The Truth is Told
Chapter Two: Realism
By Northstar, Shimmersea, and Lady Silver Dragon
Shimmersea: I am starting out this chapter.
Lady Silver D: Yup, Northstar is reading a HP fanfic.
Shimmersea: It is most likely about Snape being Harry's Dad.
Lady Silver D: If you ask me, that is gross, evil, demented, weird, wired, crazed, stupid, hullabaloo, inconvenient, reviewer seeking, grammar-less, poodoo sucking, and transparently evil stuff.
Shimmersea: Then I'm glad nobody asked.
Northstar: Aww. So kawaii!! ^_^
Lady Silver D: Whatcha reading? *Reads a bit* I like. *Pulls up a chair, sits down*
Shimmersea: Well, I guess I'll kick it off then.
*About two years after the birth of Hannah and Harvey*
***
"NO!!" Hermione screamed, holding Harvey close. "Hannah! You don't want to do this!!"
"You killed him!!!" Hannah screamed, or at least the older version of her. "Dad was just trying to help! But you- No, you were totally incompatible!! That's why he's DEAD now!! He asked you for help! I HATE you!!"
"Hannah, please!!" Harvey begged of her. "I'm your brother!!"
"NOT ANYMORE!!" Hannah declared maliciously, pointing her wand.
***
"NO!!" Hermione screamed, sitting straight up in bed. Harry groaned, but got up.
"What's wrong, Honey?" He murmured, rubbing his eyes.
Hermione's breaths were jagged and rough, but the reality flooded back to her.
"Just a dream, just a nightmare." she whispered through her tears, and buried her face in Harry's nightshirt. Harry rubbed her back soothingly.
"Honey, what happened?" He asked when she had calmed down.
"It was. A horrible dream." Hermione whispered, snuggling against her husband, grateful of him being there, and not being with the twins. Since they had turned two, they usually slept peacefully through the night, so she could have some, 'Alone time' with her hubbie.
"What about?" He asked, stroking her bed-raggled hair, in a comforting gesture.
"Hannah, me, and Harvey," Hermione whispered, looking at her husband with big, brown eyes.
"Where was I?" He asked, somewhat confused.
"Hannah said. That I killed you!!!" Hermione cried, again sobbing into her husband, holding his shirt in both hands. Once she had re-gathered herself, she went on to say how Hannah was about to curse them when the dream ended.
"It was so real, Harry. I couldn't lose you." She said, voice muted in his shirt.
"I think we should go talk to Dumbledore. You may not have liked Divination- " Harry began, and Hermione gave him a glare. "But dreams do count. Anyways, I figured out I should propose by Divination." Hermione smiled, remembering that cold Valentine's when he had proposed.
"Okay, that's a good idea," Hermione said, sitting up. She wrapped her arms around her husbands' neck, and kissed him, pressing her body to his. "I am so glad the twins are out of the 'wake up at midnight and scream' stage," she murmured, letting her hands go through his unruly hair.
"Me too." Harry said, smiling.
And then...
A twin cried.
Harry removed himself from Hermione's arms, and kissing her on the cheek, went to check on the twins. Hermione made a face, before getting back into bed.
***
Hannah giggled, and clung to her Daddy's hair, as she was riding on his shoulders. She giggled happily, and Harvey gave her an accusing glare from where he stood, holding Hermione's hand. The looming castle known as Hogwarts stood in front of them. Hannah cheered happily.
She wore a green dress, with her already long hair done in a small braid at the back. One strange, blonde strand of fair framed the left side of her cute little face, and her green eyes already sparkled at undone mischief. Hermione had fussed all morning, trying to get Harry to put sun lotion on the little girl's pale skin, but Harry said simply, "I don't burn, so I'm betting neither does she."
Hannah had a strange birthmark on the back of her right hand, a lightning shape similar to her Dads, but a cloud shape by it. The doctors hadn't been able to explain this mark, ("Duh, they're muggles!!" Harry had said rudely.) but so far, neither had any of their wizard (Or witch) friends.
Harvey, however, was a younger, male version of his Mum. He had sandy blonde-brown hair, and brown eyes. He was pouty because Hermione had dressed him in overalls, the type of pants he hated most. It was a Tigger theme; Tigger on the ankles, pockets, and even shirts. He had said, 'Stupid' when he had seen it, and usually had a fit when it was forced on him.
He had peach skin, unlike Hannah's cream-colored skin, and he was not too pleased about seeing his sister getting all of her father's attention. Hermione rarely ever held Hannah anymore, her dream had left lasting impacts on her. And the fact it was Hannah crying, which made Harry get up and RUIN their sensual moment hadn't helped in the least bit.
