Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and everything recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling. Also, this fic is inspired by "Behind Blue Eyes" by Paffy.
Chapter Two
Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London, England.
July 18th, 1996
Fred and George Weasley leaned towards their newest invention, the Extendable Ears. Their ears pressed closely to their product as the listened to the Order meeting on the first floor of Grimmauld.
"Any news Severus?" Professor Dumbledore's words were slightly muffled, but the twins could still hear good enough.
"Its seems, that even Voldemort wonders where the boy is. He questions if you are hiding the boy." Snape's cool drone sounded. "I informed him, that if you are indeed hiding the boy, you have not deemed anyone in the Order fit with that information."
"Terrific."
"We've no news either, Dumbledore."
"Its almost like Harry never existed."
"It's nothing new, why bother?" a voice came from beside the twins, making them jump.
"You are like a cat-"
"dear sister." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, though, they have had no news since the Third Task. What makes you think they'll be news now?"
"Hope." the twins remarked, turning back to their invention to find out that someone had put silencing charms up on the door. Fred sighed, reeling back in the other end of the ear.
"We all could use a bit of that right now." Ron commented softly as he joined them.
"How's Hermione?" Ginny asked, turning to her older brother. He looked incredibly tired for someone his age, Ginny noticed.
"The same. She won't get up from her little area." he replied sadly, watching the twins wrap their product up safely. "She's been pouring over the same books for weeks now. She's just making herself more frustrated."
"Perhaps a prank-"
"might cheer her up." the twins chorused together, mischievous grins forming on their lips.
"Make her more frustrated if you ask me." Ginny remarked sharply . Ron looked at his sister, surprised by the tone of her voice.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing, Ron, absolutely nothing." Ginny replied in the same tone. The twins and Ron looked at her confused as she turned and marched off.
Just as Ron opened his mouth to ask the twins a question, the door opened to the kitchen. Several Order members left with depressed and gloomy faces. Bubblegum haired auror Tonks looked at the three sadly and shook her head.
No news.
Always no news.
Were they ever going to find Harry?
Outskirts of London, England
July 21st, 1996
A gentle pitter patter of rain drops hit the window. A young man stirred in his bed, burying his face deeper into his pillow. The door creaked open and a small woman made her way across the room. Taking a moment to admire how out of the world this young man was, she gently shook his shoulder. It only made him pull his covers over his head.
"Time to get up Johnny. Darla and the kids will be here soon." she spoke gently yet loudly so it would wake him up. The young man shot up out of bed and unceremoniously landed on the floor. Mrs. Piper chuckled. In the last week since she took Johnny in, they had become quite close. She had learned how kind and caring Johnny is, and how he can be quite sarcastic when he is provoked. As well as so many other things.
Johnny scrambled out of the blankets that tangled him on the ground and promptly ran to the bathroom to get ready. Mrs. Piper shook her head amused and headed back to the kitchen where breakfast awaited them. She thought back to a few days ago, when Johnny met Darla.
At first it was been quite awkward, in Mrs. Piper's view, all three of them had sat there, in the sitting room, staring blankly at each other. Johnny's green eyes examining every little detail on Darla as Darla did the same. Mrs. Piper had made a lame excuse to go and get some tea. As she made her way to the kitchen she heard Darla's voice, she couldn't make out the words but the tone Darla used made it sound like she was asking a question.
When Mrs. Piper walked back into the room an exasperated voice said, "Vanilla. Of course it's vanilla. Who would choose anything besides that?"
Mrs, Piper watched as her daughter, Darla, retorted, "Vanilla is for people who have no taste. Chocolate is the best thing ever."
Johnny's vibrant eyes rolled, he shook his head sadly. "You are sadly misinformed." Darla looked as if she wanted to retort but was too held up trying not to smile by the way Johnny had said his response.
Darla ended up cracking a smile and a short laugh, shoving Johnny playfully. He smiled and did the same to her. Yes, Mrs. Piper thought, they were going to get a long quite well.
"Mummy I'm cold!" five year old Hannah complained to her mother, her lips pouting.
"We're almost there darling." her mother replied, regretting that they chose to walk instead of to drive. Her sons were ahead of her, splashing in the puddles and making each other soak with the rain water. The rain had now just became a light sprinkle, but it was still cold.
"Peter!" the mother rebuked her son as he shoved his brother into the grass, getting his pants muddy. The tall blonde boy looked at his mother, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
"What?" He said as his younger brother picked himself up from the muddy grass. Their mother frowned with disappointment at him. The tall boy rolled his eyes. The shorter boy, the one that had been pushed into the lawn, shoved his brother lightly and started walking ahead of them.
"Mummy!" the little girl's whine tore the mother's eyes away from her sons to her daughter. "It's cold."
"I know, but look, Granny's house is just over there." Hannah followed her mother's finger and spotted the familiar white house just a few houses ahead. Little Hannah let go of her mother's hand and started to skip forward, her wellies splashing in the puddles of rain water. The eldest child, Peter, moved to the side to let his sister skip ahead.
"Do you think Granny will have biscuits, Matthew?" Hannah said loudly. The short dirty blonde haired boy shrugged as he kept pace with his younger sister.
"I hope so, I'm starving."
"Doubt it, Gran's kid probably ate them all by now." Peter said from behind; Matthew snickered as he heard their mother once again call his brother's name in a disapproving tone.
"What do we call him anyway?" Matthew said as they neared their destination. "Uncle Johnny?" his suggestion was met with laughs from his family.
"No need to make him uncomfortable, he's just Johnny." Their mother said, though a hint of amusement carried with her voice.
"Yeah, but it's a bit odd isn't?" Matthew continued. "He's our age, and Gran is his foster mother." Little Hannah hurried ahead as they stepped foot on their Gran's driveway. Their mother sighed and they walked to the door. In her hurry to get out of the cold, Hannah knocked anxiously on the front door.
"I don't care how odd it is, just be nice." Their mother said as the door opened.
Ta-da! Next chapter, I hope you liked :) Sorry it took so long, I was hoping to post it sooner but then I just never got around to finishing the chapter... anyway, here's the finished chapter! So, thoughts? What do you think? Reviews are very helpful and really encourage me to write more! Even if its "OMG I like!" or "next chapter please" or something like that, even critique or ideas are 100% welcomed! I want to know what you think! Also, I will be going back to re-write my previous chapters to make it better and the next updates probably won't be regular because I want to make it the best as it can be and to actually have long chapters. I tend to write shorter chapters. :/
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And thanks for all the reviews!
- Me :)
