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Chapter 4.- The taming of the Shrew Daphne.
It was a beautiful morning in Melbourne and Neville Longbottom, the chief researcher of HJP's fragrance branch, was on his way to the gardens to investigate the latest progress on the new flower buds and their scents.
As usual, the new blooms and their development gave him a quiet sense of triumph. As his test results delivered a new array of possibilities, he sighed, disenchanted at the follow-up protocol.
By company policy, he had to register his potential fragrances with the legal department.
'Joy to the world,' thought Neville, walking out of Theodore Nott's office after filing the tedious paperwork. His magic was always on edge; something gave him the creeps, when close to the coiffed wanker.
Thankfully, this process was not frequent. Only after stepping out of the legal department and into the elevator was he able to release a breath of relief.
He pressed the floor number on the panel and noticed the doors didn't close with ease. He blinked and smiled at the oddity of a mangled set of doors on such an exclusive building. Only then did he realize he wasn't alone. There was a woman next to him.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you back there, hi."
The woman stiffly nodded in acknowledgment at his salute.
He thought to himself. "Okay, ghost chick." He then noticed he had a strange substance, like powdered chalk, on the lapel of his jacket. He touched the stain, curious to find out if the powdery stuff was wet or dry.
The elevator came to an abrupt stop and Neville fell on top of something soft.
After a moment of dizziness, he opened his eyes and realized he was on top of a woman, and that she had fainted after Neville knocked her out when she broke his fall.
"Oh, Merlin!"
He touched her face and noticed the red chalk from his fingers had painted her cheek. He did a quick magical scan and noticed she was unconscious, not dead. So, he started slapping her face. "Hey, wake up, wake up, please."
Daphne Greengrass opened her eyes to see a concerned pair of sky blue and honey topaz eyes, and what a beautiful sight it was. She tried in vain to make sense of her surroundings, the images, and wondered if she was drunk, dreaming, or what, because there was something different about this encounter. She just couldn't figure it out.
"Your eyes, they're so different. The outer rim is gold, while the inside rim is blue. They're so beautiful."
"Um, right, I, uh, I think you hit your head really hard."
She smiled and said, "Good, maybe I needed to get my ideas sorted, thank you."
Neville blinked. He took a second look. This woman looked somehow familiar, powerful. She was dressed in a business suit, of an exclusive design. She had her perfect golden hair in a Cleopatra cut, flawless makeup, and was primp and ready to conquer the world.
She reached out to touch his cheek and said, "You feel so warm, just like my favorite teddy bear."
Now Neville was blushing. He realized what was happening. The red chalk was not chalk, it was pollen. It was pollen from one of his flowers in the experimental flower beds. He remembered the buds had a curious side effect on everyone but him. He called them lust blossoms because any person, or animal, that came in range developed a need to mate after sniffing the red pollen.
Neville was oblivious to the fact that he was very close to the power lady, as he currently tried to understand the weird set of symptoms, assaulting him. She of course reminded of his compromising position as she sighed next to his ear and her soft lips in a shade of red kissed his cheek. He shivered and closed his eyes. He fought the need like a man opposed to drowning, as the water closed on his lungs, and stopped himself from kissing her back. He rose while holding her wrists, opened his eyes, and noticed her beautiful grey and blue eyes had this foreign, adoring look. Her face had a soft blush, and she was breathing through her mouth.
He cursed, "Fuck!"
He shook his head and with a mighty effort said. "I'm sorry, you are really beautiful, but this is so difficult, we might be under the influence of a toxin. I don't know your name, and I don't want to go to jail for taking advantage of you. For all I know you might be married to that arsehole Nott, and I…"
Daphne swayed her hips in a soft serpentine motion, uncaring if she was shocking the man on top of her. True, her pants had not been designed, to make her look girly, but more like a woman of class, still, she didn't care, her perfectly clean image got stained as she stroked him in that lewd approach of her hips against his, and the shape of her sex petted his. He blushed beautifully and was so honorable. If he was back in Britain and Hogwarts, he would have been a Badger. She softly replied to his garbled speech, "You're so sexy; it's not a toxin. We are compatible. My name is Daphne, Daphne Greengrass. I'm not married; I'm single and I wouldn't touch Theodore Nott with a ten-foot pole."
"Compatible, huh? Okay, I'm not married either, I'm single and I know exactly who you are. My name is Neville Longbottom. How lovely to make your acquaintance again, princess."