"Come on, Harvey!" Harry said cheerfully, as Hannah grabbed his glasses, and put them on herself. He scooped up Harvey just as he moved Hannah a smidge, giving them each their own shoulder to sit on. Hannah cheered again, and this time Harvey joined in.
"DUMBLY-DORE, DUMBLY-DORE, DUMBLY-DORE!!!" They sang together. Harry snickered at the way they pronounced his old Headmasters name.
Hermione gave him a sharp look, and began to try and correct them.
"No, no, no, Harvey! Dumbledore, not Dumblydore!" They stopped singing, and both looked at each other.
"Dumbledore?" Hannah said, looking confused.
"Good, Hannah!!" Harry exclaimed, bouncing the shoulder she was on, making her erupt into giggles. Harvey, though, looked confused.
"Dumblydore?" He repeated.
"No, hunny! DUM BULL DOOR." Hermione said, breaking down the sounds.
"Dum. Bull. Door?" Harvey asked. "Dumbledore?"
"Good job, Harvey!!" Harry said, now bouncing his shoulder. The twins began singing again.
"DUMBLEDORE, DUMBLEDORE, DUMBLEDORE!!!" They sang. Hannah always said Dumbledore correctly, but Harvey sometimes said Dumblydore. They continued loudly while they made it to the office.
"Strawberry Gin!" Harry said, and the Gargoyle moved.
"WAWBERRY GIN!!!" Hannah and Harvey repeated, again and again, while climbing up the stairs, with mixed Dumbledore's in between. Harry got them down, and they both expressed their feelings by saying, "Oh." very sadly, and climbing up, and going in the door which Hermione held open.
"Well!" Dumbledore said, as Hannah raced up to him and gave him a hug, "What is this all about?"
"Well, Professor," Hermione began, and Harry snickered.
"Herm, we graduated. We can call him Dumbledore, or even Albus now," he whispered in her ear. She blushed slightly, but regained her hampered composure, and smiled at Dumbledore, and elbowed Harry.
"Albus," she said, correcting herself, and glaring at Harry, "I had this horrific dream, about Hannah killing me and Harvey!" She said, picking up Harvey, much to his disgust. "It was just horrible. And I've also noticed how she likes Harry's attention more than mine, and how she seems to cry every time Harry and I get. Intimate." Hermione finished, blushing.
"Well, Hannah is still a child." Dumbledore said, watching as Hannah jumped off him to go play with Fawkes. "She may be showing signs of wanting more attention. As for the dream, I think you should probably go to Sibyll-"
Harry snorted, and Hermione clenched her teeth.
"Trelawney? That old bat, predicted my death everyday!" Harry said, before laughing. Hannah heard her Dad's laughter and began to giggle along with him.
"See!" Hermione said, nodding over a Hannah. "She coughs, sneezes, burbs, even tries to LAUGH when he does." Harry stopped laughing, and glared at his wife.
"Herm, that isn't my fault." He said, eyes narrowing. Hannah looked at the tension between her parents, and came up to Harry, again singing to familiar, "DUMBLYDORE, DUMBLYDORE, DUMBLYDORE!!!" Dumbledore laughed heartily at this, Hermione looked at the wall instead of her husband, and Harry glared at his wife.
When he came back to his senses, Dumbledore wiped his eyes, chuckling silently. Harry picked up Hannah, and Hannah snuggled her head into the crane of his neck.
"All I can say about the dream is that there might be tension between you two when Hannah is older. But you must do your best to defeat the wall she puts up."
Hermione looked outraged.
"So I let her do anything she wants? That isn't fair to Harvey!" Hermione yelled, and Harvey squirmed, trying to go play with Molly, Dumbledore's fat old cat.
"No! Just respect her and what means most to her!" Dumbledore said. "Well, I'm afraid that is all the knowledge I can bestow upon you. I bid you goodbye."
"Bye, Albus." Harry said, standing up, taking Hannah with him. She yawned loudly, and snuggled deeper into her dad. Hermione jerked up, almost dropping Harvey on the way, which Harvey did not appreciate.
"Dumbledore," she said stiffly, nodding in his direction, before pushing in front of her husband and down the stairs. Harry shrugged, waved Hannah's hand at Dumbledore, before following.
***
"Hermione, it's not my fault that Hannah tends to come to me more than you!" Harry began, racing after his wife, who was walking so fast, that little Harvey had to run with all his strength and speed to keep up.
"SHE IS TEARING US APART!!!" Hermione yelled, giving him a sharp glare from over her shoulder, before jerking it back to in front of her.
