Hi! I finally got round to posting Chapter 7! Anyways, remember last chapter? One of my reviewers gave my a brilliant idea about the Dumbledore children. A big thank you for HarryPotterismyentirelife! So, the list of names are below:

Honoria Athena Minerva McGonagall Dumbledore & Lilybelle Poppy Dawn McGonagall Dumbledore - twins, 15 years old

Jira Brain Kyle McGonagall Dumbledore - 14 years old

Kate Ariana Nancy McGonagall Dumbledore, Zoe Artemis Faye McGonagall Dumbledore & Bianca Ella Felicity McGonagall Dumbledore - triplets, 13 years old

Isabella Phoebe Loretta McGonagall Dumbledore & Isabelle Hannah Louisa McGonagall Dumbledore - twins, 12 years old

Julian Leroy Darrell McGonagall Dumbledore & James Francis Damien McGonagall Dumbledore - twins, 11 years old

Sagitta Hermione Jean McGonagall Dumbledore - 10 years old

Jordan Wulfric Benjamin McGonagall Dumbledore, Adam Dylan Percival McGonagall Dumbledore & Byron Sean Nigel McGonagall Dumbledore - triplets, 9 years old

Jezebel Thalia Katherine McGonagall Dumbledore, Sirius Albus Remus McGonagall Dumbledore & Jessica Rose Jasmine McGonagall Dumbledore - triplets, 8 years old

So, I think this is a pretty long author note. So, enough with the waiting, and let Chapter 7 begin!

"Mum, can I stay up late? Please?" With his ears pressed to the cupboard door, Harry could just make out the whiney and familiar voice. Then he heard a high, excited voice – must be Aunt Petunia, "Of course! My little Duddydums can do anything you want on Christmas Eve!"

Harry snorted. In his opinion, Dudley was far from 'little'. His mind drifted as he half-listened to the chatter outside. Aunt Minerva and some of the Dumbledores were going to pick him up tomorrow as soon as the Dursleys were out of the door. They were going to a magical place called 'Diagon Alley', where they would have ice-cream, and buy his very first Christmas present, or at least the first that wasn't broken or second-handed. He was jerked out of his imaginary daydream about the outing by the hammering on the door.

"Boy! Get out of there! You need to clean the bathroom! Or do you think you needn't do any work because of Christmas?" Harry heard a short bark of laughter, and the footsteps fading away. With a sigh, he got off the floor and flicked the spiders from his clothes. The Dursleys always treated Christmas as 'Torture Harry Day'. It seems the more he suffered, the happier they were.

He struggled up the stairs with a bucket of foamy water and a mop. Somehow the Dursleys always insisted on filling the bucket in the toilet downstairs rather than doing it upstairs. Then they would watch him heave the bucket up the staircase, sniggering and giggling.

This morning was no different than the rest. When he'd finally finished cleaning the bathroom, Dudley came in. He turned on the tap, clogged the drain hole, and watched, smirking, as the water flooded over the basin, splashing the freshly mopped floor. "Whopsie," he said, shrugging innocently. "I guess you have to clean it all over again." He watched Harry's face with a satisfied grin.

Harry had looked at Dudley with a face of shock, horror and anger while he was flooding the bathroom. Anger soon overcame the other emotions as he glared at Dudley's piggy face. A surge of dislike swept over him. How dare he? Harry had spent hours cleaning the toilet, and now he had to do it all over again! He felt a tug at his guts, and all of a sudden, toilet water was shooting out of the toilet. The jet of toilet water soared over Harry's head and was directed at Dudley's face, now wiped clean of all emotion apart from astonishment and fear. He spluttered, trying to get out of range of the water, and backed towards the door. With one last deadly glare aimed at Harry, he ran downstairs to tell his parents, sopping wet.

The water shut off immediately, as soon as Dudley was out of sight. Harry sank to the floor, suddenly exhausted. He knew what had just happened. Accidental magic will burst out of underage wizards or witches if they are feeling over-emotional, usually when they are angry. Aunt Minerva had told him about it, and warned him to try and control it. Now he felt even worse. He had disobeyed an adult, one of the people he had admired and loved the most. He also knew what would happen if he disobeyed a grown-up. His uncle and aunt had made that very clear. He shook as he thought of it.

A beating. The thing he feared the most.

Since the A/N above was long enough, this will be short. Anyways, in the chapter to come, Minerva will find Harry had been abused and she decides to adopt him! I know, this is expected because of my title - Harry's New Mother.

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P.P.S. I know this is kind of short, but I'm trying my best to lengthen it!