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Summary: (Muggle!AU) On a Friday afternoon, Miss Pristley wonders what kind of father Harry Potter has.
Miss Pristley is having a normal lunch on a normal Friday afternoon.
She is working as a kindergarten teacher in a private and exclusive primary school in England. Most students here are children of people with high position in the government or came from wealthy family.
Biting on her sandwich that she was looking forward to the whole day, she looks at the list of names listed on her sheet, making sure all the kids gave their parents names to her for the meeting she will have later.
She will hand the paper to the guard at the gate to confirm that only registered parents can come in for security purposes.
She was about to put the paper back in her drawer when 5 year old Harry Potter came up to her desk and she smiled.
As a teacher, she is not allowed to have favourites but she can't help but adore the kid.
Harry, who is always willing to participate in class and befriends kids who always sits timidly in the corner. Kids that, after spending a few days playing with Harry, will be seen approaching other kids and going out of their shell.
There is something about the kid that brings out the best from Miss Pristley's other students and when she met Harry's mother on last month's parent teacher meeting, she wondered where the kid got it from.
It is not that Mrs Potter is horrible, she is very kind but is a fierce lady. She with her emerald green eyes is a force that a normal person will be scared of.
How her eyes are as deadly as Harry's are adorable when both are the same colour.
She is not rude, she is actually very polite when Miss Pristley spoke with her about Harry's progress but there is something about her that radiates power.
Like she's commanding people to follow her without saying it but at the same time, she saw how much Mrs Potter loves Harry. She wonders what kind of man Mrs Potter fell in love with.
"Miss?", a little voice snapped her back to reality and she looked at the kid.
"What can I help you with today, Harry?", Miss Pristley asked.
The kid giggled cutely at being addressed like that but answered, "I just want to change the name I wrote down for the meeting later"
Miss Pristley wondered what's wrong wih Mrs Potter and why won't she be able to attend but she did not want to pry. She erased the name "Lily Potter" from the paper.
"Sure, Harry. Here you go."
She gave the kid the paper and handed him a pen. After a few scribbles, Harry handed the paper back and hopped away to play after a quick chime of "Thank you, Miss!"
She was going to have a quick look at the new name but a group of kids suddenly started fighting and she came to sort it out.
Afterwards, it slipped her mind to check the list again before handing the sheet to the guard on the gate.
3 o'clock came and it is now time for the meeting.
Miss Pristley is in her classroom, greeting parents who are coming in alone or in pairs with their spouses.
She was just chatting with Mrs Bainbridge about her orchids when she heard the chatters of the parents halt and the whispers to start and she saw why.
Two men came in the room. They don't look weird but they look certainly out of place from the sea of middle aged men wearing button up shirts and ironed trousers.
She wonders if these two men are older brothers of one of her students. Or maybe uncles?
First of all, the two men are young, around their early or mid twenties and both are wearing casual clothes.
The first man, whose face is so familiar that she thinks she knows him somewhere, has short, messy, black hair is wearing square rimmed glasses, a red shirt with the ABBA logo on the front, a black but faded denim jacket and an black jeans with a pair of red converse.
Miss Pristley can see most of the fathers in the room eyeing the man, maybe judging his clothes but with hint of envy in their eyes. Probably from the man's full head of hair who is thrice as thick as most of what is on the head of the men in the room.
Her eyes moved to the second man and her breath skipped. For the man is gorgeous.
His face is that of an aristocrat. A face that you would expect from a roman sculpture.
He is wearing his long hair in a braid down his head and over his left shoulder. He is wearing a zipped up black leather jacket, black jeans and combat boots.
She saw that she is not the only one taken aback by the second man as half the wives in the room are drooling over him.
Miss Pristley can tell that this will be the longest hour of her life.
After the meeting, she is curious to see who the 2 young men came for. She is bidding goodbyes to some parents when she caught something on the corner of her eyes.
She saw the man holding young Harry up on his arms and finally realized from where she knows the short haired young man. Miss Pristley feels stupid for not realizing that this is Harry's dad.
Their faces are so similar that the only thing setting them apart from their age is Harry's eyes.
"I saw you fall asleep five times, Dad", little Harry said, teasing his father.
"I did not, I was just looking down to see if the floor is clean.", his father said. The long haired man interjected, "Mate, there was a point where you wiped the drool from your face. Don't lie to Prongslet about that."
She did not expect this, she thought Mrs Potter must have had really high standards.
At that, Harry suddenly jumped from his father's arms to the other man's with a shout of "Uncle Siri! You came!!"
"Of course, pup. I can't leave Prongs alone to socialize by himself. He might have a heart attack", the man, who Miss Pristley guesses is 'Siri' said.
That is a weird name.
The father took Harry and started tickling him which made the kid laugh loudly. The other kids looked up to see the father and son playing with envy on their eyes.
Unfortunately, most of these kids grew up with nannies and probably never played with their dads like this.
After a few minutes, Harry spoke between short intake of air.
"Siri, we have to buy chocolates!! Moony will be sad that you left him alone", Harry said.
Moony? Is that Siri's girlfriend? Miss Pristley wonders how she looks like.
"How about we go buy one for Moony later?", with his, Harry squealed. What a lucky girl.
Miss Pristley felt sad about that. Thinking that, obviously, a man as beautiful as that will have a girlfriend.
But despite the disappointment, she felt relieved and happy she finally got her answer and it fits perfectly well.
She looks at the two men on either side of Harry, walking towards the entrance and she smiled.
The reason Harry is the way he is because of the unusual combination of his calm before the storm of a mother and an easy going but kind father.
He not only got the best features of his parents, but also their kind hearts.
Miss Pristley can only imagine what a beautiful family Harry Potter has.
This is my first story and I hope you'll like it. Reviews are deeply appreciated