Well, it's been an EXTREMELY long time since I've updated, more than a
year, but now that I have a new computer, things should come quicker. I'm
full of new ideas for this story, after losing all the chapters I had
already written on my old computer. Enjoy (
Rebecca's parents opened the front door and walked out with a basket of cookies. They stopped on the porch when they realized the silence around them.
Harry and Hermione were sprinting down the street towards them, leaving their belongings in the driveway behind them. Lizzy and Junior stood with big smiles on their faces until they heard footsteps behind them and they were swept off their feet into their parents' arms. Harry and Hermione sprinted back towards their house only to hear little Rebecca telling her parents that Mr. and Mrs. Potter are a witch and wizard. They ran faster.
Harry pushed Lizzy through the car door and threw the rest of the luggage in the trunk, slamming the door. Hermione didn't even strap Junior into his car seat, but set him in it and jumped into the front seat. Harry practically broke the key trying to start the engine, only to hear banging on the back windshield. He started to back up anyway, hoping they would get the message.
"Harry! STOP!" Mr. McIntire yelled, banging on the driver side window. "Just listen to me!" Harry stopped. Mr. McIntire motioned him to roll the window down while catching his breath. Mrs. McIntire was right behind him, closely followed by Rebecca.
"What? What do you want?" Harry yelled, making Junior burst into tears. Hermione reached a comforting hand back to her son, not taking her eyes off Rebecca's dad.
"I just wanted to say. . . that you don't need to worry about us saying anything." He bent closer, so he was almost in the window and whispered slightly, "Do you remember the people that were sent floating into the air at the Qudditch World Cup attack?" Harry nodded. "That was me and my family when I was little. So, obviously I know all about wizards and your world now. And the same for my wife. We understand the importance of keeping the magical world a secret. Have a safe trip." He knocked on the top of the car, signaling that all was clear and Harry put the car in reverse.
Letting out a huge sigh of relief, and Junior wiping away the last of his tears, Harry backed up the car into the street in the direction of the train station. Before they even got 100 feet out, a taxicab pulled up and stopped abruptly in their old driveway. Ron and his pregnant wife, Lavender, stepped out into the morning sunshine. Harry slammed on the brakes yet again and parked the car. He and Hermione got out to greet their friends. Hermione pulled Lavender into a warm hug.
"Congratulations!" she said, stepping back and giving Ron a hug. "I remember what the first one is like. I may have only been 17," she raised an eyebrow in Harry's direction, "but it's the best thing that's happened to me so far." She gave her friend another congratulating hug. Harry pondered that sentence for a bit, then pushed to the back of his head to be dealt with later.
"Well, you can't even tell that I'm pregnant yet. The doctor said it would take another couple of weeks for it to show. AHH! I'm so excited!" She and Hermione bounced up and down, like Ron did when he announced the news to Harry.
"Well," Harry said, like he was in a hurry. After all, he was . . . in a way, "we should sign these papers." After about 10 minutes of confusion, 5 of which were spent talking about throwing a baby shower sometime soon, the Potters handed over their house and all its furnishings to the Weasleys. And the car. As soon as they were done with it.
Ron walked Lavender inside to settle in with the few bags they had and left to take the Potters to the train station in his new car. After all, living in the muggle world required these types of things.
"Mummy! Lizzy took my sucker!" Junior wailed from the back seat. Hermione reached across the car seat to take back the sucker from her first-born. She popped into her son's mouth so forcefully, he stopped crying and burped at the same time. Lizzy broke into laughter, along with Junior. Hermione shook her head and rested it on the window.
"Ron, how much farther?" she asked up into the front seat, over the loud laughter now filling the car. She had been stuck in the back seat, making room for Harry in the passenger seat and Ron at the wheel.
"Not much!" He practically shouted, steering in and out of traffic like a maniac. Hermione made a mental note to never drive with him again. He dodge cars here and there, almost flipping as he flew around a dumpster truck. The kids were chanting "faster, faster, faster" as Ron sped around.
Pulling up to the curb at the train station, still in one piece, Hermione jumped out as fast as she could, pulling Junior with her. She exhaled, realizing that she was on solid ground again. "Ron, I might have to kill you for that."
