A/N: Charlotte! I'll give the notes at the end. Enjoy!

James was not a master at fixing hair, in fact, he sucked at it. But so did Amber so she was stuck with her dad's mess of a ponytail through her whole childhood and this day wasn't any different.

"Oww, dad your pulling my hair!" she whined as James tried to brush her unruly Potter hair into a ponytail.

"I'm trying, Amber, bare with me for a moment." he begged. Sticking his tongue between his teeth in concentration he twisted the hair bow into place. "There," he sighed it wasn't perfect but it was done. "Now go play."

Amber felt her head to make sure that her hair was actually up right, "Thanks dad," she said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek, she ran away to find her cousins to play with when James called, "Don't go too far," she waved over her shoulder to acknowledge that she had heard but James knew she wouldn't listen, Amber loved to adventure and this was the best place to do so.

They were at the World Cup, James' job had given him free tickets for the occasion and he was glad that he didn't have to work, there were tents full of fans everywhere, no doubt the suckers that had to work would have a hard time trying to keep everyone quiet and away from muggle attention. It was hard not to get caught up in the excitement

He and Amber were sharing a tent with Teddy, Victoire, Romulus, Lita and Leslie and various members of his family had tents around theirs. Lily and her husband had a tent with Harry, Ginny, Al, and Flora. Other family members that were at the cup were Ron and his family-which now included Scorpius Malfoy ever since he and Rose got married. George and his family, Bill's family-which included Tyler Wood and Dominique's children and whatever girl Louis had with him. Percy had also been bullied into taking his family and Charlie had even come.

James walked out of his tent, having been instructed by Fleur to fetch water for her to cook with. She had assumed the position as head cook since Molly wasn't there and the others were very content to let her do the cooking for the big group.

James spotted the oldest children of the family playing in a big field which would, no doubt, house more tents later. Among them were Amber, Lita, Leslie, Rom, and Dominique's two oldest-Gavin and Blake. The other children weren't old enough to be out of their parent's sight yet.

James had made his way through the maze of tents and had just gotten a pail of water from the nearest water spout and hadn't taken three steps back in the direction of his tent when a small boy ran into him, making James drop the pail, thoroughly soaking the boy through and getting James' shirt wet in the process.

He looked down at the boy, who couldn't have been older than nine; he had short brown hair and brown eyes. "I'm so sorry sir," he apologized, "I wasn't watching where I was going, I shouldn't have been running." James could tell that the kid was babbling because he thought that James would get him into trouble, which made James laugh. The boy stopped talking, wondering if the man he had ran into was insane.

"It's alright, kid," James assured him. "It's just water, no harm, no foul."

The kid looked like he couldn't believe his luck. "You mean it? You're not going to tell my mum? She told me not to run. She said that if I did I would fall or…run into someone." the boy grimaced, clearly not liking that his mum had been right to tell him not to run.

James laughed again, "Kid I don't even know your mum, so if you don't tell her I won't."

The boy beamed, until, "Isaac I told you not to run!" A voice shouted at them. James instinctively cringed away from the voice, which sounded exactly like one that had yelled at him a thousand times before.

"Sorry kid," he whispered to the boy, whose hopeful expression had disappeared. "Looks like you got busted anyway."

James looked up to assure the kid's mum that it wasn't a big deal, he had been yelled at enough times by his own mother that he was able to sympathize with the kid. But when he saw the woman coming toward them his words got caught in his throat. She had long red hair, and eyes that were a mixture or green and light brown. "Sophie said you were running and now look what you've done," she scolded the boy. "You're all wet, and you got this man wet."

The woman-who hadn't given James much more then a glance-finally looked up at James; "I'm so sorry si-" she stopped short, apprising him. "James?" she asked.

James gulped and tried to smile, "Charlotte," he greeted. He had no idea what to say to her, this had never happened to him before; he always had something to say!

Charlotte stood and kept one hand on the wet boy whose name James now knew was Isaac. "I'm sorry about Isaac, he never listens to me." she apologized.

James waved off her apology. "It's like I told your kid, its just water, there's more over there," to illustrate his point James nodded to the water spout behind him.

"Well," Charlotte pursed her lips, "he still shouldn't have been running."

James shrugged, "Kids run."

Charlotte looked at him for a moment and then sighed, "Your not going to let me find a reason to punish him are you?" she asked.

James smiled. "What can I say Charlotte, I sympathize with the kid, I know what it's like to be yelled at by you."

Isaac, who couldn't believe his luck, beamed at James. "Thanks mate," he said.

