Chapter One: All Grown Up
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Reagan sat in her last exam, staring at the clock on the wall. Her last week of finals of her college education was over, well almost. She still had thirteen minutes left. She sat with the other students in her class, all staring at the front of the room. Their final was to sit through an entire class, without doing any magic, no talking, they could write if they wanted to, but Reagan's hand hurt from her previous exams that she didn't want t move.
Someone in the back coughed, and their professor looked up from his desk.
"No noise!" he exclaimed and made a mark on the chalkboard behind him. There were many other marks, as he made one each time there was a noise in the room. Reagan rolled her eyes. Professor June was a hard case. He had stern features, and a pointed nose that didn't hold his square glasses on his face very well. He was young, but definitely older than they all were.
The hands on the clock moved slowly, slow enough that Reagan was convinced that he had bewitched it. She checked her watch and was disappointed to see that both timepieces were working fine.
So she settled back in her chair to wait the last ten minutes of her college career.
Reagan was glad when Allison Potter had written to her during her sixth year at Hogwarts, suggesting that she come to America to further her magical education. In Britain it wasn't common for students to continue with school after they finished at Hogwarts. Her Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron had gone to a Magical University for a year, and that was all the training that they needed.
But Reagan wanted to do something that required more training, more learning. And she was Reagan Potter, she could do whatever she wanted to. She told her parents that she wanted to go to school in America after she finished at Hogwarts and they reluctantly agreed.
So a few months after her last day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she packed up a few things that she could not live without, mostly pictures and mementoes, and said goodbye to her parents at the Kings Cross Distance Jumper Station.
Her first days at Stanford University of Magic were incredible. No one knew who she was, no one knew who her father was. No one knew she had offers from four professional Quidditch teams to start for them, no one knew her brother was a professional Quidditch player. No one knew she was a very powerful witch, no one expected her to do well or rolled their eyes when she answered a question correctly. She didn't feel obligated to answer all the questions, or do her homework early, or spend extra time ready on things she wasn't studying because it was interesting. And no one knew that her best friend had died when she was fifteen.
An image flashed before Reagan's eyes and she looked down quickly. Josie's death still brought tears to her eyes, if she allowed it to. The years after her death were hard. Going back to Hogwarts was hard. Seeing Cal was hard. It got better, but there was not a day that went by that Reagan didn't think about it. For the first few months of her fifth year she avoided the staircase where Josie had fallen, convinced that the blood will still be there.
She did have outlets for her frustration and pain. Her Quidditch skills improved, if that was at all possible, she was at a professional level when she was thirteen. She and Cal became closer, but Cal was never the same either. He was heartbroken, maybe even more than Reagan was because he felt a bit differently about Josie than Reagan did.
Reagan's love life suffered a bit. She had Trevor, but he was always her substitution for a boyfriend, never actually her boyfriend. She always enjoyed kissing him, and cuddling with him, and she knew she cared for him, but in the end she was afraid to love him.
She never even told him that she was leaving England. After he left Hogwarts, he started his medi-wizard training during the summer, and began working at St. Mungo's the same time she went back to school. She hardly saw him that summer, and they kept in touch through letters during the year, but it wasn't the same as having him there with her.
She was Head Girl her seventh year, and captain of the Quidditch team. She left Hogwarts with honors in just about everything. The summer after her seventh year was hard, especially around Trevor. She didn't know how to tell him she was leaving, and put it off and put it off until the day she left. She wrote him an owl that simply said, "Please know that underneath everything I do, you matter most. Please don't be mad for what I am about to do. I just need time away, from everything."
She never got a response back.
"Miss Potter!" Professor June cried and she snapped out of her thoughts. The room was empty and Professor June was standing by the door with a stack of papers under his arms. "Are you planning on sleeping in the classroom?"
"Sorry, Professor," Reagan replied, getting up. "Have a nice summer."
"Indeed," he said as she passed him.
