AN- Two Chapters of TOAT in one week, and one more to go, can you guys handle that much of Emily, Harry and Ron? Thanks for you're reviews!
A special thanks to da ruth, who proofread this chapter for me.

Chapter 26

Family Fun

"We're home!" Harry screamed as he opened the door to his house, the one that he now shared with his family.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy," Emily ran over to her mother and jumped into her arms. "I've missed you so much. Did you see the picture I made outside?"

"Yes, I did. It's beautiful honey." Daughter still in her arms, Hermione walked into the living room and saw all the decorations that were hung up. "Did you do all this too?"

"Yeah Mom. Me and Uncle Ron did. And Daddy helped with that poster up their too."

Hermione flashed both Harry and Ron a smile, showing the men she was grateful. The mother placed her daughter back on the floor right in front of her.

"Now your Dad has something he wants to tell you."

Harry sat down in front of the girl on his knees because he wanted to be at her level. Looking straight into her eyes, he talked to her.

"Emily, you need to go to sleep."

The child sighed, disappointed at the command. She was so sure her Dad had something exciting to tell her, but she was wrong. What surprised her was that Harry continued talking.

"Because your mother and I have a big day planned for you tomorrow, and we don't want you to be one bit tired."

Emily's disappointed face immediately turned into a smile, happy that she was going to have a full day with both of her parents, together.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up." Harry called out, screaming up and down the hallways of his house. Making his way over to Hermione and Emily's room, he rapped on the door. "Get up sleepy heads."

"Harry," Hermione yelled back at him. "It's too early, go back to bed." She advised. Harry was up before Emily was, and that's saying something, because she was a very early riser.

"No, no, no," Harry told her. He turned the knob and busted into the room, not even giing a second thought as to whether or not Hermione sleep naked. But luckily, she wasn't.

Without stopping at Hermione's bed, he marched straight over to his daughter. Getting on his hands and knees, he gently woke up the small form that was hidden underneath the covers. Emily slowly woke up, and stared at the man in front of her. It took a second for her to grasp the scene around her, but then-

"Daddy!" She called out. Sitting up in the bed, she gave him a good-morning hug.

"Good morning to you." Harry said sweetly. "It's time for your surprise, get up."

"Yay!" Emily yelled. Jumping out of bed, she ran over to the closet and began searching for some clothes to wear.

"Not for another three hours," Hermione argued.

"You can never be too early." Harry informed her. "Plus it'll be really exciting for her, seeing all the different people doing magic. And they start practicing really early. So come on, just get up."

Harry grabbed Hermione's hand, not taking no for an answer. He pulled her up and out of bed. "Get dressed."

"Okay, okay," Hermione said, joining Emily over in the closet. She couldn't hide the smile that was forming on her face.

Where are we going?" Emily asked her father. She left the closet, not doing a great job of picking out her own clothes anyway. She decided to leave that job up to her mother.

"We're going to a professional Quidditch Game, so you can watch some real people play."

"We are?"

"Yes, we are."

"Thank you, thank you daddy. This is going to be so much fun." She ran over to Harry and gave him another huge hug.

"Okay Harry." Hermione said, turning around to face him. "If you want us to get ready, you might want to leave the room so we can get dressed.

"Right, okay." Harry said, walking out of the room.

"Emily, come here." Harry advised. They had yet to leave the house, but they had now gotten slightly closer to leaving; they were at least down at the bottom of the stairs, on the first floor. Harry pulled out his wand and held it up to Emily's face.

"No way, Harry, you are not going to do that to our daughter!"

"Why not Hermione?"

"No, you are not going to paint our daughter's face orange just to support your favorite team."

"Hey, it'll be fun. Let's let Emily decide." Harry challenged. "Emily, do you want me to paint your face orange."

"Okay Daddy."

"See, she's okay with it." And with one flick of his wand, Emily had orange face paint striped up and down her face. Harry followed this same motion again, except with the wand held up to his own face. "How do we look?"

