Disclaimer: I don't own any HP characters or stuff, they belong to
J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Okay, I tried my best at this thing, so no flames please. I'm
still new at this...
As Harry sat in Snape's leather recliner, he began to regret accepting the babysitting job, just because Holly was so beautiful. Harry glanced at Dudley, who was lying on the black leather couch next to the recliner, staring at the Snapes' new flat panel TV.
Harry looked at the clock, and gasped. It was only noon; Snape and Holly had only been gone since nine-thirty. It had felt like hours to Harry; it had been only three and a half hours. Harry moaned to himself, as Hermione and Dieandra marched in the living room and sat themselves down right in front of the television, and changed the channel.
"HEY!" Dudley shrieked, jumping up from the couch. "I was watching that!"
"Shut up, you git." Hermione muttered, as she glared at Dudley. "You've been hogging the telly ever since you set your fat arse on our couch." Hermione said, her hands moving rapidly to Dieandra, as Dieandra began laughing loudly.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, as Dudley stomped off to the kitchen to drown his sorrows in a hot fudge sundae. Harry sighed and took Hermione with him so she could interpret for him while he checked up on Remus and Miah.
"OH MY GOD!" Harry shrieked, as he entered the bathroom and saw the scene that greeted him and Hermione. There was hair all over the place. Remus had shaved off Jeremiah's beautiful hair. Jeremiah was grinning in the mirror, and laughing. Remus simply put down the scissors and glanced at Harry with his big black eyes. "Hermione... could you ask him why he did that to Miah?" Harry asked, frowning at the little boy.
"Certainly." Hermione said in a businesslike tone, her hands forming a question for Remus. Remus laughed, and signed back to Hermione a quick reply, shrugging his shoulders and pointing to Miah, who had toddled out of the bathroom. "Oh, great. Remus says that Miah wanted him to cut his hair."
"What?" Harry asked, confused, as the four of them were walking down the hall, Harry searching for Jeremiah. Suddenly, a loud screech came from the kitchen, and Harry knew he had found Jeremiah. Everyone rushed to the kitchen, and found Dudley kneeling on the floor, a huge tub of butter and Dudley's sundae both covering the entire kitchen floor, and Jeremiah climbing into the refrigerator.
"Tell him to stop!" Dudley whimpered, his fat torso trembling with frustration, as he was trying to clean up the mess. Hermione giggled, as Remus eyed the mess with interest, and began approaching it. "Oh, now you don't, Remus." Dudley muttered, grabbing Remus by the straps of his overalls. Harry huffed and took Jeremiah out of the fridge. Jeremiah was an absolute mess. Chocolate syrup was all over his hair, his mouth was full of whipped cream, and ice cream was all over his face. Butter covered Jeremiah's shirt, and Jeremiah's jeans were covered with cherry syrup.
"Omigawd." Harry muttered, holding the messy two year old boy. "Erm... well, I guess we'd better clean you up. Dudley, clean up the food while I clean up Jeremiah. Hermione, you. you keep Remus with you and your sister... omigawd, I hope she's still watching TV." Harry muttered to himself, as he walked into the TV room to check on Dieandra. Surprisingly, Dieandra was sitting where Harry had left her; she was watching ."Manchild". Great, Harry thought, as he grabbed the remote and changed the channel to a Disney cartoon.
"HEY!" Dieandra yelled, turning around and glaring at Harry. Dieandra grabbed the remote and changed it back as Hermione walked in the room, whistling a tune while Remus followed her, deeply fascinated by a Rubik Cube.
"Ooookay... all of you stay IN THIS ROOM while I go clean up Jeremiah." Harry demanded, as he glared at Hermione. Hermione sighed, and relayed the command to her sister and brother. "Thank you, 'Mione." Harry whispered, as he set off to the bathroom to clean up Jeremiah. What Harry didn't anticipate was the chaos that awaited him when he left from the bathroom, a squeaky-clean Jeremiah clothed in a pair of clean overalls, his hair neatly washed, or what was left of it, Harry thought as he emerged from the bathroom and headed to the living room to check on the other kids. Big surprise, Harry thought, as he entered an empty living room. The house was a little too quiet, Harry thought, as he wandered through the house with Jeremiah in his arms, looking for everyone else.