Reagan hurried out of the building, and made towards her apartment she shared with her cousin, Allison Potter. Ali was related to her on her father's side, and they had met when they were both eleven. Reagan had traveled to America with her family to meet the American Potters that her father had learned about only weeks prior to their trip.
"Did you fall asleep in June's again?" Ali asked as Reagan came into apartment.
"Not exactly," she replied, dropping her bag. "How'd you know?"
"Because you're always late when you fall asleep in his class," Ali replied.
"I wasn't sleeping," Reagan said. "I was just thinking."
"Ah," Ali said. "Thinking, sleeping, same thing. Either way you were oblivious to the rest of the class leaving, correct?"
"Yes," Reagan admitted. "How was your last final?"
"Same as all the others," Ali said, looking back at her book. "You've had an owl, its on the counter."
"Dad," Reagan said and picked up the folded parchment.
"Its still creepy when you do that, you know," Ali said.
"I can't help it," Reagan replied, reading the letter. "Why is he writing me with the same information he sent me yesterday and the day before?"
"Maybe he nervous," Ali said. "You haven't been home in four years, Reagan."
"True," she replied and refolded the note. "Are you packed?"
"Yup," Ali said. "Dad's coming tomorrow to get this-" (she patted the couch she was sitting on) "- and we're going to zap all my boxes to the house. You?"
"Same, but I'm shrinking most of my stuff," Reagan said. "I'm going to take a nap."
Ali nodded and continued in her book. Reagan made her way to her room in the back of the apartment and sat down on the bed. The few bits of furniture she owned, her dresser, desk, chair and bed, she was going to shrink and pack with all her other stuff. Most of her stuff was packed. All her pictures, all her clothes, books, papers and notes, she was bringing everything back with her.
She was a bit nervous to go home. Would it be weird? She had picked up some of the American slang, "zap" for instance, was an easy way of saying Apparate of Disapparate. She was excited to see everyone. Both James and Darenn had gotten married while she was still in school, so she hadn't missed anyone's wedding, but both of her brothers were now fathers and she did miss the births of her nephews and niece.
Reagan sighed and fell back onto her pillow. She had needed to get away, to find herself and be on her own. Her parents paid for her tuition, but she paid her own rent. She held down a part time job while attending full time classes for two majors. It would be weird to not be in class, but it was just the next step for her.
Before she knew it, she had dozed off, and thats how Ali found her when she came in, wanting to know if she was hungry or not.
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Ever since her first trip on a Distance Jumper, she had always enjoyed them. She had finally gone to a Muggle amusement park with Ali and another cousin, Ryan Potter, and she found the sensations she felt on roller coaster to be the same as Apparating, traveling by Floo Powder and Distance Jumpers.
"Welcome to Britain," the Jumper attendant said and Reagan followed the other passengers out of the Jumper. She stepped out of the goo and made her way past security, and saw her father's aged face beaming at her.
"Hi Dad," she said grinning, and put her arms around him.
"Hi Reagan," he replied and hugged her back. "Welcome back."
"Thanks Dad," Reagan sighed. "You don't look any different."
Harry laughed. "Liar. Those monsters I have for grandchildren have added more lines to my face and more gray hairs on my head."
"Darenn and James claim they are perfect angels," Reagan said, and they began to walk towards the door, Harry carrying her trunk.
"Monsters, angels, they're all the same after a while," Harry said. "They start out sweet, cute and quiet as babies, and then they start to walk and want to ride with Grandpa Harry on the broom."
"Well, they can ride with Auntie Reagan now," Reagan said.
"Yes they can," he replied. "Over and over and over and over and over and over till you've had enough and they want to keep going."
"Are you that old, Dad?" Reagan asked.
"Yes, I am," he laughed.
"Dad where are going?" she asked.
"The Floo... Oh wait, I forgot you can Apparate now," her father admitted.
"Twenty two, Dad," Reagan said. "I've been able to Apparate for five years now."
"I know," he replied. "The past four just seem like they didn't happen is all."
