin' arsehole!"
"Let's get onto shit, shall we?"
"Shit!"
"Well done, Minnie!"
"We should do this more often!" Henry said happily as Minerva jumped around the room saying various swearwords.
"Agreed." Alexander said.
As Alexander watched Henry teach Minerva plenty more swearwords (definitely not suitable for two year olds) Alexander Samuel Potter knew there was nothing more precious to him then his family.
