Alright hun, chapter 2

Harry looked outside of the window as the car went. They were still in the town, but the place looked nothing like Privet Drive, there were tall Victorian houses with majestic green fences and gardens.

"There we are", said Gwen, "it's the one with the pinkish stones at the end of the street."

Harry looked outside the window up to the house that made the corner. It looked like one of those mansions on the cover of the magazines aunt Petunia kept on the glass table, in the living room. The stones were a very pretty pink grey, that looked a bit like Gwen's eyes, and it actually had a small tower, like a fairy tale castle, curtains of green were spread all over the walls.

"Don't touch those" said Gwen, as they came out of the car "They're roses. It's all very pretty in the summer, but they have thorns as well."

Harry wasn't sure what thorns were but he nodded anyways "Yes Gwen." She smiled at him, and he blinked a bit in shock, then tried to smile back timidly. She looked happy so he promised himself to try that more often.

The house had a large marble hall that led to a red stoned kitchen with a large fireplace. There were more people in that kitchen than Harry had ever seen in his life and he couldn't help but hide behind Gwen's legs a little. She smiled warmly at him "Don't worry, darling, they're not as bad as they look."

"Oi!" complained two identical boys.

Gwen laughed at their antics: "The twins are Uriel and Samael." Harry peeked from behind her thigh but hid back immediately when he realised they were looking at him. They were both blond with clear green eyes and cheshire cat smile. Harry thought they were the handsomest thing he'd ever seen although they were a bit creepy.

"They'll be seventeen in December, they're in high school now" explained Gwen.

They beamed even more, and Harry hid more definitely behind Gwen, although he peeked a few times from between her legs –they were still looking at him with that smile of theirs.

"Stop scaring him with your twinlyness you two," scolded Gwen. "Alright, then darling, this is Martin over there, she indicated a rather old boy (from Harry's point of view) with a plain face but gorgeous smile and dark hair a warm brown colour-streaked with honey gold. He works at a restaurant, so we can go there visit him some time."

Martin waved. He had the same kind of smile Gwen had, the one that made you feel important and somewhat tingly inside. Harry smiled a little bit and the man beamed at him as though it was something utterly brilliant, so Harry retreated once more behind Gwen, red as a tomato, while the twin sang "Martin and Harry, sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Gwen rubbed her temples with a sigh: those two never changed, honestly.

"Whatever, people," she said as Martin shook his head, "Ignore them, Harry," he said nicely "They just have a mild brain problem."

"Oi!"

Gwen cleared her throat:

"Anyways, that's Henry, here. He's in first year at university so you won't see him much, a week end once in a while really."

A gorgeous guy with hair so blond they were practically white smiled from his place against the counter. He had a look rather like a Hollywood star, except for the part that his sense of fashion was this of a baba cool.

"Hello Hun", he said, he had a gorgeous voice, light and exited like bubbly.

"Hi" said Harry, he was more like crimson, now, and the twins found it perfectly hilarious.

Gwen shook her head at them: "And that's Henry's brother, Harrison" The boy had the same hair as his brother, but he was rather plain, he couldn't be more than thirteen. He flashed Harry a smile that was identical to Henry's, and went back to tapping on his cell phone. "That's Eric, he's nine" Eric had auburn hair and hazel eyes and he waved enthusiastically, Harry blinked at the neon green tamagoshi in his hand. "Rory, there, is seven" Rory was a dark skinned boy with longish dark hair and purple eyes, "and Am, who is six." Amy had red hair, and a pout, she gave a vague, contemptuous glance at Harry before reporting her attention to her drawing.

"Riiiight," said Gwen, "how about the twins go give you a bath while we make dinner?"

Uriel snorted: "You just want us out of the kitchen."

"Which is rather wise as you tend to make it explode," stated Martin.

The twins stuck their tongues at him, and Samael took Harry in his arm. "Let's go then, since those people cannot appreciate art."

Henry snorted "Yeah right."