Harry arrived home and saw Phoenix sat with Hermione and Halo, Raven and
Harmony icing cookies.
His heart sank. How could he break it to his children that he had to work?
"Er Hermione could I talk to you...near the oven please?" asked Harry taking off his robes and throwing them onto an empty chair.
"Oh hey Harry. Of course." smiled Hermione getting up from her chair and following Harry towards the oven where the turkey was cooking.
Harry followed and watched as Phoenix laughed.
"What's wrong Harry? You seem kind of serious." asked Hermione.
"I have to go on a business trip," said Harry in a low whisper.
"What? But you promised the kids you wouldn't leave them over Christmas." hissed Hermione.
"I know. Fudge didn't give me much of a choice. So I leave this afternoon for Russia." said Harry.
"How are you going to tell them? Where are they going to stay while you're gone?" asked Hermione.
"I was wondering if you and Ron would take care of them while I'm gone? Its just Cho's away and I can't think of anyone else at such short notice," sighed Harry stirring the contents of a pan.
"Of course I will." said Hermione getting out some plates out the cupboard and putting them on the work surface.
"Well all that leaves is for me to tell them," said Harry leaning back on the wall behind him.
"Just be straight with them Harry. I'm sure they'll understand." smiled Hermione sadly.
"Thanks." said Harry.
He went over to the table and picked up Phoenix who was icing the biscuit she'd made for him.
"Hello daddy." smiled phoenix hugging him.
"Hello my little phoenix. I need to tell you something." said Harry as he walked into the lounge.
"Ron will you come and help me with the turkey?" asked Hermione from the kitchen.
Ron frowned and walked pasted Harry into the kitchen.
Harry sat down next to Owen on the sofa and put phoenix into his lap.
Owen turned off the TV. and looked up at his father.
"I have something important to tell you both," said Harry.
"What is it dad?" asked Owen.
"I'm going away on a business trip," said Harry smoothly.
"When daddy? Where are you going?" asked Phoenix holding Harry's hand.
"I'm going to Russia," said Harry hating himself for what would come next. "This afternoon."
"But daddy, you said..." said phoenix.
"I know and I'm really sorry but this business is important. If I don't we'll all die." said Harry regretfully.
Phoenix began to cry and Owen looked disgusted.
Harry hugged Phoenix and tried to calm her down but it didn't help.
"You promised us." spat Owen before he ran up to his room.
Phoenix slipped out of Harry's lap and sat in a corner sniffing and crying.
Harry looked to the doorway to the kitchen where Hermione and Ron stood.
He then left the room and went upstairs to pack a suitcase for Russia.
He felt a rat for leaving his children when he'd promised he would stay.
But Fudge was right. If he didn't he'd never see his children alive again.
He packed some suits into a suitcase as well as a few pairs of shoes and toiletries. He swallowed some aspirin for the pain from his scar.
Then a letter appeared on his bed with a parcel next to it.
Harry finished packing before closing the suitcase.
He opened the letter to read the instructions from Fudge and what he was to do about Voldemort.
Harry then opened the parcel to see another suitcase that had already been packed. Harry opened it with his wand to see plenty of woolly robes and other important things.
Harry picked up his two suitcases as well as his briefcase with his wand and walked down stairs.
He walked into the lounge and bid goodbye to Phoenix and Ron and Hermione. He then picked up his suitcase and briefcase before touching the other suitcase, which was also a port key.
His heart sank. How could he break it to his children that he had to work?
"Er Hermione could I talk to you...near the oven please?" asked Harry taking off his robes and throwing them onto an empty chair.
"Oh hey Harry. Of course." smiled Hermione getting up from her chair and following Harry towards the oven where the turkey was cooking.
Harry followed and watched as Phoenix laughed.
"What's wrong Harry? You seem kind of serious." asked Hermione.
"I have to go on a business trip," said Harry in a low whisper.
"What? But you promised the kids you wouldn't leave them over Christmas." hissed Hermione.
"I know. Fudge didn't give me much of a choice. So I leave this afternoon for Russia." said Harry.
"How are you going to tell them? Where are they going to stay while you're gone?" asked Hermione.
"I was wondering if you and Ron would take care of them while I'm gone? Its just Cho's away and I can't think of anyone else at such short notice," sighed Harry stirring the contents of a pan.
"Of course I will." said Hermione getting out some plates out the cupboard and putting them on the work surface.
"Well all that leaves is for me to tell them," said Harry leaning back on the wall behind him.
"Just be straight with them Harry. I'm sure they'll understand." smiled Hermione sadly.
"Thanks." said Harry.
He went over to the table and picked up Phoenix who was icing the biscuit she'd made for him.
"Hello daddy." smiled phoenix hugging him.
"Hello my little phoenix. I need to tell you something." said Harry as he walked into the lounge.
"Ron will you come and help me with the turkey?" asked Hermione from the kitchen.
Ron frowned and walked pasted Harry into the kitchen.
Harry sat down next to Owen on the sofa and put phoenix into his lap.
Owen turned off the TV. and looked up at his father.
"I have something important to tell you both," said Harry.
"What is it dad?" asked Owen.
"I'm going away on a business trip," said Harry smoothly.
"When daddy? Where are you going?" asked Phoenix holding Harry's hand.
"I'm going to Russia," said Harry hating himself for what would come next. "This afternoon."
"But daddy, you said..." said phoenix.
"I know and I'm really sorry but this business is important. If I don't we'll all die." said Harry regretfully.
Phoenix began to cry and Owen looked disgusted.
Harry hugged Phoenix and tried to calm her down but it didn't help.
"You promised us." spat Owen before he ran up to his room.
Phoenix slipped out of Harry's lap and sat in a corner sniffing and crying.
Harry looked to the doorway to the kitchen where Hermione and Ron stood.
He then left the room and went upstairs to pack a suitcase for Russia.
He felt a rat for leaving his children when he'd promised he would stay.
But Fudge was right. If he didn't he'd never see his children alive again.
He packed some suits into a suitcase as well as a few pairs of shoes and toiletries. He swallowed some aspirin for the pain from his scar.
Then a letter appeared on his bed with a parcel next to it.
Harry finished packing before closing the suitcase.
He opened the letter to read the instructions from Fudge and what he was to do about Voldemort.
Harry then opened the parcel to see another suitcase that had already been packed. Harry opened it with his wand to see plenty of woolly robes and other important things.
Harry picked up his two suitcases as well as his briefcase with his wand and walked down stairs.
He walked into the lounge and bid goodbye to Phoenix and Ron and Hermione. He then picked up his suitcase and briefcase before touching the other suitcase, which was also a port key.