I think we're alone now
Chapter nine
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Okay, by the way, I'm doing a quick thing of the Dumbledore family because several people have said this family confuses them.
Minerva Sophia McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore are married. They have four children. Their daughters had the maiden name "McKinnon" which was Minerva's mother's maiden name. Their son had the last name "Potter" which was Albus's mother's maiden name.
Juliana Sophie McKinnon or Juli is their oldest. She is married to Robert William Wood. They have seven children: Oliver Thomas, Ophelia Grace, Helena Sophia, Juliet Miranda, Beatrice Anne, Maria Elizabeth, and Viola Jayne.
Margaret Caroline McKinnon or Maggie is the second oldest. She is married to Christopher Adam Bell. They have three children: Michael Brian, Adam Jacob, and Katherine Theresa.
Emma Rose McKinnon is the second youngest. She is married to Harrison John Spinnet. They have four children: John Brian, Alicia Clare, Aaron Michael, and Lily Marie.
James Potter was the youngest. He was married to Lily Evans. They had one son, Harry James Potter, who survived them. And now on the with the story…
The next morning, Oliver woke up and moaned. His parents would be arriving soon. They were taking the Floo Network to his office. His mother had told his grandmother that she wanted to talk to Oliver before she talked to Helena. Oliver was dreading this. He knew his mother would be angry with Helena. She had understood his claims to be Kallie's father but he knew that he would not understand this. Oliver had been protecting a friend; Helena was doing something Julie Wood considered to be a moral outrage.
When Julie and Robert Wood arrived in their son's office at ten o'clock, they were both in terrible moods. Julie Wood stepped out of her son's fireplace and dusted her robes off saying, "Honestly, Oliver, some days you're my only hope. You're my only child who hasn't managed to get themselves into a load of trouble recently."
"Julie, you forget Maria and Viola haven't caused you any trouble recently," his husband said climbing out of the fireplace.
"Yes, dear, you're right," she said sweetly. "But they're so young that one doesn't expect them to cause trouble. Besides, I've even had a letter from Hogwarts about Maria. Oliver is my only good child. Oliver, just marry Ginny in the next year or two and you'll win that title for life."
"Speaking of which," Robert Wood said. "When do we get to meet Miss Weasley and her daughter?"
"Whenever you want to," Oliver replied. "Ginny and Kallie are free all day so they can meet you at any time."
"Well," his mother said. "I want to speak to Mother and Helena first. I would like to know why my daughter has been sexually involved with a boy when she is only sixteen. One would think she would be responsible enough to know not to fool around with such things at her age."
Oliver looked at his mother. "Maybe she'll listen to you because she certainly hasn't been listening to Grandmum or me lately."
"Oliver, does your sister know that her grandmother is also her teacher?" his mother asked.
"Grandmum told her last night," Oliver said, suddenly interested in looking for something under his desk.
"Why doesn't my mother trust me to tell my children this in my own good time?" Julie Wood yelled. "She told you, she told Ophelia, and now she tells Helena. I had a plan to tell you this but she told you before I got a chance."
"Mum, I was twenty when Grandmum told me," Oliver said pointedly. "When exactly did you intend to tell me that Harry Potter is my cousin? When did you intend to tell me that I had dated my own cousin for two years? That whole relationship looks disgusting in past tense."
"He's right, Julie, and you know it," Robert Wood said. "Maggie and Chris had you parents tell Michael, Adam, and Katie on their fifteenth birthdays. Emma and Harrison told John, Alicia, Aaron, and Lily on their eighteenth birthdays. Your parents told Harry on his sixteenth birthday. And we've yet to tell our children. You wanted to wait until they were married. Oliver is twenty-six and Ophelia is eighteen. Oliver found out when he was recruited for the Order of the Phoenix and Ophelia found out because your mum felt she deserved to know the truth. Helena knows because of her current situation. When will you tell Juliet, Beatrice, Maria, and Viola? You can't wait forever to tell them. They have a right to know who your parents are. I think we should do what Emma and Harrison do and tell the younger girls on their eighteenth birthday."
