"Give me it, it's mine!"

Janie Marie Potter was a short girl for her age, even though she was only five years. Her mother had always told her to blame her father for that, while her father always told her to blame her mother for her being a blonde. But now, as she was jumping up and down trying to her hat she wasn't blaming anyone for anything, only wishing she was taller - actually wishing that she was older. Blonde eyebrows knitted together, she continued to jump up and down, huffing with each jump. Oh, where was her dad when she needed him. "It's my hat! It's mine, give me it!" Janie cried, flailing her arms wildly in the air, trying to grab hold of her hat. Her brows knitted once more as a stubborn pout crossed her face.

"Patience, I think she wants her hat back," came the soft snicker of another girl, slightly older than Janie herself. Pale, white blonde hair pulled back, and out of her face. Her features were anything but round, and soft. The girl she was speaking too was exactly the same, only her hair was down. The two of them seemed to have shared the same thoughts as they pursed their lips together, each holding back a smirk. "Alright, Senna," the other girl said, taking a step back from Janie, holding the hat over the younger girl still. "Let's give her hat back to her," Patience snickered in a sickeningly sweet voice that only a nine year old girl could possibly use. With tiny cackles coming from the two twins, Patience threw the hat. All three girls watched as it went sailing, flying over head, even though it's flight didn't last very long until it hit a passing wizard in the back of the head.

"Now you've gone and done it!" Janie wailed, shoving her hands down to her sides as she looked up to the two older girls. "And that was my best hat! Just wait until my dad hears about this," the five year old pouted, stomping down her left foot, as if to prove her point. One of the twins, Senna, smiled sweetly.

"We were just having some fun you know," Senna said airily, sticking her nose in the air. "Our mother never lets us have any fun. We can't even play with our brother or sister anymore because she wants us to grow up." She giggled, pausing for a bit before continuing. "That's why we're going to bully her into buying use the new Nimbus 300-"

"That," Patience jumped in. "Out flies the old Firebolt model by some good mileage. It'll get you from here to Yorkshire faster than you can say Lumos, did you know? Awfully fast broom, don't you think? I think it'd be rather fitting. We've been riding our brothers old Nimbus 2001 for the past year, and it's quite boring - you can't even get a good speed with it - !" The girl narrowed her eyes on her sister as she was suddenly cut off by her twin who crossed arm small arms, and nodded.

"Exactly. Mother wants us to do our best in flying lessons when we get into Hogwarts, you know, but I don't see how we can do that when we're stuck with that old model," Senna scoffed, sighing dramatically for the effect, which only caused Janie to roll her eyes, a rather bored, and impatient look on her face as she pursed her lips together stubbornly. In doing so, Janie only managed to make her self look younger. She sighed and shook her head before turning to look over her shoulder, wishing her dad would hurry and take care of whatever it was that he was doing. "You two are full of it," Janie said stubbornly as she stalked off to retrieve her hat. Once she got it she shuffled quickly over to a couple of seats near by, where she usually sat while waiting her for dad. Out of the corner of her eye she could still see the two twin girls gaping after her before turning their heads and crossing their arms. Such idiots, and they were what, only a few years older than Janie herself?

Muttering silently to herself, Janie began to swing her legs back and forth, watching now as some blonde man strode up to the girls. From where she sat, she could hardly make out the words that the two girls were chiding the man with, but few she made out were: "It's about time!" "Wait until I tell Mother." "You were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Turning away from the twin girls, and the man that now joined them, Janie covered her mouth trying to stifle her giggles as her sandy blonde hair fell forward, and over her eyes. She felt sorry for that man, who ever he was. He had to deal with those two brat's constant nagging, and boasting. Janie had gotten rather tired of it, and fed up. Those had to have been the most spoilt girls she had ever seen in her five years of being alive, and that wasn't saying much. Looking up once more, with a quick glance around, a smile spread across Janie's face as she waved a hand in the air shortly before placing her hat back atop her head.

"Daddy, over here!"

