Mommy, Why does My Teddy Have Too Many Legs?
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG (for language and possible scary moments)
Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger-Weasley, and Catlin Weasley (daughter)
Time: Six years after Hogwarts graduation; around late 2002 to early 2003
Chapter: One; Introduction
Disclaimer: its all JK's characters, I just put them in plots she would have never thought of.
".You wouldn't like them either if you'd been holding you bear and suddenly it had too many legs."
These words echoed through Ron's head for some reason. He was a twenty-three-years-old redhead, fully qualified wizard, and one of the defeaters of the most the evil sorcerer of his time, Lord Voldemort. The name still sent chills down his spine, but at least he could say it. He had done many great things before he even graduated Hogwarts. He, along with future wife, Hermione helped Harry retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone in his first year, escape from Tom Riddle in his second year, his overcoming of Voldemort in his seventh year, and, worst of all, survived seven years with Snape as their teacher. Even though he went through all of this, there was still thing that made him cringe when he thought about it: spiders.
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Ron had just got done with his third helping of Hermione's delicious chicken casserole. It was late and he just got home from the Ministry of Magic. He was an Auror, and a damn good one at that! People said that he was as good as Mad-Eye Moody, if not better.
Hermione, Ron's beautiful wife for four years, was sitting on the couch reading the Evening Prophet. Every once in a while she'd mutter such things as "I can't believe they would do that!" or " Who'd do such a thing?" Hermione was the Arithmacy teacher at Hogwarts. Ron never got into a conversation with her about her work because he had no idea what she what talking about.
Just before Ron got started with his fourth helping of the casserole, his four-year-old daughter ran in. "Daddy. Daddy! DADDY!!" She jumped into his lap. She had Ron's red hair and freckles, but inherited Hermione's brown eyes and (Thank goodness, Ron thought) small, straight nose.
"Yes dear," Ron said a bit winded by the surprise leap. The looked down at her and noticed she was shaking badly. "Catlin, what's wrong?"
A/N: Don't you just hate me for leaving you at climax points? Muwahahahahahaha..... I'm just evil. If you like just review me. And if you don't like it review me anyway. Tell me what I need to change so I can" intellectually" (I can use big words) grow as a writer.
Rating: PG (for language and possible scary moments)
Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger-Weasley, and Catlin Weasley (daughter)
Time: Six years after Hogwarts graduation; around late 2002 to early 2003
Chapter: One; Introduction
Disclaimer: its all JK's characters, I just put them in plots she would have never thought of.
".You wouldn't like them either if you'd been holding you bear and suddenly it had too many legs."
These words echoed through Ron's head for some reason. He was a twenty-three-years-old redhead, fully qualified wizard, and one of the defeaters of the most the evil sorcerer of his time, Lord Voldemort. The name still sent chills down his spine, but at least he could say it. He had done many great things before he even graduated Hogwarts. He, along with future wife, Hermione helped Harry retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone in his first year, escape from Tom Riddle in his second year, his overcoming of Voldemort in his seventh year, and, worst of all, survived seven years with Snape as their teacher. Even though he went through all of this, there was still thing that made him cringe when he thought about it: spiders.
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Ron had just got done with his third helping of Hermione's delicious chicken casserole. It was late and he just got home from the Ministry of Magic. He was an Auror, and a damn good one at that! People said that he was as good as Mad-Eye Moody, if not better.
Hermione, Ron's beautiful wife for four years, was sitting on the couch reading the Evening Prophet. Every once in a while she'd mutter such things as "I can't believe they would do that!" or " Who'd do such a thing?" Hermione was the Arithmacy teacher at Hogwarts. Ron never got into a conversation with her about her work because he had no idea what she what talking about.
Just before Ron got started with his fourth helping of the casserole, his four-year-old daughter ran in. "Daddy. Daddy! DADDY!!" She jumped into his lap. She had Ron's red hair and freckles, but inherited Hermione's brown eyes and (Thank goodness, Ron thought) small, straight nose.
"Yes dear," Ron said a bit winded by the surprise leap. The looked down at her and noticed she was shaking badly. "Catlin, what's wrong?"
A/N: Don't you just hate me for leaving you at climax points? Muwahahahahahaha..... I'm just evil. If you like just review me. And if you don't like it review me anyway. Tell me what I need to change so I can" intellectually" (I can use big words) grow as a writer.