The Inculcators

By

Snuffles4Eva

A/N: I'm still looking for a new name and description, and so far I haven't had anyone suggest anything (Except one guest, whom I thank profusely for telling me they had no idea – THANK YOU!). Please guys?

Disclaimer: This is the part of the story I spend longest thinking about – grieving that in fact my name is not Jo, but, for the sake of personal privacy, you can call me Ms Snuffles.

Chapter 3: Smashing

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'Ginny?' Harry breathed, transported into his memories. His eyes scanned over the tiny person in front of him, taking in every detail. They narrowed as he saw something in her hand.

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'Lily!' Ginny darted forward to hug her small daughter, but suddenly someone rushed in front over her, knocking her over. He grabbed the thing in her hand, turned around, and threw it with all his might through the window that they were standing near.

A closed window.

'Smashing' Lily commented.

'Harry!' came Ginny's shocked voice. Harry winced. He knew that tone, and it was never good. Reluctantly he turned around to face his wife.

'HARRY JAMES POTTER! What was that? How DARE you throw your own daughters book out of a window! A Hogwarts Window! In what world do you think that is even remotely acceptable? How-'

'-Er, mum?' A younger, mildly amused voice broke Ginny's rant.

'Yes dear?' Ginny's voice was kind and composed, but her eyes never left Harry. He cringed, knowing that he had some explaining to do.

'You seem to be channelling Grandma at the moment'

'WHAT?'

'Just thought you ought to know'

'I was? I'm so sorry dear!' She directed this at Harry, stepping forward and whispering in Harry's ear 'I'll deal with it my own way' before nipping his earlobe. He gulped.

'Judging by the look on Dad's face, that's something that I shouldn't know about. So, I know what's on your menu tonight.' Lily added, dryly.

'Lily!' Ginny exclaimed.

'Great! Now I'm mentally scarred. I'll have to make a note to try and cover that one up ASAP' Lily finished nonchalantly, admiring her nails.

'What, young lady?' Ginny was shocked. Lily was only a second year. She looked at her husband, trying to get his reaction to Lily's comments. Harry was just thankful his daughter had distracted Ginny's attention from him. He smiled, relieved, at his daughter, who smirked at him, distracting him so Ginny could slap him 'round the face.

'Ow! What is it with you and slapping?'

'It's fun-' she replied

'-Sadist-' Harry muttered.

'-Especially with you' she added in a low voice.

'Maybe I should try it someday' Harry responded in an equally low voice. He noted that Ginny's gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes had darkened somewhat.

'That would be nice'

'I thought I was in trouble?' He raised his eyebrows slightly.

'You are' she purred.

'Still Here!' Lily exclaimed 'and almost driven to insanity by you two! Seriously! You two have almost whole damn ('Language, young lady!') year to do whatever you want to do to each other – Eww, that's disgusting ('Trust me honey, in another 6 years, I wish you would still feel that way' Harry muttered, and Ginny smacked him again 'So soon, honey? I thought we would have at least made it home!' she stomped on his foot.) - but this is the one place where I have my sanity, and I refuse to lose it!' Lily finished, a little out of breath. Harry and Ginny looked at each other, and stepped away from each other. 'Thank you very much!' she cried, before continuing down the hallway.

'Lily wait! You forgot your…. Er… whatever you were carrying!' Harry called after her.

'Whose fault is that?' Ginny muttered, and Harry shot her a glare as Lily walked back down the hallway, and stood by the window.

'Nice shot dad. Can't even see it.'

'Your father always did have a good aim'

'Why, here I am thinking you never noticed! Thanks, hun' Harry smiled at his wife.

'How could I not notice? You were always out there on the Quidditch pitch, frolicking with Ron, although how you put up with him I do not know'

'Watching me were you?'

'No!'

'Denial!' Harry practically sang.

'Shut Up!' Lily shouted 'Can you to even have a conversation without flirting? You've got three kids, for crying out loud! The mental scarring!'

Ginny and Harry glanced at each other, then back at Lily.

'Maybe I should speak in terms you will be able to understand: The Medical Bills!'

Harry and Ginny cringed simultaneously.

'Now you're getting the picture! Glad we've come that far. Now get me my di- er book back'

'Wait, what did you say that was?' Harry jumped on his daughter's mistake as fast as lightning.

'Er, a book. You know, the thing has pages and everything!' Lily's 'wit 'was lost on her parents. She sighed. 'My Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook? You know? The things that teach you stuff?'

'They still teach that class?' Ginny said disbelievingly.

'Yes, they still teach that class. And do you know who the teacher is?'

'Do enlighten us dear'

'Professor Scamander'

Both Harry and Ginny burst into laughter.

'Rolf?' Harry squeezed the word in before he collapsed in laughter once more.

'Rolf Scamander is teaching you DADA?' Ginny carried on, also finding this information incredibly amusing.

Lily looked at her laughing parents in confusion before replying 'I used the word teaching loosely. Storytelling, is more like what we do in the hour that is our DADA 'class'' She used inverted commas to demonstrate her point.

