"Outnumbered"
A/N: And so, I decided to prolong Sunday with a little scenario that I had thought up. Hope you like it! Just to pour a little lemon juice on Harry's cuts!
*Evil Laugh*
Saturday - Night
The sky had finally darkened and all was semi quiet in the house of Potter. Harry marched off to his room for a little relaxation time or to just pass out right then and there. He slowly dragged himself up the stairs to his floor of the house and stood in the middle of the hall. He could hear a hefty amount of girlish giggling and it confused him for a bit. 'What are they laughing about now?' he thought to himself. Harry shook his head and shrugged off to his room. As long as he lives, he will never understand the ways of females.
Harry sat on his bed and stared off into the wall, his eyes glassing over and his mind busy with voices and words that had been used earlier that night. No matter how much his other daughters tried to console him, he still felt absolutely worthless as a father.
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"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 groaned and ran his hands through his hair. Was he really that miserable of a person?
He laid his head on his pillow and put his glasses on the bedside table. He was going to sleep and forget about this wretched afternoon, or so he thought...
Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be perfectly peaceful, but something was amiss; it was his 'Harry intuition' acting up again. He placed his glasses back on and wrapped his green bathrobe around his pajamas and went to the hall. The house was completely peaceful, yet Harry knew that something was wrong. He walked up the steps to the third floor and peeked around the halls. No one was out, the doors were closed and everything seemed quite normal, so Harry went downstairs. He could feel it, his mind whirling and screaming that there was something wrong, just like when he was a kid. He stepped into the kitchen, empty; he turned and headed towards the parlor, he stopped dead in his tracks.
There, sitting on the floor, couches, coffee table, and desks were girls, hundreds of them, or so Harry thought. They were all speaking and laughing loudly, giggling and shrieking with happiness, but Harry couldn't hear them at all, he just saw their happy faces, totally oblivious to the fact that he was standing right there. Sitting in the center of this madness, was Corliss, laughing and talking with a group of girls around her.
She turned her head to look at another group and saw Harry, standing there with the most surprised look on his face, hair tousled, and groggy eyed, in all his Harry Potter glory. Her face paled and she tapped the girl behind her, who was coincidentally, Candace. The rest of the girls turned to look at Harry as well, seeing him, they all continued sitting, but looked up at the two young Potters.
Corliss walked through the doorway and out of the silencing charm to her father.
"Daddy, er..." She began.
"Corliss, how many girls are in there?"
"Including Candace and myself, er... seventeen..."
"Ah, Seventeen. Well then, why are they here, at eleven at night?"
"Well, Mum always lets me have my friends over, at night... without her permission...."
"Oh, well then..." Harry looked down at her with the most staid face he could muster.
He was still shocked beyond all belief and continued to stare at his daughter strait in the eyes.
"Corliss, if this EVER happens again, you are going to be out of this house. They can stay, but ONLY this time..."
Harry smiled at her and sent her on her way after she nearly knocked him over with her trademark hug.
"By the way," Harry continued, "Who put up the silencing charm for you?"
"Sonia." Corliss replied as she ran back into the parlor with her friends.
Harry shook his head as he watched her bounce back into the bunch. So Sonia was in on this too.
Yes, Corliss was exactly like him. He would have done the exact same thing, given the advantage that she has. Harry was a sap and she knew it, bending him around her little finger was Corliss' specialty. Harry looked at the group of girls as they all smiled and waved to him. He waved back and went to the kitchen for some tea, strong tea.
~*~*~*~
"Corliss, how did your dad know that we were in here? He couldn't hear us, could he?" asked one of the girls on the floor.
"I bet he could. My mother told me that when they were in school together, Harry could hear a pin drop from thirteen miles away and see through solid objects!" Said another.
"Yeah! And he beat Voldermort seven times with his fire-breath and an arm tied behind his back!" one said.
"Yeah, and then he shot all the death eaters to hell with fire bolts from his arse... Give me a break! My dad can't even bake a chicken without setting out house on fire, it is just that he is a little strange. It's called 'Harry intuition'. Only your mums have intuitions, well BOTH my parents have it. Mum said that the 'Harry intuition' drove her insane when they were back in school; Always had a knack for knowing where there was trouble of some sort. And it isn't divination, she told me that she was more than positive it wasn't. Never told me how she knew though."
"That's kind of creepy." Replied on of the girls on the sofa.
"Tell me about it." Corliss replied.
All the girls burst out into giggles and began chatting loudly once again.