"I know what you mean," Reagan replied. "But they did. And I am a fully qualified, fully trained and fully educated witch now, Dad. I could hex you with something you've never heard of and I wouldn't get caught because they couldn't trace it back to my wand."
"Really?" Harry asked, a bit interested. "They taught you that?"
"No, they taught us how to make up spells like that," Reagan replied. "I wouldn't hex you, Dad. The point is I'm a grown up, and have been for four years."
"Point taken," Harry said. "After you then."
"Has home changed at all?" Reagan asked. "I don't want to zap over and run into anything."
"Different wards is all," Harry said. "Best to, um, zap onto the lawn."
Reagan giggled. "Sorry, American slang I picked up."
"I bet there are a few things you picked up," Harry said to her. "Are you going to zap away or not?"
"I will if you don't use 'zap' ever again."
"Deal," he said.
Reagan nodded and with a soft POP! she disappeared from the train station and appeared on the lawn of her house.
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Her room hadn't changed at all. It had been cleaned many times since she left, but Reagan had expected that. Everything was in its place, with the exception of her bed, she had taken that with her to America. She lifted Vira's cage onto her desk, and laid her cloak across the back of her chair.
"Here is your trunk, dear," her father said, carrying her trunk into the room. "Is this all you have?"
"I shrunk most things," Reagan replied. "I'm not going to unpack all that much, just what I need. I think I'll start to look for a place of my own tomorrow."
The look on her father's face was a bit hurt, but he nodded. She crossed the room and put her arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Dad, if you had just returned from college, after living in your own place for four years, would you want to stay in your parent's house for very long?"
"Well actually-"
"Okay, stay at Mum's parent's house?"
"Probably not," Harry admitted. "We've just missed you, Reagan. We don't want to loose you again."
"You not loosing me, and you didn't loose me before," she replied and let him go. "I'll be in the same country now, just closer to work is all. James and Darenn live away from home."
"They're both married and have children."
"Would you like me to be married and have children?" she asked.
He smiled at her. "Reagan I want you to do whatever it takes to make you happy."
"Honestly?"
"Of course," he replied. They both grinned at each other and felt the floor beneath them shake a bit.
"Did we...?"
"No, that wasn't us, thats Darenn and James, with their monsters," Harry replied. "Come on, they'll want to see how grown up with ickle sister is."
Reagan sighed and followed her father down the stairs.
"Reagan!" James cried and crossed the room, taking her in a tight embrace.
"Hi James," she said, hugging her brother back. He stepped back and his eyes got big.
"Darenn!" he called. "Come look, Reagan's all grown up!"
"I'm not going to believe it till I see it!" Darenn's voice came from down the hall. As he stepped into view, his eyes got big too.
"When did you grow up?" Darenn teased, hugging his sister.
"Apparently about the same time you did," Reagan replied. "I want to see these nephews and niece of mine."
"Come on then," James said and they walked back down the hall into the living room. Three young children were jumping up and down at Harry's feet, and he was holding a broom high over his head.
"Dad quit teasing them," James said. "Bradden come here."
A little dark haired boy turned and looked at his father, and pointed to the broom in his grandfather's hands.
"Boom, boom!!" he cried.
"Come here," James repeated and Bradden came towards his father. James bent down to his son's level and picked him up.
"Brad, I want you to meet your Auntie Reagan," James said.
"Hi Brad," Reagan said to him.
Brad smiled and cried, "Boom boom!!" He frantically pointed to the broom Harry was holding.
"Brad how old are you?" James asked.
"Boom!" the little boy pleaded.
"Tell Auntie Reagan how old you are and maybe she'll take you up on her broom," James said.
"I tooooo," Brad said seriously and nodded, showing her two of his fingers.
"You're two?" Reagan asked. "You're quite a big boy then?"
Brad nodded and pointed to himself and then at the broom. "Boom boom boom!!"
"Brad who's that?" James asked, pointing to Darenn.
