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His Boy
Chapter Ten: Barbeque
"So we'll probably have to enlarge the outdoor table." Remus grinned as he sipped his coffee, his hair still a mess from sleep. "And duplicate some chairs."
"Seven kids total! Man, they went at it like rabbits!" Sirius laughed, nearly spilling Harry's pancakes as he put them down on the little guy's plate. Harry frowned.
"Went at what, Padfoot?"
"Well, there's a reason it's called 'The Burrow'." Remus stated nonchalantly and cutting up Harry's pancakes for him. "But it will be wonderful… all these young ones... I believe Molly said they ranged in age from three to thirteen, but it'll just be the two youngest staying over, the Lovegoods are coming as well, and Jean Granger is going to drop Hermione off around ten. And Frank and Alice's little boy, Neville, is coming as well with his grandmother, Dumbledore recommended inviting them. Let's see… counting the Weasley's two youngest children, we'll have…"
"Six kids for the sleepover. I'm a bit worried about Hermione coming all the way from London, but Jean said she's a very good and brave little girl so we shouldn't have a problem. And the others' parents are only a Floo away."
"I know she's on Dumbledore's list but are you sure inviting a little Muggleborn girl was a good idea? I mean, she might be a bit shocked…"
"She's four, Moony, besides… she'll be as bound to do accidental magic as any of the others. No sweat."
"Paaadfoot! Went at what?" Harry stated again once the conversation had lulled slightly, his curiousity peaked still. He was very excited that his 'mione, his Luna, and that boy from the hospital waiting room were coming to stay the night at his house as well as two other children he hadn't met yet. They were also going to be having a barbeque with some of the other kids' parents. He wasn't so keen on that particular idea.
"Building the house of course." Sirius stated simply, lying right through his teeth. He didn't want to have to explain that particular part of life to his godson just yet. He was still just a preschooler after all.
"Oh." Harry nodded, satisfied with the answer and looking up at the clock that hung on the wall above the window above the sink. "Is it ten yet, Padfoot?"
"Not yet, we've got a couple more hours until Hermione gets here. But in the mean time, why don't you go out to the back garden and fly your broom around for a bit?"
"Yeah!" Harry nodded brightly, excited. It had been just under a week since Padfoot and Moony had shown him how to fly and he had gone out every day since. The weather was sunny and bright, one of those perfect summer Saturdays that felt just wonderful. He ate at his pancakes faster, wanting to finish and get to his broom.
"Slow down!" Remus laughed, reaching over and patting Harry on the back. "If you hurry, you might choke. Besides, you've still got to get dressed before you can ride your broom."
"Can I wear my Quidditch shirt?"
"Sure ya can, they're your clothes, your pick."
"Alright!" Harry punched a fist in the air and finished eating his breakfast before he raced upstairs. He loved his Quidditch shirt with the cape. As soon as his plate was clear, he shot from the table, his bare footsteps echoing up the stairs only moments later. Sirius laughed.
"He's so much like James."
"And twice as much like Lily." Remus added, grinning himself. Harry was the perfect balance between the two almost, though his inner nature seemed to be that of his mother… his kindness towards the world around him.
Harry spent the morning shooting around the garden on his broom, a shrunken Quaffle under his arm, his conductor's hat on his head. Sirius brought his pedal train out of the house and set it down on the concrete path that circled the garden and all of its flowerbeds, giving the train a 'track' to run on.
When the doorbell rang at a quarter after ten, Harry heard it. He nearly toppled off of his broom in his haste to get to the front door, knowing that it had to be Hermione. He dropped his broom to the grass and ran inside, overtaking Padfoot in the hallway. The older man laughed, right behind his godson as the little boy grasped the large doorknob with both hands and tugged it open.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed brightly, hugging him as soon as she spotted him.
"Ah! Welcome!" Sirius beamed brightly, offering his hand to shake Mrs. Granger's. "We're so happy you could make it, are you sure you can't stay for lunch?"
"Afraid not. I've got a root canal at one." Mrs. Granger smiled and shook his hand. "If anything comes up though…"
"We'll call you right away."
"I'll be fine, Mummy." Hermione stated boldly, smiling up at her mother and nearly rolling her eyes at her worry. "If you need to, you can give me a ring before bedtime so you're not so scared." Mrs. Granger laughed and hugged her daughter, giving her a kiss.
"Alright, darling. You be sure to mind your manners and do as you're told, understood?"
"I understood the last six times, Mummy." Hermione stated cheekily, kissing her mother's cheek and hugging her round the neck tightly.
