Disclaimer: Ofc all HP characters belong to JK.
Summer vacation had come again. All of the Hogwarts students and professors had gone to their homes; the school year forgotten. Ron Weasley had gone to the burrow, Hermione Granger had gone to her home in London, and Harry had to go back to Privet Drive for another summer with the Dursleys. What he didn't plan on was the family that moved in next door that summer..
Aunt Petunia had Harry work outside in the garden while she stood and chatted with Holly, the new neighbor and her children. Harry was digging around in the garden, head down, half-listening to the conversation as Holly's twin daughters stood and stared at Harry, gesturing to each other every few minutes.
"Err.. I guess my husband and I can come for dinner tomorrow night?" Holly responded uncertainly to Aunt Petunia's invitation to dinner that night. "I'd have to discuss it with my husband-we need time to get a babysitter for our little monsters. I'd love to, though." Holly said, as she shifted her two year old baby boy from one hip to another.
"What does your husband do?" Aunt Petunia asked, searching for a piece of information to gossip about to Uncle Vernon.
"Err. he's a head Professor at a private school up in London. Very exclusive. He and the Headmaster are having a few discussions today at tea. He'll be home very soon." Holly said, her voice wavering slightly, a hint of laughter in it. "Hermione, you and your sister stop staring at the neighbor boy and get in the house, I'm making lunch." Holly said, as she tapped one of the twins' shoulders and moved her hands quickly, and walked in the house. Hermione and her sister began racing into the house, making a ruckus, as Aunt Petunia dragged Harry into the house, forcing him out of his fantasies about Holly.
The following afternoon, Harry had to wash Uncle Vernon's car, and watched Holly's children play on the sidewalk. Hermione and her twin sister seemed to be the oldest of all the children at seven years old. A little boy named Remus seemed to be about four years old. The children were moving their hands in strange gestures Harry had seen on the television a few months earlier when a famous deaf actor was interviewed. The children were deaf, Harry realized suddenly, as he began soaping down the car. So that's what was so strange about them. Harry still couldn't shake the fact that their names were so similar to the people he knew from Hogwarts, though...
Two boys and a girl were rollerblading up the sidewalk, gesturing to each other as they stopped in front of the Dursley's house. The boys seemed to be around nine and the girl to be approximately ten. The small children all ran to the older children, yelling loudly.
"Remus, no." The oldest girl said, shaking her head and moving her hand rapidly in a quick gesture, as she and the two boys took off their rollerblades. The girl arched her eyebrow in such a familiar way at Harry, as she walked into the house, her brothers and sisters following her. Hermione stayed behind, and sat down to watch Harry rinse off Vernon's car.
"Are you Harry Potter?" Hermione asked, speaking up after a long moment. Harry looked up, and nodded curtly. "Wow! Papa and Mama are going to your house tonight, while my uncle is coming to visit us tonight." Hermione said, grinning, as Holly came out and walked over to them, holding the baby. "Mama, come here! Look, it's Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted, walking to Holly. Holly smiled, and patted Hermione's head, smoothing down Hermione's wild black hair.
"That's nice, dear. Why don't you go inside? Harry, it's so nice to get to meet you. I've heard so much about you from my husband." Holly said, as Hermione clung to Holly, not listening to her request.
"Err, thank you..?" Harry asked, blushing slightly.
"Holly. Call me Holly. I hope you don't mind the children bothering you. They've heard so much about you and your parents. They are just very excited about meeting you." Holly said, as Hermione nodded at Harry, her black hair in disarray.
"Oh." Harry said, chuckling as Aunt Petunia came outside to yell at Harry to come inside, but then changed her mind at the sight of Holly and Hermione.
"Holly! How are you today?" Aunt Petunia asked her voice unusually high and loud.
"Very well. My husband is arriving home early tonight from work; we will be at your house promptly at six-thirty for supper. I called in a few favors and got my brother and his boyfriend to watch the kids." Holly said, smiling thinly. Petunia blanched at the implication of homosexuality, blushing red.
"Err. very nice. My son Dudley wouldn't mind watching your kids, if the need arises.?"
"Oh, that would be very helpful, especially since my husband and I both need some time away from the kids-it gets frustrating sometimes, with six children to watch all at the same time." Holly said, laughing. "I would be willing to work out something. Excuse me, I'd better go-my husband's due home any minute. Nice talking with you, Harry." Holly said, smiling gently as she headed in the house. A black Dodge Viper pulled in the driveway, its' stereo blasting out a song by the Grateful Dead. Aunt Petunia goggled at the viper, and dragged Harry in the house, snapping Harry out of his romantic fantasy about Holly..
