Chapter Two

Authors Notes: Thank you guys for all the nice reviews. I would like to thank hota-chan, paprika90, CharmedSpyGirl, CocoaFlavourPunk, amethyst-rose for their lovely reviews. And for those of you wondering what I am going to call the children, CharmedSpyGirl, fear not. They aren't called James and Lily, but they have weird names. A little bit of creativity on my part. Well, most of them anyway. And sorry that this chapter is so short…I just wanted to get something to you guys before I go away for the weekend…And here's the story…

After Fudge left, Draco and Hermione moved out to make contact with the children. The problem was, they didn't know exactly how to begin. 'Hi there. We're you're new parents. We know you haven't seen us in about five years but… welcome!' No, that didn't sound right. Once out into the lounge, Hermione and Draco sat down on the love seat across from the couch the five children were occupying. No one spoke for quite a while.

Draco couldn't take it anymore. "Hey kids, I'm your Uncle Draco. Two of you may remember your Aunt Hermione and me. We're going to be looking after you from now on, so…"

All five faces stared back him, petrified. Draco was getting worried. This was not turning out at all well. Maybe he should get them set up into the guest rooms. They had a big enough house. That's what good job's wages paid for. And Draco had the best. He was seeker for the English Quidditch Team. How good could it get?

Bringing his mind back to the children, he began to speak before the eldest interrupted him. "Look, I know you don't want us here as much as we don't want to be here. So can the sweet talk and show us to our rooms."

He was stunned. No one spoke to him like that and the kid only looked about ten. Where had he learned to speak like that?

Hermione looked over at Draco, to see his mouth wide. He was shocked. So was she, but she knew she had to set up boundaries. "Listen, young man, when you are in our house, living under our roof, you do not speak to us like that!"

The boy looked at her and scowled. If she weren't presently laying down the law, she would have laughed. He looked so much like a miniature Draco with that look. She was finding it hard to believe that he was Harry's son. But he was living up to his namesake.

"Listen, lady, you haven't seen us in five years. You don't have the right to tell us what to do!"

The older girl looked at her, with tears in her eyes. "Why didn't you ever come back to visit, Aunt Hermione? I missed you."

Hermione was shocked. She had honestly thought they wouldn't have remembered her, but obviously they had. Or Ginny and Harry kept bringing then up. Either way, she was feeling really bad at the moment. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I've just been really busy with my job. But you did get the presents I sent every year, right?"

The girl nodded. Everyone was left in awkward silence again. Draco was trying to remember what their names were. He knew it seemed awful, not to remember their names, but he couldn't help it. It had been five years.

"Well, lets get you settled into your rooms. We only have three spare bedrooms, so it will work as follows: Sirius and Trystan will share a room, Anne and Andrew will share," and then Hermione smiled at the other girl, "and Hypatia can have the other room."

As the eldest boy, Sirius began to complain but Draco piped up. "Now, these are just temporary until something more suitable can be arranged."

Everyone seemed to sigh in relief, especially Draco. If it hadn't been for Hermione, he wouldn't have known their names! He looked over them, one by one, trying to go over their names in his head so as to remember.

The eldest was Sirius Potter. He was ten years old and quite the little hell-raiser, living up to the name he had been given. He hated authority. Draco knew that if he could find some common ground, they would get on really well.

The second eldest was Hypatia Potter, a quiet little nine-year-old girl. She looked exactly like Harry, green eyes, messy brown hair and glasses. He was so surprised that she looked like Harry; he didn't notice her shiver and shy away from his eyes.

The third eldest was Trystan Potter, who was a dead ringer for Ron Weasley, apart from his green eyes. He hoped that he wasn't personality wise either, but by just looking at him, one couldn't really tell. He shook his head. He hoped this didn't go as bad as he thought it would.

The lucky last were Anne and Andrew Potter, identical three-year-old twins. They gave him the most innocent look they could muster. Draco shuddered, because he knew that these kids were going to be exactly like their uncles, Fred and George Weasley. 'Oh God!' Draco thought. 'What have I gotten myself into?'