As Harry entered the master bedroom, he saw chaos. Dudley was tied in a chair, his mouth gagged. Hermione and Dieandra were jumping on the bed, mussing up the black silk sheets. Remus was dressed in Snape's Staff robes, wearing a bra like a hat, and wearing black silk boxer shorts over his overalls. Remus was also wearing Snape's boots, the old-fashioned ones he wore to Hogwarts. Harry moaned as Jeremiah wriggled out of his arms to join the fun. Harry glanced at the bedside clock; it read 1:30. Damn, Harry thought to himself as he gathered what strength and patience he had left to correct the mess.
By 2:30, Harry had managed to get Dieandra and Hermione to stop jumping on the bed, and Dudley's gag undone. Jeremiah couldn't stay out of his parents' closet, and kept putting on a fashion show with Remus, which Dieandra and Hermione had joined into. Harry thanked his stars they had found something safe to amuse themselves with, giving him time to straighten up the bed and untie Dudley.
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"Snape Residence. This is Harry Potter speaking." Harry answered, as he snatched the silver cordless phone from Snape's bedside, as he held a shouting Jeremiah in his arms. "Could you hold on, please?" Harry muttered, as he handed Jeremiah to Dudley, so he could hear the phone better. "Now, how may I help you?"
"Was that Jeremiah shouting?" Holly's concerned voice pleaded.
"No, they were just playing a game, that's all." Harry lied, looking at the scene in the kitchen. Dieandra and Hermione had gotten into a big vat of cookies, and Dudley had tried to stop them in vain. Cookies were scattered all over the kitchen. "They're absolutely doing terrific... (At driving me crazy!)" Harry muttered, forcing a laugh.
"Oh, Severus wants to talk to you for a minute-hold on, Sev! Can't you wait? Thank you, dear." Holly said, laughing. "Anyway, the older kids should be home around three o'clock. we'll be home around six. By the way, don't let the kids in our room, please." Holly added, as drunken singing began in the background. "Here's Sevi."
"Hello, Professor." Harry whispered weakly, knowing that if he lied to Snape, Snape would know in an instant. "How are you and your wife doing?"
"How are the kids?" Snape asked, in a silky tone. This can't be good. Harry thought, as he told Snape a little white lie about the kids being terrific. "Well, just don't let them get to anything magical. God knows, we just had to move to a muggle neighborhood." Snape replied scathingly. "Have fun. Give the phone to 'Mione-I need to talk to her." Snape added, his voice silky smooth-too smooth, Harry thought as he handed the phone to Hermione. She and Snape talked quietly for a few minutes, and Hermione hung up, beaming.
"Papa said he'll bring us home ice cream from Diagon Alley." Hermione said, grinning, as her hands moved rapidly, and she skipped away, with Dieandra following her. Harry just knew deep inside, that the two of them were up to no good. Harry quickly set up Dudley, Remus, and Jeremiah with a "Monty Python" DVD. When Harry was sure the boys wouldn't budge from the couch, he went off in search of Dieandra and Hermione. He found them playing peacefully in their room, playing House. He persuaded the twins to stay in the living room, where Dudley could keep an eye on them.
Harry eyed the living room with suspicion as he grabbed Hermione and Dieandra by their hands and led them to the living room. Dudley was lying on the couch, asleep, while Jeremiah was playing with the Rubik's Cube in the middle of the floor.
"Where's Remus?" Harry asked Hermione. His question was answered a few seconds later.
BOOM!
"Perfect." Harry moaned sarcastically, rushing off to Snape's Study, where the explosion had come from. Harry coughed as smoke filled his lungs the moment he opened the door to the study. He found four year old Remus Snape standing in the middle of the room, wearing Snape's school robes and holding a smoking wand. The room was in horrible shape. Books were everywhere, a flaming cauldron was leaning in the corner of the room, and Snape's desk was on fire. Remus looked up at Harry with his innocent green eyes.
