A/N: MONDO IMPORTANT!!! IF YOU HAVE ALREADY READ CHAPTER ONE NOT AT THE
SAME TIME AS CHAPTER TWO, GO BACK AND READ IT!!! I CHANGED THE WHOLE THING.
HERMIONE DOESN'T HAVE A BABY! PLEASE, THIS CHAPTER MIGHT NOT MAKE AS MUCH
SENSE UNLESS YOU READ CHAPTER ONE AGAIN! THANK YOU!
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"Hermione, do we need to go to Diagon Alley soon?"
"Why would we need to do that?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee. The kitchen window was open and the cool morning breeze floated around them. It was early on a Friday morning and the kids were still sleeping.
"Don't you need supplies for the new school year?" Harry stood up and walked to the fridge. He opened the door and took out a bright red apple. He bit in to it and the sweet juice ran down his chin.
"You are such a slob." Hermione threw a napkin at him. "Yeah, we should go this weekend."
"And Ron can watch them." Harry pointed towards the stairs in the other room, talking about the two children.
"Why don' t you want them to know about magic? I would have loved growing up with magical parents." She sipped her coffee again. "Don't you think we should tell them?"
"No. They don't need to grow up thinking they will go to a magic school when they might not." Hermione shook her head from her husband and turned her attention to the morning outside.
"Harry, can we just please tell them? So what if they don't go to Hogwarts, or any other wizardry school? At least they can see magic from us!" She stood up and started pacing back and forth across the tiled floor. Her white bunny slippers dragged along, picking up dust and dirt.
"Fine! If you want to ruin their young lives, be my guest!" Harry yelled standing up. Hermione stopped pacing and starred deep into her husband's eyes, as if searching for something.
"Harry! Please, they're still sleeping. Now, if we tell them, it won't ruin their lives, it might make it more exciting." She put her hands on his shoulders, and he stepped closer to her.
"But we can't trust them. They might blurt it out to a muggle and give away our whole world. And everyone will hate us because our children did it. 'The Famous Harry Potter's children give away wizarding world'. How would that sound on the front of the Daily Profit? Not too good, huh?" Hermione rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso in a calming hug. Harry returned the embrace.
"You worry too much. Tomorrow, we will go to Diagon Alley an-"
"I'll go call Ron to com-"
"With the kids!" Hermione said, over Harry's voice. She lifted her head and looked at his face. Harry was about to object, but saw the look on Hermione's face, only to realize that it was truly time to tell his children that they were wizards and witches.
"Fine, I guess its time. I tried to protect them from something that I can't hide. Magic is our life, and they would start to wonder when you go off to teach at Hogwarts and not return for a year, or me working a very strange job as an auror. We just got these jobs and we should be able to keep them, without our children not knowing." Harry lowered his head and covered Hermione's pink lips with his own.
The kiss was passionate. They stood, holding each other's lips for quite some time, only to part when they heard giggling coming from the door way. The couple parted and started down and two children, laughing behind their hands.
"Good morning Lizzy and Junior." Harry picked up his two children and swung them around in circles.
"Harry! Be careful!" Hermione scolded.
"Mum! I think I wet the bed." Junior jumped from his father's arms into his mother's.
"Again? I'm going to go clean it up, Harry." Hermione set her son down and grabbed a liquid solution from under the sink and headed upstairs.
"Hey, guys. How about some breakfast." Harry sat Lizzy and Junior at the table.
"Daddy, why is there an owl sitting on the windowsill?" Junior pointed to the large white snowy owl perched on the windowsill with a piece of rolled parchment on its leg.
"Hedwig?" Harry opened the window and the owl flew in and onto its owner's shoulder. Harry pulled the paper off her leg and she flew to the table and started eating toast crumbs.
Harry's emerald eyes scrolled down the paper. When he finished reading, he looked up.
"Daddy, why is there and owl and how come you know its name?" Lizzy asked, stroking the silk white feathers. Hermione came down stairs and into the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Hedwig. She turned her head to Harry, who was holding the letter. He looked up at her and Hermione could definantly tell that something was wrong.
"Harry, what's wrong? I thought you said it was all right for them to know?" She strode to Harry's side and looked at the letter in his hands.
After a few seconds, she placed a hand over her mouth and her eyes opened wide.
"No, Harry! This is bad." Hermione took the letter from her husband. She found a pen and wrote a reply. She tied it to Hedwig's leg and the owl flew out the window. "Kids, go upstairs and get ready."
"Where are we going?" the both said at once.
"Just, go get dressed." The two oldest of the kids raced upstairs to get dressed. Hermione turned to Harry, who still stood in shock.
"Why do you want them to get dressed?"