"Boom!" Brad cried pointing at Darenn and wiggled even more. "Boom boom!!"
Reagan laughed. "This family has something with being addicted to flying."
"Its genetic," Harry said, picking up the little girl at his feet. "Well, Miss Bianca, do you want the broom too?"
The little girl had bright red hair, and green eyes and had a pacifier in her mouth. But she squealed and reached for the broom all the same.
"This is Bianca," Darenn said to Reagan, taking his daughter from his father. "And this," he motioned for the last little boy to come to him, "is David."
"Hi David," Reagan said, bending down to his level.
"Fly on bwoom?" David asked.
"Maybe later," Darenn said. "You've already been flying today."
"Bwoon, Daddy, bwoom!" David whined.
"Can you be good in London?" Darenn asked and David nodded. "Then we'll go back up on the broom again later. Is that fair?"
David nodded and folded his arms.
"We've got to get going," Darenn said to Reagan. "We just stopped by for a moment because we couldn't wait to see you."
"Boom boom?!" Brad cried at Reagan.
"Maybe later," James said to his son. "We're coming back later."
"We'll go fly on the broom later," Reagan said to her nephew and he smiled.
"Boom boom!"
"Yes we know," James said. "Well, Reagan, we're off also. We've got to meet Erika in Diagon Alley."
"Tell her I said hello," Reagan said.
"I will," James replied and kissed his sister's cheek. "You'll see her later though, for diner."
"That will be nice," Reagan said.
"Give Auntie Reagan a kiss," James said to his son and Brad leaned forward, his little lips puckered, and planted a sloppy kiss on Reagan's cheek.
"Me tooo, me tooo!" David cried from the floor and Reagan bent down so he could kiss her also.
"See you later," James said and Disapparated.
"Bye," Darenn said, and he left the room with his two children both still squealing about brooms.
"James has his Dual Apparation license?" Reagan asked.
Darenn does too, but with two of them, it works better using Floo," Harry replied. "Sometimes it pays off being related to the Minister of Magic.
Reagan agreed.
A/N: Review please!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Reagan sat in her last exam, staring at the clock on the wall. Her last week of finals of her college education was over, well almost. She still had thirteen minutes left. She sat with the other students in her class, all staring at the front of the room. Their final was to sit through an entire class, without doing any magic, no talking, they could write if they wanted to, but Reagan's hand hurt from her previous exams that she didn't want t move.
Someone in the back coughed, and their professor looked up from his desk.
"No noise!" he exclaimed and made a mark on the chalkboard behind him. There were many other marks, as he made one each time there was a noise in the room. Reagan rolled her eyes. Professor June was a hard case. He had stern features, and a pointed nose that didn't hold his square glasses on his face very well. He was young, but definitely older than they all were.
The hands on the clock moved slowly, slow enough that Reagan was convinced that he had bewitched it. She checked her watch and was disappointed to see that both timepieces were working fine.
So she settled back in her chair to wait the last ten minutes of her college career.
Reagan was glad when Allison Potter had written to her during her sixth year at Hogwarts, suggesting that she come to America to further her magical education. In Britain it wasn't common for students to continue with school after they finished at Hogwarts. Her Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron had gone to a Magical University for a year, and that was all the training that they needed.
But Reagan wanted to do something that required more training, more learning. And she was Reagan Potter, she could do whatever she wanted to. She told her parents that she wanted to go to school in America after she finished at Hogwarts and they reluctantly agreed.
So a few months after her last day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she packed up a few things that she could not live without, mostly pictures and mementoes, and said goodbye to her parents at the Kings Cross Distance Jumper Station.
Her first days at Stanford University of Magic were incredible. No one knew who she was, no one knew who her father was. No one knew she had offers from four professional Quidditch teams to start for them, no one knew her brother was a professional Quidditch player. No one knew she was a very powerful witch, no one expected her to do well or rolled their eyes when she answered a question correctly. She didn't feel obligated to answer all the questions, or do her homework early, or spend extra time ready on things she wasn't studying because it was interesting. And no one knew that her best friend had died when she was fifteen.
