Chapter II
Sykes's POV
I rolled my eyes, as my mother hugged her best friend from her school days. My mother was so pathatic. Her friend, a Harry Potter, was, supposedly, this famous wizard who survived the killing curse. Ohhh, that's so amazing. I rolled my eyes again. I walk to the rear of the car and let my dog, Bruno, out. He is a giant black long haired German Shepherd, who I've had since I was three. It seems like my mother has completely forgotten about me, so I lean against the trunk and pat Bruno on the head. I hear a door open and shut, a red headed woman had come out the house, followed by a little red headed boy.
"Ginny!" my mother cries, running and hugging the woman as well. By the look of it, you would suspect that my mother doesn't have any friends what so ever. The little boy is only about five or six, but I can already tell he is going to be a dunderhead.
"Oh, Hermione. It's so good to see you." the woman replied, hugging her back. I try not to gag, but it is so pathatic. A girl, about eleven or twelve came out of the house and ran to the woman. She had black hair and alot of freckles; she was followed by a boy the same age and same hair and he too had freckles.
"Oh, joy, twins." I mutter, talking myself; I've realized, I do that alot. I figure because no one is intellagent enough out there to talk to, so I'd rather talk to myself.
"Hermione, this is Arty," the woman named Ginny introduced, pointing to the little boy, "and those are Lilian and Jamie." she continued, pointing to the twins.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Hermione." the older boy said, smiling and holding out his hand. My mother shook and laughed.
"They are so polite." she commented. I usually like it when no one is paying attention to me, but I hate to be ignored. I clear my thoart loud enough for then to notice me, but short enough not to give myself away.
"Who is this, fine young lad?" the woman asked, smiling at me. I smirked back, but it quickly turned into a frown. I never smile.
"This is my son, Sykes." my mother introduced, walking over and brushing piece of my hair out of my face.
"Hello, Sykes. I'm Harry and this is my wife, Ginny. There are three of our children-" The man started.
"Arty, Lilian and Jamie." I finish, showing I'm not completely deaf. He smiled and held out his hand. I guess he wanted me to shake it, but I decided just stare at him. It made him look like a complete idiot. He finally put his hand down, putting it in his pocket.
"Don't you have another daughter?" my mother asked, disturbing the awkward silence.
"Yes, Mary. How old are you, Sykes?" Ginny asked, smiling at me.
"Fourteen, fifteen June the Twenth."I answered, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Well, you and Mary should get along fine. She turns fifteen in August." Harry explained. The twins walk up to me and stare at me, like the dunderheads they probably are.
"You remind me someone." The girl said. I cock my eyebrow and rolled my eyes. Like I cared.
"Who, dear?" her mother asked, all eyes turning to her.
"I'm not sure. Jamie, does he remind you of someone?" she asked her brother. He took a step toward me and looked me up and down. He was rubbing his chin. He thought any harder he might actually have an idea.
"Yea, Professor Snape." he finally said