Ginny composed herself and turned to her daughter, laughter still dancing in her eyes. 'I'm glad that you have a teacher at least. Even if he is Rolf' she glanced at Harry, who had taken his glasses off, and was wiping his eyes. 'We'd better get you your text book back, anyway. You'll definitely need it if ol' Rolf is teaching.'

'Not really, Mum, 'cos we never learn anything that's actually in the text book anyway. Example is, our last essay was one on 'nargles' or something stupid like that, and I scoured ever page of this text book, then every book in the Library trying to find it. In the end, I found it mentioned in some first year's copy of The Quibbler...'

Harry looked at Ginny, and they both said 'Luna' and turned back to their daughter.

'Textbook?' Lily reminded them.

'Oh, yeah'

'So what're you going to do about it, genius?' Ginny addressed Harry.

'Why do I have to think about this?'

'Because you are the one who threw it through the window! And here's the guy who got an O on his DADA O.W.L'

'Well, I had a good teacher'

'Yeah, one out of 5'

'That's not my fault though, is it? Without me, that would still be going on!'

'Oh, yeah, forgot about that thing with Voldy, you know, all the crying, and heart-break and loss!' Ginny said sarcastically.

'You never did thank me for the whole saving the world thing'

'Well, we'll have to change that, won't we' Ginny smirked

'And they're at it again!' Lily was feeling sick at the sight of her parents, and their incessant flirting 'You two are incorrigible! I'll make you a deal. You get my text book back, and I'll wonder off, and you can have all the alone time you need. Sound fair?'

Ginny looked at her daughter. Harry looked at Ginny. Lily looked at Harry.

'Is anybody actually listening to me?' Lily exclaimed disbelievingly.

'I am!' A small Hufflepuff first year peeped out from behind a coat of armour.

'Honestly' Lily breathed, just as Harry said 'The Cheek!'

Ginny stepped towards the youngster, and stared at her.

'How long have you been standing there?'

'Well I heard something about 'at it again' and 'incorrigible' and- Whoa! Is that Harry Potter?'

'Yes, it is' Ginny was impatient to get on 'but what-'

'-He's very handsome isn't he?'

'What? You're a first year! You shouldn't be saying things like that!'

'Is he single?'

'NO!'

'That's a shame'

'Not for me'

'I think that the whole of womankind would think that's a shame. He's like the hottest guy who ever lived!'

'Excuse me! You are a first year!'

'So what? I still think he's hot. Why's he not single, then?'

'Because he's married to me!'

'See, it is a shame. What a waste of such a hot guy'

'Argh, you… you… you… argh!'

Ginny lunged for the Hufflepuff, but the young girl was too quick, and she had quickly dashed down the hallway.

'I'm leaving now!' the Hufflepuff dashed to the corner, but stopped and looked back at Ginny. 'But it really is disappointing. He could 'a been the worlds' fittest guy. Alas, he's married. What a waste. It's almost painful' Ginny took off after the Hufflepuff, who quickly saw that moving was the only other option to dying at the hands of Ginny.

Harry had been quite amused during this spectacle, but when he saw his wife running murderously after the young girl, he thought it was time to put an end to the madness. He took off down the corridor after her, soon catching her up. He caught her elbow, but unfortunately tugged too hard, and set Ginny off her balance. She fell onto him, both tumbling to the floor.

'Well this is a compromising position, Mrs Potter' Harry smirked, and she leaned down to kiss him, but before their lips could meet, Lily came running around the corner.

'For Merlin's sake! I only want my textbook back! Is that too much to ask? It shouldn't even be gone in the first place' she added, looking pointedly at her father, who grinned sheepishly 'Now get up before a teacher catches you'

Harry and Ginny stood up, trying to retain as much dignity as possible. They calmly walked to the broken window, and looked through it, trying to spot the troublesome book.

'Can't see it' Ginny said.

'Me either' concluded Harry 'so, what're you going to do about it?'

'Me? I'm not the one who threw it through the window in the first place'

'Well I do have one plan'

'What, go down and search for it? You're on your own there dear. I'll see McGonagall by myself, then'

'McGonagall could barely have a civil conversation with you. You're still angry with her for calling you 'Miss Weasley''

'She came to our wedding!'

'Force of habit'

'On track, please' Lily's voice cut through the argument.

'Well, I suggest we accio it'

'Terrible idea'

'Why?' Harry said

'Just is'

'You got a better one?'

'No'

'Then we'll go with mine'

'Hmph.' Ginny crossed her arms over her chest, but looked at Harry expectantly. 'Get on with it then, Nick'

'Nick?'

'Never mind, Wizarding thing'

'Ok, er, accio Lily Potter's Defence Against the Dark Arts Textbook'

'Harry, this is not going to work'

'Why?'

'Because- Harry look out!'

Suddenly, the window smashed again, and Harry jumped over Lily and Ginny, to protect them from the large shards of glass that were raining down on them. He felt a pain in his back where a particularly large shard had cut its way through the clothes, and into his flesh. Then there was a bump on the back of his head, knocking him over. He landed on his front, the wind knocked out of him as he heard Lily exclaim 'It worked!' He pulled himself back onto his feet, only to hear another smash in the window, and then everything went black.