An image flashed before Reagan's eyes and she looked down quickly. Josie's death still brought tears to her eyes, if she allowed it to. The years after her death were hard. Going back to Hogwarts was hard. Seeing Cal was hard. It got better, but there was not a day that went by that Reagan didn't think about it. For the first few months of her fifth year she avoided the staircase where Josie had fallen, convinced that the blood will still be there.
She did have outlets for her frustration and pain. Her Quidditch skills improved, if that was at all possible, she was at a professional level when she was thirteen. She and Cal became closer, but Cal was never the same either. He was heartbroken, maybe even more than Reagan was because he felt a bit differently about Josie than Reagan did.
Reagan's love life suffered a bit. She had Trevor, but he was always her substitution for a boyfriend, never actually her boyfriend. She always enjoyed kissing him, and cuddling with him, and she knew she cared for him, but in the end she was afraid to love him.
She never even told him that she was leaving England. After he left Hogwarts, he started his medi-wizard training during the summer, and began working at St. Mungo's the same time she went back to school. She hardly saw him that summer, and they kept in touch through letters during the year, but it wasn't the same as having him there with her.
She was Head Girl her seventh year, and captain of the Quidditch team. She left Hogwarts with honors in just about everything. The summer after her seventh year was hard, especially around Trevor. She didn't know how to tell him she was leaving, and put it off and put it off until the day she left. She wrote him an owl that simply said, "Please know that underneath everything I do, you matter most. Please don't be mad for what I am about to do. I just need time away, from everything."
She never got a response back.
"Miss Potter!" Professor June cried and she snapped out of her thoughts. The room was empty and Professor June was standing by the door with a stack of papers under his arms. "Are you planning on sleeping in the classroom?"
"Sorry, Professor," Reagan replied, getting up. "Have a nice summer."
"Indeed," he said as she passed him.
Reagan hurried out of the building, and made towards her apartment she shared with her cousin, Allison Potter. Ali was related to her on her father's side, and they had met when they were both eleven. Reagan had traveled to America with her family to meet the American Potters that her father had learned about only weeks prior to their trip.
"Did you fall asleep in June's again?" Ali asked as Reagan came into apartment.
"Not exactly," she replied, dropping her bag. "How'd you know?"
"Because you're always late when you fall asleep in his class," Ali replied.
"I wasn't sleeping," Reagan said. "I was just thinking."
"Ah," Ali said. "Thinking, sleeping, same thing. Either way you were oblivious to the rest of the class leaving, correct?"
"Yes," Reagan admitted. "How was your last final?"
"Same as all the others," Ali said, looking back at her book. "You've had an owl, its on the counter."
"Dad," Reagan said and picked up the folded parchment.
"Its still creepy when you do that, you know," Ali said.
"I can't help it," Reagan replied, reading the letter. "Why is he writing me with the same information he sent me yesterday and the day before?"
"Maybe he nervous," Ali said. "You haven't been home in four years, Reagan."
"True," she replied and refolded the note. "Are you packed?"
"Yup," Ali said. "Dad's coming tomorrow to get this-" (she patted the couch she was sitting on) "- and we're going to zap all my boxes to the house. You?"
"Same, but I'm shrinking most of my stuff," Reagan said. "I'm going to take a nap."
Ali nodded and continued in her book. Reagan made her way to her room in the back of the apartment and sat down on the bed. The few bits of furniture she owned, her dresser, desk, chair and bed, she was going to shrink and pack with all her other stuff. Most of her stuff was packed. All her pictures, all her clothes, books, papers and notes, she was bringing everything back with her.
She was a bit nervous to go home. Would it be weird? She had picked up some of the American slang, "zap" for instance, was an easy way of saying Apparate of Disapparate. She was excited to see everyone. Both James and Darenn had gotten married while she was still in school, so she hadn't missed anyone's wedding, but both of her brothers were now fathers and she did miss the births of her nephews and niece.
