The Next Generation-Dark Marks and Troublemakers
Author's Note: This is a third part to The Next Generation. If you've read the first two, you'll know what's going on in here. But, there are four new kids, and a set of them are twins, one you'll know if you read Trouble Continued, and the third showed up in the last Chapter of Trouble continued. So read on and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP of its characters, but I do own all the original characters that aren't from the books, but from my imagination. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~* Chapter 29
Ron walked into the kitchen and yawned. Hermione was in a very good mood at the moment. Christmas break was now coming up, which meant the return of her precious young ones. She seemed to have had enough of Alex and John by now. She was using her wand and cleaning and cooking at the same time. He stretched and looked at the pan that was dumping a dozen cookies into a large bowl that was already filled. "it smells great in here. Where are Alex and John at?" Hermione scowled a bit.
"Alex is out with Cherise and john is still in bed." she answered and began to mutter under her breath. Ron smiled a bit and grabbed a cookie.
"The kids won't be here until tomorrow. Maybe you should take it easy on the treats." He suggested. Hermione smiled.
"Well, seeing as though I only got one bad letter about each of the boys the entire time they were in school, I thin there's a little something to celebrate." He answered. Ron shrugged and nodded.
"Guess so." he then stopped and gave his wife a look. "Hermione, what aren't you telling me?" he asked. She blushed and made sure not to look at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a bit of nervousness in her voice.
"There's something you aren't telling me.. There's another reason you're making all these cookies, isn't there?" She sighed and turned to him.
"Family members if mine are coming into town to visit and since they've never seen you guys, my parents want us over for Christmas."
"WHY!?" Ron whined.
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"But I don't want to go!" announced Chris. He and Angela were sitting at the breakfast table and Lavender had just broke the news to them that they were going to stay with her family during the Christmas holidays. Seamus let out a sigh and shook his head.
"No use arguing with your mother. What ever she says, goes." Chris scowled and crossed his arms.
"I don't like going to grandma's house. She always tries to make me try on funny looking dress robes." Muttered Angela, prodding at her food with a scowl.
"Yeah, but now that you're older she's going to make you help out more with stuff like massaging her feet and helping gramps put in his fake teeth.'
"MUM!"
"Chris cut that out! Your grandfather does not have fake teeth." Snapped Lavender.
"Course he does. When I was ten he let me play with them." Informed Chris.
"So is that why he couldn't eat any of the Christmas dinner that year?" asked Seamus, earning a glare from his wife.
"No matter how much you three hate it we're going! Your grandparents haven't seen you in five years and its about time they saw how much you've grown. Seamus smiled a bit at the sour looks on his kids' faces. He hated going to Mr. and Mrs. Brown's house just as much as the next normal person, but he also enjoyed sleeping in a bed.
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"Wake up you two!" Jessica pulled her blankets over her head at the sound of her mother's voice. It was early in the morning and she enjoyed sleeping in on weekends. Her younger brother's protests could be heard down the hall soon after the sound of his door flying open. "Come on now! We've got packing to do!" she called. Dean came and knocked on Jessica's door before pushing in all the way open.
"Hey there, you hear your mother don't you?" he asked. Jessica sat up and glared at him.
"I hear her, but I choose to ignore." She responded. He smiled and shook his head. Jessica ran her fingers through her hair. "What does she mean when she says we have packing to do?" Dean grinned.
"We're going to see her half of the family this year." Jessica sat silently for a while and scowled.
"You're lying." Dean laughed and reached under his daughter's bed, pulling out her old trunk.
"No I'm not. We're leaving this evening."
Author's Note: This is a third part to The Next Generation. If you've read the first two, you'll know what's going on in here. But, there are four new kids, and a set of them are twins, one you'll know if you read Trouble Continued, and the third showed up in the last Chapter of Trouble continued. So read on and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP of its characters, but I do own all the original characters that aren't from the books, but from my imagination. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~* Chapter 29
Ron walked into the kitchen and yawned. Hermione was in a very good mood at the moment. Christmas break was now coming up, which meant the return of her precious young ones. She seemed to have had enough of Alex and John by now. She was using her wand and cleaning and cooking at the same time. He stretched and looked at the pan that was dumping a dozen cookies into a large bowl that was already filled. "it smells great in here. Where are Alex and John at?" Hermione scowled a bit.
"Alex is out with Cherise and john is still in bed." she answered and began to mutter under her breath. Ron smiled a bit and grabbed a cookie.
"The kids won't be here until tomorrow. Maybe you should take it easy on the treats." He suggested. Hermione smiled.
"Well, seeing as though I only got one bad letter about each of the boys the entire time they were in school, I thin there's a little something to celebrate." He answered. Ron shrugged and nodded.
"Guess so." he then stopped and gave his wife a look. "Hermione, what aren't you telling me?" he asked. She blushed and made sure not to look at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a bit of nervousness in her voice.
"There's something you aren't telling me.. There's another reason you're making all these cookies, isn't there?" She sighed and turned to him.
"Family members if mine are coming into town to visit and since they've never seen you guys, my parents want us over for Christmas."
"WHY!?" Ron whined.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"But I don't want to go!" announced Chris. He and Angela were sitting at the breakfast table and Lavender had just broke the news to them that they were going to stay with her family during the Christmas holidays. Seamus let out a sigh and shook his head.
"No use arguing with your mother. What ever she says, goes." Chris scowled and crossed his arms.
"I don't like going to grandma's house. She always tries to make me try on funny looking dress robes." Muttered Angela, prodding at her food with a scowl.
"Yeah, but now that you're older she's going to make you help out more with stuff like massaging her feet and helping gramps put in his fake teeth.'
"MUM!"
"Chris cut that out! Your grandfather does not have fake teeth." Snapped Lavender.
"Course he does. When I was ten he let me play with them." Informed Chris.
"So is that why he couldn't eat any of the Christmas dinner that year?" asked Seamus, earning a glare from his wife.
"No matter how much you three hate it we're going! Your grandparents haven't seen you in five years and its about time they saw how much you've grown. Seamus smiled a bit at the sour looks on his kids' faces. He hated going to Mr. and Mrs. Brown's house just as much as the next normal person, but he also enjoyed sleeping in a bed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Wake up you two!" Jessica pulled her blankets over her head at the sound of her mother's voice. It was early in the morning and she enjoyed sleeping in on weekends. Her younger brother's protests could be heard down the hall soon after the sound of his door flying open. "Come on now! We've got packing to do!" she called. Dean came and knocked on Jessica's door before pushing in all the way open.
"Hey there, you hear your mother don't you?" he asked. Jessica sat up and glared at him.
"I hear her, but I choose to ignore." She responded. He smiled and shook his head. Jessica ran her fingers through her hair. "What does she mean when she says we have packing to do?" Dean grinned.
"We're going to see her half of the family this year." Jessica sat silently for a while and scowled.
"You're lying." Dean laughed and reached under his daughter's bed, pulling out her old trunk.
"No I'm not. We're leaving this evening."