Sacrifice "Outnumbered"
A/N: Thought I might tell you, this one isn't very funny, but you'll see why I need it in the future! Try to enjoy it for my sake!
Day 2
Saturday - afternoon
Harry had totally washed his face clean and went downstairs to find the six girls sitting on the couch, just talking and playing games. Asenath and Sonia were in a discussion on their latest book, Corliss and Naresha were playing a game of exploding snap, and Candace was reading a book to Mabel. Harry smiled at his family and felt so much love and happiness in this room. He would have stayed to talk and play with the girls if Mr. Mumpkins had not come in and landed on Harry's shoulder.
"Mr. Mumpkins!" Mabel shouted as she saw the large barn owl land on Harry. It was never Harry's idea to name the great bird Mr. Mumpkins, but had to go along with it when all the girls agreed. It was actually Mabel who named him after a character in her favorite story, "Mr. Mumpkins goes to Diagon Ally".
Harry took the wad of paper from the owl and stroked his head feathers. Mr. Mumpkins spread his large wings and flew over to his perch by the window.
"Look girls! A letter from Mum." He said, waving a postcard in front of them. They all stood around Harry, waiting for him to read it.
Dear Harry and girls,
I miss you all terribly, but I must say that I am truly enjoying myself here. But sometimes I get extremely bored with sitting around on the beach. I took up riding lessons with a wizard name Roule and I am scuba diving daily. I wish that you all could see your old Mum parasail! It is very much fun! I am coming back tomorrow, and I can't wait to see you all then!
Love,
Mum
Harry looked at the picture on the card. The palm trees were swaying in the cool breeze and the waves rolled lazily over the shore. The sun was a magnificent orange in the vivid pink sky. All of the girls sighed as they thought about a handsome, Caribbean Roule riding beside them on a beach beside a setting sun. Harry just furrowed his brow and tried not to think about his wife and the Caribbean wizard.
~*~*~*~
After a wonderful dinner, and many compliments to Candace, the chef, the seven Potters went up the stairs to do their own thing, as usual. Harry sat on his bed, thousands of thoughts clustering inside his mind. Wonderful thoughts such as Hermione, the girls, his life, his past, and many other happy times this weekend whirled around his brain as he stared at the empty wall. But something didn't seem quite settled yet. He had spent time with all of his daughters, except one. Naresha.
Naresha had been quiet this whole weekend, shrugging things off and going her separate ways from the rest of the family. The only things she had said to him were from the bathroom incident that he would rather not repeat. She had always been quiet, or so he thought. Naresha was the most anomalous out of the whole family. She had sleek brown hair instead of the feral bush that the others seemed to inherit. Her eyes were a mucky brown and she wasn't the best student either. She hated Quidditch and despised "Hogwarts: A History" nearly shocking both of her parents to death. But there was one thing about Naresha that made her special. She could sing. Harry hadn't known anyone in his or Hermione's family to sing, which wasn't saying much since he didn't know any of his family. But luck had it that Sirius and Remus were the only people, alive, that had known about Lily's voice. Yes, as it turned out, his mother was also a singer, but usually kept it to herself. Naresha had dreams of becoming the greatest witching singer of all time, and even Harry thought it was possible.
He finally decided that he needed to spend a little more time with his daughter that he knew so little about. Once again, treading back up the stairs to the third floor, he continued down the hall until he saw the last door on the right. He straitened his shirt and gave a face of determination as he prepared to complete this most difficult task. He opened the door and walked inside.
There stood his daughter in the middle of the room, wrapped in the arms of a teenage boy, running her hands through his hair and kissing him with a passion that Harry would never dream possible with his little girl. His hands were roaming her back and moving under her shirt, his face was pressed up against hers, clinging to her as if his life depended on it. All color fell from Harry's face and an angry growl came from the back of his throat as he stared at his daughter and this hoodlum.
"NARESHA!"
"DAD!" She quickly backed away from the boy as he slid his hands out from under her shirt and stood back so at least two feet were between them.
"Who in bloody hell are you?" Harry screamed at the boy. He really didn't need to ask once he saw the boy's face. Platinum blond hair, gray eyes, pointed features. It was the progeny of Malfoy.
"Malfoy, Laird Malfoy." The boy drawled.
Harry was about to kill. He looked between the Naresha and this boy and glared at each of them in the eye.