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'Honestly Mr Potter. I'd only just taken that sign of yours down, and what do I see? You, being levitated in here, glass shards in your back, knocked cold with a large bump on your head, followed by Miss Weasley here-'

'-Mrs Potter!-'

'and young Lily. It just seems like you can't stay away' Harry opened his eyes to the disapproving face of Madame Pomfrey. He smiled sheepishly at her.

'Thanks Madame Pomfrey'

'It's ok dear. You may go now, anyway. I've taken the shards of glass from your back, and healed the wounds. The lump on your head will go away naturally in a couple of days.' With that she bustled off.

'Excuse me, Madame Pomfrey, but aren't you going to ask how I did it?'

'With you, Potter, I learned long ago not to ask. You may be able to ask Miss Weasley, here, though' and she walked off.

'Mrs Potter!' Ginny yelled indignantly after her.

'Does no-one listen?' she looked almost despairingly at her husband, who felt sorry for her. He got up from the hospital bed, and put his arm around her. She leaned into him, and together they left the hospital wing, slowly making their way to their destination.

'I listen dear, and I know you're my wife, and you know you're my wife, and that's all that matters'

'Nobody else seems to know it'

'Well that first year Hufflepuff certainly does'

'She was being inappropriate'

'By calling me handsome?'

'Yes'

'Jealous dearest?' Harry smirked

'Of a first year Hufflepuff? Nope'

'Well, you might need to work on the not jealous appearance then, 'cos it certainly seems like you are'

'I'm not jealous!'

'Deniiiaaallll!'

'What?'

'I've always wanted to say that!'

'What?'

'Deniiiaaaall!'

'No, not that, the fact I'm not jealous'

Harry raised an eyebrow.

'I'm not jealous! I'm…possessive. There's a difference.'

Harry looked at her.

'There is!'

'It's ok dear, I'm possessive too'

He pulled her into an abandoned corridor, and pushed away her collar, softly biting her shoulder.

'Harry! We're going to see McGonagall! I can't be… marked… Wow, that sounds wrong'

'Keep anyone else's nasty paws off you' he answered 'But I suppose you are right… Hey, where's Lily?'

'Oh, I sent her back to her class room. She had already missed over half her lesson, but Madame Pomfrey signed something for her, and she went back cheerfully'

'Must be glad to get away from us, poor child. The flirting you subjected her to'

'You joined in!'

'Only 'cos it's fun'

'What, winding up Lily, or the flirting?'

'Both' He answered, as they found their selves at McGonagall's office.

'Omnica bincit Amorth' Harry tried

'Somnia vincit Amorth?' he tried again.

And again.

And again.

And again. He tried time after time to find the right password, each time the gargoyle didn't move.

'Curse McGonagall, and her love of Latin!' he gave up, and kicked the gargoyle.

'Can I try?' Ginny asked.

He stalked off, so she stepped up to the gargoyle and said 'Omnia vincit Amor'. The gargoyle jumped into life immediately, and Ginny stepped on, slowly rising to the Headmistress' office.

'Stupid Latin passwords. Stupid moving gargoyles' Harry muttered under his breath 'Stupid clever wives' Ginny glared at him.

'I love you?' were his only words.

'I suppose it'll have to do' she said, before she took his face in her hands and kissed him softly. It ended quickly, though, as the gargoyle stopped moving, and Ginny jumped off, and arrived at the door of the office. She gave a curt rap twice on the solid oak door, and waited.

'Come in, Mr Potter, Miss-'

'-iss Potter' Ginny corrected, as she followed Harry into the familiar room, and taking one of the seats that had been installed therein.

'Ah yes' McGonagall said 'I forget. Mrs Potter. Well, I suppose I should get on with it-'

A large explosion could be heard downstairs, shaking the whole castle.

'I will be back' she said curtly, before getting up from her chair, and walking towards the door.

'Oh, and you two?'

'Yes, Professor?'

'Can you please learn to control your offspring?!'

She walked out, shutting the door behind her.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other, not really knowing what to make of the last comment, confused as to what it meant. But before they could truly puzzle over it, McGonagall's head appeared once more.

'And yourselves!'

The door slammed shut. The two Potters looked at each other and laughed.

'Looks like James Sirius is living up to his name'

'You forgot something'

Harry looked around at his wife. 'What dear?' he asked in confusion.

'Potter. James Sirius Potter' she repeated.

'And?'

'Rascals, the lot of ya'

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A/N: Oh my words that was long. 16 pages, people! 2802 words! 2637 of the actual chapter! Plus it's like 00:30 here in England. The things I do for this story.

Anyway, the name/description competition thing is still open, as I REALLY need one. PLEASE!

Thanks for reading, and I hope you review. If ya don't I won't hold it against you… But remember, you deprived a penniless author the chance to be happy. Live with that, if ya dare!

Love y'all for reading,

Snuffles4Eva