Ron chuckled as he helped Harry with the bags from the trunk. Hermione, carrying her son and holding the hand of a very confused 7 year old, pushed through the crowd towards Platforms 9 and 10.
"Mum, you do know there's no such thing as Platform 9 7/8, right?" Lizzy said, tugging on her mother's shirt.
"9 and ¾, honey, but yes. It does exist and that's where we are going." Followed by the two muscular, extremely tall men, Hermione led her two children through the wall onto Platform 9 ¾.
Hermione settled her two kids into an empty cart towards the back of the train with the few bags she could carry while Harry chatted with former, now fellow, professors. Ron had carried their trunks onto the train and had now joined Harry talking to Professor Sprout.
"We're so glad you decided to accept that teaching job, Harry. We really needed someone who could last more than one year and who knew what they were talking about." Professor Sprout chuckled at her statement.
"I'm glad that you and the rest of the staff chose me. I was just worried about Hermione and the kids, but as long as we can all still be together, it's good for me." The train whistle blew loudly behind Harry, signaling the departure of the smaller train that was just for the professors to get to the school.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled out the window from her cart, "Harry! Honey! Get on the train! It's leaving!" Harry laughed and shook his head.
"My Hermione," he said to the professor, "Never late for anything, never on time for anything. See you at the school." He shook hands with Sprout before turning to his best friend. "Ron, it's been great. Owl me sometime and we'll for sure come back when Lavender has the baby. Congratulations, mate." Harry pulled his friend into a hug, but quickly pulled back, keeping his manly stature.
"Yes, well, we'll for sure miss you. Lots of visiting as soon as Baby Weasley comes!" Ron waved to his friend as he boarded the train as it was pulling away. Ron turned and headed back to the muggle world and to his wife.
"I told you it was a bad idea," Harry spoke softly while stroking his daughter's head. She had fallen asleep, her head in his lap, breathing deeply with the train's movements.
Hermione pulled her eyes from the rain-splattered window to look into her husband's eyes. "What?" she asked, sounding frustrated and confused. She shifted her weight, freeing her arm from under her sleeping son. "What?" she asked again, thinking Harry hadn't heard her the first time.
"It was a bad idea."
Hermione sighed heavily. "What was? It's kind of hard to talk about something when I don't even know what that something is."
"What?"
"Gosh, never mind. What was a bad idea?" Hermione brought her voice to a whisper as Junior mumbled something in his sleep, trying not to wake him.
"It was a bad idea to tell them about magic." Harry said, his voice sounded cranky and old.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed again. "Harry, you are becoming a very hard person to talk to when you don't elaborate on things. How the hell am I supposed to know what you are talking about? Why was it a bad idea? Don't you see how happy they are? How excited?" Hermione rolled her eyes in a half roll and rested her head on the wall, turning her eyes back to the window.
Harry looked hurt at her words, but only for a second before he defended himself. "Well, sorry Ms. Perfect, but just because I don't do things your way doesn't mean it's the wrong way. I meant that it was a bad idea because Lizzy went and blabbed it to some muggle girl."
"She wasn't just "some muggle girl". She was their friend. Their six-year- old friend that doesn't know right from wrong. Their six year old friend that happened to have parents who know about our world, Harry, parents that won't spill it." Anger was filling Hermione's voice at a fast rate. She wasn't about to tolerate her husband's stupidity. Again.
"Hermione!" Harry said in a shouted whisper. "We were lucky that Rebecca's parents happened to be involved with wizards-"
"And witches," she protested.
Harry sighed. "And witches. But what if it had been someone else? Some muggle that had no idea? What would we have done then?"
"Harry! Calm down! They didn't tell some muggle that had no idea. Therefore we have nothing to worry about. And besides, we'll be at Hogwarts for a year and by then they will understand that they can't tell just anybody. Trust me, Harry, it was a good idea." Hermione smiled, her anger fading, and reached across the cart to kiss her husband. Harry obliged, still angry, but didn't say anything.