"Herm! You are just angry!" Harry said, running after her.
"Harvey tired!!" Harvey complained to his mother.
Hermione stopped abruptly, and Harvey sighed. Harry caught up, and stood there, panting too. Hermione gave him an icy glare.
"Let me hold Hannah." She said stiffly. Harry, glad she was no longer tearing around the halls, removed the dead asleep Hannah from around his neck, holding her out for Hermione to take.
Dropping Harvey's hand, she took Hannah, who adjusted by snuggling into her mother. Hermione began to rock her.
"Hannah, honey, I'm sorry. Momma was scared, that's all." She whispered into Hannah's hair.
"Momma," Hannah whispered, rubbing her face deeper into Hermione's neck. Hermione just stood there, in the almost empty hall, crying, and rocking her baby girl.
***
Hermione snuggled even closer to her husband, and he, though being half asleep, rubbed her back.
She was disappointed, almost angry with herself, for the almost fight they had gotten into.
She traced his scar, the imprint stamped on his forehead, and kissed in gingerly, brushing away some messy black hair.
"I'm glad you are the boy that lived," she whispered to her sleeping husband. "Because I don't know what I'd do without you."
Closing her eyes, she leaned against his chest, pressing her body against his own for support, warmth, and comfort.
"I love you, Harry Potter," She said, as sleep began to wash over her, "And all the trouble that comes with you." she said, smiling at her own joke, digging her face into his shirt.
Fin. *
Northstar: I finished it!! (YEAH!!)
Lady Silver D: It was good.
Shimmersea: *Yawns* Well, while you guys were reading, I finished a whole chapter.
Lady Silver D: Poor Shimmy. *Giggles*
Shimmersea: I did it AWL by myself. You guys are mean, leaving me to do this awl alone!
Northstar: There are three things I want to say; One, next chapter is about Hannah, Maya, Harvey, and Leo when they are 12; Two, Read and Review * "ONLY IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT!!!," yells LSD forcefully*, and Shimmersea will kiss you *Listens as Shimmer falls asleep* Uh, when she wakes up, and three: THIS IS MY-
Shimmersea and LSD: (Shimmersea wakes up with a jolt) DON'T SAY IT!!!!
Northstar: MY IDEA!!!! *Shimmersea and LSD faint* ^_^ See you on chapter two! Bye! (Blows a kiss) Now, how to wake these two up.
By Northstar, Shimmersea, and Lady Silver Dragon
Shimmersea: I am starting out this chapter.
Lady Silver D: Yup, Northstar is reading a HP fanfic.
Shimmersea: It is most likely about Snape being Harry's Dad.
Lady Silver D: If you ask me, that is gross, evil, demented, weird, wired, crazed, stupid, hullabaloo, inconvenient, reviewer seeking, grammar-less, poodoo sucking, and transparently evil stuff.
Shimmersea: Then I'm glad nobody asked.
Northstar: Aww. So kawaii!! ^_^
Lady Silver D: Whatcha reading? *Reads a bit* I like. *Pulls up a chair, sits down*
Shimmersea: Well, I guess I'll kick it off then.
*About two years after the birth of Hannah and Harvey*
***
"NO!!" Hermione screamed, holding Harvey close. "Hannah! You don't want to do this!!"
"You killed him!!!" Hannah screamed, or at least the older version of her. "Dad was just trying to help! But you- No, you were totally incompatible!! That's why he's DEAD now!! He asked you for help! I HATE you!!"
"Hannah, please!!" Harvey begged of her. "I'm your brother!!"
"NOT ANYMORE!!" Hannah declared maliciously, pointing her wand.
***
"NO!!" Hermione screamed, sitting straight up in bed. Harry groaned, but got up.
"What's wrong, Honey?" He murmured, rubbing his eyes.
Hermione's breaths were jagged and rough, but the reality flooded back to her.
"Just a dream, just a nightmare." she whispered through her tears, and buried her face in Harry's nightshirt. Harry rubbed her back soothingly.
"Honey, what happened?" He asked when she had calmed down.
"It was. A horrible dream." Hermione whispered, snuggling against her husband, grateful of him being there, and not being with the twins. Since they had turned two, they usually slept peacefully through the night, so she could have some, 'Alone time' with her hubbie.
"What about?" He asked, stroking her bed-raggled hair, in a comforting gesture.
"Hannah, me, and Harvey," Hermione whispered, looking at her husband with big, brown eyes.
"Where was I?" He asked, somewhat confused.
"Hannah said. That I killed you!!!" Hermione cried, again sobbing into her husband, holding his shirt in both hands. Once she had re-gathered herself, she went on to say how Hannah was about to curse them when the dream ended.
