A/N: well well well, back for another chapter, huh? Enjoy
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People hustled past, going every which way, entering and exiting shops with arms full of bags. The Potter children looked at every thing in awe, still shocked to the core.
"Dad! Is that a broomstick?" Junior tugged on his father's robes and pointed to the latest version in the window.
"Yes it is, I have one at home. I'll show you when we get back."
"I've seen it, it's in the garage. I cleaned the kitchen floor with it many times." Lizzy protested.
"Different kind, honey, you've never seen mine. It's in a trunk under our bed with a spell lock on it. I played Quidditch on it when I went to school." Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders as he spoke. The two smiled, as if thinking about memories from school.
"What's Quidditch? Is it played in a ditch?" Junior and Lizzy bounced around their parent's, millions of questions filling their heads, all wanting an answer.
"I'll explain later, it will be easy to understand." Harry and his family walked on, past many people, most turning and waving at the Famous Boy Who Lived and his new family.
"Why, Harry Potter! Is that you?" an old witch dressed in long, blue robes approached them. Harry stopped to look closer at the elder.
"Yes, it's me, but who are you?" Harry looked closer into the face, but he could still not figure out who this woman was.
"Professor Trweanly (a/n: is that how you spell it????? tell me!)" She spread her arms wide.
"Oh, nice to see you again. Are you surprised that I'm still living? After you quit in third year, I thought you would still think I would die."
"Oh, no. I was just doing that to get the students excited about something. That school never had something exciting happening. Except the whole stone thing.and the Chamber of Secrets.and Sirius Black. okay, I lied. That school always had something exciting happening." She laughed at her joke attempt. "Well, I best be off! Shopping for the grandkids is a hard job to do! Nice to see you again, Harry. And you too, Hermione. Ta ta!" She disappeared into the crowd.
"Good reddens." Hermione rolled her eyes and started walking again. Harry shook his head and followed.
People began rushing past them to a clearing just up ahead. "Hello! Thanks to my father, all of your children will be taught by one of the greatest new Potions Professors at Hogwarts. No need to push, people, you can all have a picture with me! All in good time, all in good time." A man, standing in the center of a crowd was having his picture taken with everyone.
Harry and Hermione walked up to the crowd and cut through to the man. They both stopped, Hermione crossed her arms, and Harry stood, looking in disgust. Their children hid behind their flowing black robes.
"Ah, it seems that something has come to my attention. I'll need a twenty minute break." The man shooed the people from him when he noticed the Potters. "Well, well, well. Do you want a picture with me too?" He smirked.
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry said.
"Well, I'm the new Potions professor at Hogwarts, as Snape has died."
"I know. I got the letter. Why? Did your father bribe Dumbledore?" Hermione said, shifting her weight to her other foot.
"No, I earned it. Snape told me to be the teacher on his death bed." Malfoy stepped closer to Hermione, looking her over. "It seems you've finally become more than a bookworm, ah Granger?"
"It's Potter now." She said through gritted teeth.
"Really? Is it because of that little incident in seventh year? Or was it just pure love?" He smirked his famous smirk. "Well, I best be off. Things to do and people to love me. Hope to see you again, not!" He turned his back and began to walk away.
"Oh, you just wait. You will be seeing a lot of us. I'm the Professor of History of Magic, and Harry is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. See you around." They turned to walk, but Malfoy stopped them.
"Excuse me? You two are professors? Ha! More time to smirk!" The three former schoolmates walked in their separate directions back into the crowd.
"Are we going to get to go to that school that every one talks about?" Lizzy shouted over the noise of the crowd.
"We'll explain it all later, right now I need to get a few things." Hermione led her daughter into a shop and gathered the few items on her list. "Harry? Can you and Junior go get a one pewter cauldron?" Harry nodded and led his son to a different store.
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"All right, I'll order a pizza, you guys sit at the table, and we'll answer any or all of your questions that we can." Hermione left to find the number.
After several hours of shopping in the busy center, the family headed home. Hermione had all of her things that she needed for being a professor except the classroom.
Harry had carried down the trunk of their wizardry things and placed it on the floor next to the table.
One by one, he pulled out the contents and explained them to his kids.
"And this, is my broomstick. The Firebolt was the fastest model when I was in school." Harry laid the broom on the table for them to examine. Hermione sat down next to Harry after cleaning up the dinner dishes, and opened her favorite book.
"Hello, old friend." She whispered as she turned the pages carefully. "Oh my gosh! Harry! We have to pack! We have to leave tomorrow! Dumbledore asked us to come immediately to prepare for classes to start next month." Hermione jumped up and started to hustle about.
"Hermione, always worrying." Harry shook his head and picked up his wand from the various items 0n the table. He twirled it in the air and orange sparks flew from it, landing all over the house. "Don't tell me you've forgotten how to pack using spells? Oh dear, it seems we have been away for too long." Harry stood and walked to his wife. He planted a soft kiss on her cheek and patted her other one. "Not to worry, I've got it all under control." Hermione smirked at him and headed upstairs to make sure the spell was working.