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Wife of Well Known Auror Killed

Investigations continue on the death of Luna Potter, wife of the well known Auror, on 15 April. Witnesses claim that Potter was having a normal day on the street, doing what any normal witch (or Muggle, if that be the case) would do. It would seem that neither witness had noticed anything strange about the happenings around Potter that evening, and all seem to have agreed that the attack was not planned.

The former Death Eater in question, Augustus Rookwood, is one of the few remaining on the loose, and all are cautioned to keep a sharp eye out. Auror's are posted at current underground spots, and all busy marketing areas. Ministry Officials from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as well as the Department of Magical Transportation would like for it to please be noted that they are indeed keeping a close check on the Floo Channels, and all networks within a 30 mile radius of each other.

"Rookwood is a highly dangerous criminal, I'm quite sure you all are aware of this. Please, take caution. Former Death Eater or not, it is likely that he will strike again. His targets: Random Muggles," Said none other than Harry Potter himself earlier this evening during a meeting with the Minister of Magic, setting his affairs in order, and making sure that the right actions are being taken to further insure the safety of both with Wizarding and Muggle world alike.

Harry stood outside in his front lawn. The even air ghosting down the street in a breeze strong enough to send a few leaves rolling down the street. As the sun was beginning to set, the sky was lit up with brilliant shades of pinks and oranges, and times near the clouds, light shades of purple. Too bad the rest of life couldn't seem as peaceful as the scene that was played out at the current moment, families finally retiring into their houses for the night, but not Harry and Janie. No, Harry was busy watering the bushes that lined the front of the house, and Janie was busy seated on the front step, a copy of the Daily Prophet on her lap and her chin nestled comfortably in her hands. Her eyes, skimming the paper, she was reading only the words she knew, trying her best to sound out the ones she didn't, and passing over them if she just couldn't get it.

Half tempted to spray his daughter with the hose, Harry just chuckled, watching her read the paper. In a sense, she reminded him awfully of Hermione, and there his heart went out, wondering where his old friend could be. She had long since married their friend Ron, and with their last letter they claimed to be traveling Rome. At the same time, seeing Janie sitting there in her red and white shirt and blue overalls, with the woven hat that had a ribbon dangling off to the side, she reminded him painfully of Luna. However painful it might have been to see his late wife within the image of his daughter he managed her a smile when she looked up at him. She smiled and waved before turning once more to the paper in her lap, now engrossed watching one of many images move about on the paper.

What neither of them knew however was that an air of indifference was strolling down the street not far from them, and it was sure to be a blast from the past to Harry once he saw who it was. Ironic or not it was Draco Malfoy who strode down the street, his hands shoved into his pockets of his black cotton pants. His shirt, while dress attire, was pressed clean and left un tucked. His own white blonde hair in need of a trim as it was curling at the nape of his neck, and beginning to hang in his eyes. Under his breath, however, he was muttering most foully about his many sessions with his shrink, and how much time he had wasted in the last eight years in seeing that ninny. He really did wish his mother would consider letting him off the hook. He wasn't mental anymore.

Honestly, he didn't hear people whispering when there weren't people to whisper around anymore! He didn't hear or see half of the things he had near the end of his sixth year at Hogwarts.

"Dad, dad, dad, dad," Draco heard a girl whine just up a head, followed by the sounds of what he supposed was her laughing. Arching an eyebrow, he glanced skyward. It was nearly dark out, darker shades of purple and now some fading blues were setting in over the pinks and oranges. There were no other families out on the street that he could see, still, he pressed on, even as the girl spoke once more to her father. "Daaaaaad! Daddy - you missed a spot!" The blonde man had to roll his eyes, a scowl setting in on his face. Shouldn't that girl be inside by now? Wasn't it dangerous to be out on the streets at this time, from what he had heard, Potters wife had been killed. An innocent bystander she was, too. The day's article was the first in many years that he had actually read that had Potter's name in it. It was a name he hadn't read in a while, not since he was at least twenty.

