Discalimer: I don't own Harry Potter
A/N I was on a surgar high when I wrote this, so i think it's actually quite good o.O Avy is a little angry in the chapter, and it's getting somewhere, i think o.O well thankies for reviewing in the other chapters :D I know, Avy's grounchy, but not all people are peaches 'n cream!
Avy was fed up with two things. First one was Cecelia for being a bimbo, second was her father for leaving her alone to deal with John Weasley, the most annoying kid her age.
John was an idiot, no scratch that, he was someone who believed in being abnormally rude and insulting to everyone in ten feet of him and he normally got away with it. It didn't help matters that his house was Gryffindor and hers was Slytherin.
Avy looked around the Burrow, which was littered with little children and talking adults. Some of the children had run outside to play but there were some babies who couldn't walk and sat themselves on the floor with toys. Avy wanted to go play with the babies, but John was trying to get her to talk to him.
"Avy did you see the papers? Right on the front page, two guys kissing in a nightclub. One of them was a high up guy in the ministry. Bloody poufs!" John said, and Avy felt her dislike and IQ points drop a thousand feet. She hated ignorance in every form, and John spelled ignorance with an I.
Avy didn't have a problem with homosexuals, but if someone close to her suddenly said they were homosexual, she might feel a little weird. Avy could see her best friend being a lesbian. Avy laughed at the idea of her father being a pouf; that would never happen in a million years though.
"Meh." Avy replied, looking disinterested in what John had to say. Truth be told, she wished he would drop dead and leave Avy be. Avy watched as Cecelia laughed at something her father had said, she could almost see the fakeness in the laugh, or maybe it was just the way Cecelia laughed. Either way, it turned Avy a little grumpier then she had already been.
"Aveee." a little voice said, and Avy felt something run into her legs and wrap little arms around one of the limbs. Avy looked down to see a small face, brown eyes, and flaming red hair.
"Hey Karyn." Avy said with a big smile, leaning down to pick up the three year old. The three year old laughed and clung to Avy like superglue, trying to get her arms into Avy's thick black hair and pull on the strands. "My, what a big girl you are now." Avy said.
Thankfully, John hated little kids and then left once Avy was spotted by the little children. Avy betted it was to go bully his younger siblings around, but she didn't much care. Avy soon started to run around with the younger children.
Avy was able to forget about life with the younger children, and children seemed to flock to her so she didn't mind. Avy may be the most moody girl alive, but not when it came to kids and animals. It was somewhat of an odd reality, but it was truth nonetheless.
Avy didn't even notice a blonde man come up, and sit down on a couch beside her. "Draco!" Avy heard Hermione Weasley call out, and Avy looked up from helping the children build a block castle.
Avy saw the man as he sat down with his legs crossed. He was dressed in black pants and a blue top; it seemed to look rather fitting on him for some odd reason. His blonde hair moved into his face, even though he brushed it behind his years again. "Hello Hermione." he said in a deep voice, it sounded even deeper then her father's. Then again her father didn't really have that deep a voice.
"Where have you been for the past hour? You were supposed to come earlier!" she said, and Avy wondered how the woman kept all that cheer in when she was one of the hostesses to this big family get together, where a bunch of friends seemed to gather around and eat a ton of food.
Avy's stomach started to growl and she wondered when food would be coming. "Aveee, I want this block to go there!" Karyn said, pointing to the top of the tower. Avy picked up the cool wood, and placed it on the top of the blocks, smiling at the odd shape they had created.
It looked like a leaning tower of blocks and triangles. "Oh, there you are Karyn." Hermione said, and picked up her daughter. "Hello Avy." she said with a warm smile, and Avy smiled back, she had always liked this woman.
"Hey Hermione." Avy replied, and she looked at the blonde man who had suddenly taken an interest in her. "You're the girl who stuck her tongue out at me that one day aren't you?" he asked, and Avy looked at him with an odd expression of confusion.
"I stick my tongue out at many people, don't feel special." Avy snapped back, but he only chuckled. Avy wasn't too sure if she should be startled by someone was immune to her grouchiness, or happy at finally meeting someone who could stand her for five minutes.
"Potter's child?" he asked, and Hermione nodded her head, bushy hair flowing behind her.
"Her names Avy, and his name is Harry, Draco." She responded, he only scrunched up his nose in distaste. Avy liked him instantly for not liking her father.
"I have decided, you are cool." Avy said to him, and he looked shocked. His cool gray eyes seemed to lighten a bit when she said it to him, though.