Julie looked at her husband and her son. He was right and she knew it. Oliver was right and she knew it. She nodded. "All right, we'll try that method with our remaining children. Oliver, I'm sorry we didn't tell you ourselves."
Oliver hugged his mother. "It's all right, Mum. You had your reasons."
Julie patted her son's back. "I'd love to spend more time with you but right now we need to go deal with Helena."
Oliver nodded as his parents left his office.
A few minutes later, he was in Ginny's office eating breakfast with her. She was trying to feed Kallie some sort of fruit baby food but more of the food ended up on Ginny's hands and face than in Kallie's mouth. Kallie also kept grabbing her mother's hair and pulling it. When her mother grimaced or screamed, the baby would smile. Ginny sighed. "Kallie," she said. "Why are you so much trouble?"
"Gin, she's related to Fred and George," Oliver said. "What do you expect her to do?"
"I wish she was more calm and demure."
"Who in your family is calm and demure?"
"My mother?" Ginny said questioningly.
Oliver gave her a look that said, "Umm, yeah, sure." Then he said, "You can think that if you like. I won't get in your way."
Ginny shook her head. "I know I love you but sometimes I don't know why."
"You love me because I'm handsome, intelligent, good with your daughter and incredibly cocky."
"And you admit that you're cocky," Ginny said. "I'm always glad when a man can admit that he's cocky."
Oliver smiled. Then Kallie's baby food covered fist hit his face. He had orange squash goop on his face. Kallie flashed a toothless smile at her mother's boyfriend. Oliver shook his head and then kissed the little girl's cheek. She grinned as he shook his head. Oliver then picked her up and said, "I'll clean her up."
Ginny smiled as he took out his wand and quickly cleaned the girl up. Then he cleaned himself and then Ginny. Ginny smiled as he handed Kallie to her. Her daughter was clinging to her neck. Oliver smiled. "Oh, my mother and father want to meet you two. I was thinking we could have lunch with them."
Ginny nodded. "All right, do you want to take them to the Three Broomsticks?"
He smiled. "That would be good. I'll admit it won't be very quiet. But it's either that or the Great Hall."
"The Three Broomsticks," Ginny said quickly.
Ginny and Oliver walked into the Three Broomsticks at five minutes before noon. Ginny was carrying Kallie in her arms. Madame Rosmerta hurried over to them. "A table for three?"
Oliver shook his head. "For five, my parents will be joining us."
Madame Rosmerta smiled and led them to a booth. "I'll be back with a high chair for this little angel in a minute," she said as she tickled Kallie's arm.
As the woman walked away, Oliver's parents walked in. They walked over to the booth quickly. Julie Wood hugged her son and then turned to Ginny. "You must be Ginny Weasley and this precious little angel must be Kallie."
Ginny nodded. "Yes, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Wood."
Julie Wood smiled as her husband introduced himself to their son's girlfriend. Ginny Weasley seemed like a nice girl. Her daughter was a sweet little girl. Madame Rosmerta brought a high chair for Kallie just as Julie and Robert were sitting down across from Oliver and Ginny. Ginny settled Kallie in the high chair and they began to look at the menu.
Julie looked at Ginny. "What do you recommend? I haven't been here since I left Hogwarts thirty years ago."
Ginny glanced over the menu. "The chicken sandwich is always excellent."
"Or if you're more adventurous there's the newt sandwich, which tastes just like chicken."
His father laughed and his mother shot him a look. "Ginny, do you recommend anything else?" Julie asked.
"Well," Ginny said looking over the menu. "The frog sandwich is excellent. I usually come here more for their butterbeer than anything else."
Julie nodded. "I think I'll take your advice on that chicken sandwich."
A minute later, the waitress came over. "Can I get you folks anything to drink?"
Oliver said, "Butterbeer" at the exact same moment as Ginny.
His mother said, "I'll have a large gillywater."
"Two butterbeers, a large gillywater; anything for you sir?" the waitress asked Mr. Wood who was still studying his menu.
"Ah, yes, I'll have a butterbeer as well," he said.
"All right, three butterbeers and a large gillywater. I'll get those for you and be back a minute to take your orders."
