You Can Always Come Home
by Tatt Skywalker
Chapter Six:
Welcoming Returning Heroes?
"Harry Potter is coming today, Frank!" Reneé shouted in excitement. "*THE* Harry Potter, Frank! He is coming here! Today!"
Frank laughed. "Kinda hard to miss that fact," he said. "What with you all excited and Dad all ticked off..."
"Ticked off?" Reneé asked. "Why?"
"Well..." Frank began hesitantly. "I don't think my dad wants Harry Potter to come here."
Reneé stared open mouthed. "How can't he?! They were friends. He should want to see him again."
"I know, I'd think so too," Frank said.
"Wonder why he doesn't," Reneé thought aloud.
Frank in turn said, "I just hope they don't expect much of a warm welcome. Cause they won't getting one from my dad.
***
Sirius sat in the Great Hall playing wizard's chess with Rylee. Once again, he was losing. Rylee was a prodigy. It was too bad she didn't have anyone really good to play with... well, there was Ron but he was busy with Arthur and the Ford Angela which Arthur had decided would now be called Ford.
Sirius watched as Rylee took his knight. "You know... I'm going to get your mother on this," he told her.
Rylee looked at him. "Get her on what?"
"Yesterday, your mother said she was pregnant with triplets," Sirius told his daughter. "But *I* know better. This is just a joke... to get back at me from back when we were in school."
"So... how are you going to get her, Dad?"
"I'm going to along with it... and then when she thinks I'm surprised when it is only one baby, you'll be my witness that I already knew," Sirius explained.
"Yeah, Dad," Rylee said and rolled her eyes. She took one of Sirius's pawns.
"Hey! I was distracted!" Sirius protested.
"It was my move anyways," Rylee told him.
Sirius relented and moved one of his pieces across the board.
***
"Mum?" five year old Bryatt Black said. "Do you want Harry Potter to come here?"
"Of course, honey," Lyria said. "He was a nice boy. I taught him Defense Against the Dark Arts for a little while one year. I liked him."
"He is coming tonight isn't he, Mum?"
Lyria smiled. "Yes," she told him. "And I suppose that Hermione and Debbie will be down in the kitchens making as big a meal as they can."
Bryatt's face lit up. "With chicken?"
"I'd say it likely," Lyria answered with a smile. "But no feeding any of it to those crups of yours. Got it?"
"Okay, Mum," Bryatt responded.
Lyria suddenly flinched and let out a soft, "Ooh" as she steadied her self on her dresser.
Bryatt jumped of the bed and ran over to her. "You okay, Mum?"
Lyria smiled at him. "Yes... it'll be a good thing when these three are born. Then your father can take care of them.
Bryatt looked at her shocked. "Th-three?"
***
Arthur and sat on top of the Ford Angela with his father. The car was going slowly (about 20 miles per hour) through the feilds. Arthur was quiet which was unusual since he was normally quite the chatterbox.
"What's wrong, Arthur?" Ron asked his son.
"Just thinking," the boy replied.
"'Bout what?"
"'Bout Aunt Ginny and Harry Potter coming today," Arthur said.
"Yeah?" Ron asked. "What do you think about that?"
"I think it'll be great to see Aunt Ginny!" He shouted happily. "And then Uncle Percy when he comes." He was quiet for a moment. "I wish Uncle Charlie would come back to visit."
"I'd like to see him again, too, Artie," Ron told his son. "But Romania is a ways away and broom travel is very dangerous. You're likely to be shot down by Muggles. So it may be a while longer til he can get back out here."
"Where you think Aunt Ginny and Harry Potter have been?" Arthur questioned his father.
Ron thought for a moment then answered, "That is a very good question, Artie. Guess we'll have to ask them w hen they get here."
***
Salazar and his mother, Ariana Snape, walked into the Great Hall. Debbie, Hermione and LaVonna Dean had worked hard with the house elves to make the biggest meal they could. Hermione was busting with excitement.
"Shouldn't they be here by now?" Salazar asked irritably.
Ariana scolded him. She knew that he wasn't at all happy that Potter and Weasley's sister were coming but he didn't have to be so open about it. It was a proud Snape feature to keep their emotions hidden.
Salazar wasn't the least bit phased by the repremand. Why should he be civil about the people who had allowed the wizarding world to fall into decay? And why all this food and celebration for the return of cowards?
Ariana walked over to help Hermione set the tables. They put silverware on the Gryffindor table and the Slytherin table. No matter how united the Castle group was, Severus Snape and Malfoy refused to sit at the Gryffindor table and restricted their children from sitting at it too.
Salazar didn't mind not sitting with the others. He was better than them, he knew. Mixed bloods, the lot of them. Except the Weasley's but then he didn't really like them. Well... maybe he liked Jenna but... that didn't matter.
He rolled his eyes as Reneé, Frank and Harry ran into the room and towards the food. Hermione headed them off.
"We're having guests, we won't eat before they arrive," she said.
The three of them groaned and Salazar once again rolled his eyes when Hermione relented and allowed them to each take a roll. Their disrespect for the arriving visitors (cowards or not) was rewarded. Salazar knew he'd never behave like that.
***
After an hour, the sun began to set and everyone gathered in the Great Hall. Stomachs growled and tensions began to grow.
"They aren't coming," Reneé said dejectedly to Frank.
Suddenly, there was a loud pounding at the Main Door. Everyone flocked into the hallway. After a moment of hesitation, Sirius and Severus pulled open the doors.
by Tatt Skywalker
Chapter Six:
Welcoming Returning Heroes?