"Well, Potter wouldn't be happy about his daughter thinking that now would he." he smiled somewhat as in a self satisfactory way, like annoying her father was important to him. This guy was getting points on the cool scale for Avy.
"Draco, his name is Harry!" Hermione said again, and Avy could see the stubborn Aunt Hermione coming into play again. It was rather amusing, Hermione could drive anyone insane, and Avy had seen it.
Avy remembered when her father was thinking of marrying a girl who was the biggest fake in the world, and Hermione had talked him out of it. It had been a long few weeks, but in the end, Hermione always won.
"Hermione, I can stand you, I can stand Ron, but I refuse to stand Potter." he said, and Hermione rolled her eyes, giving an exasperated sigh. She walked out of the room with Karyn clinging to her, muttering something about grudges.
"Whoever you are, you're my hero for that." Avy said, taking apart the block tower and putting it back into the green play box. He chuckled again.
"I think we are on a similar ground when it comes to your father." he said, and then Avy's father came into the room. "Avy there you are!" he said warmly, and Avy looked up at him. She then noticed his eyes travel to the guy Hermione had called Draco, and he seemed to darken.
"Malfoy." he said, as if trying to act civil was very hard to do.
The man her father called Malfoy seemed to darken as well, replying stiffly. "Potter." Avy sensed a tension that she couldn't understand; she would have to ask Hermione about it later.
"Avy, come on, I want you to sit with Cecelia and me." her father said, as if trying to pretend the blonde man didn't exist.
"Dad, I do not want to sit beside bimbo number five. I'll sit beside John for Merlin's sake! Just anything but near her." Avy replied, glaring at him with her azure eyes. Harry looked back, his green eyes looking rather angry.
"Wow Potter, your taste in girls is still that bad?" the blonde said, and her father decided to stop being civil, Avy could tell. She had never seen him act so angry, or moody, even with the press! And that was saying something.
"Malfoy, you never cared for my taste in girls, who should you start now? I can say this though, my taste is better then your taste." Harry replied, seemingly cold and venomous. Avy suddenly wondered if she got her moodiness from him as well.
"Potter, if you have a problem with my preference…" he growled, and Harry shook his head, stopping the blonde man from talking.
"I won't say anything if you do not say anything. Now if you don't mind. Avy, come on, you are sitting with us or you are not eating." her father said, and Avy glared at him. Avy nodded to him and got up, walking behind her father.
Avy took one glance behind her, to see the blonde man looking at her father with anger… and something else. Avy couldn't place it. She didn't think on it for long because she caught sight of Cecelia's happy face.
Avy had yet to execute her plan on humiliating Cecelia. So when she disappeared, her father new something was up. He started out by checking through the house looking for her. With still no sign of her, he walked back into the kitchen to see Ron and Malfoy talking civilly. How Ron managed to do it, Harry still had no clue.
"Ron, have you seen Avy? I'm pretty sure she's going to do another classic prank, and Cecelia's her target." Harry asked, pointedly ignoring Malfoy. Ron scratched his head, giving the plate he had been washing to Malfoy for him to dry.
"No. Sorry mate, haven't seen the rascal." Ron replied, and Harry swore under his breath. Cecelia was in grave danger, and she was currently somewhere in the garden with Molly Weasley, talking about the various plants Molly grew.
"Potter, are you such a bad parent you cannot control your own daughter?" Malfoy said, and struck a nerve with Harry. Problem was, he was very right, Harry wasn't ever there for Avy, and it wasn't something he was proud of.
"Malfoy, you are not a father, so don't you dare ever say that to me again." Harry growled, his eyes sparking with hate.
"Well, I never had reason to reproduce. Then again, any child blessed with my looks would love to be mine." Malfoy said, and Harry rolled his eyes. Still a cocky bastard, Malfoy had always been arrogant.
Ron laughed at it, and Harry wished he hadn't. It reminded him of when he and Malfoy had been on friendly terms, but then Ivy came along. After that, Malfoy had sworn to hate him. Harry guessed he would have too.
"Well if either of you see her, distract her for as long as you can. It's not a hard thing to do." Harry said, and left the kitchen, deciding maybe she was hiding out in the garden, and knowing chances of finding Avy were minimal if he looked there.
"So Draco, still pissed after fourteen years?" Ron asked, and Draco nodded, his blonde hair falling out of place.