"P'pa!" Remus shouted, grinning, as Hermione ran up to him, and began chiding him in Sign Language. Harry asked for a translation.
"He says he is being Papa, and he just made an important potion, just like Papa. Oh, dear. he exploded all of Papa's Veritaserum, among other things. He won't be happy at all, I can tell you that." Hermione said, frowning, as she marched Remus to his room to clean up. Harry moaned to himself, as he closed the door after he put out the fire on Snape's desk, and glanced at a clock in the kitchen on the way to the living room. It was only 3:30. Only an hour? Harry moaned to himself, as the front door opened.
"PAPA!" A girl's voice shouted out, as several thunks came from the living room. Harry rushed to the living room. The older kids were home, Harry sighed as three kids sat on the couch, shoving Dudley off, waking him up. "Who are you, and why are you here?" the girl demanded, picking up the remote and turning the TV on to "The Nanny".
"I'm Harry Potter. This is my cousin, Dudley. We're babysitting your brothers and sisters for today. Your parents said you would be here. What's your name?" Harry said in a rush, praying no more chaos would ensue for the rest of the day.
"I'm Chloe Rilee. This one is Stiva; the one with the long hair is Kostya." Chloe said, pointing out the set of twins sitting on the floor, eyes glued to the closed-captions on the TV. Stiva was wiry and small, with glasses; a copy of his mother. Kostya was an absolute miniature of Snape, his long hair neatly put back in a neat ponytail. Harry's eyes went back to Chloe, who was tall with her father's black eyes and her mother's deep brown hair.
"Pleased to meet you.." Harry began, just as a loud thump came from upstairs, suspiciously from Snape's bedroom. "Excuse me for a moment, please." Harry said, groaning, as he rushed upstairs, images of Snape killing him rushing through his mind as he opened the door to reveal a hubbub. Chloe and Dieandra had gotten into the closet again, Remus was in the bathroom, playing with the toilet, and Jeremiah was somewhere in the mess, Harry thought to himself as he tried to make sense of things.
"Look! Candy!" Hermione yelled out, her first two fingers rubbing down her chin. Harry glanced at the nondescript brown bag Hermione was holding, as Chloe came in the room, drawn by the noises. She was followed by Stiva and Kostya, who were signing to each other in Sign Language. The three of them surveyed the scene casually. Chloe's eyes widened as she spied Hermione with the paper bag.
"Mione, that isn't candy at all." Chloe chortled, her hands moving quickly. Kostya and Stiva looked at each other and frowned identical Snape-like frowns. Hermione had taken a black cardboard box out of the bag.
"Uh-uh... It IS candy." Hermione demanded as she stomped her foot and held the bag to her chest. Harry looked on, red-faced as Dudley came in, groggy from his four-hour nap. "SEE?" Hermione said tearing the box open, small brightly-colored packages fell all over the deep crimson carpet.
"Oh man." Chloe moaned, red-faced from laughter and tears. "Hermione, Hermione. well, I guess it's time for the talk, eh?" Kostya and Stiva stood in the background, giggling, as Chloe rolled her eyes and bopped them good on their arms.
"What?" Hermione asked, tearing open a package as she looked up at her sister. "Hey! That isn't candy. its balloons!"
"Great." Chloe said, putting her head in her hands, as Stiva and Kostya laughed their heads off, tears rolling down their faces, as they collapsed to the ground. "Well, we can always blame it on the dog." Chloe said, her hands moving weakly, a sad look in her eyes.
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"Snape Residence. This is Chloe." Chloe said, snatching the small, silver phone from the bedside. "Daddy! How nice to hear from you." Chloe said, her voice squeaking and her eyes moving rapidly from one set of twins to the other. "Um. the girls are fine, Daddy.. "Chloe squeaked out, her left hand moving rapidly, while the other was holding the phone up to her ear.
"Tell him about the balloons!!" Hermione shouted, just loud enough for the older kids to blush uncontrollably. Chloe coughed slightly.