Later that night, Harry sat in his room, fantasizing about snogging Holly on the Quidditch field, as he heard the doorbell ring. The neighbors were here! Harry was overcome with curiosity, and he decided to take a break and sneak downstairs. He just had to take a peek at Holly. He sat at the top of the stairs, and listened to their conversation, to decide when to sneak down.
"This is my husband, Vernon, and my son Dudley." Aunt Petunia said, introducing Vernon and Dudley to Holly and her husband. Harry heard a man's muffled cough, which sounded suspiciously like a snort of laughter.
"It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance." Holly said, her voice carrying a slight tone of laughter. "This is my husband--- oh, dear." Holly said, as her husband got a 'coughing fit'. Harry couldn't hear the husband's name over the 'coughing'. "Could he have a goblet of wine, just to-thank you." Holly said, as Harry heard wine being poured.
"Thank you." Holly's husband said in a very familiar silky tone, as Harry heard him gulp down wine. "Wonderful wine." He added, gagging slightly. Harry swore he heard a tone of sarcasm in the husbands' voice, and giggled quietly to himself. He liked the husband-he seemed like a cool guy, maybe even as cool as Bill Weasley. Too bad Holly was married; Harry frowned to himself at that thought.
Hedwig swooped down next to Harry, and began hooting loudly, a letter in his beak from Ron. Harry quickly tried to shush Hedwig, rushing upstairs to his room.
"What was that, an owl in the house?" Holly's husband replied, in a curious tone, as Harry heard Uncle Vernon growl and move upstairs quickly. Harry quickly locked up Hedwig, trying to keep her quiet, and feeding her a piece of cake he had received from Dumbledore yesterday, and put his letter from Ron on his bed, under his pillow.
"KEEP THAT RUDDY OWL QUIET." Vernon muttered angrily at Hedwig the moment he walked in. "I've got my hands full with trying to get Dudley in that school. If he doesn't... it's on your head, boy." Vernon growled at Harry, raising his hand as if to smack Harry, but instead, smacking Harry's bed. Harry nodded, as Vernon stalked out of the room. After a few minutes, Harry's crush on Holly got the better of him, and he headed downstairs, and hid in the kitchen, listening to the adults' conversation as Dudley rooted through the refrigerator at the other end of the kitchen.
"So I hear you are a head professor at a private school in London?" Uncle Vernon said, his voice turning smooth, trying to coax information out of the husband.
"Darling, I'll go get you a cup of coffee, if that is all right?" Holly asked, as Harry heard her footsteps approaching the kitchen. Holly came in, and Harry fell in love with her again, at the sight of her all dressed up.
Holly's dark brown hair was gleaming beautifully, and her green eyes were shining with hidden laughter. She was dressed in black jeans which hugged her hips seductively, and a black V-neck sweater which appeared to be molded to her slim torso, revealing more than enough to make Harry sweat, and more. Holly's leather jacket was a perfect addition to a seductive outfit. Harry's heart pounded at the indication that she was moving near him, in his direction.
"Holly, may I help you?" Harry asked, stepping towards Holly, his voice cracking slightly, and his hormones raging.
"Quite all right, Harry dear. Could you show me where the coffee is?" Holly said, smiling a charismatic smile that made Harry weak at the knees.
"Here it is." Harry said, trying not to be nervous as he poured a cup of coffee for Holly.
"Why don't you join my husband and me out there? We would love to visit with such a handsome boy as you." Holly said, smiling, as she opened the kitchen door with her hip and stood there, her hands wrapped around the coffee mug seductively. Harry gulped, trying not to sweat so much. Harry followed Dudley out of the kitchen, his eyes on Holly's firm buttocks as she walked to the couch, and handed her husband the coffee, blocking his face from Harry. He still couldn't see her husband's face.
"Harry--." Aunt Petunia warned as she raised an eyebrow as Harry sat down in a chair near Holly. Harry knew Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't want any magic nonsense, like what happened with Aunt Marge a few years ago.
"Darling, this is Harry Potter, the boy you were telling me about a few days ago." Holly said, putting her hand on Harry's shoulder, which made Harry dizzy beyond belief. Harry hoped her hand would remain there, Harry didn't care if Uncle Vernon killed him; he was in heaven... "Harry?" Holly asked, nudging Harry slightly.
"Yes? I'm sorry-what?" Harry asked, snapping out of his fantasy of him and Holly sharing a night of passion in the Gryffindor common room. Harry blushed furiously as Holly chuckled softly, her eyes shining.