"It was so real, Harry. I couldn't lose you." She said, voice muted in his shirt.
"I think we should go talk to Dumbledore. You may not have liked Divination- " Harry began, and Hermione gave him a glare. "But dreams do count. Anyways, I figured out I should propose by Divination." Hermione smiled, remembering that cold Valentine's when he had proposed.
"Okay, that's a good idea," Hermione said, sitting up. She wrapped her arms around her husbands' neck, and kissed him, pressing her body to his. "I am so glad the twins are out of the 'wake up at midnight and scream' stage," she murmured, letting her hands go through his unruly hair.
"Me too." Harry said, smiling.
And then...
A twin cried.
Harry removed himself from Hermione's arms, and kissing her on the cheek, went to check on the twins. Hermione made a face, before getting back into bed.
***
Hannah giggled, and clung to her Daddy's hair, as she was riding on his shoulders. She giggled happily, and Harvey gave her an accusing glare from where he stood, holding Hermione's hand. The looming castle known as Hogwarts stood in front of them. Hannah cheered happily.
She wore a green dress, with her already long hair done in a small braid at the back. One strange, blonde strand of fair framed the left side of her cute little face, and her green eyes already sparkled at undone mischief. Hermione had fussed all morning, trying to get Harry to put sun lotion on the little girl's pale skin, but Harry said simply, "I don't burn, so I'm betting neither does she."
Hannah had a strange birthmark on the back of her right hand, a lightning shape similar to her Dads, but a cloud shape by it. The doctors hadn't been able to explain this mark, ("Duh, they're muggles!!" Harry had said rudely.) but so far, neither had any of their wizard (Or witch) friends.
Harvey, however, was a younger, male version of his Mum. He had sandy blonde-brown hair, and brown eyes. He was pouty because Hermione had dressed him in overalls, the type of pants he hated most. It was a Tigger theme; Tigger on the ankles, pockets, and even shirts. He had said, 'Stupid' when he had seen it, and usually had a fit when it was forced on him.
He had peach skin, unlike Hannah's cream-colored skin, and he was not too pleased about seeing his sister getting all of her father's attention. Hermione rarely ever held Hannah anymore, her dream had left lasting impacts on her. And the fact it was Hannah crying, which made Harry get up and RUIN their sensual moment hadn't helped in the least bit.
"Come on, Harvey!" Harry said cheerfully, as Hannah grabbed his glasses, and put them on herself. He scooped up Harvey just as he moved Hannah a smidge, giving them each their own shoulder to sit on. Hannah cheered again, and this time Harvey joined in.
"DUMBLY-DORE, DUMBLY-DORE, DUMBLY-DORE!!!" They sang together. Harry snickered at the way they pronounced his old Headmasters name.
Hermione gave him a sharp look, and began to try and correct them.
"No, no, no, Harvey! Dumbledore, not Dumblydore!" They stopped singing, and both looked at each other.
"Dumbledore?" Hannah said, looking confused.
"Good, Hannah!!" Harry exclaimed, bouncing the shoulder she was on, making her erupt into giggles. Harvey, though, looked confused.
"Dumblydore?" He repeated.
"No, hunny! DUM BULL DOOR." Hermione said, breaking down the sounds.
"Dum. Bull. Door?" Harvey asked. "Dumbledore?"
"Good job, Harvey!!" Harry said, now bouncing his shoulder. The twins began singing again.
"DUMBLEDORE, DUMBLEDORE, DUMBLEDORE!!!" They sang. Hannah always said Dumbledore correctly, but Harvey sometimes said Dumblydore. They continued loudly while they made it to the office.
"Strawberry Gin!" Harry said, and the Gargoyle moved.
"WAWBERRY GIN!!!" Hannah and Harvey repeated, again and again, while climbing up the stairs, with mixed Dumbledore's in between. Harry got them down, and they both expressed their feelings by saying, "Oh." very sadly, and climbing up, and going in the door which Hermione held open.
"Well!" Dumbledore said, as Hannah raced up to him and gave him a hug, "What is this all about?"
"Well, Professor," Hermione began, and Harry snickered.
"Herm, we graduated. We can call him Dumbledore, or even Albus now," he whispered in her ear. She blushed slightly, but regained her hampered composure, and smiled at Dumbledore, and elbowed Harry.
"Albus," she said, correcting herself, and glaring at Harry, "I had this horrific dream, about Hannah killing me and Harvey!" She said, picking up Harvey, much to his disgust. "It was just horrible. And I've also noticed how she likes Harry's attention more than mine, and how she seems to cry every time Harry and I get. Intimate." Hermione finished, blushing.