"Um. Harry just got us some balloons from his house, nothing special." Chloe replied, shrugging and biting her lip.
"They're weird." Hermione said, opening another small package. "Look it-"
"Shut up, Hermione." Chloe hissed, smacking Hermione on the shoulder. "We'll see you and Mama later on tonight, Papa. Love you." Chloe said rapidly, hanging up on Snape. "Hermione... they're not balloons. They're . well, condoms."
"What? What's that?" Hermione asked, frowning, as she began gathering up the small brightly-colored packages and putting them back in the box.
"Let's have a little talk in the bathroom, 'Mione. Harry, why don't you and Dudley clean this up? Kostya, take everyone downstairs to watch TV." Chloe said, brushing back her dark brown hair and entering the master bathroom with Hermione at her heels. Harry quickly looked at the bedside clock which read 6:10. Oh Man. They would be home any minute..
"Hello?" Holly's voice rang out, causing Harry's knees to buckle momentarily. "They're home already!" Harry moaned. Chloe's eyes went wide, and her hands moved rapidly to the others. All of the children ran downstairs, yelling hello's to their parents, smothering them with hugs, and then heading to their rooms or the television.
"I'm so sorry we're late." Holly said, as Harry entered the kitchen, carrying Jeremiah. "Oh, Miah, were you a good boy for Harry?" Holly cooed, as she took her baby boy from Harry. Snape looked at Harry with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Snape knew something was up, he always could, Harry thought, as he surveyed the kitchen. There were hardly any tell-tale signs showing the cookie, butter, and chocolate sundae messes. "Were the children good?"
"They were absolute hell--" Dudley began, while Harry bopped him in the ribs. "Angels. Angels, yes." Dudley muttered, clutching his side. Holly smiled, as she reached for her purse. "Let us pay you, boys. You take Knuts or Pounds?"
"Hold on, Severus, let me get my money from the bedroom." Holly said, her eyebrow arching in suspicion, as she began walking upstairs. Harry panicked, and followed Holly upstairs, with Snape at Harry's heels, carrying Miah. Holly opened the door, and Snape took a step into the bedroom...
"POTTER!" ....
As Harry sat in Snape's leather recliner, he began to regret accepting the babysitting job, just because Holly was so beautiful. Harry glanced at Dudley, who was lying on the black leather couch next to the recliner, staring at the Snapes' new flat panel TV.
Harry looked at the clock, and gasped. It was only noon; Snape and Holly had only been gone since nine-thirty. It had felt like hours to Harry; it had been only three and a half hours. Harry moaned to himself, as Hermione and Dieandra marched in the living room and sat themselves down right in front of the television, and changed the channel.
"HEY!" Dudley shrieked, jumping up from the couch. "I was watching that!"
"Shut up, you git." Hermione muttered, as she glared at Dudley. "You've been hogging the telly ever since you set your fat arse on our couch." Hermione said, her hands moving rapidly to Dieandra, as Dieandra began laughing loudly.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, as Dudley stomped off to the kitchen to drown his sorrows in a hot fudge sundae. Harry sighed and took Hermione with him so she could interpret for him while he checked up on Remus and Miah.
"OH MY GOD!" Harry shrieked, as he entered the bathroom and saw the scene that greeted him and Hermione. There was hair all over the place. Remus had shaved off Jeremiah's beautiful hair. Jeremiah was grinning in the mirror, and laughing. Remus simply put down the scissors and glanced at Harry with his big black eyes. "Hermione... could you ask him why he did that to Miah?" Harry asked, frowning at the little boy.
"Certainly." Hermione said in a businesslike tone, her hands forming a question for Remus. Remus laughed, and signed back to Hermione a quick reply, shrugging his shoulders and pointing to Miah, who had toddled out of the bathroom. "Oh, great. Remus says that Miah wanted him to cut his hair."
"What?" Harry asked, confused, as the four of them were walking down the hall, Harry searching for Jeremiah. Suddenly, a loud screech came from the kitchen, and Harry knew he had found Jeremiah. Everyone rushed to the kitchen, and found Dudley kneeling on the floor, a huge tub of butter and Dudley's sundae both covering the entire kitchen floor, and Jeremiah climbing into the refrigerator.