"Out." Harry pointed at the door, his eyes still glued to Naresha's.
Slowly, Laird moved to the door, eyes pleading with Naresha as he moved.
"Faster, Malfoy, or shall I help you out?" Harry threatened.
He picked up his pace and sprinted down the stairs and out the door. When both heard the front door slam, the generations of Potter turned to each other.
"May I ask, WHY IN BLOODY HELL WAS A MALFOY HERE IN THIS HOUSE, LET ALONE SNOGGING MY DAUGHTER!?" He screamed.
"Why don't you ever RESPECT MY PRIVACY!?" She screamed back.
"Don't change the subject, missy. That... that... MALFOY had no right being in this house!"
"He likes me and I like him, there isn't anything you can do about it!"
"A MALFOY, Naresha, MALFOY!"
"What are you going on about?! You have no right to walk into my personal life like this!"
"I'm your FATHER! I can tell you who you can and cannot see!"
"YOU CAN'T CONTROL MY LIFE!! I HATE YOU!!"
Harry was speechless.
"Alright! I said it, you are a terrible father, never letting me do what I want to do! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
With that, Naresha pushed past her father and ran down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it behind her.
Harry was still rooted at the spot, feeling as if all the Unforgivable curses had hit him over again. Did she really hate him? He felt so hurt and useless, couldn't he do anything right?
He walked out of the room and back to his and shut the door after him. What had he done wrong? Why did she hate him? Was he really that bad of a father? Harry sat there thinking about that and wishing that he could have done something different in that situation, like an 'obliviate' spell or something, when there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" He responded in a hoarse voice.
"Dad?" Sonia peeked her head out behind the door.
"What Sonia?" He asked, looking down. He didn't want to face another one of his daughter if they had the same feelings as Naresha.
"I know what happened. I'm sorry she said that." Sonia said as she walked over to the bed and sat next to her father.
"Thank you, love, but... Am I really a bad father?" he asked her.
She looked at him and smiled.
"Well, I don't think anyone could have done a better job. Naresha didn't really mean it. She says a lot of things when she is angry, but never really means them. I have caught her and that Malfoy on more then one occasion. You think she would have learned to lock the door by now..."
Harry smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her in for a hug.
"Thanks, Sonia, I really needed to hear that."
"No problem, Dad. You just need to talk to her, that's really all she wants. She went to the pond and I expect she'll be back in a few minutes. She usually does that when she's mad with Mum."
Harry kissed the top of her head and she stood up to leave.
"Oh, and I was supposed to tell you that Mab and Candace are baking tarts and want you downstairs to be their tester." She grinned at him.
Harry nodded, "I'll be down in a bit."
Sonia walked out of the room and shut to door behind her. Their talk had made him feel much better. At least five others still loved him, and he would have a talk wit Naresha when she returned.
~*~*~*~
Harry walked down the stairs and met a wonderful aroma just before he entered the kitchen.
"What is that glorious smell?" He asked as he entered. Mabel looked at her father with a smug face, "I baked you a tart, Daddy. All by myself."
"Well done, Princess. How about we eat that tart now."
"NO DADDY! It has to get colder first." She said in an urgent tone. Harry lughed at his little girl and sat back in his chair. Suddenly, the back door creaked open and slammed shut.
Naresha came striding into the kitchen to get to the stairs.
"We need to talk, Naresha." Harry said, looking at his daughter with pleading eyes, but only received a glaring gaze. She gave her father the most venomous glare he had ever seen, then stormed up the stairs.
"Wow... What did you do to her?" Corliss asked, pointing her thumb at the spot where Narsha had just been.
"I walked in on her and Malfoy." Harry said, once again in a slumped mood.
The table gave an all around sigh of understanding.
"Give her seven hours, then she'll talk."
"What do you mean?"
"That ickle girl needs to learn how to lock a door." Corliss continued as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.
"You mean, you all..."
*General nod*
Harry laughed as he reached across the table for one of the blueberries, chuckling at the fact that every person in that room had walked in on the two. Then all of the chatter continued to buzz around the table as things began to return to normal. Harry hoped that he could sort things out with Naresha, he needed to understand her more, maybe even tell her some things about the Malfoy clan that she might not know...
A/N: I'm SooOO sorry that wasn't exactly the best chapter. I am still trying to figure out how their conversation will go.
Read and Review! I would for you! -Birdie's chant.