"Well, Hannah is still a child." Dumbledore said, watching as Hannah jumped off him to go play with Fawkes. "She may be showing signs of wanting more attention. As for the dream, I think you should probably go to Sibyll-"
Harry snorted, and Hermione clenched her teeth.
"Trelawney? That old bat, predicted my death everyday!" Harry said, before laughing. Hannah heard her Dad's laughter and began to giggle along with him.
"See!" Hermione said, nodding over a Hannah. "She coughs, sneezes, burbs, even tries to LAUGH when he does." Harry stopped laughing, and glared at his wife.
"Herm, that isn't my fault." He said, eyes narrowing. Hannah looked at the tension between her parents, and came up to Harry, again singing to familiar, "DUMBLYDORE, DUMBLYDORE, DUMBLYDORE!!!" Dumbledore laughed heartily at this, Hermione looked at the wall instead of her husband, and Harry glared at his wife.
When he came back to his senses, Dumbledore wiped his eyes, chuckling silently. Harry picked up Hannah, and Hannah snuggled her head into the crane of his neck.
"All I can say about the dream is that there might be tension between you two when Hannah is older. But you must do your best to defeat the wall she puts up."
Hermione looked outraged.
"So I let her do anything she wants? That isn't fair to Harvey!" Hermione yelled, and Harvey squirmed, trying to go play with Molly, Dumbledore's fat old cat.
"No! Just respect her and what means most to her!" Dumbledore said. "Well, I'm afraid that is all the knowledge I can bestow upon you. I bid you goodbye."
"Bye, Albus." Harry said, standing up, taking Hannah with him. She yawned loudly, and snuggled deeper into her dad. Hermione jerked up, almost dropping Harvey on the way, which Harvey did not appreciate.
"Dumbledore," she said stiffly, nodding in his direction, before pushing in front of her husband and down the stairs. Harry shrugged, waved Hannah's hand at Dumbledore, before following.
***
"Hermione, it's not my fault that Hannah tends to come to me more than you!" Harry began, racing after his wife, who was walking so fast, that little Harvey had to run with all his strength and speed to keep up.
"SHE IS TEARING US APART!!!" Hermione yelled, giving him a sharp glare from over her shoulder, before jerking it back to in front of her.
"Herm! You are just angry!" Harry said, running after her.
"Harvey tired!!" Harvey complained to his mother.
Hermione stopped abruptly, and Harvey sighed. Harry caught up, and stood there, panting too. Hermione gave him an icy glare.
"Let me hold Hannah." She said stiffly. Harry, glad she was no longer tearing around the halls, removed the dead asleep Hannah from around his neck, holding her out for Hermione to take.
Dropping Harvey's hand, she took Hannah, who adjusted by snuggling into her mother. Hermione began to rock her.
"Hannah, honey, I'm sorry. Momma was scared, that's all." She whispered into Hannah's hair.
"Momma," Hannah whispered, rubbing her face deeper into Hermione's neck. Hermione just stood there, in the almost empty hall, crying, and rocking her baby girl.
***
Hermione snuggled even closer to her husband, and he, though being half asleep, rubbed her back.
She was disappointed, almost angry with herself, for the almost fight they had gotten into.
She traced his scar, the imprint stamped on his forehead, and kissed in gingerly, brushing away some messy black hair.
"I'm glad you are the boy that lived," she whispered to her sleeping husband. "Because I don't know what I'd do without you."
Closing her eyes, she leaned against his chest, pressing her body against his own for support, warmth, and comfort.
"I love you, Harry Potter," She said, as sleep began to wash over her, "And all the trouble that comes with you." she said, smiling at her own joke, digging her face into his shirt.
Fin. *
Northstar: I finished it!! (YEAH!!)
Lady Silver D: It was good.
Shimmersea: *Yawns* Well, while you guys were reading, I finished a whole chapter.
Lady Silver D: Poor Shimmy. *Giggles*
Shimmersea: I did it AWL by myself. You guys are mean, leaving me to do this awl alone!
Northstar: There are three things I want to say; One, next chapter is about Hannah, Maya, Harvey, and Leo when they are 12; Two, Read and Review * "ONLY IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT!!!," yells LSD forcefully*, and Shimmersea will kiss you *Listens as Shimmer falls asleep* Uh, when she wakes up, and three: THIS IS MY-
Shimmersea and LSD: (Shimmersea wakes up with a jolt) DON'T SAY IT!!!!
Northstar: MY IDEA!!!! *Shimmersea and LSD faint* ^_^ See you on chapter two! Bye! (Blows a kiss) Now, how to wake these two up.