A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 20: August, 16
"Oh, I can't believe it's our last day here," Quentin moaned at breakfast. "I'd like it if we could stay for another week."
"You've said it every year since you started talking," Severus muttered while drinking coffee. "How I miss the quiet hours of not having to listen to you!"
"Daddy!" Quentin exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully.
"She's right though," Harry said. "If I had to choose between going to school and staying here for another week I'd definately choose staying here."
"There's nothing you can do about it however," Lucy said.
Severus cleared his throat. "There are still a few things which we have to talk over. For example, as soon as you step onto the Hogwarts Express the fact that I'm your adoptive father id forgotten, do I make myself clear?"
Harry nodded slowly, not understanding why it was so important.
"Secondly, Lucy and I expect you to do the best you can and to get good grades, no matter in which house you are in. If you do not we will punish you if we think it is correct."
"What for punishments?" Harry croaked.
"We will ground you, confiscate things from you and things like that," Lucy said. "Depending on the situation it might be a mere warning or a more server punishment, like helping out the groundskeeper after school."
"But always keep in mind that we only give out fair punishments," Severus added.
After breakfast they played tennis again, and after that they went to the beach. Quentin and Harry swam in the north sea again, played different games and had a lot of fun.
"I can't believe the holiday went by so fast!" Quentin said that evening, making herself comfortable in the bed.
"It's been my first holiday," Harry said, sitting down on the bed. He put his glasses on the bedside table. "And it was great. I never had so much fun in my life." He longed to talk with her about Tony, but thought it better not to.
"You know, when I'm older I want to live in Holland."
"Doing what?"
"I'd love to be a fashion designer," Quentin whispered. "But don't tell anyone! Last year when these people from the Ministry were at Hogwarts to tlk with the fifth year students about what they want to be when they're older, I ran into one of them, an elderly woman who wore nothing but pink." She wrinkled her nose in thought before she continued. "I told her of my dream, but all she did was to laugh and tell me to become a healer."
"Healer?"
"Muggles call them doctors I think. But I don't want to waste my whole life doing something I don't want to do. The majority of girls in my year group and house want to be one thinking it's the perfect job for a girl, but I think most of them could make something better out of themselves."
"And I think you should do what you want," Harry replied. He smiled. "You know, before I ran away the first time I was a child model."
"Really?" Quentin asked excited, sitting up. She smiled broadly. "Maybe you could help me some time with my creations."
Harry shrugged. Why not?"