A/N: Thought I might tell you, this one isn't very funny, but you'll see why I need it in the future! Try to enjoy it for my sake!
Day 2
Saturday - afternoon
Harry had totally washed his face clean and went downstairs to find the six girls sitting on the couch, just talking and playing games. Asenath and Sonia were in a discussion on their latest book, Corliss and Naresha were playing a game of exploding snap, and Candace was reading a book to Mabel. Harry smiled at his family and felt so much love and happiness in this room. He would have stayed to talk and play with the girls if Mr. Mumpkins had not come in and landed on Harry's shoulder.
"Mr. Mumpkins!" Mabel shouted as she saw the large barn owl land on Harry. It was never Harry's idea to name the great bird Mr. Mumpkins, but had to go along with it when all the girls agreed. It was actually Mabel who named him after a character in her favorite story, "Mr. Mumpkins goes to Diagon Ally".
Harry took the wad of paper from the owl and stroked his head feathers. Mr. Mumpkins spread his large wings and flew over to his perch by the window.
"Look girls! A letter from Mum." He said, waving a postcard in front of them. They all stood around Harry, waiting for him to read it.
Dear Harry and girls,
I miss you all terribly, but I must say that I am truly enjoying myself here. But sometimes I get extremely bored with sitting around on the beach. I took up riding lessons with a wizard name Roule and I am scuba diving daily. I wish that you all could see your old Mum parasail! It is very much fun! I am coming back tomorrow, and I can't wait to see you all then!
Love,
Mum
Harry looked at the picture on the card. The palm trees were swaying in the cool breeze and the waves rolled lazily over the shore. The sun was a magnificent orange in the vivid pink sky. All of the girls sighed as they thought about a handsome, Caribbean Roule riding beside them on a beach beside a setting sun. Harry just furrowed his brow and tried not to think about his wife and the Caribbean wizard.
~*~*~*~
After a wonderful dinner, and many compliments to Candace, the chef, the seven Potters went up the stairs to do their own thing, as usual. Harry sat on his bed, thousands of thoughts clustering inside his mind. Wonderful thoughts such as Hermione, the girls, his life, his past, and many other happy times this weekend whirled around his brain as he stared at the empty wall. But something didn't seem quite settled yet. He had spent time with all of his daughters, except one. Naresha.
Naresha had been quiet this whole weekend, shrugging things off and going her separate ways from the rest of the family. The only things she had said to him were from the bathroom incident that he would rather not repeat. She had always been quiet, or so he thought. Naresha was the most anomalous out of the whole family. She had sleek brown hair instead of the feral bush that the others seemed to inherit. Her eyes were a mucky brown and she wasn't the best student either. She hated Quidditch and despised "Hogwarts: A History" nearly shocking both of her parents to death. But there was one thing about Naresha that made her special. She could sing. Harry hadn't known anyone in his or Hermione's family to sing, which wasn't saying much since he didn't know any of his family. But luck had it that Sirius and Remus were the only people, alive, that had known about Lily's voice. Yes, as it turned out, his mother was also a singer, but usually kept it to herself. Naresha had dreams of becoming the greatest witching singer of all time, and even Harry thought it was possible.
He finally decided that he needed to spend a little more time with his daughter that he knew so little about. Once again, treading back up the stairs to the third floor, he continued down the hall until he saw the last door on the right. He straitened his shirt and gave a face of determination as he prepared to complete this most difficult task. He opened the door and walked inside.
There stood his daughter in the middle of the room, wrapped in the arms of a teenage boy, running her hands through his hair and kissing him with a passion that Harry would never dream possible with his little girl. His hands were roaming her back and moving under her shirt, his face was pressed up against hers, clinging to her as if his life depended on it. All color fell from Harry's face and an angry growl came from the back of his throat as he stared at his daughter and this hoodlum.
"NARESHA!"
"DAD!" She quickly backed away from the boy as he slid his hands out from under her shirt and stood back so at least two feet were between them.
"Who in bloody hell are you?" Harry screamed at the boy. He really didn't need to ask once he saw the boy's face. Platinum blond hair, gray eyes, pointed features. It was the progeny of Malfoy.
"Malfoy, Laird Malfoy." The boy drawled.
Harry was about to kill. He looked between the Naresha and this boy and glared at each of them in the eye.
