Chapter 13: The Letter
It was Saturday morning at the Granger-Weasley house. 6-year-old Rose and 3-year-old Hugo were sitting at the breakfast table while their 11-year-old sister served them two bowls with oatmeal and two cups of milk. Little Rose looked at her bowl suspiciously.
"Is it warm?" she asked.
"Not too hot, not too cold." Belle answered.
"You put sugar in it?" Rose asked.
"Two spoonfuls." Belle replied. Rose nodded and started eating.
"Look!" Hugo exclaimed, pointing at the kitchen's window. Both girls looked at it.
Upstairs, Ron and Hermione were enjoying a lie in. Since their eldest daughter had turned 11 and had proved to be quite resourceful when it came to tending her siblings, they had decided to take advantage of it and enjoy the worries-free weekend mornings. They were cuddling and kissing when suddenly Rose shouted, calling for them. It wasn't her usual Hugo-is-annoying-me scream. More like a death-eaters-are-after-us one. So Ron and Hermione got up, put their bathrobes on and literally flew downstairs to where their children were, wands ready to attack.
"What happened?" Ron asked, worried.
"Is everyone alright?" Hermione asked.
Belle rolled her eyes. "We're fine. It's just Rose being quite melodramatic. You can put your wands down now." She told them. Ron and Hermione looked confused.
"What was all the bloody yelling for, then?" Ron asked as Hermione glared at him.
"Language, Ronald." She scolded him as they put their wands away.
"Belle got a letter." Rose said while she caressed the little brown owl that was sitting at the table next to her. Ron and Hermione looked at it, shocked. The white envelope with the red stamp on it laid on the kitchen's table.
"Is it...?" Ron asked
Hermione just nodded, then she looked at Belle who looked something between scared and excited. Belle looked back.
"I wasn't going to open it without you two here." She said. Hermione smiled. She knew what that letter said, and she just couldn't wait for her daughter to find out.