Reagan sighed and fell back onto her pillow. She had needed to get away, to find herself and be on her own. Her parents paid for her tuition, but she paid her own rent. She held down a part time job while attending full time classes for two majors. It would be weird to not be in class, but it was just the next step for her.
Before she knew it, she had dozed off, and thats how Ali found her when she came in, wanting to know if she was hungry or not.
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Ever since her first trip on a Distance Jumper, she had always enjoyed them. She had finally gone to a Muggle amusement park with Ali and another cousin, Ryan Potter, and she found the sensations she felt on roller coaster to be the same as Apparating, traveling by Floo Powder and Distance Jumpers.
"Welcome to Britain," the Jumper attendant said and Reagan followed the other passengers out of the Jumper. She stepped out of the goo and made her way past security, and saw her father's aged face beaming at her.
"Hi Dad," she said grinning, and put her arms around him.
"Hi Reagan," he replied and hugged her back. "Welcome back."
"Thanks Dad," Reagan sighed. "You don't look any different."
Harry laughed. "Liar. Those monsters I have for grandchildren have added more lines to my face and more gray hairs on my head."
"Darenn and James claim they are perfect angels," Reagan said, and they began to walk towards the door, Harry carrying her trunk.
"Monsters, angels, they're all the same after a while," Harry said. "They start out sweet, cute and quiet as babies, and then they start to walk and want to ride with Grandpa Harry on the broom."
"Well, they can ride with Auntie Reagan now," Reagan said.
"Yes they can," he replied. "Over and over and over and over and over and over till you've had enough and they want to keep going."
"Are you that old, Dad?" Reagan asked.
"Yes, I am," he laughed.
"Dad where are going?" she asked.
"The Floo... Oh wait, I forgot you can Apparate now," her father admitted.
"Twenty two, Dad," Reagan said. "I've been able to Apparate for five years now."
"I know," he replied. "The past four just seem like they didn't happen is all."
"I know what you mean," Reagan replied. "But they did. And I am a fully qualified, fully trained and fully educated witch now, Dad. I could hex you with something you've never heard of and I wouldn't get caught because they couldn't trace it back to my wand."
"Really?" Harry asked, a bit interested. "They taught you that?"
"No, they taught us how to make up spells like that," Reagan replied. "I wouldn't hex you, Dad. The point is I'm a grown up, and have been for four years."
"Point taken," Harry said. "After you then."
"Has home changed at all?" Reagan asked. "I don't want to zap over and run into anything."
"Different wards is all," Harry said. "Best to, um, zap onto the lawn."
Reagan giggled. "Sorry, American slang I picked up."
"I bet there are a few things you picked up," Harry said to her. "Are you going to zap away or not?"
"I will if you don't use 'zap' ever again."
"Deal," he said.
Reagan nodded and with a soft POP! she disappeared from the train station and appeared on the lawn of her house.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Her room hadn't changed at all. It had been cleaned many times since she left, but Reagan had expected that. Everything was in its place, with the exception of her bed, she had taken that with her to America. She lifted Vira's cage onto her desk, and laid her cloak across the back of her chair.
"Here is your trunk, dear," her father said, carrying her trunk into the room. "Is this all you have?"
"I shrunk most things," Reagan replied. "I'm not going to unpack all that much, just what I need. I think I'll start to look for a place of my own tomorrow."
The look on her father's face was a bit hurt, but he nodded. She crossed the room and put her arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Dad, if you had just returned from college, after living in your own place for four years, would you want to stay in your parent's house for very long?"
"Well actually-"
"Okay, stay at Mum's parent's house?"
"Probably not," Harry admitted. "We've just missed you, Reagan. We don't want to loose you again."
"You not loosing me, and you didn't loose me before," she replied and let him go. "I'll be in the same country now, just closer to work is all. James and Darenn live away from home."
"They're both married and have children."
"Would you like me to be married and have children?" she asked.