"We have to go to Diagon Alley today. The letter said to come tomorrow. We have a lot to do. We have to pack, and sell the house, and-"
"Hermione, calm down. It's going to be all right." Harry put his arms around her waist from behind her and rested his chin on her shoulders. "Ron can get the house sold, or we can just give it to him and Lavender so they can move out of the Burrow. Let's go get dressed so we can get going too." He grabbed her hand and led her upstairs.
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"Junior, what did I tell you? Mum and Dad are magic! Just like in all the books I read! I didn't lie to you." The four year old jumped on his seven year old sister and pinned her to the floor.
"I still think you're crazy. Just because you hear Dad talk funny and things happen, and Uncle Ron talked about 'our' people, and owls fly through the window that Dad know doesn't mean that they are magic."
"Well, who are the people Uncle Ron was talking about? They have to be witches or wizards or some sort of magic people." The two minors ran for their rooms from the top of the staircase when they heard their parents coming up.
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After twenty minutes of bustling around, the Potter family was ready to go shopping for the rest of the day. But they weren't going to a regular mall, as the children thought. Today was the day when Harry Potter finally let his children know about magic and wizards.
Lizzy wore a pink t-shirt and a short blue jean skirt. Junior wore a green t-shirt that was too big for him and blue jean shorts. Hermione wore a white tank top and short black jean shorts and Harry wore a red shirt and long blue jean shorts. The only thing not normal was the black robes in the trunk.
"All right, kids in the car! We've got to hurry now!" Harry and Hermione rushed their two kids into the car and got in them selves. Harry gave Hermione a reassuring look and sped of to London, only ten miles away.
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"Mum?" Lizzy tugged on her mother's hand. "Why are we going in there? This isn't the shopping center! That's just an old empty building!" Hermione and Harry had put on their flowing robes and were now walking down an almost deserted street.
"Don't worry. You're father and I are taking you somewhere special." Hermione held onto Lizzy and Harry carried Junior to an old building. That same building that Hagrid took Harry to in his first year. The same building that Harry had the strongest feeling that he and Hagrid were the only ones who could see it.
As they neared the building, the letters on the sign became clear.
"The Leaky Cauldron. Mum! Is this a bar? We aren't allowed in here!" Lizzy jumped between the door and her parents to stop them. Harry and Hermione exchanged smiles when they saw that their daughter could read the sign that only wizards and witches could see.
Harry opened the door and set his son down. They walked into a smoky room filled with the scent of beer and rum. Many people were standing around, most dressed in robes and tall, pointy hats. The children clung to their parents, terrified by the way these people looked.
"Harry! Nice to see you in these parts again!" The chubby bartender waved at them.
"Good to be back." By now, the whole room was looking at them.
"Hermione! Glad to see you two got together, after that tragic thing in your seventh year. Always thought it would be you two." Harry and Hermione blushed, and then remembered Lizzy and Junior clinging to them. "Ah, see you've got some new people to introduce."
"Yes, this is Elizabeth and Harry. Say hi, kids." The two kids waved, trying not to show that they were scared. "Well, I guess we'll be on our way now, to Diagon Alley,"
"Why? Those tots don't look old enough to be getting school supplies for Hogwarts yet." An elderly witch dressed in dark purple robes spoke up from the end of the bar counter.
"Oh, they're not. I'm a professor this year, and Harry might be too."
"Congratulations, Miss Granger, oh! Mrs. Potter. What subject will you be teaching?" The bartender started clapping and the whole room joined in.
"History of Magic. Well, it was nice talking, but we really need to be going. Bye." Hermione and Harry waved and said their goodbyes and headed for an old wooden door back in the shadows. They opened and led the kids through.
"Mum! What is going on?" Lizzy and Junior shouted at the same time once the door closed behind them.
"Lizzy, Junior, we've been meaning to tell you, but we haven't. And I'm extremely sorry for not telling you sooner." Hermione kneeled down so she could look her kids in the eyes. "Your father is a wizard and I'm a witch." The eldest of the two screamed and jumped around, hugging her mother and father quickly.
"I told you! I told you, I told you!"
"What did you tell him, Lizzy?" Harry asked, kneeling too to face them.
"I knew that you were magic or something!"
"How?" the two asked at the same time.
"Well, I always heard Dad talking weird and then things weird happening, then Uncle Ron always popped out of no where, and then this morning with the owl! And now this! All these people, Diagon Street or whatever, and something about warts on a hog."
"Diagon Alley. And Hogwarts has nothing to do with warts on a hog, but it's a school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sorry to keep this from you." Junior stood in shock, not believing what was happening.
"Prove it," he said, crossing his arms. Harry smiled and dug in his robes. After searching many pockets, he pulled out his wand.
"What's that?"
"That's a wand." Harry smiled again and stood. He tapped the bricks on the wall in a different pattern. "Stand back." The bricks twisted and turned in all different directions, moving to the side as they did. Lizzy and Junior dropped their jaws and starred at what had just opened before them.
"Welcome, to Diagon Alley."