To Be Continued
A/n: okay, so that was really short, but I had to get it out there. I have so many good things coming, but not until later chapters and I needed some filler chapters. Hope this will hold you for a few weeks longer!
Rebecca's parents opened the front door and walked out with a basket of cookies. They stopped on the porch when they realized the silence around them.
Harry and Hermione were sprinting down the street towards them, leaving their belongings in the driveway behind them. Lizzy and Junior stood with big smiles on their faces until they heard footsteps behind them and they were swept off their feet into their parents' arms. Harry and Hermione sprinted back towards their house only to hear little Rebecca telling her parents that Mr. and Mrs. Potter are a witch and wizard. They ran faster.
Harry pushed Lizzy through the car door and threw the rest of the luggage in the trunk, slamming the door. Hermione didn't even strap Junior into his car seat, but set him in it and jumped into the front seat. Harry practically broke the key trying to start the engine, only to hear banging on the back windshield. He started to back up anyway, hoping they would get the message.
"Harry! STOP!" Mr. McIntire yelled, banging on the driver side window. "Just listen to me!" Harry stopped. Mr. McIntire motioned him to roll the window down while catching his breath. Mrs. McIntire was right behind him, closely followed by Rebecca.
"What? What do you want?" Harry yelled, making Junior burst into tears. Hermione reached a comforting hand back to her son, not taking her eyes off Rebecca's dad.
"I just wanted to say. . . that you don't need to worry about us saying anything." He bent closer, so he was almost in the window and whispered slightly, "Do you remember the people that were sent floating into the air at the Qudditch World Cup attack?" Harry nodded. "That was me and my family when I was little. So, obviously I know all about wizards and your world now. And the same for my wife. We understand the importance of keeping the magical world a secret. Have a safe trip." He knocked on the top of the car, signaling that all was clear and Harry put the car in reverse.
Letting out a huge sigh of relief, and Junior wiping away the last of his tears, Harry backed up the car into the street in the direction of the train station. Before they even got 100 feet out, a taxicab pulled up and stopped abruptly in their old driveway. Ron and his pregnant wife, Lavender, stepped out into the morning sunshine. Harry slammed on the brakes yet again and parked the car. He and Hermione got out to greet their friends. Hermione pulled Lavender into a warm hug.
"Congratulations!" she said, stepping back and giving Ron a hug. "I remember what the first one is like. I may have only been 17," she raised an eyebrow in Harry's direction, "but it's the best thing that's happened to me so far." She gave her friend another congratulating hug. Harry pondered that sentence for a bit, then pushed to the back of his head to be dealt with later.
"Well, you can't even tell that I'm pregnant yet. The doctor said it would take another couple of weeks for it to show. AHH! I'm so excited!" She and Hermione bounced up and down, like Ron did when he announced the news to Harry.
"Well," Harry said, like he was in a hurry. After all, he was . . . in a way, "we should sign these papers." After about 10 minutes of confusion, 5 of which were spent talking about throwing a baby shower sometime soon, the Potters handed over their house and all its furnishings to the Weasleys. And the car. As soon as they were done with it.
Ron walked Lavender inside to settle in with the few bags they had and left to take the Potters to the train station in his new car. After all, living in the muggle world required these types of things.
"Mummy! Lizzy took my sucker!" Junior wailed from the back seat. Hermione reached across the car seat to take back the sucker from her first-born. She popped into her son's mouth so forcefully, he stopped crying and burped at the same time. Lizzy broke into laughter, along with Junior. Hermione shook her head and rested it on the window.
"Ron, how much farther?" she asked up into the front seat, over the loud laughter now filling the car. She had been stuck in the back seat, making room for Harry in the passenger seat and Ron at the wheel.
"Not much!" He practically shouted, steering in and out of traffic like a maniac. Hermione made a mental note to never drive with him again. He dodge cars here and there, almost flipping as he flew around a dumpster truck. The kids were chanting "faster, faster, faster" as Ron sped around.
Pulling up to the curb at the train station, still in one piece, Hermione jumped out as fast as she could, pulling Junior with her. She exhaled, realizing that she was on solid ground again. "Ron, I might have to kill you for that."