Daphne recalled who he was, and tried as hard as she could, she could not turn her memory off, nor stop her brain, from juxtaposing the image of that strange boy from years back, a gifted boy with a green thumb and that savagely handsome man in front of her. Nor the devastatingly beautiful, and strange eyes on him as his smile grew cruel at his recollection of her.
Guilt and shame tainted her memory. That chubby, awkward teen who had been the punching bag of many of the Hogwarts houses. The retrospection took her as far as being a witness of how even her best friend Tracy Davis started the rumor that Neville was the secret love child of Pomona Sprout and Hagrid. But, this horrible realization that her body, her magic, everything about this intimate moment, was getting to him in tandem, was a reminder that Fate was a bitch to those who behaved abhorrently to their magical counterparts, at any point in their lives. Daphne started trembling and tried to oppose the rise of temperature on her body, as she fought her desire. But her senses, her fevered brain, everything pointed to him, as the perfect match, and the lopsided smile on his face revealed, Neville was into her secret too.
"Shh, don't fight it. I recall being the village idiot of Hogwarts and even your best friend Tracy loved to single me out. That you were the Yule Ball queen while I was the odd guy who dated trolls with skirts, ah, such lovely memories. Anyway, I thought you and I would never cross paths again but our magic has a plan. I really want to kiss you but not like this, not while you are fighting magic and under the influence of a passion bud. Besides, you're feverish and something trapped us in the elevator, not so sexy, or comfortable for our first time, is it?" Asked Neville.
"Oh Fuck! Why? Why! With all the compatible males out there, did my body, my magic, myself react to a holier than thou, honorable Gryff?"
"Oh, I see. You don't mind me, except my house colors. What about my beautiful eyes, or that lovely seduction dance you are doing with your body? I mean, what scares you the most my darling Ice maiden, pledging your allegiance to a stupid heir of Gryffindor or the promise of a powerful set of babies that will raise havoc, while you and I smile with pride?"
"You dirty playing Gryff, I'm in heat, need, and you know very well that compatibility happens only when nature is trying to increase the magical population."
"Agreed, but compatibility can only be for perfect mates. So, put your prejudices to the side and I will apologize for my resentful walk through memory lane."
"Okay, no prejudice, only us."
"Nobody else but us," agreed Neville.
They ripped the doors open, and the firefighters noticed a couple holding on to each other. Both walked out and after a mild Confundus threw toward the firefighters and paramedics, the two in question Apparated to Neville's apartment.
The first thing that Neville took into consideration was that he never pictured Daphne to be so feral.
She jumped on him, and he fell flat on his arse. The next thing he knew, she had snapped her fingers and divested his chest of clothes. Now he felt like a chicken on a rotisserie, while Daphne resembled a wolverine about ready to feast.
"Don't you want to talk and get to know me?" asked Neville in a high-pitched voice.
"Right, let's talk about us, um, I'll go first, I'm single. I work as PR for HJP, the rolling van chef." She advanced on Neville on all fours. "I love reading, shopping, and rain, lots of it." She kissed his chest, right where his heart was.
Neville hissed. "Oh... what about sports?"
"Sports? I love Quidditch but I'm pissed at my home team. How could England lose in the semifinals?"
Neville kissed her. "Oh, a woman after my heart, so enticing, and yet so full of surprises."
Daphne felt her suit and the rest of her clothes disappear. His lips tasted better than liqueur chocolates, her favorite guilty pleasure. "I feel like such an idiot. I was so cruel to you, and you feel so good, and so far we've just kissed! I mean, I could have had this years ago. That's it, no looking back."
"What?" asked Neville as he felt her hurt.
She became more aggressive as she left a trail of kisses while her magic vanished the rest of his clothes. "Oh wow, you're hot!" He was so tall, muscles and even his chest hair was of gold and brown coloring, and just the right amount to have her drooling, everything about him, was enticing, powerful, dignified, even his smile was playful, true he had a blush on his chest and face, but it seemed to be a natural thing as he too was quite eager, to become one with her, and her admiration, made his temperature rise too.
Neville, who had some experience, had rarely felt so gawked at. Now, looking at Daphne blushing and smiling, sizing him up, and declaring he was a god among men, was odd. But not the awkward, odd, it was the magnetic type. So, just for kicks, he played the shy virgin. He smiled and said, "Please be gentle."