~*~*~*~
A/N: And so, I decided to prolong Sunday with a little scenario that I had thought up. Hope you like it! Just to pour a little lemon juice on Harry's cuts!
*Evil Laugh*
Saturday - Night
The sky had finally darkened and all was semi quiet in the house of Potter. Harry marched off to his room for a little relaxation time or to just pass out right then and there. He slowly dragged himself up the stairs to his floor of the house and stood in the middle of the hall. He could hear a hefty amount of girlish giggling and it confused him for a bit. 'What are they laughing about now?' he thought to himself. Harry shook his head and shrugged off to his room. As long as he lives, he will never understand the ways of females.
Harry sat on his bed and stared off into the wall, his eyes glassing over and his mind busy with voices and words that had been used earlier that night. No matter how much his other daughters tried to console him, he still felt absolutely worthless as a father.
~^~^~^~
"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 groaned and ran his hands through his hair. Was he really that miserable of a person?
He laid his head on his pillow and put his glasses on the bedside table. He was going to sleep and forget about this wretched afternoon, or so he thought...
Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be perfectly peaceful, but something was amiss; it was his 'Harry intuition' acting up again. He placed his glasses back on and wrapped his green bathrobe around his pajamas and went to the hall. The house was completely peaceful, yet Harry knew that something was wrong. He walked up the steps to the third floor and peeked around the halls. No one was out, the doors were closed and everything seemed quite normal, so Harry went downstairs. He could feel it, his mind whirling and screaming that there was something wrong, just like when he was a kid. He stepped into the kitchen, empty; he turned and headed towards the parlor, he stopped dead in his tracks.
There, sitting on the floor, couches, coffee table, and desks were girls, hundreds of them, or so Harry thought. They were all speaking and laughing loudly, giggling and shrieking with happiness, but Harry couldn't hear them at all, he just saw their happy faces, totally oblivious to the fact that he was standing right there. Sitting in the center of this madness, was Corliss, laughing and talking with a group of girls around her.
She turned her head to look at another group and saw Harry, standing there with the most surprised look on his face, hair tousled, and groggy eyed, in all his Harry Potter glory. Her face paled and she tapped the girl behind her, who was coincidentally, Candace. The rest of the girls turned to look at Harry as well, seeing him, they all continued sitting, but looked up at the two young Potters.
Corliss walked through the doorway and out of the silencing charm to her father.
"Daddy, er..." She began.
"Corliss, how many girls are in there?"
"Including Candace and myself, er... seventeen..."
"Ah, Seventeen. Well then, why are they here, at eleven at night?"
"Well, Mum always lets me have my friends over, at night... without her permission...."
"Oh, well then..." Harry looked down at her with the most staid face he could muster.
He was still shocked beyond all belief and continued to stare at his daughter strait in the eyes.
"Corliss, if this EVER happens again, you are going to be out of this house. They can stay, but ONLY this time..."
Harry smiled at her and sent her on her way after she nearly knocked him over with her trademark hug.
"By the way," Harry continued, "Who put up the silencing charm for you?"
"Sonia." Corliss replied as she ran back into the parlor with her friends.
Harry shook his head as he watched her bounce back into the bunch. So Sonia was in on this too.
Yes, Corliss was exactly like him. He would have done the exact same thing, given the advantage that she has. Harry was a sap and she knew it, bending him around her little finger was Corliss' specialty. Harry looked at the group of girls as they all smiled and waved to him. He waved back and went to the kitchen for some tea, strong tea.
~*~*~*~
"Corliss, how did your dad know that we were in here? He couldn't hear us, could he?" asked one of the girls on the floor.
"I bet he could. My mother told me that when they were in school together, Harry could hear a pin drop from thirteen miles away and see through solid objects!" Said another.
"Yeah! And he beat Voldermort seven times with his fire-breath and an arm tied behind his back!" one said.
"Yeah, and then he shot all the death eaters to hell with fire bolts from his arse... Give me a break! My dad can't even bake a chicken without setting out house on fire, it is just that he is a little strange. It's called 'Harry intuition'. Only your mums have intuitions, well BOTH my parents have it. Mum said that the 'Harry intuition' drove her insane when they were back in school; Always had a knack for knowing where there was trouble of some sort. And it isn't divination, she told me that she was more than positive it wasn't. Never told me how she knew though."
"That's kind of creepy." Replied on of the girls on the sofa.
"Tell me about it." Corliss replied.
All the girls burst out into giggles and began chatting loudly once again.
~*~*~*~