~~To be Continued~~
A/N: wow, that was a long chappie. Took me long enough. I hope that you went back and reread chapter one! Because I changed it completely, if you are just now finding this, don't worry. Will try to update sooner.k bye blah gurl
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"Hermione, do we need to go to Diagon Alley soon?"
"Why would we need to do that?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee. The kitchen window was open and the cool morning breeze floated around them. It was early on a Friday morning and the kids were still sleeping.
"Don't you need supplies for the new school year?" Harry stood up and walked to the fridge. He opened the door and took out a bright red apple. He bit in to it and the sweet juice ran down his chin.
"You are such a slob." Hermione threw a napkin at him. "Yeah, we should go this weekend."
"And Ron can watch them." Harry pointed towards the stairs in the other room, talking about the two children.
"Why don' t you want them to know about magic? I would have loved growing up with magical parents." She sipped her coffee again. "Don't you think we should tell them?"
"No. They don't need to grow up thinking they will go to a magic school when they might not." Hermione shook her head from her husband and turned her attention to the morning outside.
"Harry, can we just please tell them? So what if they don't go to Hogwarts, or any other wizardry school? At least they can see magic from us!" She stood up and started pacing back and forth across the tiled floor. Her white bunny slippers dragged along, picking up dust and dirt.
"Fine! If you want to ruin their young lives, be my guest!" Harry yelled standing up. Hermione stopped pacing and starred deep into her husband's eyes, as if searching for something.
"Harry! Please, they're still sleeping. Now, if we tell them, it won't ruin their lives, it might make it more exciting." She put her hands on his shoulders, and he stepped closer to her.
"But we can't trust them. They might blurt it out to a muggle and give away our whole world. And everyone will hate us because our children did it. 'The Famous Harry Potter's children give away wizarding world'. How would that sound on the front of the Daily Profit? Not too good, huh?" Hermione rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso in a calming hug. Harry returned the embrace.
"You worry too much. Tomorrow, we will go to Diagon Alley an-"
"I'll go call Ron to com-"
"With the kids!" Hermione said, over Harry's voice. She lifted her head and looked at his face. Harry was about to object, but saw the look on Hermione's face, only to realize that it was truly time to tell his children that they were wizards and witches.
"Fine, I guess its time. I tried to protect them from something that I can't hide. Magic is our life, and they would start to wonder when you go off to teach at Hogwarts and not return for a year, or me working a very strange job as an auror. We just got these jobs and we should be able to keep them, without our children not knowing." Harry lowered his head and covered Hermione's pink lips with his own.
The kiss was passionate. They stood, holding each other's lips for quite some time, only to part when they heard giggling coming from the door way. The couple parted and started down and two children, laughing behind their hands.
"Good morning Lizzy and Junior." Harry picked up his two children and swung them around in circles.
"Harry! Be careful!" Hermione scolded.
"Mum! I think I wet the bed." Junior jumped from his father's arms into his mother's.
"Again? I'm going to go clean it up, Harry." Hermione set her son down and grabbed a liquid solution from under the sink and headed upstairs.
"Hey, guys. How about some breakfast." Harry sat Lizzy and Junior at the table.
"Daddy, why is there an owl sitting on the windowsill?" Junior pointed to the large white snowy owl perched on the windowsill with a piece of rolled parchment on its leg.
"Hedwig?" Harry opened the window and the owl flew in and onto its owner's shoulder. Harry pulled the paper off her leg and she flew to the table and started eating toast crumbs.
Harry's emerald eyes scrolled down the paper. When he finished reading, he looked up.
"Daddy, why is there and owl and how come you know its name?" Lizzy asked, stroking the silk white feathers. Hermione came down stairs and into the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Hedwig. She turned her head to Harry, who was holding the letter. He looked up at her and Hermione could definantly tell that something was wrong.
"Harry, what's wrong? I thought you said it was all right for them to know?" She strode to Harry's side and looked at the letter in his hands.
After a few seconds, she placed a hand over her mouth and her eyes opened wide.
"No, Harry! This is bad." Hermione took the letter from her husband. She found a pen and wrote a reply. She tied it to Hedwig's leg and the owl flew out the window. "Kids, go upstairs and get ready."
"Where are we going?" the both said at once.
"Just, go get dressed." The two oldest of the kids raced upstairs to get dressed. Hermione turned to Harry, who still stood in shock.
"Why do you want them to get dressed?"
"We have to go to Diagon Alley today. The letter said to come tomorrow. We have a lot to do. We have to pack, and sell the house, and-"
"Hermione, calm down. It's going to be all right." Harry put his arms around her waist from behind her and rested his chin on her shoulders. "Ron can get the house sold, or we can just give it to him and Lavender so they can move out of the Burrow. Let's go get dressed so we can get going too." He grabbed her hand and led her upstairs.