Daphne noticed his subtle change of demeanor. Still, she played along. "Gentle, I can do that."
She conjured a bed, linens, and a bottle of scented oil. They separated, and she pulled him to a standing position. While on his feet she got on the bed. In silence, she guided him to lie down on his belly. Softly, she began spreading the oil over his neck and shoulders in a thorough massage.
Heating her hands, rubbing circles, softly kneading, all the way to his toes. As he turned on his back his whole body had relaxed. Again she went from head to toe but avoided his pubic area. By the time she got done with his feet, she said, "Can I ask for a favor?"
Neville didn't trust himself to speak, so he nodded instead. Daphne added, "Don't touch me now, not just yet. You are the world's sexiest creature, and if you touch me, I might lose focus, and this, right now, is about you. So, could you keep your hands still for a while?"
Neville nodded his acceptance as he tried to make sense of this soft torture that he volunteered for on a whim. Never in his wildest dreams did he picture having her. She was exquisite, an apparition of pleasure, every fantasy in a woman, wrapped in one, her fair and flawless skin, that had the scent of desire, like a rare orchid, that against all odds, flourished and matured into a being of love, and she was touching him, doing this mating dance and looking at him, his manhood, with such loving adoration. She was slowly driving him insane as her small hands took his cock on a journey. Soft strokes, gentle pressure in combination with endless patience. He was going to die. He could only picture his tombstone. "Here lies Neville, he died from spontaneous combustion at the hands of his evil Queen, Daphne."
Daphne noticed he was looking at her and she smiled. His eyes turned to liquid fire, and he said, "Kiss me now witch." His voice was guttural and shook her to the core.
She nodded and stopped her ministrations. She moved up and kissed him and it was as though she was kissing desire itself. She gasped as she felt his hands guide her hips just above his manhood. He whispered, "Say stop, and I will. Say stop Neville, and I will."
She was coiled tight. She closed her eyes, breathed, and again opened her eyes to meet his eyes and said, "I don't want you to stop Neville, not now, never. Please, please take me." She kissed him as she felt lowered onto him in a soft joining.
"Ah, you're so tight. Fuck, you feel so good!" cried Neville.
She softly swayed her hips, adjusting to his girth. "I'm not dreaming am I?"
Again, Neville drew her face to his and kissed her, "No, you're not," his hips snapped, and she reacted, being the recipient, as her hips found the counter move and swayed and rotated in response, Neville raised his hand and his magic, pulsed from the tips of his fingers, he said, "Don't look away, stay with me, you so fucking beautiful, how dare you, be so radiant?"
Daphne felt like crying, his voice was drumming inside her chest, like an ancient chant of love, and tears made tracks on her face, as she understood the depth of this union. She was such a fool, for wasting half a life away, pursuing another, when, it was obvious; they created her as a perfect match for the man in her arms. She closed on him and kissed him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not being here for you before today, but I promise, I promise, on my magic, you are my home, my liege, my love, and mate, for now, and for as long as magic allows," her magic burst and covered him, as her promise got accepted by the universe.
"I don't deserve such a pledge, from a goddess, but I will take it and answer with a promise of my own, I'm sorry I didn't believe in love and searched for you before today, but, I promise on my magic, you are my home, my lady, my love and my mate, for now, and for as long as magic allows," his magic too manifested in a perfect an opposite ray of light, and the two strands, coalesced in one dual thread that crowned both as a balanced entity.
As the two held each other, and Neville decided he loved her on top, but he needed to give her a brand, a personal etch, he flipped her on her back, and placed Daphne's legs on his shoulders and with stamina unknown to her, shared with that gesture that she was his, as he was hers, a move that displayed a man in a frenzy while his woman created a close ring on his neck and while one of his hands kept her wrists trapped in a steely grip, his other hand was pinching her nipples, and labia, and teasing her clit, completely at his mercy. Neville smiled at his previous thoughts of spontaneous combustion, now he would burn, but he would not be alone, Daphne would burn with him too, and though it wasn't the traditional image of heaven, burning with her at any point in time, was paradise.
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Harry was visiting Hermione's office at HJP's headquarters and got a great idea on how to give the finger to Theodore Nott's business agreement.
Hermione was busy checking her schedule and noticed Harry had a strange smile. She walked to look at the point where he was focusing.