Harry turned back to his children, whose jaws were open so wide that the whole of Hogwarts could fit in it. "What?" Harry questioned them with a look. "Oh," he pointed to the silverware packing themselves into a never- ending bag. "That. Well, magic isn't just for cursing someone. You can do all sorts of stuff with it." Harry sat down to explain how Hogwarts worked: the letter coming when you are 11, the train, the houses, and everything else to know. He even explained why he was famous.
"Harry? Can I talk with you?" Hermione yelled from the top of the staircase. Harry left the kids to look over his things, and ran to meet Hermione at the top of the stairs.
Once he got there, Hermione threw her arms around his neck and kissed him like that first kiss in the contest with Ginny Wealsey in seventh year.
"Well," he said once they parted. "That was unexpected." Harry held her, but she leaned back to look at his face.
"I've just been wanting to do that all day, since we ran into Malfoy." Hermione kissed him again. "I'm glad that you're taking the teaching job. Then we can all stay together."
"Well, when that letter came from Dumbledore saying that Mad Eye Moody retired, I just thought I should take it."
"Did you tell the Ministry yet?" she kissed him over and over again.
"Hermione! What's wrong with you? And yes, I told the Ministry. They said that's where I belong."
"I'm sorry. I just.never mind." She let go and went back to their room to help with the packing.
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The next morning, Harry and his kids were packing the car to drive to the train station.
"Lizzy, please put the bags in the trunk, then go in and help your brother carry his down! It's too heavy for him!" the oldest of the Potter children did as she was told.
Hermione came out, holding the smallest bag there was. "Um, dear? I think you might need to bring the rest of your stuff, don't you think?"
"I put a spell.never-ending spell. It can hold everything I need." She smiled and threw it in the back seat. Lizzy and Junior came out and set down the biggest bag ever in front of the open trunk.
"Hey, Lizzy, there is Rebecca. Why don't you go say goodbye to her?" Hermione pointed to a little red head running in her front yard across the street. Lizzy and Junior ran over to say goodbye to their muggle friend.
"I'm glad we're leaving here. Living where we can actually do our magic is much more fun. Do we get an apartment in Hogwarts to live in?"
"Yes, and the kids have their own rooms, and we have our own." Hermione hooked her arms around her husband's torso and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh, right." He gave her a peck on the lips, and hugged her tightly.
"Yeah!" Lizzy's voice came floating across the street to their ears. "We're moving because my dad's a wizard and my mum's a witch!" Hermione's arms fell from around Harry.
~~To be Continued~~
A/N: okay, that was a little shorter than planned, but if I went on, it would be WAY TOO LONG. Thanks for reading and reviewing!! what do you think??? K bye, blah gurl
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People hustled past, going every which way, entering and exiting shops with arms full of bags. The Potter children looked at every thing in awe, still shocked to the core.
"Dad! Is that a broomstick?" Junior tugged on his father's robes and pointed to the latest version in the window.
"Yes it is, I have one at home. I'll show you when we get back."
"I've seen it, it's in the garage. I cleaned the kitchen floor with it many times." Lizzy protested.
"Different kind, honey, you've never seen mine. It's in a trunk under our bed with a spell lock on it. I played Quidditch on it when I went to school." Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders as he spoke. The two smiled, as if thinking about memories from school.
"What's Quidditch? Is it played in a ditch?" Junior and Lizzy bounced around their parent's, millions of questions filling their heads, all wanting an answer.
"I'll explain later, it will be easy to understand." Harry and his family walked on, past many people, most turning and waving at the Famous Boy Who Lived and his new family.
"Why, Harry Potter! Is that you?" an old witch dressed in long, blue robes approached them. Harry stopped to look closer at the elder.
"Yes, it's me, but who are you?" Harry looked closer into the face, but he could still not figure out who this woman was.
"Professor Trweanly (a/n: is that how you spell it????? tell me!)" She spread her arms wide.
"Oh, nice to see you again. Are you surprised that I'm still living? After you quit in third year, I thought you would still think I would die."
"Oh, no. I was just doing that to get the students excited about something. That school never had something exciting happening. Except the whole stone thing.and the Chamber of Secrets.and Sirius Black. okay, I lied. That school always had something exciting happening." She laughed at her joke attempt. "Well, I best be off! Shopping for the grandkids is a hard job to do! Nice to see you again, Harry. And you too, Hermione. Ta ta!" She disappeared into the crowd.
"Good reddens." Hermione rolled her eyes and started walking again. Harry shook his head and followed.
People began rushing past them to a clearing just up ahead. "Hello! Thanks to my father, all of your children will be taught by one of the greatest new Potions Professors at Hogwarts. No need to push, people, you can all have a picture with me! All in good time, all in good time." A man, standing in the center of a crowd was having his picture taken with everyone.
Harry and Hermione walked up to the crowd and cut through to the man. They both stopped, Hermione crossed her arms, and Harry stood, looking in disgust. Their children hid behind their flowing black robes.
"Ah, it seems that something has come to my attention. I'll need a twenty minute break." The man shooed the people from him when he noticed the Potters. "Well, well, well. Do you want a picture with me too?" He smirked.
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry said.
"Well, I'm the new Potions professor at Hogwarts, as Snape has died."