He smiled at her. "Reagan I want you to do whatever it takes to make you happy."
"Honestly?"
"Of course," he replied. They both grinned at each other and felt the floor beneath them shake a bit.
"Did we...?"
"No, that wasn't us, thats Darenn and James, with their monsters," Harry replied. "Come on, they'll want to see how grown up with ickle sister is."
Reagan sighed and followed her father down the stairs.
"Reagan!" James cried and crossed the room, taking her in a tight embrace.
"Hi James," she said, hugging her brother back. He stepped back and his eyes got big.
"Darenn!" he called. "Come look, Reagan's all grown up!"
"I'm not going to believe it till I see it!" Darenn's voice came from down the hall. As he stepped into view, his eyes got big too.
"When did you grow up?" Darenn teased, hugging his sister.
"Apparently about the same time you did," Reagan replied. "I want to see these nephews and niece of mine."
"Come on then," James said and they walked back down the hall into the living room. Three young children were jumping up and down at Harry's feet, and he was holding a broom high over his head.
"Dad quit teasing them," James said. "Bradden come here."
A little dark haired boy turned and looked at his father, and pointed to the broom in his grandfather's hands.
"Boom, boom!!" he cried.
"Come here," James repeated and Bradden came towards his father. James bent down to his son's level and picked him up.
"Brad, I want you to meet your Auntie Reagan," James said.
"Hi Brad," Reagan said to him.
Brad smiled and cried, "Boom boom!!" He frantically pointed to the broom Harry was holding.
"Brad how old are you?" James asked.
"Boom!" the little boy pleaded.
"Tell Auntie Reagan how old you are and maybe she'll take you up on her broom," James said.
"I tooooo," Brad said seriously and nodded, showing her two of his fingers.
"You're two?" Reagan asked. "You're quite a big boy then?"
Brad nodded and pointed to himself and then at the broom. "Boom boom boom!!"
"Brad who's that?" James asked, pointing to Darenn.
"Boom!" Brad cried pointing at Darenn and wiggled even more. "Boom boom!!"
Reagan laughed. "This family has something with being addicted to flying."
"Its genetic," Harry said, picking up the little girl at his feet. "Well, Miss Bianca, do you want the broom too?"
The little girl had bright red hair, and green eyes and had a pacifier in her mouth. But she squealed and reached for the broom all the same.
"This is Bianca," Darenn said to Reagan, taking his daughter from his father. "And this," he motioned for the last little boy to come to him, "is David."
"Hi David," Reagan said, bending down to his level.
"Fly on bwoom?" David asked.
"Maybe later," Darenn said. "You've already been flying today."
"Bwoon, Daddy, bwoom!" David whined.
"Can you be good in London?" Darenn asked and David nodded. "Then we'll go back up on the broom again later. Is that fair?"
David nodded and folded his arms.
"We've got to get going," Darenn said to Reagan. "We just stopped by for a moment because we couldn't wait to see you."
"Boom boom?!" Brad cried at Reagan.
"Maybe later," James said to his son. "We're coming back later."
"We'll go fly on the broom later," Reagan said to her nephew and he smiled.
"Boom boom!"
"Yes we know," James said. "Well, Reagan, we're off also. We've got to meet Erika in Diagon Alley."
"Tell her I said hello," Reagan said.
"I will," James replied and kissed his sister's cheek. "You'll see her later though, for diner."
"That will be nice," Reagan said.
"Give Auntie Reagan a kiss," James said to his son and Brad leaned forward, his little lips puckered, and planted a sloppy kiss on Reagan's cheek.
"Me tooo, me tooo!" David cried from the floor and Reagan bent down so he could kiss her also.
"See you later," James said and Disapparated.
"Bye," Darenn said, and he left the room with his two children both still squealing about brooms.
"James has his Dual Apparation license?" Reagan asked.
Darenn does too, but with two of them, it works better using Floo," Harry replied. "Sometimes it pays off being related to the Minister of Magic.
Reagan agreed.
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