Harry noticed Hermione looking at her terrace; the perk of her office was that it had a balcony. She asked,
"What are you looking at?"
"Um, I was thinking, what if I grill a calf on your balcony?"
"What?" Hermione laughed at the idea.
"Yeah, I'm not kidding. HJP's CEO hosting the HJP's rolling van chef, and me creating a feast just for you?"
"Goodness, you don't like playing fair, do you?"
"I am playing fair. You love my cooking, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then think about it. This would be a close and intimate dinner in the summer evening and I even get to seduce the CEO of this beauty brand while everyone just watches and weeps. Yes, exactly my idea of fairness."
"And, of course, finding a loophole in Theo's agreement and rubbing it in that you kept your end of the bargain, all the while giving him the finger because you, Mr. Potter, got into my knickers first, that tiny detail, has nothing to do with this idea, right?" Asked Hermione while looking at the corner in which his grill would fit like a charm.
"Lord almighty, have I told you how much you scare me and seduce me with that gorgeous brain of yours?"
"I want a pina colada, finger foods, fruits, and sheep kabab… It makes little sense, the pina colada is not something I would ask, but I have a craving, oh well."
"Pina Coladas for everyone then."
Both turned to a knock at the door.
Hermione smiled at the tall man at her door. "Neville, come in. Goodness, I forgot about our appointment."
Harry stood still with an odd expression on his face. "Neville Longbottom?"
The man turned and arched his eyebrow and asked, "Harry, Harry freakin' Potter, is that you?"
Both joined in a brotherly embrace, patting each other. "What the hell are you doing here Nev?"
"Me, what about you? Hey, I heard about Luna. Sorry man, she was one in a million. I work here; I'm part of the franchise — natural oils and fragrances," said Neville, sitting down in a chair.
"Amazing. You just disappeared after graduation. Not that I blame you, but damn I almost didn't recognize you. Life has been good to you Nev."
"It has, as of late. Yes, it has."
Colin Creevy, Hermione's secretary, knocked and said, "Miss Puckle, Miss Greengrass is here. Should I let her in?"
"Oh, right, yes please show her in. We agreed she could be present when you stepped into the building," said Hermione to Harry.
It was then that Daphne walked in wearing a summer dress in gold and red, and missed on the third party that was sitting behind the CEO and Harry.
Her attire and demeanor made an impression as Harry and Hermione's eyebrows almost disappeared into their hairlines with shock.
"Miss Puckle, Harry, good afternoon. I came as soon as I was able," said Daphne. Unnoticed by the others, Neville smirked at that and thought 'Oh, yeah, we both did and it was perfect!'
"What?" Asked Daphne as both Harry and Hermione remained gobsmacked at her appearance and bubbly attitude.
"I think the end of the world is near. Daphne, are you feeling alright? You know you're wearing scarlet and gold, right? My goodness, I never thought I would see you smile as much, ever," said Harry, a bit preoccupied.
Daphne laughed, she added, "Of course I know I'm wearing scarlet and gold. I've met someone and, god, he vanished my business suit and gave me this dress. He told me to wear the Gryffindor colors with pride, since I was going to be his bride, then spanked my bum and told me I was a lucky one."
"What did you do then?" asked Hermione in a steely tone.
"I flipped him on his arse, told him I loved his heart and his sexy moves. But, if he ever took me for granted and hit me without a safe word, I would detach his arms and legs with a single curse."
"Good," said Hermione.
"What happened then?" Asked Neville, revealing his presence.
"After a long make-out session in which he pledged to be a good little boy, and I perfected my spanking method, we came to an agreement," answered Daphne with a slight blush.
"Really and what was that?" asked Neville as he rose from his seat, closing the distance between him and his woman. Harry and Hermione felt the magic swirl around them.
Daphne stood her ground, lifted her chin, and answered. "I would wear his Gryffindor colors if he wore boxer shorts with a green and silver theme and snakes, and every time he got hard the snakes would hiss their approval on his mate."
It was then that Neville's underwear started hissing. Which made Harry and Hermione acknowledge with laughs and shock that Daphne and Neville were the newest couple in the room.
"Oh, my god Neville! She wasn't kidding! Your underwear? Is it hissing?!" Inquired Harry.
