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I knocked on the door of my father's study. Tomorrow I would be going to the Potters after my parents had left. I wanted to spend a little time with my father before they left.
"Come in." my dad called. I opened the door and walked in. Making sure to close the door behind me so my mother couldn't eavesdrop. I sat in the plush arm chair in front of the desk, mirroring the one behind my father's desk. He tossed me a copy of quidditch monthly.
"Irish versus Cannons in the world cup." my father said as I scanned the article telling me the exact same thing.
"Really?" I asked, waving the magazine in front of me, "I couldn't tell." I joked. He rolled his eyes but laughed.
"Too bad Potter never went on to play professional Quidditch. Man was a genius seeker." my father commented. I nodded in understanding.
"He wanted to be an Auror. Can't really blame the man." I replied as I flipped the page. I looked up at him with a large grin. "Why didn't you go to play professionally daddy?" I asked. He gave me an odd look.
"My days of playing Quidditch are reserved for my years as keeper for Gryffindor." he stated. I laughed and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Well we all know Gryffindor team has seen better days." I joked. He narrowed his eyes at me but a smile played on his lips.
"You can't be saying that the keeper now is better than me? What's the new keepers name? Natalya something or other? What a whimpy name." he chuckled. I glared at him.
"Oliver isn't very scary either. Besides Natalya is a fabulous keeper. Far better than you. The Gryffindor team has never been better." I stated matter-o-factly.
"I highly doubt that. Harry Potter was the seeker when I was the keeper. That team is unbeatable." my father retorted in the same tone I had.
"Ah, but you forget, this year the team has Natalya, James Potter, and Albus Potter. We would have Lily Potter but she won't get her arse on a broom stick." I said as I went back to flipping through pages of Quidditch monthly.
"Yes but I know I can best my own daughter as a keeper." my father replied, turning a page in one of the large volumes of books he had sitting on his desk.
"That's a funny joke." I snorted as I read about the Hollyhead Harpies triumph over Bulgaria. Before I could finish the article, the magazine was snatched away.
"Goodnight Natalya." my father hadn't even looked up from his book but had somehow managed to get my magazine. Damn magic! I glared at him but sighed.
"Night daddy." I replied. I stood and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Just as I was walking out the door I heard a whistle behind me. I turned and my copy of Quidditch monthly sat in my hands. I smiled at my father. "Thanks dad." I laughed and left.
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I placed my peach top from the wedding reception in my trunk. I looked around my room to make sure I had everything. I had put an undetectable extension charm on my bag and had fit half of my books from my bookshelf inside. I placed that in the trunk and looked around my room in a final sweep. I closed the lid to my trunk and sighed.
I loved the fact that I was going to be with the Potters for a whole month. They had been my second family since the summer before second year. But I would miss my parents. They were, of course, going to France to visit Margo and her husband, Leonard. My father had said they would only be going for a week when we had discussed it in May.
However, after living in Leonard's huge mansion all of May, Margo had convince them that what they truly needed was a month long get away. It was times like these when I truly wished I was an only child. My mother did everything Margo asked of her. My father had a greater backbone but only when he talked to her directly. Talking to my mother logically was like talking to a brick fireplace about the weather outside.
She didn't care where I went. My mother said she had invited me but sounded reluctant about it. Apparently, and this is according to my mother, all I would do is mope around because I was in a different country then my boyfriend. I wouldn't want to go out and see the architecture or paintings. No famous sights. Insert sarcasm here.
Not to mention that my boyfriend or I could simply apparate to see each other if we were clinically depressed. I didn't really hate my sister. That doesn't mean I didn't almost hate my mother. My mother said when I was very little they had taken Margo, who was fourteen at the time and 'very serious' with a boy, on a small vacation for only a weekend and she had been depressed the whole time.
My mother constantly compared me to my sister. Whether it was grades in school or things with boys or simple mannerisms. The only problem with these comparisons was that I always came up short. I was always wrong. I was a terrible child. I had no idea about life because I hated fashion.
I'm sorry I had a life and values. She expected me to be the carbon copy of my sister. There was no luck for her there. Margo was my mother, through and through. But me, I was a daddy's girl. My dad and I were a lot closer than my father and sister. Perhaps even closer than my sister and mother. We could have these secret conversations by just looking at each other. We already knew what the other would say.
The two of us just didn't let on that we were that close. We would joke around here or there. My father always stuck up for me when it came to my mother. But there were nights when we would sit in his study, ready Quidditch magazines and arguing but laughing as we did so. Most arguements were, after all, over who was better as the Gryffindor keeper like last night. I still think I had him beat!
I brought my trunk down the hall and to the front door. I was the only one with a bedroom on the first floor. My sister and I had argued over getting the bedroom upstairs with my parents room. Of course, Margo had gotten what she wanted. However, I was happy I got the room I had.
