Chapter two: I once again own nothing
Screw Lemonade
Amy had on many different occasions snuck up into their attic to find a broom that levitated a couple of spell books and a couiple letters addressed to her parents that were alost identical to the one she held in her hands.
She read and reread evey word until she was sure it was really and said to her mother as calm as ice, "You knew the whole time?" She had the ability to keep calm like her father and the rage of her mother, but not enogh years have gone by to give her the maturity she needed to keep the emotions from fly out of her mouth.
He mother leaned down and tried to grab her arm but Amy yanked it out of her reach. "Honey, it was for your own good!" She cried, she was not pleased with the way amy was taking it..
"Ya?" Amy said, venom dripping from every letter, "Tell me what is my own good."
"Sweety," started Ginny.
"If you knew, and we allowed you to play and practice or practiced in front of you, bad people would've come, tracked us down a killed us." Finished Harry lamely.
"What? What do you mean, tracked us down and killed us?" said Amy slowly, though her mind was racing, "And you can talk to me like a human you know, say what they are not 'bad people' I'm not two you know."
"I cant tell you how many times a day you remind me of your mother." Said Harry, Ginny on the other hand started to turn different shades of red and purples.
"What? What is that supposed to mean Harry James Potter! Whenever our daughter comes to you yelling or steaming you say that! Why do you constantly need to torture me about what I get passionate about! I cannot bewlieve I agreed to marry you sometimes!"
Harry in one swift motion grabbed her, leaned over her belly and snogged her senseless.
"Ya, but the rest of the time your having my children." He said very huskily, her mother giggled and leaned back over to kiss him again when a very loud, "GROSS!" came from across the table. They both laughed at that and turned to talk to their daughter.
"Honey, we did it to protect you and this family," said her mom, "I personally would've preferred not to have lived like a muggle for the past 12 years, but hey, when life throws you lemons…"
"Throw a piece of the lemon in your tequila glass." I finished her saying.
Sorry this is sooo short, writers block you know how it is….r&r please! Be nice or if you have something mean to say say it in a nice when, and I don't mean laugh while you say it mean niether! Hahah men intights humor for you