"Cute," Hermione said truthfully.

"Please Hermione, join us please."

"Yeah, c'mon Mommy, that way we can all look the same."

"Alright, fine," Hermione said, feeling as if she had to give in.

Harry flicked his wand over Hermione's face, giving her a matching face.

"You know, we should really take a picture of this." Harry commented. "I'm going to go and grab my camera."

A few minutes later, Harry arrived with the camera, and a picture was snapped, one that would be saved in the photo album for years to come.

"Now I hope were not sitting way up at the top of the stadium like we were back in forth year." Hermione said, putting her two cents in.

"Nope, no way, were much closer."

Harry in the lead, the trio climbed up three flights of stairs, past the hysterical fans, and the rich snobs. Turning into the aisle, they each sat in there designated seats; Harry on the left, Hermione on the right, and Emily smack dab in the middle.

Emily placed all of her attention down toward the Quidditch Pitch, where she knew all of the action was going to take place. Minutes after the arrived, players from each team hopped onto their brooms and soared through the sky, a way to warm up for the big game. Emily's eyes widened, amazed at the players.

"Wait until you see these, I'll be right back." Harry got up and walked down the aisle, towards a whole big group of people.

"Where's he going, Mommy?" Emily asked, taking her eyes off the Quidditch players and onto her father.

"To the souvenir stand probably," Hermione guess.

"Oh, okay."

Emily knew she didn't have anything to worry about, her vision wandered back to the field, where the chasers were having fun passing the quaffle back in forth, in different drills. A few were also shooting them inside the keeper's rings. The toddler was still amazed.

The players feeling as though they were warmed up enough, one by one they landed on the ground and headed back toward the locker rooms in order to change into their game robes. Emily was disappointed to see them go, as their skills were really entertaining her.

"Where are they going?"

"To get ready for the game, honey; you don't want them to get hurt, do you."

"No, I guess not."

Harry had finished his journey to the stand and arrived back at there seats, arms full of special treats he knew would help to make there day even more special. He kept the items in his lap as he sat down, making sure they wouldn't fall on the ground and break.

"Here, try these."

Harry found the weird spectacles that he had bought and handed them over to Emily. The vision helpers looked somewhat like muggle binoculars, but with many more knobs and buttons on them. Emily took them from Harry and held them up to her eyes, but all she could see was the dark.

"I think there brokes," Emily informed him.

"No, no, no." Harry took the omniculars out of her hands and played with several of the knobs. "Try them now."

For the second time, Emily brought the magical object up to her eyes. This time, though, instead of seeing darkness, she saw her father, and really close up to.

"Wow!"

"Yeah, aren't they fun?" Harry asked. Looking through the rest of products that he had got. Taking a butter beer for himself, he passed the other over to Hermione. The other bottle he had was full of pumpkin juice, which he gave to Emily.

Taking a sip of the refreshment, she turned to her mother, who took it in her hands, not wanting her to spill it.

"What's that?" she questioned curiously, pointing at a small box Harry was holding in his hand.

"This is a chocolate frog. You ever had one before?"

"Not only are you taking her to a Quidditch game," Hermione interjected, "But you painted her face, and now you're feeding her food that's going to rot her teeth."

"And since I knew you were going to say that, I bought some . See, I think of everything." Harry grinned over at her, winning the battle. "Emily, this chocolate is special, because it hops, like a real frog. When I open the box, you have to be ready to catch it, okay?"

"Okay"

Slowly, Harry took off the cover of the frog, who immediately hopped up and over Emily's head. She jumped up; arms raised high above her head, trying aimlessly to catch him in her hands. The enchanted chocolate landed on Hermione's head. She snatched it before it was able to hop away.

"Hold your hands out, and make sure not to let it go, since you want to eat it.

A horrid look flashed across the toddler's face. "I don't want to eat it."