I had an amazing view of the gardens that was cut off if you had an upstairs bedroom. Plus, one guest room was right next door. It was the one James stayed in when he came over in the past. He usually snuck in at eleven thirty and we would just talk. Now there was a different reason why him having that room was great.
There was a knock on the front door and I smiled. I opened the door with a grin and saw that it was James and Lily. James gave me a quick kiss and took a hold of my trunk. He said he would see me at the house in a few minutes and apparated away. I turned my grin to Lily.
"Ready to have me in the house for a whole month?" I joked and rested my elbow on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes and moved so that I almost lost my balance.
"I would be if I didn't have to give up my room." she mumbled a bit angrily. I laughed and slung an arm around her shoulder.
"Blame your mother Lil. If it were up to me, you know I would take the bedroom connected to Jamie's." I replied. She seemed to think about that for a moment and then laughed.
"I'm sure you would. May I suggest silencing charms on my room and James'?" she snickered. It was my turn to roll my eyes. Instead of replying I just apparated us back to the Potter household. No point in admitting that I already planned on doing that. When we appeared, we were in the living room. It looked different without the huge christmas tree. A lot more spacious.
"She's here! Everyone hide!" Lily yelled and ran away. I stuck my tongue out at her.
"No seriously, someone come see me! I feel really hurt!" I called. There was a laugh from the kitchen and Albus appeared in the doorway.
"Sorry, I was told to hide." he laughed. I stuck my tongue out at him. He came over and gave me a sibling-like hug. "Mum and dad are over at Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's place." he informed me. I nodded and then turned to head up the staircase.
After falling on the stairs twice I managed to get to Lily's room. The door was closed. I knocked on the door but no answer came. I shrugged and turned to James' bedroom. I knocked on that door and was told to come in. I opened the door and saw James lounging on his bed.
"Hey handsome. Fancy seeing you here." I winked as I leaned against the doorframe. He chuckled and sat up.
"Come here gorgeous." he said holding out his arms. I shook my head.
"Nope. I don't want to get on bad terms with your mother on the first day." I joked. He rolled his eyes and beckoned me forward again. I pushed myself off the doorframe, making my way to him.
"First of all," he said as he wrapped his arms around me, "my mum isn't even home. Second of all, I simply wanted to kiss my stunning girlfriend hello." he kissed my cheek. I giggled.
"Compliments won't get you brownie points mister." I nodded my head, seeming to be agreeing with myself. Which, I kind of was. He pulled me on to his lap and hugged me close to him.
"How about snuggling?" he questioned and nuzzled my neck. His nose was cold. What was up with that? We were in August and he was freezing cold!
"Appealing, but I have to go unpack." I stated and got off of his lap, heading for the door.
"No fair." he said and flopped back so that his head was on his pillows. I reached the doorway and turned back slightly to look at him.
"You could always help me." I suggested. He scrunched his nose.
"Willingly do manual labor. No thank you." he laughed. I rolled my eyes and went over to Lily's room. I figured since there had been no answer before, Lily wasn't in the room. How very wrong I was.
"NATIE! GET OUT!" Lily screeched as she threw a pillow off her bed at me. Scorpious was on the floor. He must have fallen from shock after I opened the door.
"But, isn't this my room now?" I asked with a raises eyebrow. Lily glared viciously at me and jumped off her bed.
"OUT!" she yelled as she tried to push me out of the open doorway. No such luck. I was rooted to the spot. I thanked god for Quidditch.
"What's going on in here?" I questioned even though I already knew.
"Isn't it obvious?" Scorpious groaned from his spot on the floor. I chuckled.
"I'm sorry Scor. Maybe if you guys used the room Lily is supposed to be in or even put a locking charm on the door, we wouldn't be having this discussion." I laughed as Lily fruitlessly attempted to push me out.
"Yeah, maybe." he grumbled and stood up. He grabbed Lily by her wristband pulled her to him. "Come on Lil. Let's go." he began to drag her to the guest room which would be her room for the next month.
"To-da-loo!" I called. The door to the guest room slammed and I burst in to a fit of giggles. This would be such a fun month.
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I sat on the bed in my temporary room. My head leaned against the pillows and my lower half was wrapped in a light blanket. I had been at the Potter residence for about a week and it was like I had always been there. There was a knock on my door.
"Come in!" I called. The door opened slowly and Ginny stood in the doorway. I had to admit, since coming here, my relationship with Ginny had grown in to more of a mother/daughter relationship. To be honest, Ginny would be more of a mother to me than my actual mother ever would be. I felt a little bad for thinking that but it was true.
She sat on the edge of my bed and I pulled my legs up to my chest to make more room for her. She seemed a little conflicted. It was definitely weird for her. Normally, the woman spoke her mind without hesitation. Harry said it was one of his favorite things about her.
"Natalya, I don't know how you're going to take this." she sighed and placed her hands on top of mine. "Your sister was attacked by a Dragon when her and your parents went sight seeing in France." she stated.
