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Mother and father walked towards the door, then turned around to watch their children sleep into dream land. Father switched off the light, and mother leaned herself in her husband's loving arms.
"Growing up so fast..." She whispered, partly proud but partly sad, as are all mother's with the foreboding sense of empty nest syndrome.
He hugged her, "They don't even want their old man to read them stories anymore."
She coughed, causing her husband to look down at her with concern. Waving it off, "It's nothing, sweetheart. It's just the potion wearing off..." She whispered, her British accent slightly soft, brushed with her American accent.
He cleared his throat as well, his true accents slowly coming out. "I hate having to keep this from the children."
"We can't risk it." She reminded him. "It was bad enough Miss Rowling discovered us, not to mention that Voldemort is still at large. Can't you still feel his presence somewhere?"
"Of course I can! Who in the wizarding world can't?"
"Which is why we had to move and leave our world, a world that we've grown up in, and all for the safety of our children. I am not putting Helen and Jimmy through what we've been through. Not again.... not ever. If it's not Voldemort, it'll probably be some other wizard or witch gone mad!"
Her husband held her tighter, softly whispering in her ear. "Do you think it was a good idea to sell our history to Miss Rowling?"
"Well," She began thoughtfully, slowly walking with him outside of the children's room so that they can't hear. "She promised us secrecy and a new start in America. Not to mention a good half of the profits, especially now from the movies."
"That young boy looks nothing like me..." He shook his head, causing his wife to laugh.
"Well, don't complain too much, sweetheart. With the both of us working, and with the extra money coming in... I think we have a pretty good, and safe, life." She glanced back into the children's room, looking lovingly at her darling little ones.
Sharing the same thought as his wife, "If anything, we have two reasons right in that room that says we made the right choice to leave."
"Can you believe their little theory?" She giggled softly.
"I know... part of me should be insulted with that whole Ron getting Hermione just because Harry died." He chuckled.
"Should we ruin their fun and tell them what really happened?" She asked, with the flick of her wrist, closed the door quietly.
He held her tight, shaking his head. "Nah... let them have their fun... we both know how the story really ends..."
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"Should we let them know that we know, Jimmy?"
"Nah... let them have their fun. Besides, Helen, we have our secrets too."
"Hey! Orb me back my mouse, you weasel! If you don't, I'll tell mom and dad on you!"
"Cry baby..."
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A/N: So... any guesses? I know whom I'm thinking about... And if I feel like it, maybe I might write another chapter to reveal the answers... Guess it depends on my mood. Comments, no flames please, and guesses are encouraged to be made via Review. Thank you for your reading time and have a nice day.