"And if you get homesick you can always…"
"…give you and Daddy a ring."
"Well, we won't have time for getting homesick, we're going to be having too much fun, right Harry?" Sirius asked, patting his godson's hair back.
"Mhm!" Harry nodded, clapping his hands together. "I gots all my toys ready and lots of books and we're gonna has a puppet show too!"
"See Mummy? Books and puppet shows. I'll be fine."
"Alright sweetheart." Mrs. Granger nodded and hugged her daughter tighter, covering her in kisses. "I love you."
"I love you too, Mummy. Have a good root canal!"
"Have a nice sleepover."
"Ok! Bye Mummy!" Hermione waved at her as Harry grabbed her hand, leading her away towards the stairs. He wanted to show her all of his books. Sirius smiled and took Hermione's overnight bag and pink sleeping bag from a teary Mrs. Granger.
"I'm not sure about this… she's so excited now… but later… when it's bedtime…"
"Remus and I will make sure she's well looked after, Jean, don't you worry. She'll have plenty of company and Remus is one awesome story teller."
"I know you will. Harry is such a happy little boy, that takes good parenting. I just worry… she's my only baby…"
"We'll call you with hourly updates."
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Jean nodded, looking a little bit more relieved at the idea of knowing how her most precious possession was doing on her very first sleep over. "If I'm with a patient, just leave a message with my secretary. I'll make sure she writes down everything you say, word for word."
"And she'll never be the wiser unless she asks to call you."
"Yes! Oh, perfect!" Mrs. Granger nodded and gave Sirius a very quick hug. "Thank you. She's so happy about this… the kids at her preschool don't really pay her much attention unless it's to pick on her… she's too well spoken for them I think… so smart and reading already… sometimes I worry about her social skills… Harry makes her feel so much more like a normal four year old."
"Harry loves that she can read. It's all he's talked about since we first told him she was coming. That and asking which books we thought she'd like the most."
"That's such a relief." Mrs. Granger beamed and shook his hand. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow around noon then."
"Aye aye." Sirius nodded and waved as she walked back to her car. He watched her drive off before closing the front door and listening to the giggles coming from upstairs. He grinned… they were going to have a blast.
"OH! You have lots of books, Harry!" Hermione squealed excitedly as she looked at the bookcase in his bedroom. Harry puffed his chest out proudly and selected one of the books from the shelf.
"My Moony teachded me how to read da words in dis one." Harry plopped down on the floor, ready to show off his skills. He'd been working hard at sounding out the words with Moony's help, but he was pretty sure he could at least get through the first couple of pages without help now. And the pictures on the bottom of each page helped a lot. He pointed to the first word. "Cat."
"Cat!" Hermione clapped proudly, sitting down on the floor beside him and pointing to the next word.
"Rat." Harry grinned at her.
"Bat." Hermione grinned pointing to the bat on the page and then to the next word, looking to Harry to read it. He frowned. Moony hadn't gone over this one yet…
"I dunno dat one yets."
"Let's sound it out, then." Hermione stated kindly, pointing to each letter in turn. "D… Duh."
"D... Duh."
"O… Aw.'
"O… Aw."
"G... Ga."
"G… Ga…. D duh a aw g ga duh aw ga... duhawga… dog!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the picture of the doggy at the bottom of the page.
"Right!" Hermione nodded and rose from the floor, taking the book with her and wandering over to the easel in the corner. She set the book on the table and took up one of Harry's crayons. "Let's play school. I'll be the teacher and teach you how to read, ok?"
"Ok!" Harry agreed excitedly. He sat down in one of the little yellow chairs at his table, watching as Hermione wrote different words on his big paper pad. For the next hour or so, Hermione wrote words and helped Harry sound them out, teaching him the sounds of each of the different letters as they went along. When Remus came upstairs to find him, Hermione had written a whole sentence on the pad for Harry to try out.
"Th…the… duh-aw… dog! Rrr…uh…nnn..ssss… ruhnnss… runs! Fa…fa…aaah…sss…ttt…fa..ahss..t.. fast! The dog runs fast." Hermione squealed, hugging him as he got it right after trying a few times before. Remus clapped proudly.
"Well done, Harry! You're reading!" Remus scooped him up out of his chair and hugged him tightly, very happy. "And a good job, Hermione, for teaching him so well."
"Thank you." Hermione beamed proudly.
"Well, guys, the rest of our guests are here for the barbeque, why don't we head down to the back garden and make some new friends?"