"Is- is she okay?" I asked. It was the only thing I could think of.
"She has a pretty nasty scar along her back and a broken arm but is otherwise fine." Ginny replied. I nodded.
"Alight. Well, I'll just write a letter to her later, or maybe apparate to her house tomorrow or something." I shrugged and sighed. My sister would be fine. The only thing that my sister would even be concerned with would be if the scar on her back would heal so that she could wear her two piece bikinis. Ginny let out a laugh.
"If you had been Lily, Albus, or James, you would be in hysterics right now." she grinned. I laughed with her.
"True. I think they get it from Harry." I joked. She smiled and stood up.
"Dinner in five." she stated and left. I got out of bed and walked across the hall to James' room. Instead of knocking I just opened the door.
"Can't you knock!" James yelled and then he noticed it was me. He was only in his boxers and pulling on a pair of dark denim jeans. I smirked.
"Very sexy look." I winked. He chuckled and finished putting on his jeans. "Your mom said dinner in five minutes." I stated and went to sit on his bed. He nodded and went searching through his dresser.
"Angel, what shirt should I wear?" he asked, holding up a white v-neck and a turquoise v-neck. I thought about that for a minute.
"Wear the white one. It's softer." I grinned. He threw it over his head and then sat on the bed next to me, pulling me on to his lap. I snuggled up against his chest.
"Snuggle with me tonight?" I asked, placing my head on his shoulder.
"Sure." he replied and kissed my forehead.
"DINNER!" Lily yelled from the bottom of the staircase. James stood up but kept me in his arms. I giggled wildly as he carried me down the staircase like that. We walked in to the kitchen and he gently placed me in the chair next to his normal chair. I kissed his cheek and reached for my pumpkin juice. "Get a room." Lily rolled her eyes and put some turkey on her plate.
"I would love to. But your mom won't let us." I replied with a wink. Albus snorted in to his drink and James grabbed my hands under the table.
"Too much information!" Lily yelled and covered her ears. The four mature teenagers that we were, all burst out laughing. That included Lily. Ginny and Harry walked in to the kitchen. Harry raised his eyebrow at us.
"Did we miss something?" he inquired as he took his seat at the head of the table. I smiled sweetly.
"Nope." I said with a laugh.
"Nothing at all." James said through a mouthful of turkey.
"Not a thing." Albus snorted in to his drink again.
"What would make you think that daddy dearest?" Lily giggled around a spoonful of corn. The four of us burst out laughing. Harry turned to Ginny with a small smile.
"I don't think we want to know." he joked. She looked the four of us over.
"No, I think you're right." she stated. I laughed again and shoveled turkey in to my mouth.
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"Pie! Pie! Pie!" the two boy chorused. Lily and I rolled our eyes. I continued to play footsie with James under the table. He smiled lazily at me.
"No pie. Go to bed." Ginny stated from the kitchen counter. I laughed at Albus' disappointed face. He huffed and left the table. Lily chased after him, yelling how only 'good little boys' got pie. There was a yell and you could hear him chasing her up the stairs. I turned to smirk at James.
"Well if only good little boys get pie then you're never getting any pie Jamie." I laughed. He gave me a devilish look. Before he could even make a grab for me I dashed up the stairs and in to his room. I got on to his bed and pulled the covers over my head. I heard his door close and the click of a lock. I mentally cursed myself.
"That's quite the position you've put yourself in, angel." he chuckled and I felt him pull at the covers. I held them tightly over my head.
"You can't get me!" I called out. There was another chuckle. I braced myself. The covers flew off of me and there stood James, wand draw, a devilish smirk on his face. I held up my hand.
"Wait wait wait! What happened to my gentleman boyfriend? The one who wouldn't take advantage of a girl in such a predicament?" I questioned in desperation not to be tackled. He moved a bit closer to me and placed his wand on his nightstand.
"Guess he left for the night. Right about the time you told him he wasn't a 'good little boy' as I recall it." he gave me a very very sexy grin. I bit my lip.
"Well he said he would cuddle with me." I stated. He rolled his eyes.
"I believe the phrase was snuggle." he retorted. It was my turn to roll my eyes.
"Verbatim was never my strong suit." I joked.
"Move over." he stated. I pouted. "If you want to snuggle I have to have some room on the bed." he stated. I smiled widely and moved over so he could come on to the bed. He wrapped his arms around my middle. My side hitting in to his chest as I laid on my back and he laid on his side. I rested my head against his shoulder.
He kissed the top of my head. I smiled and kissed a part of his collar bone. He sighed and pulled me a bit closer. I knew he was about to say something. But he was always the first one to say it. Or at least that's how it felt.
"I love you, muffin." I stated happily. He kissed the top of my head again.
"I love you too, angel." he replied. We fell asleep like that.
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