"Yeah, yeah it is, my bride-to-be is wearing my colors; it's a day for celebration. I just bagged myself a queen and I feel like shouting from a rooftop that she's mine."
"I feel the same way. However, I feel it's rude to brag," said Daphne.
"Unless it's someone, or a multitude of someones, who deserve to be educated," said Hermione. She smiled. "Let's do that dinner but not here. Let's make it at my house and let everyone know on social media that HJP is not in conflict with HJP's rolling van chef."
Winky appeared seconds later with a tray with a couple of virgin Pinas Coladas and champagne glasses. The men took the champagne and both Hermione and Daphne the liquor less fruity cocktails, while Harry added, "Thanks Winky, and a toast, to educating the masses." While Daphne added, "Yes, and flipping the finger to condescending lawyers who think there are no loopholes in their proposals."
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Harry looked at Hermione smiling and raising her sparkling apple juice in a champagne glass, while Tim adjusted the angle of the camera.
Harry was a fantastic show host. Neville made an appearance and prepared a succulent salad. Harry rubbed steaks in spices which made Hermione blush as he winked in her direction. Winky presented orange and lemon sherbert, while Daphne laughed silly at Paddy sniffing and welcomed Neville to the fray in his usual style. "Ew, no, no, get off me, you big black menace, ugh, no licking,"
It was then that princess Potter came to the rescue. "Paddy, behave, leave the very tall and nice man alone, he's goofy like that when he finds a kindred spirit."
"Oh, my goodness, you're Lily, aren't you?" Asked Neville. While the girl, in question, answered in a very dignified manner. "Um, yes, and you are?"
"My name is Neville Longbottom, I was a friend of your mums," Lily nodded and smiled. "Welcome to our home Mr. Longbottom, my name is Lily Maia Potter." "You look just like her, except you have your father's hair and eyes, and thank you for taking care of the big shaggy dog, he's very playful, isn't he?"
"Oh yeah, come on Paddy, let's play ball, excuse me Mr. Longbottom I have to keep him entertained while daddy works, it was very nice to meet you, bye," said Lily as she called Paddy to her.
It was unusual to him, to see such a massive beast follow the little girl like a tame puppy. Neville smiled and watched her go. When he felt a refreshing charm on himself, he turned and noticed Winky had snapped her fingers and was now resuming her other activities. Daphne got close and hugged him and Neville kissed her cheek while whispering into her ear. "Can we have at least two girls and a boy?" She took his face and kissed him, after she added, "We'll just have to pray that they are healthy and complete, and I'm sure we'll love them no matter if they are girls or boys."
Hermione looked at Harry while he was busy talking to his old classmates. She couldn't react to him having a history with both Neville and Daphne. She had found a very interesting, complex, responsible, sensual man, in a way it was daunting as it was exciting, she smiled to herself. It was probable, she might never come to terms with not being alone, more now, since she had noticed magical compatibility and that magic made compatibility a reality when the magical births were low, it was something similar to mating season and babies in one movement.
Hermione knew that her body was changing. Something outside her logical mind kept hinting that life, lady magic, or whatever was out there, was aware that her body, her mind, and soul were ripe for reproduction, plus her dreams kept relaying images of herself looking through a looking glass and displaying her with babies.
Dreams that kept her quiet, while Harry displayed a soft twinkle in his eyes every time the word baby was mentioned. Harry snuck up on her, and his scent, his lovely scent announced his closeness. He then said to her ear: "We need to talk Hermione,"
For a second she tried not to panic, however, looking back, that phrase brought an array of memories of teenage heartbreak. "We do?"
"Yeah, when were you going to tell me you are the descendant of Jane Puckle?"
"What?"
"My grandfather, Charlus Potter, along with Bilius Weasley and Jane Puckle, were the golden trio of heroes from the wizarding world back in the 40s. My grandfather lamented to his last breath losing sight of Jane Puckle, the brightest witch of her generation. She moved away but left with such stealth that the wizarding world back in Britain believed she passed away. To my grandfather, it was a substantial loss, he started a political career and paved the way to change wizarding law away from the bigoted laws of old, in order to support the new-bloods. Jane was a muggle-born, and my grandpa believed she became so disenchanted with the old institutions she renounced her magic. No one could locate her magical signature, not the goblins and not the gnomes of Zurich, what happened to her?"