"Out." Harry pointed at the door, his eyes still glued to Naresha's.
Slowly, Laird moved to the door, eyes pleading with Naresha as he moved.
"Faster, Malfoy, or shall I help you out?" Harry threatened.
He picked up his pace and sprinted down the stairs and out the door. When both heard the front door slam, the generations of Potter turned to each other.
"May I ask, WHY IN BLOODY HELL WAS A MALFOY HERE IN THIS HOUSE, LET ALONE SNOGGING MY DAUGHTER!?" He screamed.
"Why don't you ever RESPECT MY PRIVACY!?" She screamed back.
"Don't change the subject, missy. That... that... MALFOY had no right being in this house!"
"He likes me and I like him, there isn't anything you can do about it!"
"A MALFOY, Naresha, MALFOY!"
"What are you going on about?! You have no right to walk into my personal life like this!"
"I'm your FATHER! I can tell you who you can and cannot see!"
"YOU CAN'T CONTROL MY LIFE!! I HATE YOU!!"
Harry was speechless.
"Alright! I said it, you are a terrible father, never letting me do what I want to do! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
With that, Naresha pushed past her father and ran down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it behind her.
Harry was still rooted at the spot, feeling as if all the Unforgivable curses had hit him over again. Did she really hate him? He felt so hurt and useless, couldn't he do anything right?
He walked out of the room and back to his and shut the door after him. What had he done wrong? Why did she hate him? Was he really that bad of a father? Harry sat there thinking about that and wishing that he could have done something different in that situation, like an 'obliviate' spell or something, when there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" He responded in a hoarse voice.
"Dad?" Sonia peeked her head out behind the door.
"What Sonia?" He asked, looking down. He didn't want to face another one of his daughter if they had the same feelings as Naresha.
"I know what happened. I'm sorry she said that." Sonia said as she walked over to the bed and sat next to her father.
"Thank you, love, but... Am I really a bad father?" he asked her.
She looked at him and smiled.
"Well, I don't think anyone could have done a better job. Naresha didn't really mean it. She says a lot of things when she is angry, but never really means them. I have caught her and that Malfoy on more then one occasion. You think she would have learned to lock the door by now..."
Harry smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her in for a hug.
"Thanks, Sonia, I really needed to hear that."
"No problem, Dad. You just need to talk to her, that's really all she wants. She went to the pond and I expect she'll be back in a few minutes. She usually does that when she's mad with Mum."
Harry kissed the top of her head and she stood up to leave.
"Oh, and I was supposed to tell you that Mab and Candace are baking tarts and want you downstairs to be their tester." She grinned at him.
Harry nodded, "I'll be down in a bit."
Sonia walked out of the room and shut to door behind her. Their talk had made him feel much better. At least five others still loved him, and he would have a talk wit Naresha when she returned.
~*~*~*~
Harry walked down the stairs and met a wonderful aroma just before he entered the kitchen.
"What is that glorious smell?" He asked as he entered. Mabel looked at her father with a smug face, "I baked you a tart, Daddy. All by myself."
"Well done, Princess. How about we eat that tart now."
"NO DADDY! It has to get colder first." She said in an urgent tone. Harry lughed at his little girl and sat back in his chair. Suddenly, the back door creaked open and slammed shut.
Naresha came striding into the kitchen to get to the stairs.
"We need to talk, Naresha." Harry said, looking at his daughter with pleading eyes, but only received a glaring gaze. She gave her father the most venomous glare he had ever seen, then stormed up the stairs.
"Wow... What did you do to her?" Corliss asked, pointing her thumb at the spot where Narsha had just been.
"I walked in on her and Malfoy." Harry said, once again in a slumped mood.
The table gave an all around sigh of understanding.
"Give her seven hours, then she'll talk."
"What do you mean?"
"That ickle girl needs to learn how to lock a door." Corliss continued as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.
"You mean, you all..."
*General nod*
Harry laughed as he reached across the table for one of the blueberries, chuckling at the fact that every person in that room had walked in on the two. Then all of the chatter continued to buzz around the table as things began to return to normal. Harry hoped that he could sort things out with Naresha, he needed to understand her more, maybe even tell her some things about the Malfoy clan that she might not know...
A/N: I'm SooOO sorry that wasn't exactly the best chapter. I am still trying to figure out how their conversation will go.
Read and Review! I would for you! -Birdie's chant.