"Okay, I will then," Hermione said. Even though she hated to admit it, she loved to eat chocolate frogs. She brought it up to her mouth, but before she was able to eat it, her daughter was shoving it away.

"You can't eat it!" Emily exclaimed.

"I can't?" Hermione asked her daughter, confused.

"No," Emily looked from her mother's confused face to her father's amused one. "You see, I never had a pet before, so can we keep it?"

Hermione smiled at her daughter. "You want to keep the chocolate frog as a pet."

"Yes Mom, Dad, can I, please?" She pleaded with the two older figures.

Harry looked into Hermione's chocolate eyes, realizing she had the same answer as he. "Sure… But what are you going to name it.

Emily thought for a second. "Todd."

"Okay Todd," Harry said, talking to the frog while entertaining his daughter. "Let me put you back into the box." He took the frog out of Hermione's hands and held it tightly in his own.

"You can't put him back in the box!" Emily commanded.

"Why not?" Harry asked, wondering the toddler's logic.

"Because then I can't see him."

Knowing exactly what Emily was thinking, Hermione conjured up a very small cage. Emily took it from her mother and Todd from her father, and placed it inside the cage.

One of the Quidditch teams' captain came out on to the field and hopped onto his broom. He did a few quick laps around the pitch, mostly trying to gain the audience's attention.

"Mommy, Daddy, look at that!" Emily said in excitement. After placing the Todd on the ground in his cage, Harry slowly took Emily's hand and guided her back into her seat, making sure she wouldn't get hurt.

The opposing team captain joined the other in the air. He too flew around and around, fans roaring at him and egging him on.

"Welcome the visiting team Falmouth Falcons." The announcer's voice projected itself through the ears of every person in the stands. Six quidditch players, all wearing matching grey and white uniforms glided out of the locker rooms and took a lap around the field.

"And now, here is your home team, the Chudley Cannons."

Harry, Hermione and Emily screamed as loud as possible, their voices combining with the other thousands of fans in the stands.

The two teams each lined up facing each other in their correct positions on the field. A referee met up with the two captains in the center of the pitch, making sure they shook hands. Placing a whistle in her mouth, a loud noise sounded throughout the whole stadium. The players each raced around and around the field.

"And the Cannons first have possession of the quaffle. Roberts passes the ball over to teammate Jones, who rushes closer and closer towards the keeper. She throws it into an empty ring. The keeper dives to the quaffle but just misses, and it goes into the ring. Cannons lead it ten to zero."

"Yes," Harry said to his two guests. He clapped loudly and both girls joined in, showing their team spirit.

"Smith now has the quaffle, who sends it over to the other chaser. But, oh my god, it looks like the Cannons intercepted the quaffle. Jones is dashing down to the keeper. She throws the ball in and, SCORES. The keeper looks mad about that play."

Fifty minutes of intense Quidditch playing was watching without one glimpse of the snitch from either seeker. Cannons were winning a close game, only seventy to fifty; with sever injuries on each team due to the nasty flying bludgers.

"I think yes Edwards from the Cannons has definitely spotted the golden snitch. The Falcon's seeker noticed this too, and he's rushing over to beat his enemy to the special ball which gives the team the victory!"

"He's got it, he's got it!" Harry told his girls, rooting his team on.

"Edwards places his hand around it, but oh no, the seeker pushes him away from it, and he flies down toward the ground. This has been a really harsh game here folks."

"It's not over yet," Harry said optimistically, "He can still get it."

"Edwards is flying back over toward the other seekers at such speeds; I'm surprised we can still see him. He pushes Harris out of the way and inches closer and closer towards the snitch. And yes folks, he caught it. CANNONS WIN, CANNONS WIN."

AN- I don't know why, but I really liked writing this chapter, and it only took me two days! I think i should get an award for this... Or how about, wait I got it, some reviews?!?!
One more chapter, which should be up Thursday. I've gotten about half of it written, but I'm still not sure how to end this one.
Anyways, I'm don't blabbering on. Please Review.
Kelly