.."This is my husband, Severus Snape." ...
Summer vacation had come again. All of the Hogwarts students and professors had gone to their homes; the school year forgotten. Ron Weasley had gone to the burrow, Hermione Granger had gone to her home in London, and Harry had to go back to Privet Drive for another summer with the Dursleys. What he didn't plan on was the family that moved in next door that summer..
Aunt Petunia had Harry work outside in the garden while she stood and chatted with Holly, the new neighbor and her children. Harry was digging around in the garden, head down, half-listening to the conversation as Holly's twin daughters stood and stared at Harry, gesturing to each other every few minutes.
"Err.. I guess my husband and I can come for dinner tomorrow night?" Holly responded uncertainly to Aunt Petunia's invitation to dinner that night. "I'd have to discuss it with my husband-we need time to get a babysitter for our little monsters. I'd love to, though." Holly said, as she shifted her two year old baby boy from one hip to another.
"What does your husband do?" Aunt Petunia asked, searching for a piece of information to gossip about to Uncle Vernon.
"Err. he's a head Professor at a private school up in London. Very exclusive. He and the Headmaster are having a few discussions today at tea. He'll be home very soon." Holly said, her voice wavering slightly, a hint of laughter in it. "Hermione, you and your sister stop staring at the neighbor boy and get in the house, I'm making lunch." Holly said, as she tapped one of the twins' shoulders and moved her hands quickly, and walked in the house. Hermione and her sister began racing into the house, making a ruckus, as Aunt Petunia dragged Harry into the house, forcing him out of his fantasies about Holly.
The following afternoon, Harry had to wash Uncle Vernon's car, and watched Holly's children play on the sidewalk. Hermione and her twin sister seemed to be the oldest of all the children at seven years old. A little boy named Remus seemed to be about four years old. The children were moving their hands in strange gestures Harry had seen on the television a few months earlier when a famous deaf actor was interviewed. The children were deaf, Harry realized suddenly, as he began soaping down the car. So that's what was so strange about them. Harry still couldn't shake the fact that their names were so similar to the people he knew from Hogwarts, though...
Two boys and a girl were rollerblading up the sidewalk, gesturing to each other as they stopped in front of the Dursley's house. The boys seemed to be around nine and the girl to be approximately ten. The small children all ran to the older children, yelling loudly.
"Remus, no." The oldest girl said, shaking her head and moving her hand rapidly in a quick gesture, as she and the two boys took off their rollerblades. The girl arched her eyebrow in such a familiar way at Harry, as she walked into the house, her brothers and sisters following her. Hermione stayed behind, and sat down to watch Harry rinse off Vernon's car.
"Are you Harry Potter?" Hermione asked, speaking up after a long moment. Harry looked up, and nodded curtly. "Wow! Papa and Mama are going to your house tonight, while my uncle is coming to visit us tonight." Hermione said, grinning, as Holly came out and walked over to them, holding the baby. "Mama, come here! Look, it's Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted, walking to Holly. Holly smiled, and patted Hermione's head, smoothing down Hermione's wild black hair.
"That's nice, dear. Why don't you go inside? Harry, it's so nice to get to meet you. I've heard so much about you from my husband." Holly said, as Hermione clung to Holly, not listening to her request.
"Err, thank you..?" Harry asked, blushing slightly.
"Holly. Call me Holly. I hope you don't mind the children bothering you. They've heard so much about you and your parents. They are just very excited about meeting you." Holly said, as Hermione nodded at Harry, her black hair in disarray.
"Oh." Harry said, chuckling as Aunt Petunia came outside to yell at Harry to come inside, but then changed her mind at the sight of Holly and Hermione.
"Holly! How are you today?" Aunt Petunia asked her voice unusually high and loud.
"Very well. My husband is arriving home early tonight from work; we will be at your house promptly at six-thirty for supper. I called in a few favors and got my brother and his boyfriend to watch the kids." Holly said, smiling thinly. Petunia blanched at the implication of homosexuality, blushing red.
"Err. very nice. My son Dudley wouldn't mind watching your kids, if the need arises.?"
"Oh, that would be very helpful, especially since my husband and I both need some time away from the kids-it gets frustrating sometimes, with six children to watch all at the same time." Holly said, laughing. "I would be willing to work out something. Excuse me, I'd better go-my husband's due home any minute. Nice talking with you, Harry." Holly said, smiling gently as she headed in the house. A black Dodge Viper pulled in the driveway, its' stereo blasting out a song by the Grateful Dead. Aunt Petunia goggled at the viper, and dragged Harry in the house, snapping Harry out of his romantic fantasy about Holly..