"Tell him to stop!" Dudley whimpered, his fat torso trembling with frustration, as he was trying to clean up the mess. Hermione giggled, as Remus eyed the mess with interest, and began approaching it. "Oh, now you don't, Remus." Dudley muttered, grabbing Remus by the straps of his overalls. Harry huffed and took Jeremiah out of the fridge. Jeremiah was an absolute mess. Chocolate syrup was all over his hair, his mouth was full of whipped cream, and ice cream was all over his face. Butter covered Jeremiah's shirt, and Jeremiah's jeans were covered with cherry syrup.
"Omigawd." Harry muttered, holding the messy two year old boy. "Erm... well, I guess we'd better clean you up. Dudley, clean up the food while I clean up Jeremiah. Hermione, you. you keep Remus with you and your sister... omigawd, I hope she's still watching TV." Harry muttered to himself, as he walked into the TV room to check on Dieandra. Surprisingly, Dieandra was sitting where Harry had left her; she was watching ."Manchild". Great, Harry thought, as he grabbed the remote and changed the channel to a Disney cartoon.
"HEY!" Dieandra yelled, turning around and glaring at Harry. Dieandra grabbed the remote and changed it back as Hermione walked in the room, whistling a tune while Remus followed her, deeply fascinated by a Rubik Cube.
"Ooookay... all of you stay IN THIS ROOM while I go clean up Jeremiah." Harry demanded, as he glared at Hermione. Hermione sighed, and relayed the command to her sister and brother. "Thank you, 'Mione." Harry whispered, as he set off to the bathroom to clean up Jeremiah. What Harry didn't anticipate was the chaos that awaited him when he left from the bathroom, a squeaky-clean Jeremiah clothed in a pair of clean overalls, his hair neatly washed, or what was left of it, Harry thought as he emerged from the bathroom and headed to the living room to check on the other kids. Big surprise, Harry thought, as he entered an empty living room. The house was a little too quiet, Harry thought, as he wandered through the house with Jeremiah in his arms, looking for everyone else.
As Harry entered the master bedroom, he saw chaos. Dudley was tied in a chair, his mouth gagged. Hermione and Dieandra were jumping on the bed, mussing up the black silk sheets. Remus was dressed in Snape's Staff robes, wearing a bra like a hat, and wearing black silk boxer shorts over his overalls. Remus was also wearing Snape's boots, the old-fashioned ones he wore to Hogwarts. Harry moaned as Jeremiah wriggled out of his arms to join the fun. Harry glanced at the bedside clock; it read 1:30. Damn, Harry thought to himself as he gathered what strength and patience he had left to correct the mess.
By 2:30, Harry had managed to get Dieandra and Hermione to stop jumping on the bed, and Dudley's gag undone. Jeremiah couldn't stay out of his parents' closet, and kept putting on a fashion show with Remus, which Dieandra and Hermione had joined into. Harry thanked his stars they had found something safe to amuse themselves with, giving him time to straighten up the bed and untie Dudley.
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"Snape Residence. This is Harry Potter speaking." Harry answered, as he snatched the silver cordless phone from Snape's bedside, as he held a shouting Jeremiah in his arms. "Could you hold on, please?" Harry muttered, as he handed Jeremiah to Dudley, so he could hear the phone better. "Now, how may I help you?"
"Was that Jeremiah shouting?" Holly's concerned voice pleaded.
"No, they were just playing a game, that's all." Harry lied, looking at the scene in the kitchen. Dieandra and Hermione had gotten into a big vat of cookies, and Dudley had tried to stop them in vain. Cookies were scattered all over the kitchen. "They're absolutely doing terrific... (At driving me crazy!)" Harry muttered, forcing a laugh.
"Oh, Severus wants to talk to you for a minute-hold on, Sev! Can't you wait? Thank you, dear." Holly said, laughing. "Anyway, the older kids should be home around three o'clock. we'll be home around six. By the way, don't let the kids in our room, please." Holly added, as drunken singing began in the background. "Here's Sevi."