Mrs. Wood looked at Ginny. "So, Oliver tells me Kallie is eight months old. Is she learning to crawl yet?"
Ginny smiled. "She is. She goes everywhere she can."
"She's so cute the way she crawls all over the place. She loves being able to go where she wants to," Oliver said, his voice filled with fatherly pride. "When she learned to sit up a few months ago, she was so proud of herself. She would just sit there and smile at you like she wanted you to congratulate her."
As if she knew someone was talking about her, Kallie started banging her fists on the tray of her high chair. Ginny looked at her. "Shh," she said, putting her finger to her lips.
Kallie mimicked her mother's motion with a toothless grin and kept banging on the tray. Ginny shook her head, and then said, "Kallie, please stop." She didn't want to hurt her daughter but wasn't sure what else to do other than grab the little girl's wrists. Then Robert took the baby out of her chair. He settled her in his lap and whispered softly to her. Instantly the baby settled down and stopped waving her fists. She was more interested in the watch that Robert Wood wore on a chain that was clipped to a belt loop on his pants. She fumbled as she tried to pick it up with her little baby fingers. Ginny smiled. Oliver looked at his father. "I remember that watch. I used to sit on your lap and play with that."
"And I used to sit on my father's knee and play with it," his father said. "It's been in the Wood family for generations. And when you get married, I'll give it to you."
Oliver smiled. Then his mother said, "So, Oliver, Ginny, what do you know about Ed Jacobs?"
"That he's a fink," Ginny said without thinking. Then, realizing what she had said, "He is always flirting with every girl he sees. He dates every girl in sight and flirts with other girls when he's on a date. He's terrible."
Oliver nodded. "He sits in class and flirts with girls. He's a rat. I don't know why Helena got messed up with him in the first place."
"Because she thought he was good looking," Ginny said. "He has this way of getting girls to date him."
"You hear students talking about it all the time," Oliver added.
His parents were amazed at how much the two could tell them. But Julie Wood was smiling at the way the pair was finishing each other's sentences and completing each other's thoughts. Ginny gave her a look. "What are you smiling at?"
"You," she said. "You two are acting like an old married couple."
Ginny shook her head. "You're not the first person to say that."
"Grandmum says it," Oliver agreed. "And several other teachers have said that as well."
"Well, they're right," his mother said to him. "You two finish each other's sentences. And the way you look at each other, well, you look like you're in love."
"Well," Ginny said, blushing. "We are in love."
Oliver nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I love her very much."
"Oliver, I hate to say this, but your mother and I don't want you to come home for the holidays," his father said after their orders had been taken. "We need to talk to your sisters."
Oliver nodded as Ginny said; "He could spend holidays with my family. They'd love to have him. And there's so many people in my family no one would notice an extra person. Another mouth at the dinner table would hardly be noticed. And they all love Oliver so much they would be happy for any excuse to see him."
"And I'll be able to spend Christmas with my favorite godson," Oliver added. "After all, the Potters always spend Christmas with the Weasleys."
Ginny smiled. "And you'll be there for Kallie's first Christmas."
Oliver smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Robert looked at the baby in his lap. "Julie and I will be sure to send this little angel something for her mother to stick under the Christmas tree for her."
"What does she need, Ginny?" Julie asked.
Ginny gasped. "You're the first person to ask me what she needs. Most people just tell me they'll get her clothes or toys."
"Well, you know Grandfather will get her some socks," Oliver said.
Ginny laughed. "Your grandfather seems to really love socks for some reason. And my parents and my sisters-in-law will get her things that they know she needs, but most other people will just get her ridiculous things like clothes that are the wrong size or just something she'd never wear."
"I know how you feel," Julie said. "When Oliver was born, people gave me the most ridiculous nonsense for him. Half of it, he never used. I never understood why people gave me some of the things they gave me for him. It was perfectly stupid."
Ginny smiled. "When Kallie was born, I had more than twenty baby blankets."
Everyone else at the table smiled. Then Oliver said, "So, Mum, Dad, what are you going to do with Helena?"
"We're going to take her out of school for the rest of the term," his mother said. "She'll go back in the fall, maybe. I'm not sure what I want to do with that girl."