"Outnumbered"
Day 2
Friday morning-
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was finally going to get the holiday that she deserved and Harry was alright with it. She knew that she would miss her family dearly, but sometimes, one just needs to get away from it all. She took a deep breath and turned to the bedroom door with her suitcase at hand, stopping when she saw her husband leaning against the door frame with his casual, laid-back look.
"Are you sure that you are going to be alright, then?" She asked, concerned that he was going to ask her to stay home. She truly felt bad just leaving him there with the others.
"Love, you go and enjoy your trip. Make sure you send us a post card and tell us all about the white beaches, eh?" He walked over to his wife and kissed her forehead.
Harry lifted up her suitcase and walked with her down the hall. The shouts could be heard all the way from the top of the stairs, and Harry winced at the thought of the challenges that lie ahead. Hermione took his free hand as they walked down the stairs together to meet their doom.
When they finally waked into the kitchen, it was the same as it was every morning in the Potter residence.
Utter chaos.
"I said stop it, Corliss! You're getting toast in my hair!"
"What do you care, Candace, it's not like you brush it or anything. It's just a big brown mop on your ugly head."
"Girls, please! I am TRYING to read!"
"Oh sod off, Sonia."
"Corliss, watch your language, you're setting a bad example for Mab."
"Sod off Asenath."
"Mabel! You see what I mean, Corliss!?"
"GIRLS!" Came Hermione's voice from the back of the kitchen.
The room quickly silenced and six heads turned to face their mother.
"Are we going on holiday?" asked Corliss excitedly, off-handedly throwing another bit of toast at her sister.
"No, dear, we're not, I am. Girls, I need a break and I am just going to take the weekend off."
A great gasp could be heard from all around the table.
"But who will look after us?" Sonia asked. A look of worry and panic ran across her face.
"You're father will."
"Dad?" was the all around reply. They all looked at Harry standing in back of their mother. "Dad can't do anything right!" complained Candace.
"Well thank you for your confidence in my abilities as a parent, girls. I don't think Mum has been doing it by herself for the past twenty three years." Harry said, crossing his arms.
Discussion broke out among the table as all six girls, ranging from ages twenty-three to four began to worry about the next weekend.
"I am only going to be gone for three days! Your father isn't that incompitent."
"Thank you, love."
Hermione went to each girl and placed a kiss at the top of her head. After, she went back to Harry and kissed him lightly before picking up her luggage.
"Now be good while I'm gone. No late-night-junk-food parties, do you hear me? And don't take advantage of your father's ignorance, he's smarter than you think."
With that, a 'pop' noise was heard, and Mrs. Potter was well on her way to the Caribbean.
"Now what?" drones Naresha, who had been silent this whole time.
"Daddy, when's Mummy coming home?" sobbed Mabel, the youngest of the six.
"Mummy will only be gone a weekend, Princess. Don't worry, Daddy's here."
"But I want Mummy!" The little girl began to cry louder than Harry had heard her in a while. All the other five just rolled their eyes and scrambled to get away from the table. In a matter of minutes, the kitchen was totally cleared with the exception of a crying tot and a very confused Harry Potter.
Harry picked up the little girl and held her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to sob into her father's shoulder.
"Now Mab, I need you to help me this weekend. Do you think you can do that? I can't take care of all your sisters at once. How about it, I think we would make a great team." He brushed aside a strand of black hair that had fallen in front of her deep green eyes. She smiled up at him and reached up to kiss his cheek.
Harry remembered the day when Mabel was born. She had been a complete and happy surprise. Harry and Hermione hadn't expected anymore children after Candace. Mabel was the only child in the Potter residence with green eyes. The rest were deep chocolate pools, resembling Hermione. Mabel was always special to Harry because he was the only one who could make her laugh and feel important.
"Daddy, can I go play with Nathan?"
"Of course, Princess. Is it alright with his mother?"
"She said I can play whenever I want!"
"Alright then. Come home soon." With that, Harry kissed his daughter's cheek and sent her on her way to their neighbor's house. They had a son Mabel's age and she just adored that boy.
Harry sat at the kitchen table, thinking about his weekend. He always thought that he was close with his daughters, but for some reason, he felt distant from them. Asenath, the oldest, graduated from Hogwarts years ago as Head Girl. She was twenty-three and still living with her family. She worked with the ministry in for Foreign Relations Department. Sonia, had just graduated from Hogwarts as Head Girl the previous year. She was a book worm and a duplicate of her mother. At age eighteen, she was enrolled to be the next transfiguration professor once the current one retires. Naresha, at the delicate age of sixteen has not much to say about her. She wears extremely small robes and Harry doesn't like it one bit. She plans to be famous singer one day. Corliss is the closest to Harry when it comes to genes. She inherited his black hair, his humor and his quidditch skills. Once again, Gryffindor has another Potter seeker, winning them every game possible at age fifteen. Candace is an outsider, or so Harry knows her as. She has a love for cooking and potions that Harry never thought possible with one of his children. Secretly, Harry had thought that Hermione had a secret affair with Severus Snape, Candace being the result. But Candace was all Harry and Hermione, now at thirteen, loved her biting sarcasm.
Harry sighed and stood up. This weekend, he was going to get to know his children much better.