"Hello, Professor." Harry whispered weakly, knowing that if he lied to Snape, Snape would know in an instant. "How are you and your wife doing?"
"How are the kids?" Snape asked, in a silky tone. This can't be good. Harry thought, as he told Snape a little white lie about the kids being terrific. "Well, just don't let them get to anything magical. God knows, we just had to move to a muggle neighborhood." Snape replied scathingly. "Have fun. Give the phone to 'Mione-I need to talk to her." Snape added, his voice silky smooth-too smooth, Harry thought as he handed the phone to Hermione. She and Snape talked quietly for a few minutes, and Hermione hung up, beaming.
"Papa said he'll bring us home ice cream from Diagon Alley." Hermione said, grinning, as her hands moved rapidly, and she skipped away, with Dieandra following her. Harry just knew deep inside, that the two of them were up to no good. Harry quickly set up Dudley, Remus, and Jeremiah with a "Monty Python" DVD. When Harry was sure the boys wouldn't budge from the couch, he went off in search of Dieandra and Hermione. He found them playing peacefully in their room, playing House. He persuaded the twins to stay in the living room, where Dudley could keep an eye on them.
Harry eyed the living room with suspicion as he grabbed Hermione and Dieandra by their hands and led them to the living room. Dudley was lying on the couch, asleep, while Jeremiah was playing with the Rubik's Cube in the middle of the floor.
"Where's Remus?" Harry asked Hermione. His question was answered a few seconds later.
BOOM!
"Perfect." Harry moaned sarcastically, rushing off to Snape's Study, where the explosion had come from. Harry coughed as smoke filled his lungs the moment he opened the door to the study. He found four year old Remus Snape standing in the middle of the room, wearing Snape's school robes and holding a smoking wand. The room was in horrible shape. Books were everywhere, a flaming cauldron was leaning in the corner of the room, and Snape's desk was on fire. Remus looked up at Harry with his innocent green eyes.
"P'pa!" Remus shouted, grinning, as Hermione ran up to him, and began chiding him in Sign Language. Harry asked for a translation.
"He says he is being Papa, and he just made an important potion, just like Papa. Oh, dear. he exploded all of Papa's Veritaserum, among other things. He won't be happy at all, I can tell you that." Hermione said, frowning, as she marched Remus to his room to clean up. Harry moaned to himself, as he closed the door after he put out the fire on Snape's desk, and glanced at a clock in the kitchen on the way to the living room. It was only 3:30. Only an hour? Harry moaned to himself, as the front door opened.
"PAPA!" A girl's voice shouted out, as several thunks came from the living room. Harry rushed to the living room. The older kids were home, Harry sighed as three kids sat on the couch, shoving Dudley off, waking him up. "Who are you, and why are you here?" the girl demanded, picking up the remote and turning the TV on to "The Nanny".
"I'm Harry Potter. This is my cousin, Dudley. We're babysitting your brothers and sisters for today. Your parents said you would be here. What's your name?" Harry said in a rush, praying no more chaos would ensue for the rest of the day.
"I'm Chloe Rilee. This one is Stiva; the one with the long hair is Kostya." Chloe said, pointing out the set of twins sitting on the floor, eyes glued to the closed-captions on the TV. Stiva was wiry and small, with glasses; a copy of his mother. Kostya was an absolute miniature of Snape, his long hair neatly put back in a neat ponytail. Harry's eyes went back to Chloe, who was tall with her father's black eyes and her mother's deep brown hair.
"Pleased to meet you.." Harry began, just as a loud thump came from upstairs, suspiciously from Snape's bedroom. "Excuse me for a moment, please." Harry said, groaning, as he rushed upstairs, images of Snape killing him rushing through his mind as he opened the door to reveal a hubbub. Chloe and Dieandra had gotten into the closet again, Remus was in the bathroom, playing with the toilet, and Jeremiah was somewhere in the mess, Harry thought to himself as he tried to make sense of things.