Later that night, Harry sat in his room, fantasizing about snogging Holly on the Quidditch field, as he heard the doorbell ring. The neighbors were here! Harry was overcome with curiosity, and he decided to take a break and sneak downstairs. He just had to take a peek at Holly. He sat at the top of the stairs, and listened to their conversation, to decide when to sneak down.
"This is my husband, Vernon, and my son Dudley." Aunt Petunia said, introducing Vernon and Dudley to Holly and her husband. Harry heard a man's muffled cough, which sounded suspiciously like a snort of laughter.
"It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance." Holly said, her voice carrying a slight tone of laughter. "This is my husband--- oh, dear." Holly said, as her husband got a 'coughing fit'. Harry couldn't hear the husband's name over the 'coughing'. "Could he have a goblet of wine, just to-thank you." Holly said, as Harry heard wine being poured.
"Thank you." Holly's husband said in a very familiar silky tone, as Harry heard him gulp down wine. "Wonderful wine." He added, gagging slightly. Harry swore he heard a tone of sarcasm in the husbands' voice, and giggled quietly to himself. He liked the husband-he seemed like a cool guy, maybe even as cool as Bill Weasley. Too bad Holly was married; Harry frowned to himself at that thought.
Hedwig swooped down next to Harry, and began hooting loudly, a letter in his beak from Ron. Harry quickly tried to shush Hedwig, rushing upstairs to his room.
"What was that, an owl in the house?" Holly's husband replied, in a curious tone, as Harry heard Uncle Vernon growl and move upstairs quickly. Harry quickly locked up Hedwig, trying to keep her quiet, and feeding her a piece of cake he had received from Dumbledore yesterday, and put his letter from Ron on his bed, under his pillow.
"KEEP THAT RUDDY OWL QUIET." Vernon muttered angrily at Hedwig the moment he walked in. "I've got my hands full with trying to get Dudley in that school. If he doesn't... it's on your head, boy." Vernon growled at Harry, raising his hand as if to smack Harry, but instead, smacking Harry's bed. Harry nodded, as Vernon stalked out of the room. After a few minutes, Harry's crush on Holly got the better of him, and he headed downstairs, and hid in the kitchen, listening to the adults' conversation as Dudley rooted through the refrigerator at the other end of the kitchen.
"So I hear you are a head professor at a private school in London?" Uncle Vernon said, his voice turning smooth, trying to coax information out of the husband.
"Darling, I'll go get you a cup of coffee, if that is all right?" Holly asked, as Harry heard her footsteps approaching the kitchen. Holly came in, and Harry fell in love with her again, at the sight of her all dressed up.
Holly's dark brown hair was gleaming beautifully, and her green eyes were shining with hidden laughter. She was dressed in black jeans which hugged her hips seductively, and a black V-neck sweater which appeared to be molded to her slim torso, revealing more than enough to make Harry sweat, and more. Holly's leather jacket was a perfect addition to a seductive outfit. Harry's heart pounded at the indication that she was moving near him, in his direction.
"Holly, may I help you?" Harry asked, stepping towards Holly, his voice cracking slightly, and his hormones raging.
"Quite all right, Harry dear. Could you show me where the coffee is?" Holly said, smiling a charismatic smile that made Harry weak at the knees.
"Here it is." Harry said, trying not to be nervous as he poured a cup of coffee for Holly.
"Why don't you join my husband and me out there? We would love to visit with such a handsome boy as you." Holly said, smiling, as she opened the kitchen door with her hip and stood there, her hands wrapped around the coffee mug seductively. Harry gulped, trying not to sweat so much. Harry followed Dudley out of the kitchen, his eyes on Holly's firm buttocks as she walked to the couch, and handed her husband the coffee, blocking his face from Harry. He still couldn't see her husband's face.
"Harry--." Aunt Petunia warned as she raised an eyebrow as Harry sat down in a chair near Holly. Harry knew Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't want any magic nonsense, like what happened with Aunt Marge a few years ago.
"Darling, this is Harry Potter, the boy you were telling me about a few days ago." Holly said, putting her hand on Harry's shoulder, which made Harry dizzy beyond belief. Harry hoped her hand would remain there, Harry didn't care if Uncle Vernon killed him; he was in heaven... "Harry?" Holly asked, nudging Harry slightly.
"Yes? I'm sorry-what?" Harry asked, snapping out of his fantasy of him and Holly sharing a night of passion in the Gryffindor common room. Harry blushed furiously as Holly chuckled softly, her eyes shining.
.."This is my husband, Severus Snape." ...