Finally, he could see the house with the little girl standing on the grass. From what he could see, she looked like a farm girl, with her overall pant legs rolled up to her knees, the sleeves to her red and white sleeved shirt rolled up as well, not to mention the fact that she was clutching a straw woven hat to her head, and she was standing in the grass bare foot, a copy of the Daily Prophet in her other hand. Even with her blond hair pulled back in a braid (and from what he could see, it was falling out of its tie), she looked exactly like one of those farm girl types, though she was a bit small, and it was rather hard for him to guess her age because of it. Just across the street from the house now he could see man, whom he supposed was her father, but his back was to him, so he didn't get a good view of his face - well, he didn't get a view of his face at all for that matter!

"I did not."

"Daddy, I can see a dry spot from here! You missed."

"Where then, Jane?

"Right there, can't you see it Dad? Honestly, I think you need new glasses," the girl gigged.

Draco watched as the two of them moved about the yard, the little girl pointing out the dry spot in the bushes to her dad, he rolled his eyes, and shifted his weight. He merely snorted when the girls father had sprayed her lightly with the hose, and she squealed and hurried to the front step once more, clutching her hat to make she it didn't fall, and still holding on to the Daily Prophet. It was then that Draco recognized the sound of the mans voice - and his laugh no less. For a moment, Draco gaped open mouth, very unMalfoy like, and his stomach gave a violent lurch, before he closed his mouth. He swallowed thickly, and dry mouthed. It couldn't have been, could it? He was sure that for the past five years that he had moved away from London - or at least to Yorkshire. Draco was sure that he wasn't still living in the local area. Oh, Merlin…

"Well, well. Saint Potter," The blonde drawled lazily as he crossed the street in a nonchalant manner. The words had felt so alien in his mouth, they hadn't been used in so long, and he inwardly flinched. "Fancy seeing you here. Long time no see, wouldn't you say, Potter?"

Janie, who was actually crouching on the front step now, in a cat like manner, snapped her head up at the upon hearing her last name. Harry instantly spun around. The tone of his voice, and that old name, Saint Potter, had caught his attention all to quickly, and he had turned in time to see a man, a blonde man crossing the street, stopping just on the sidewalk in front of the very lawn on which he stood. Harry couldn't be sure if he had visibly paled, but what he did notice was that his eyes had narrowed, and at once he recognized the pointed features of the man who stood just feet away from him. Defensive much? Oh, yes, and plus, this was Harry after all. His eyes remained narrowed, even as he dropped the hose, which was now off.

"I suppose a 'hello' would be asking too much of you now wouldn't, Potter-?"

"Janie, go inside." Harry said quickly, turning his head over his shoulder to make sure that his daughter followed suit in what she had been told. With a confused expression, Janie had jumped up from her crouching stance, nearly slipping as her feet were wet, and slowly entered the house, though she could be see peering out of a window not far from the door. Once he saw his daughter was inside, he turned back to the blonde man before him. "Malfoy," he said slowly, eyeing the man. "What are you doing here?"

"Ooh," Draco managed to snicker, building up his brick walls all over again, even though a part of him didn't want to, and a part of him did, and a good part of him was hurt by the look that he was getting from the raven haired man. "Not very friendly, are we? What's the matter, Potter, gone and let a birdie fly into your knickers? Can't have been too smart on your half, could it?" Oh, well, that probably wasn't the smartest thing to have said, was it? Draco knew this the moment it had rolled out of his mouth, and instantly he shut it, feeling as if he could bash his skull into a wall.

Harry's eyes had narrowed dangerously on Malfoy, his jaw, as well as his fists were clenched, and his knuckles were turning white. He could feel a dull pain in each of his palms as his nails slowly started digging into the tender flesh there. "Malfoy," the man managed through clenched teeth, his voice dangerously low. "Get the fuck away from me and my daughter - or I swear, Malfoy, I swear I'll have you."

Draco smirked. "Is that a threat or a promise," he drawled, then in a low voice said, just before walking away; "Because I believe you've already had me, Potter."

Scowling after the man, Harry curtly turned and walked back inside of the house, the door shutting with a loud thud. The repeated words in the blonde mans head, wouldn't leave him until his very far down the street, out of sight of that house.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Okay so this may or may not be as stupid as the first. But aren't the twins just like Draco was when he was younger? They are to me..