"Look! Candy!" Hermione yelled out, her first two fingers rubbing down her chin. Harry glanced at the nondescript brown bag Hermione was holding, as Chloe came in the room, drawn by the noises. She was followed by Stiva and Kostya, who were signing to each other in Sign Language. The three of them surveyed the scene casually. Chloe's eyes widened as she spied Hermione with the paper bag.
"Mione, that isn't candy at all." Chloe chortled, her hands moving quickly. Kostya and Stiva looked at each other and frowned identical Snape-like frowns. Hermione had taken a black cardboard box out of the bag.
"Uh-uh... It IS candy." Hermione demanded as she stomped her foot and held the bag to her chest. Harry looked on, red-faced as Dudley came in, groggy from his four-hour nap. "SEE?" Hermione said tearing the box open, small brightly-colored packages fell all over the deep crimson carpet.
"Oh man." Chloe moaned, red-faced from laughter and tears. "Hermione, Hermione. well, I guess it's time for the talk, eh?" Kostya and Stiva stood in the background, giggling, as Chloe rolled her eyes and bopped them good on their arms.
"What?" Hermione asked, tearing open a package as she looked up at her sister. "Hey! That isn't candy. its balloons!"
"Great." Chloe said, putting her head in her hands, as Stiva and Kostya laughed their heads off, tears rolling down their faces, as they collapsed to the ground. "Well, we can always blame it on the dog." Chloe said, her hands moving weakly, a sad look in her eyes.
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"Snape Residence. This is Chloe." Chloe said, snatching the small, silver phone from the bedside. "Daddy! How nice to hear from you." Chloe said, her voice squeaking and her eyes moving rapidly from one set of twins to the other. "Um. the girls are fine, Daddy.. "Chloe squeaked out, her left hand moving rapidly, while the other was holding the phone up to her ear.
"Tell him about the balloons!!" Hermione shouted, just loud enough for the older kids to blush uncontrollably. Chloe coughed slightly.
"Um. Harry just got us some balloons from his house, nothing special." Chloe replied, shrugging and biting her lip.
"They're weird." Hermione said, opening another small package. "Look it-"
"Shut up, Hermione." Chloe hissed, smacking Hermione on the shoulder. "We'll see you and Mama later on tonight, Papa. Love you." Chloe said rapidly, hanging up on Snape. "Hermione... they're not balloons. They're . well, condoms."
"What? What's that?" Hermione asked, frowning, as she began gathering up the small brightly-colored packages and putting them back in the box.
"Let's have a little talk in the bathroom, 'Mione. Harry, why don't you and Dudley clean this up? Kostya, take everyone downstairs to watch TV." Chloe said, brushing back her dark brown hair and entering the master bathroom with Hermione at her heels. Harry quickly looked at the bedside clock which read 6:10. Oh Man. They would be home any minute..
"Hello?" Holly's voice rang out, causing Harry's knees to buckle momentarily. "They're home already!" Harry moaned. Chloe's eyes went wide, and her hands moved rapidly to the others. All of the children ran downstairs, yelling hello's to their parents, smothering them with hugs, and then heading to their rooms or the television.
"I'm so sorry we're late." Holly said, as Harry entered the kitchen, carrying Jeremiah. "Oh, Miah, were you a good boy for Harry?" Holly cooed, as she took her baby boy from Harry. Snape looked at Harry with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Snape knew something was up, he always could, Harry thought, as he surveyed the kitchen. There were hardly any tell-tale signs showing the cookie, butter, and chocolate sundae messes. "Were the children good?"
"They were absolute hell--" Dudley began, while Harry bopped him in the ribs. "Angels. Angels, yes." Dudley muttered, clutching his side. Holly smiled, as she reached for her purse. "Let us pay you, boys. You take Knuts or Pounds?"
"Hold on, Severus, let me get my money from the bedroom." Holly said, her eyebrow arching in suspicion, as she began walking upstairs. Harry panicked, and followed Holly upstairs, with Snape at Harry's heels, carrying Miah. Holly opened the door, and Snape took a step into the bedroom...
"POTTER!" ....