Ron chuckled as he helped Harry with the bags from the trunk. Hermione, carrying her son and holding the hand of a very confused 7 year old, pushed through the crowd towards Platforms 9 and 10.
"Mum, you do know there's no such thing as Platform 9 7/8, right?" Lizzy said, tugging on her mother's shirt.
"9 and ¾, honey, but yes. It does exist and that's where we are going." Followed by the two muscular, extremely tall men, Hermione led her two children through the wall onto Platform 9 ¾.
Hermione settled her two kids into an empty cart towards the back of the train with the few bags she could carry while Harry chatted with former, now fellow, professors. Ron had carried their trunks onto the train and had now joined Harry talking to Professor Sprout.
"We're so glad you decided to accept that teaching job, Harry. We really needed someone who could last more than one year and who knew what they were talking about." Professor Sprout chuckled at her statement.
"I'm glad that you and the rest of the staff chose me. I was just worried about Hermione and the kids, but as long as we can all still be together, it's good for me." The train whistle blew loudly behind Harry, signaling the departure of the smaller train that was just for the professors to get to the school.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled out the window from her cart, "Harry! Honey! Get on the train! It's leaving!" Harry laughed and shook his head.
"My Hermione," he said to the professor, "Never late for anything, never on time for anything. See you at the school." He shook hands with Sprout before turning to his best friend. "Ron, it's been great. Owl me sometime and we'll for sure come back when Lavender has the baby. Congratulations, mate." Harry pulled his friend into a hug, but quickly pulled back, keeping his manly stature.
"Yes, well, we'll for sure miss you. Lots of visiting as soon as Baby Weasley comes!" Ron waved to his friend as he boarded the train as it was pulling away. Ron turned and headed back to the muggle world and to his wife.
"I told you it was a bad idea," Harry spoke softly while stroking his daughter's head. She had fallen asleep, her head in his lap, breathing deeply with the train's movements.
Hermione pulled her eyes from the rain-splattered window to look into her husband's eyes. "What?" she asked, sounding frustrated and confused. She shifted her weight, freeing her arm from under her sleeping son. "What?" she asked again, thinking Harry hadn't heard her the first time.
"It was a bad idea."
Hermione sighed heavily. "What was? It's kind of hard to talk about something when I don't even know what that something is."
"What?"
"Gosh, never mind. What was a bad idea?" Hermione brought her voice to a whisper as Junior mumbled something in his sleep, trying not to wake him.
"It was a bad idea to tell them about magic." Harry said, his voice sounded cranky and old.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed again. "Harry, you are becoming a very hard person to talk to when you don't elaborate on things. How the hell am I supposed to know what you are talking about? Why was it a bad idea? Don't you see how happy they are? How excited?" Hermione rolled her eyes in a half roll and rested her head on the wall, turning her eyes back to the window.
Harry looked hurt at her words, but only for a second before he defended himself. "Well, sorry Ms. Perfect, but just because I don't do things your way doesn't mean it's the wrong way. I meant that it was a bad idea because Lizzy went and blabbed it to some muggle girl."
"She wasn't just "some muggle girl". She was their friend. Their six-year- old friend that doesn't know right from wrong. Their six year old friend that happened to have parents who know about our world, Harry, parents that won't spill it." Anger was filling Hermione's voice at a fast rate. She wasn't about to tolerate her husband's stupidity. Again.
"Hermione!" Harry said in a shouted whisper. "We were lucky that Rebecca's parents happened to be involved with wizards-"
"And witches," she protested.
Harry sighed. "And witches. But what if it had been someone else? Some muggle that had no idea? What would we have done then?"
"Harry! Calm down! They didn't tell some muggle that had no idea. Therefore we have nothing to worry about. And besides, we'll be at Hogwarts for a year and by then they will understand that they can't tell just anybody. Trust me, Harry, it was a good idea." Hermione smiled, her anger fading, and reached across the cart to kiss her husband. Harry obliged, still angry, but didn't say anything.
To Be Continued
A/n: okay, so that was really short, but I had to get it out there. I have so many good things coming, but not until later chapters and I needed some filler chapters. Hope this will hold you for a few weeks longer!