"Hard to hate someone with all your heart and still wish they'd come back to you. But maybe it helps that his daughter told me I'm cool?" he asked, smiling at the memory.
"Avy's a moody, sneaky one. To have her think you're cool worries me." Ron replied, only to get a towel in his face. Ron made an indigent noise, but Draco just smirked. Harry's daughter wasn't what Draco thought she would be, and she didn't seem like Ivy Irvin at all, not even her eyes really.
Avy was hiding under the tables, watching Cecelia's legs the whole time. It was a wonder her father hadn't found her yet; this was the simplest place to look! Really, her father was getting old! Okay thirty wasn't that old, but it was still old!
Avy then decided to act, placing a rat on Cecelia's lap, and moving away form the woman again. Cecelia's legs suddenly stopped moving, and Avy watched as hands moved to feel the rat, then the high pitched scream form Cecelia. "AHHHH HARRY!" Cecelia screamed and Avy tried to conceal her laughter.
The rat was thrown to the ground, and ran away from the scared woman. Avy knew she was in trouble, though, when she heard her father. "What's wrong Cecelia?" Harry asked, and Avy watched as the woman's legs stood up and walked to another pair of legs.
"A rat, a rat." Cecelia cried, and Avy was surprised the woman was actually crying with fear. 'Oh that woman's good.' Avy thought. It never occurred to her that Cecelia had a phobia when it came to the little creatures, and that she was not, in fact, faking fear.
Harry let go of Cecelia and dropped down to see Avy sitting on the ground, under the table. "Hello Avy." he said. His green eyes sparked with anger, and Avy knew she was in real big trouble. Well, it was worth it, she hoped.
"What was that?" Draco asked, and looked out at the scene that unfolded. The blonde woman he had met, her name was Cecelia he believed, clung to Harry as she sobbed. Harry looked very angry, and he saw Harry's daughter under the table. He wondered what she had done.
"Oh it's Avy. She really hates all of Harry's girlfriends. Cecelia seems okay, not like the others were, but Avy still hates her. Poor kid." Hermione explained. Draco looked at her and snorted.
"Poor girl? More like terror. That woman is almost in hysterics." Draco said. He was amazed at how angry Harry was. He took his daughter by the hand, and dragged her away from everyone's eyes. Draco felt sorry for the girl.
"Yeah, it's not easy for her. Ivy's not a good mother, and Harry isn't around." Hermione said, and Draco nodded. He then heard something that was disturbing; it was Harry's daughter screaming.
"I DON'T CARE! I HATE YOU AND I HATE HER!" Draco was amazed; he would have never said that to his father. Was Potter really that bad of a parent?
"AVY POTTER, YOU WILL APOLOGIZE TO HER!" Draco shivered, hearing an angry Harry Potter was not a good thing, and it wasn't very comforting to know he was protecting that woman.
"SCREW YOU!" Draco watched as Harry stalked back from behind the bushes where they had had a yelling match. Cecelia tried to reach for him, but he shook her hand away. Draco could tell Harry was shaking with anger.
Harry was probably going to take a walk to cool down. Draco knew that's what Harry did. His daughter on the other hand, well, Draco didn't see her again that afternoon. 'Harry, you've got a problem there.'
Avy was grounded for a week. She was grounded from doing anything of interest for a week. It wasn't fair!
Harry had been really angry, no really, really, really angry was more like what he had been. He was still fuming, and Cecelia seemed to understand to stay away from him. Avy wasn't sure what was better: her father not sleeping with a bimbo, or her father sleeping with a bimbo.
When her father was angry, he seemed to be like Voldemort reborn. Not that anyone wanted it, but he managed to stay pissed for days on end, and when he was over his rage, the world was right again.
Avy just had to watch her step, and avoid her father until he was in a better mood. Avy decided to find a snack, so she walked up the stairs slowly and walked to the fridge. She looked at Cecelia who was standing in the doorway, silently.
"Avy, do you really hate your father?" Cecelia asked. Avy took one look at her, and turned around, stuffing her head into the cold fridge again. "Avy?" Cecelia asked. Avy sighed; she guessed she might as well answer.
"I don't hate him; I just wish he'd be there for me and on my god damn side for once." Avy said, glaring at the woman. Cecelia gulped, and nodded. Avy didn't know what else to say, so she took out the milk, moved to the cupboard and took out a glass.
She poured herself a glass, took it, and looked back at the doorway to the kitchen. Cecelia was gone.
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