Day 2
Friday morning-
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was finally going to get the holiday that she deserved and Harry was alright with it. She knew that she would miss her family dearly, but sometimes, one just needs to get away from it all. She took a deep breath and turned to the bedroom door with her suitcase at hand, stopping when she saw her husband leaning against the door frame with his casual, laid-back look.
"Are you sure that you are going to be alright, then?" She asked, concerned that he was going to ask her to stay home. She truly felt bad just leaving him there with the others.
"Love, you go and enjoy your trip. Make sure you send us a post card and tell us all about the white beaches, eh?" He walked over to his wife and kissed her forehead.
Harry lifted up her suitcase and walked with her down the hall. The shouts could be heard all the way from the top of the stairs, and Harry winced at the thought of the challenges that lie ahead. Hermione took his free hand as they walked down the stairs together to meet their doom.
When they finally waked into the kitchen, it was the same as it was every morning in the Potter residence.
Utter chaos.
"I said stop it, Corliss! You're getting toast in my hair!"
"What do you care, Candace, it's not like you brush it or anything. It's just a big brown mop on your ugly head."
"Girls, please! I am TRYING to read!"
"Oh sod off, Sonia."
"Corliss, watch your language, you're setting a bad example for Mab."
"Sod off Asenath."
"Mabel! You see what I mean, Corliss!?"
"GIRLS!" Came Hermione's voice from the back of the kitchen.
The room quickly silenced and six heads turned to face their mother.
"Are we going on holiday?" asked Corliss excitedly, off-handedly throwing another bit of toast at her sister.
"No, dear, we're not, I am. Girls, I need a break and I am just going to take the weekend off."
A great gasp could be heard from all around the table.
"But who will look after us?" Sonia asked. A look of worry and panic ran across her face.
"You're father will."
"Dad?" was the all around reply. They all looked at Harry standing in back of their mother. "Dad can't do anything right!" complained Candace.
"Well thank you for your confidence in my abilities as a parent, girls. I don't think Mum has been doing it by herself for the past twenty three years." Harry said, crossing his arms.
Discussion broke out among the table as all six girls, ranging from ages twenty-three to four began to worry about the next weekend.
"I am only going to be gone for three days! Your father isn't that incompitent."
"Thank you, love."
Hermione went to each girl and placed a kiss at the top of her head. After, she went back to Harry and kissed him lightly before picking up her luggage.
"Now be good while I'm gone. No late-night-junk-food parties, do you hear me? And don't take advantage of your father's ignorance, he's smarter than you think."
With that, a 'pop' noise was heard, and Mrs. Potter was well on her way to the Caribbean.
"Now what?" drones Naresha, who had been silent this whole time.
"Daddy, when's Mummy coming home?" sobbed Mabel, the youngest of the six.
"Mummy will only be gone a weekend, Princess. Don't worry, Daddy's here."
"But I want Mummy!" The little girl began to cry louder than Harry had heard her in a while. All the other five just rolled their eyes and scrambled to get away from the table. In a matter of minutes, the kitchen was totally cleared with the exception of a crying tot and a very confused Harry Potter.
Harry picked up the little girl and held her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to sob into her father's shoulder.
"Now Mab, I need you to help me this weekend. Do you think you can do that? I can't take care of all your sisters at once. How about it, I think we would make a great team." He brushed aside a strand of black hair that had fallen in front of her deep green eyes. She smiled up at him and reached up to kiss his cheek.
Harry remembered the day when Mabel was born. She had been a complete and happy surprise. Harry and Hermione hadn't expected anymore children after Candace. Mabel was the only child in the Potter residence with green eyes. The rest were deep chocolate pools, resembling Hermione. Mabel was always special to Harry because he was the only one who could make her laugh and feel important.
"Daddy, can I go play with Nathan?"
"Of course, Princess. Is it alright with his mother?"
"She said I can play whenever I want!"
"Alright then. Come home soon." With that, Harry kissed his daughter's cheek and sent her on her way to their neighbor's house. They had a son Mabel's age and she just adored that boy.
Harry sat at the kitchen table, thinking about his weekend. He always thought that he was close with his daughters, but for some reason, he felt distant from them. Asenath, the oldest, graduated from Hogwarts years ago as Head Girl. She was twenty-three and still living with her family. She worked with the ministry in for Foreign Relations Department. Sonia, had just graduated from Hogwarts as Head Girl the previous year. She was a book worm and a duplicate of her mother. At age eighteen, she was enrolled to be the next transfiguration professor once the current one retires. Naresha, at the delicate age of sixteen has not much to say about her. She wears extremely small robes and Harry doesn't like it one bit. She plans to be famous singer one day. Corliss is the closest to Harry when it comes to genes. She inherited his black hair, his humor and his quidditch skills. Once again, Gryffindor has another Potter seeker, winning them every game possible at age fifteen. Candace is an outsider, or so Harry knows her as. She has a love for cooking and potions that Harry never thought possible with one of his children. Secretly, Harry had thought that Hermione had a secret affair with Severus Snape, Candace being the result. But Candace was all Harry and Hermione, now at thirteen, loved her biting sarcasm.
Harry sighed and stood up. This weekend, he was going to get to know his children much better.