A.N. Yesterday - I managed to bend my finger all the way back and am no longer able to use my left hand as I used to. Today - Had to help set up for an event for school. Spent 3 hours on my feet doing stuff I don't even remember and I'm so tired that I'm practically sleeping now. Tomorrow - Have to go away for the weekend for my mother's birthday. Don't know when next I'll update. Failing school.

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Chapter 6 - The Fathers

The sounds of laughter drifted through the house. As was their usual weekend morning ritual, Harry and Hermione lay on the couch, wearing only their undergarments and watching...Spongebob Squarepants. They were laughing at a very weird yet amusing episode in which Patrick and Spongebob were apparently married and had a clam as a baby when….

"Kids we're home."

Harry and Hermione sighed before turning the television off and Hermione headed towards her room while Harry went to help his step-father with the suitcases.

"Hermione dear."

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. Breathing deeply she turned around to face Lily with a huge fake smile of her face.

"Yes Lily?"

"Well I was wondering when your next dance…whatever will be."

Grinding her teeth Hermione barely managed to keep a steady and polite voice as she answered her step-mother. "It was earlier this week…much earlier."

Lily gasped in shock and held her hand to her mouth. "If I had known George and I would have never flown out to Paris."

Hermione snorted. "I'm sure."

"HERMIONE JANE GRANGER! YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO YOUR STEP-MOTHER IN SUCH A MATTER! AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WEARING?! I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE A DAMN WHORE!"

Paling considerably, Hermione tried to dash up the stairs but a pair of strong arms encircled her waist and threw her over the banister. Crashing into the cold marble ground, Hermione tried to keep still but a hand grabbed her by her hair and began dragging her to god knows where.

"Hey! Let her go!"

The hand left go of her hair and Hermione looked up to see Harry on her father's back strangling him. Obviously fed up with this, George ran and bashed Harry in every wall. With a heavy heart, Hermione watched as Harry's grip became slacker and slacker until finally he left go and fell to the floor with an audible smack.

"NO!!!" Hermione cried when she realized Harry wasn't moving. George kicked Harry in his side before walking towards Hermione. Frantically Hermione looked towards Lily for help but Lily wasn't paying them any attention, she was staring at a portrait instead with a slight frown marring her beautiful features.

Crawling backwards in a futile attempt to escape her father Hermione winced when she realized she hit the wall. Whimpering she closed her eyes and braced herself for the blow.

"N…No!"

Hermione and George stared at Harry in disbelieve. He was struggling to get up but he looked furious. "Don't you dare put your hands on her!"

George snorted before kicking Hermione in the stomach, wrapped his arms lovingly around Lily before the two of them walked off discussing the colour paint on the walls.

Hermione got up and ran to Harry's side. "Are you ok? Do I need to call Samantha?"

Harry smiled weakly at her. "I'll be fine. I always am."

The sound of the phone ringing pushed the remains of Harry's wonderful dream concerning a certain blonde guy into the back of his mind. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed he walked across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Prongslet! Did I wake you?"

Harry's eyes widened. "No dad! Of course not!"

A gentle chuckle was heard over the line. "Don't lie to me Har. You ok?"

Harry smiled. "I'm fine dad. Just been working a bit too hard."

"Well don't over exert yourself...please."

"I won't. So what's the occasion this time?"

"What, a man can't call his son?"

Harry laughed. "Not as much as you do."

James laughed also. "Well I love you Prongslet."

"I love you too dad."

There were a few moments of comforting silence. "Hey dad?"

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering... Could we like...hang out sometime?"

James chuckled. "That's exactly what I was going to ask you. You see I'm flying into Hogsmeade tonight and I was wondering if you and Hermione would like to come over for dinner and of course we'd invite Jane and Kyle. That is if your mother is ok with it."

"She is."

Harry could almost hear the smile on his father's face. "Great! Let's say..."

"7:00?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"Yeah."

"I love you Harry. You're one of the best kids a parent could ever ask for."

"I love you too dad and you may not be perfect but you sure can act like it."

James laughed. "Night."

"Night."

Flashback

"Daddy! Daddy!"

James Potter turned around just in time to catch an almost two year old Harry Potter.

"What's up Prongslet?"

"Am I really going to have a baby brother or sister?"

"Of course you will. Why?"

Harry looked down at the carpet. "You won't love me anymore."

James sighed. "Don't be silly you silly." Harry giggled at that. "I'll never give away my love for you. You're my eldest child and I love you more than food."

A light laughter filled the room. "And you know how your father loves food. Doncha Harry?"

Harry nodded vigorously at the comment made by his dad's very pregnant girlfriend. James pouted before sticking his tongue out at her. Sitting in the couch he set Harry in his lap but instead of sitting Harry laid his ear against his dad's chest and listened to the steady heart beat. He knew his dad was talking to him but all he kept hearing were the words "I love you" and the gentle beating of his dad's heart.

End Flashback

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