"I know. I got the letter. Why? Did your father bribe Dumbledore?" Hermione said, shifting her weight to her other foot.
"No, I earned it. Snape told me to be the teacher on his death bed." Malfoy stepped closer to Hermione, looking her over. "It seems you've finally become more than a bookworm, ah Granger?"
"It's Potter now." She said through gritted teeth.
"Really? Is it because of that little incident in seventh year? Or was it just pure love?" He smirked his famous smirk. "Well, I best be off. Things to do and people to love me. Hope to see you again, not!" He turned his back and began to walk away.
"Oh, you just wait. You will be seeing a lot of us. I'm the Professor of History of Magic, and Harry is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. See you around." They turned to walk, but Malfoy stopped them.
"Excuse me? You two are professors? Ha! More time to smirk!" The three former schoolmates walked in their separate directions back into the crowd.
"Are we going to get to go to that school that every one talks about?" Lizzy shouted over the noise of the crowd.
"We'll explain it all later, right now I need to get a few things." Hermione led her daughter into a shop and gathered the few items on her list. "Harry? Can you and Junior go get a one pewter cauldron?" Harry nodded and led his son to a different store.
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"All right, I'll order a pizza, you guys sit at the table, and we'll answer any or all of your questions that we can." Hermione left to find the number.
After several hours of shopping in the busy center, the family headed home. Hermione had all of her things that she needed for being a professor except the classroom.
Harry had carried down the trunk of their wizardry things and placed it on the floor next to the table.
One by one, he pulled out the contents and explained them to his kids.
"And this, is my broomstick. The Firebolt was the fastest model when I was in school." Harry laid the broom on the table for them to examine. Hermione sat down next to Harry after cleaning up the dinner dishes, and opened her favorite book.
"Hello, old friend." She whispered as she turned the pages carefully. "Oh my gosh! Harry! We have to pack! We have to leave tomorrow! Dumbledore asked us to come immediately to prepare for classes to start next month." Hermione jumped up and started to hustle about.
"Hermione, always worrying." Harry shook his head and picked up his wand from the various items 0n the table. He twirled it in the air and orange sparks flew from it, landing all over the house. "Don't tell me you've forgotten how to pack using spells? Oh dear, it seems we have been away for too long." Harry stood and walked to his wife. He planted a soft kiss on her cheek and patted her other one. "Not to worry, I've got it all under control." Hermione smirked at him and headed upstairs to make sure the spell was working.
Harry turned back to his children, whose jaws were open so wide that the whole of Hogwarts could fit in it. "What?" Harry questioned them with a look. "Oh," he pointed to the silverware packing themselves into a never- ending bag. "That. Well, magic isn't just for cursing someone. You can do all sorts of stuff with it." Harry sat down to explain how Hogwarts worked: the letter coming when you are 11, the train, the houses, and everything else to know. He even explained why he was famous.
"Harry? Can I talk with you?" Hermione yelled from the top of the staircase. Harry left the kids to look over his things, and ran to meet Hermione at the top of the stairs.
Once he got there, Hermione threw her arms around his neck and kissed him like that first kiss in the contest with Ginny Wealsey in seventh year.
"Well," he said once they parted. "That was unexpected." Harry held her, but she leaned back to look at his face.
"I've just been wanting to do that all day, since we ran into Malfoy." Hermione kissed him again. "I'm glad that you're taking the teaching job. Then we can all stay together."
"Well, when that letter came from Dumbledore saying that Mad Eye Moody retired, I just thought I should take it."
"Did you tell the Ministry yet?" she kissed him over and over again.
"Hermione! What's wrong with you? And yes, I told the Ministry. They said that's where I belong."
"I'm sorry. I just.never mind." She let go and went back to their room to help with the packing.
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The next morning, Harry and his kids were packing the car to drive to the train station.
"Lizzy, please put the bags in the trunk, then go in and help your brother carry his down! It's too heavy for him!" the oldest of the Potter children did as she was told.
Hermione came out, holding the smallest bag there was. "Um, dear? I think you might need to bring the rest of your stuff, don't you think?"
"I put a spell.never-ending spell. It can hold everything I need." She smiled and threw it in the back seat. Lizzy and Junior came out and set down the biggest bag ever in front of the open trunk.
"Hey, Lizzy, there is Rebecca. Why don't you go say goodbye to her?" Hermione pointed to a little red head running in her front yard across the street. Lizzy and Junior ran over to say goodbye to their muggle friend.
"I'm glad we're leaving here. Living where we can actually do our magic is much more fun. Do we get an apartment in Hogwarts to live in?"
"Yes, and the kids have their own rooms, and we have our own." Hermione hooked her arms around her husband's torso and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh, right." He gave her a peck on the lips, and hugged her tightly.
"Yeah!" Lizzy's voice came floating across the street to their ears. "We're moving because my dad's a wizard and my mum's a witch!" Hermione's arms fell from around Harry.
~~To be Continued~~
A/N: okay, that was a little shorter than planned, but if I went on, it would be WAY TOO LONG. Thanks for reading and reviewing!! what do you think??? K bye, blah gurl