Charlotte gave him a disapproving look at his lack of respect for an adult but said nothing. Just then a little red haired girl turned the corner and ran to Charlotte's other side. "You found him mum, didn't I tell you he was running?" she asked. Isaac turned to her and stuck his tongue out.

Charlotte looked just as uncomfortable as James felt. "Um, these are my kids, Isaac, who you already know, and Sophie."

James hadn't known that there were two of them but he decided not to think about at and just get away as quickly as possible. "It's nice to meet both of you," he said. "I'm James Potter."

Isaac's eyes got huge. "The James Potter, the chaser for the Montrose Magpies?"

James laughed, "You like Qudditch, do you? Well, yes I'm that James Potter but I'm a retired chaser now."

"Still!" Isaac yelled.

"Who?" Sophie asked. Isaac looked at her like she had offended him but before he could launch into a description she looked up to Charlotte, "How do you know this man, mum?" she demanded.

"I went to school with him," Charlotte said.

Isaac looked like he was about to hyperventilate at the thought that his mum had went to school with James Potter and never told him!

James didn't think that this could be more awkward but he had been wrong before.

"Dad!" Amber ran up to him, not even noticing the three people in front of James or her dad's uncomfortable expression. "Where have you been? Uncle George is going to start fireworks as soon as it's dark enough and Fleur is freaking out about not having her water yet!"

"I thought George wasn't going to set off fireworks until after the game tomorrow?"

Amber rolled her eyes, "Its Uncle George, he probably brought enough for a show every night."

James noticed Charlotte staring curiously at Amber so he spun her around to face the audience to their conversation. "Amber this is an old friend of mine, Charlotte and her kids Isaac and Sophie. This is my daughter, Amber. She's 10."

Amber rolled her eyes and looked up at her dad. "I'm 11, dad, and telling people I'm 10 won't stop me from going to Hogwarts on September 1st."

James covered her mouth with his hand. "It helps me," he told her.

She gave him a look and removed his hand, "It's nice to meet you," she said. And then her eyes lit up as inspiration hit, "Would you like to come back to our tent and watch the fireworks?" she asked. "My great uncle George owns Weasley Wizard Wheezes so you know his fireworks are going to be the best!"

This was something that even siblings as different as Isaac and Sophie could understand. "Please mum, can we!" they begged Charlotte, who looked very uncomfortable.

"I don't know…we have to, um…eat dinner."

James nodded, needing to get away and think and not wanting Charlotte there when he did this but Amber didn't miss a beat before she piped, "You can eat with us!"

"I can see that you're a lot like your dad," Charlotte muttered. She looked at James pleadingly, but so did her children, and James was a sucker for kids who just wanted to have fun. He sighed, not liking his answer but having no control to stop it. "You might as well, Charlotte, it'll be fun."

The children took that as a yes, "Awesome!" Amber beamed, "We'll be able to have a bigger game of tag now with two more players! Why are you wet dad?" She finally noticed that her dad was soaked. James picked up the pail of water that he had dropped and, noticing that there was still some water, dumped the rest on Amber's head. "Same reason you are."

Amber squealed and ran off with Isaac and Sophie following.

"James," Charlotte warned, "I don't think that this is a good idea."

"What do you mean? " James pretended to not know what she was talking about as he refilled the pail with water. "Do you have somewhere else you need to be?"

"No," she admitted, "I just don't want to intrude."

James chuckled uneasily. "It's no intrusion, Charlotte, you were invited."

"By an eleven year old," she reminded him.

James took a moment to think about that and looked at her after the pail was full, "Look Charlotte, if you don't want to go then don't, no one's forcing you."

"But what about Isaac and Sophie?" she asked.

James shrugged, "Let them play, there are plenty of adults there to keep an eye on them, and I don't just mean myself and my uncle but a bunch a Weasley's. Your children are in good hands. Or," he said noticing her reluctance, "Tell them to come back to their tent with you. It's really up to you, but if you decide to come there will be plenty to eat and a lot of people to talk to."

"Maybe I'll just check it out," she hedged.

"Awesome," James quoted Amber.

A/N: First off, don't hate Charlotte's kids just because you all have mixed fillings about their mom. Secondly, Don't ask me about Lily's husband. I know who he is and I want to write a story about them in the future but I still have a few kinks to work out about their relationship and I don't want to say something about him in here that I will go and change in that story. Also, since James had a kid at a really young age everyone else (like Rose and Albus and whoever) are just now having kids or have toddlers. The only reason Victorie and Dominique have kids that are Amber's age or a little younger are because they're the oldest Weasley grandkids. You all probably got this on your own but I just wanted to point that out.

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