"Harry Potter is coming today, Frank!" Reneé shouted in excitement. "*THE* Harry Potter, Frank! He is coming here! Today!"
Frank laughed. "Kinda hard to miss that fact," he said. "What with you all excited and Dad all ticked off..."
"Ticked off?" Reneé asked. "Why?"
"Well..." Frank began hesitantly. "I don't think my dad wants Harry Potter to come here."
Reneé stared open mouthed. "How can't he?! They were friends. He should want to see him again."
"I know, I'd think so too," Frank said.
"Wonder why he doesn't," Reneé thought aloud.
Frank in turn said, "I just hope they don't expect much of a warm welcome. Cause they won't getting one from my dad.
***
Sirius sat in the Great Hall playing wizard's chess with Rylee. Once again, he was losing. Rylee was a prodigy. It was too bad she didn't have anyone really good to play with... well, there was Ron but he was busy with Arthur and the Ford Angela which Arthur had decided would now be called Ford.
Sirius watched as Rylee took his knight. "You know... I'm going to get your mother on this," he told her.
Rylee looked at him. "Get her on what?"
"Yesterday, your mother said she was pregnant with triplets," Sirius told his daughter. "But *I* know better. This is just a joke... to get back at me from back when we were in school."
"So... how are you going to get her, Dad?"
"I'm going to along with it... and then when she thinks I'm surprised when it is only one baby, you'll be my witness that I already knew," Sirius explained.
"Yeah, Dad," Rylee said and rolled her eyes. She took one of Sirius's pawns.
"Hey! I was distracted!" Sirius protested.
"It was my move anyways," Rylee told him.
Sirius relented and moved one of his pieces across the board.
***
"Mum?" five year old Bryatt Black said. "Do you want Harry Potter to come here?"
"Of course, honey," Lyria said. "He was a nice boy. I taught him Defense Against the Dark Arts for a little while one year. I liked him."
"He is coming tonight isn't he, Mum?"
Lyria smiled. "Yes," she told him. "And I suppose that Hermione and Debbie will be down in the kitchens making as big a meal as they can."
Bryatt's face lit up. "With chicken?"
"I'd say it likely," Lyria answered with a smile. "But no feeding any of it to those crups of yours. Got it?"
"Okay, Mum," Bryatt responded.
Lyria suddenly flinched and let out a soft, "Ooh" as she steadied her self on her dresser.
Bryatt jumped of the bed and ran over to her. "You okay, Mum?"
Lyria smiled at him. "Yes... it'll be a good thing when these three are born. Then your father can take care of them.
Bryatt looked at her shocked. "Th-three?"
***
Arthur and sat on top of the Ford Angela with his father. The car was going slowly (about 20 miles per hour) through the feilds. Arthur was quiet which was unusual since he was normally quite the chatterbox.
"What's wrong, Arthur?" Ron asked his son.
"Just thinking," the boy replied.
"'Bout what?"
"'Bout Aunt Ginny and Harry Potter coming today," Arthur said.
"Yeah?" Ron asked. "What do you think about that?"
"I think it'll be great to see Aunt Ginny!" He shouted happily. "And then Uncle Percy when he comes." He was quiet for a moment. "I wish Uncle Charlie would come back to visit."
"I'd like to see him again, too, Artie," Ron told his son. "But Romania is a ways away and broom travel is very dangerous. You're likely to be shot down by Muggles. So it may be a while longer til he can get back out here."
"Where you think Aunt Ginny and Harry Potter have been?" Arthur questioned his father.
Ron thought for a moment then answered, "That is a very good question, Artie. Guess we'll have to ask them w hen they get here."
***
Salazar and his mother, Ariana Snape, walked into the Great Hall. Debbie, Hermione and LaVonna Dean had worked hard with the house elves to make the biggest meal they could. Hermione was busting with excitement.
"Shouldn't they be here by now?" Salazar asked irritably.
Ariana scolded him. She knew that he wasn't at all happy that Potter and Weasley's sister were coming but he didn't have to be so open about it. It was a proud Snape feature to keep their emotions hidden.
Salazar wasn't the least bit phased by the repremand. Why should he be civil about the people who had allowed the wizarding world to fall into decay? And why all this food and celebration for the return of cowards?
Ariana walked over to help Hermione set the tables. They put silverware on the Gryffindor table and the Slytherin table. No matter how united the Castle group was, Severus Snape and Malfoy refused to sit at the Gryffindor table and restricted their children from sitting at it too.
Salazar didn't mind not sitting with the others. He was better than them, he knew. Mixed bloods, the lot of them. Except the Weasley's but then he didn't really like them. Well... maybe he liked Jenna but... that didn't matter.
He rolled his eyes as Reneé, Frank and Harry ran into the room and towards the food. Hermione headed them off.
"We're having guests, we won't eat before they arrive," she said.
The three of them groaned and Salazar once again rolled his eyes when Hermione relented and allowed them to each take a roll. Their disrespect for the arriving visitors (cowards or not) was rewarded. Salazar knew he'd never behave like that.
***
After an hour, the sun began to set and everyone gathered in the Great Hall. Stomachs growled and tensions began to grow.
"They aren't coming," Reneé said dejectedly to Frank.
Suddenly, there was a loud pounding at the Main Door. Everyone flocked into the hallway. After a moment of hesitation, Sirius and Severus pulled open the doors.