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"Junior, what did I tell you? Mum and Dad are magic! Just like in all the books I read! I didn't lie to you." The four year old jumped on his seven year old sister and pinned her to the floor.
"I still think you're crazy. Just because you hear Dad talk funny and things happen, and Uncle Ron talked about 'our' people, and owls fly through the window that Dad know doesn't mean that they are magic."
"Well, who are the people Uncle Ron was talking about? They have to be witches or wizards or some sort of magic people." The two minors ran for their rooms from the top of the staircase when they heard their parents coming up.
~~~~*~~~~
After twenty minutes of bustling around, the Potter family was ready to go shopping for the rest of the day. But they weren't going to a regular mall, as the children thought. Today was the day when Harry Potter finally let his children know about magic and wizards.
Lizzy wore a pink t-shirt and a short blue jean skirt. Junior wore a green t-shirt that was too big for him and blue jean shorts. Hermione wore a white tank top and short black jean shorts and Harry wore a red shirt and long blue jean shorts. The only thing not normal was the black robes in the trunk.
"All right, kids in the car! We've got to hurry now!" Harry and Hermione rushed their two kids into the car and got in them selves. Harry gave Hermione a reassuring look and sped of to London, only ten miles away.
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"Mum?" Lizzy tugged on her mother's hand. "Why are we going in there? This isn't the shopping center! That's just an old empty building!" Hermione and Harry had put on their flowing robes and were now walking down an almost deserted street.
"Don't worry. You're father and I are taking you somewhere special." Hermione held onto Lizzy and Harry carried Junior to an old building. That same building that Hagrid took Harry to in his first year. The same building that Harry had the strongest feeling that he and Hagrid were the only ones who could see it.
As they neared the building, the letters on the sign became clear.
"The Leaky Cauldron. Mum! Is this a bar? We aren't allowed in here!" Lizzy jumped between the door and her parents to stop them. Harry and Hermione exchanged smiles when they saw that their daughter could read the sign that only wizards and witches could see.
Harry opened the door and set his son down. They walked into a smoky room filled with the scent of beer and rum. Many people were standing around, most dressed in robes and tall, pointy hats. The children clung to their parents, terrified by the way these people looked.
"Harry! Nice to see you in these parts again!" The chubby bartender waved at them.
"Good to be back." By now, the whole room was looking at them.
"Hermione! Glad to see you two got together, after that tragic thing in your seventh year. Always thought it would be you two." Harry and Hermione blushed, and then remembered Lizzy and Junior clinging to them. "Ah, see you've got some new people to introduce."
"Yes, this is Elizabeth and Harry. Say hi, kids." The two kids waved, trying not to show that they were scared. "Well, I guess we'll be on our way now, to Diagon Alley,"
"Why? Those tots don't look old enough to be getting school supplies for Hogwarts yet." An elderly witch dressed in dark purple robes spoke up from the end of the bar counter.
"Oh, they're not. I'm a professor this year, and Harry might be too."
"Congratulations, Miss Granger, oh! Mrs. Potter. What subject will you be teaching?" The bartender started clapping and the whole room joined in.
"History of Magic. Well, it was nice talking, but we really need to be going. Bye." Hermione and Harry waved and said their goodbyes and headed for an old wooden door back in the shadows. They opened and led the kids through.
"Mum! What is going on?" Lizzy and Junior shouted at the same time once the door closed behind them.
"Lizzy, Junior, we've been meaning to tell you, but we haven't. And I'm extremely sorry for not telling you sooner." Hermione kneeled down so she could look her kids in the eyes. "Your father is a wizard and I'm a witch." The eldest of the two screamed and jumped around, hugging her mother and father quickly.
"I told you! I told you, I told you!"
"What did you tell him, Lizzy?" Harry asked, kneeling too to face them.
"I knew that you were magic or something!"
"How?" the two asked at the same time.
"Well, I always heard Dad talking weird and then things weird happening, then Uncle Ron always popped out of no where, and then this morning with the owl! And now this! All these people, Diagon Street or whatever, and something about warts on a hog."
"Diagon Alley. And Hogwarts has nothing to do with warts on a hog, but it's a school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sorry to keep this from you." Junior stood in shock, not believing what was happening.
"Prove it," he said, crossing his arms. Harry smiled and dug in his robes. After searching many pockets, he pulled out his wand.
"What's that?"
"That's a wand." Harry smiled again and stood. He tapped the bricks on the wall in a different pattern. "Stand back." The bricks twisted and turned in all different directions, moving to the side as they did. Lizzy and Junior dropped their jaws and starred at what had just opened before them.
"Welcome, to Diagon Alley."
~~To be Continued~~
A/N: wow, that was a long chappie. Took me long enough. I hope that you went back and reread chapter one! Because I changed it completely, if you are just now finding this, don't worry. Will try to update sooner.k bye blah gurl