"According to my dad, she moved from England to Oz. While here, she met a very kind man, a non-magical doctor, that courted her. Dr. Adam Granger, a very stubborn man, made her smile. She said nothing about her childhood or her life before moving down under, but he erased a horrible scar on Nana's forearm that read: 'Mudblood,' Magic seemed to skip my father, but not me. My Nana knew I was magical from age three and she took me under her wing, taught me everything she knew. At age eleven she apparated me to the magical center and took me to the Zurich gnomes bank to open an account when the teller asked for my name. I said: "My name is Hermione Jane Puckle," my grandma burst into tears and said to the teller, "You heard her, put her name down, and transfer the contents of Jane Puckle's vault into her new vault." The gnomes admitted they had been looking for Jane Puckle, however, by then the ghosts of her past were gone. After I started magical education, she passed away."
"My grandfather lamented her disappearance, I think he was so messed up from war, he could never express his feelings to that damaged girl, or so my father shared. My grandpa died a year before I was born. My father had his own issues, his first bride died because of a blood feud trap, they ambushed the couple, and they killed his fiance in a Bombarda attack. They transferred my father to St Mungo's convalescing and die, my mother, a muggle-born healer, opposed the diagnosis and helped him recover his mobility and without meaning to, his interest in love. My mother enchanted my father by not falling for his silly antics. According to my father, he believed the family legacy that the Potter males were cursed to love and to lose their first love, because of their blatant ignorance about magic and compatibility centuries ago. The old story told that a Potter ancestor contested magical compatibility, and ignore a powerful witch of simple origins, a muggle-born. Because of this, the male line would always lose their first love, and if humble enough, their second love would become their compatible mate. My grandfather Charlus believed Jane was to be his bride, but because he got dazed and confused after the war, he lost his chance."
"What, wow, that's pretty dark, your sons Ori and John, and the babies we might have, if born male, will they experience this heartbreak?"
"The kids know the family history, but they know that without second chances the Potter's would've been erased a long time ago. You can't have it halfway, it's all or nothing, no thanks to that arsehole ancestor that spat to the sky and, instead, had the spit landing on his face,"
"You really believe fate had a hand, Harry? Bringing us together?"
"All I know for certain is that meeting you is the one thing I would redo, over and over and over in an unending time loop, if it means kissing you for the first time after you declared I was very impressive."
"Well, what was I supposed to do, not seize the moment? Fat chance of that happening… I mean, for a second I believed it was a trap, think about it? There was this very cute guy, who was wearing a wedding band, being nice, and funny, and felt so good, skin to skin, I thought I was going to go into that show 'Cheaters' and that you were the bait."
"I was bait? No! you were the bait, you were the gorgeous model that was vulnerable and trembling against me, while I was trying to think unsexy thoughts. I was thinking of so many things, counting sheep, kittens, dolphins, and then your image wearing a baby doll and nurse hat and reading a story to me, surrounded by sheep, dolphins, and kittens too. I started hallucinating, my brain somehow told me you were scenting me, and I tried to resist those beautiful chocolate eyes, or that silky skin of yours and then you pulled me into a car. I mean, someone could have kidnapped me, no, wait a sec, I was taken, but you kept kissing me, and my brain took a nap for the ride,"
"Until you woke up and did that sexy dance and took your clothes off and then said I promised you a spanking, I mean, what was I supposed to say, besides, yes please and more?"
Someone cleared his throat, Tim pointed at Neville and Daphne blushing.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Tim, if you streamed this conversation, I'm going to be pissed, and what Nev? We call this foreplay, the makeup sex is brilliant."
Both Nev and Tim pointed at a couple behind.
"Please, don't let it be my parents?" Added Hermione.
"Hi there son, hello there, goodness gracious, she's beautiful, hi there, I'm James Potter," said an older version of Harry.
"Hi there, you're right James, she's radiant, my son always had impeccable taste, hi there I'm Lily Potter." Said a very distinguished-looking lady of auburn hair and lovely green eyes.
"Mom, dad, wow, what are you guys doing here?" Asked Harry while blushing.
"Grandpa!" little Lily cried, with joy, as Paddy appeared in front of the elders and after two seconds jumped James and licked him. "No, no, ew dog spit, get off me you crazy mutt." While older Lily, little Lily, and Hermione laughed at the doggy love attack.
Harry approached the camera. "Well, it's been a long day, I hope you enjoyed our happy gathering, thank you, and good night."