"Yeah!' Harry nodded excitedly. He wanted to meet these two new kids that were supposed to be spending the night tonight with them and see Luna and that Neville boy who liked blocks. The three of them trooped downstairs and through the kitchen, heading out into the garden where Sirius had the grill going and had enlarged a table to seat them all.
Harry's eyes widened as he stepped out onto the back step. Everywhere he looked all he could see was red hair. On his swing, on his train, even on his toy broomstick. A flash of red shot past him in the form of an older boy whooping, chasing after a Frisbee followed by another boy a bit younger, but still just as brightly locked.
"Harry, Hermione, this is Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."
"Why hello there dears." Harry looked up to find a very kind faced woman with startling red hair smiling down at him. He gulped and dashed behind Sirius, feeling shy as he always did when confronted with new adults.
"It's alright, Harry. They won't hurt you."
"It is very nice to meet you young lady." Mr. Weasley crouched down and offered Hermione his hand. She took it with a winning smile.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Weasley. I'm Hermione."
"Oh, what a lovely name, Hermione." Mrs. Weasley smiled and patted her head affectionately. "You must meet my Ginny. Oh… Ginny!" She called across the yard. A small streak of red and blue came flying across the green grass, coming to a halt at her mother's side. Ginny Weasley was all pigtails and freckles, dirt smudging her face and grass stains on her dress, feet bare.
Harry's eyes widened and he peeked out from behind Sirius's legs, nearly falling over in his haste to get a better look at the girl. He had never seen any girl on the planet with hair that red, nor the ability to get so fantastically messy. All the girls he had ever come across were fairly clean, even Luna had gotten her hands washed by her mother after they'd painted… but this new girl… she looked like she wouldn't get her hands washed until it was time to eat at least!
"Hermione, this is my Ginny. Ginny, dear, this is… oh where did you put your shoes this time? Oh dear… well… this is Hermione. Say hello."
"Hello!" Ginny laughed, hands behind her back and leaning forward on her tip toes to grin at Hermione.
"It's nice to meet you, Ginny." Hermione seemed slightly taken aback for a moment before she smiled and stuck out her hand to the smaller girl. Ginny grasped it, but didn't shake. Instead, she dragged Hermione off in the direction of the swing, the older girl stumbling to keep up. Harry forgot to be afraid and went after them. He wanted to play with the red headed Ginny girl too.
Sirius laughed, watching how his godson's eyes got really large when he spotted the Weasley's only daughter and then at how fast he chased after her and Hermione. "Look at him go, Moony, just like his dad!"
Remus laughed as well, nearly spewing lemonade out of his nose in his fit of hysterics.
"Pardon?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking quite confused as to what was so funny.
"It's just… the Potter men seem to have some strange gene that causes them to fancy redheads. Harry's dad married a red head, his father married a red head, and his father, and his father… it's an incredible and fascinating cycle."
"And it looks like the gene hasn't surpassed Harry."
"Hi." Harry stated shyly, watching as Hermione pushed Ginny on the swing, humming happily as the younger girl begged to be sent higher.
"Hi!" Ginny waved at him and stuck her feet out, making the swing come to a jarring and dusty stop. She climbed off of it. "I like cher hats."
"Thanks." Harry grinned at her and moved behind the swing as Hermione climbed onto it. He gave her a push and Ginny joined him, both of them pushing one side and sending the swing a bit lopsided.
"Hi!" A squeal emitted from a little boy as he ran across the lawn towards them, falling over his feet and tumbling to the dirt. He laughed and pushed himself up. "Hi Harry."
"Hi Neville! I gotted my blocks out so we can builds a big big big tower." Harry pointed towards the patio where his blocks were. Moony had said he would have a hard time building on the grass, but that the patio would be perfect.
"Oh! I love blocks!" Hermione slowed the swing down, coming slowly to a stop and climbing off of it.
"HAWWY!"
"Luna!" Harry waved at her as she came running for them, tackling him down to the grass and hugging him tightly.
"Hihi brodda."
"Hihi sissy. Dis is 'mione, an' Neville, an' Ginny."
"I'm fwee!" Luna stated proudly, announcing it to all of her new companions.
"I'm fwee too!" Ginny squealed, hopping up and down excitedly and grabbing Luna's hand. "Let's make muddy piesies!"
"Otay!" Luna laughed and the two girls dragged one another off towards the corner of the garden where a pair of identical older boys were building something out of the mud they'd created with the garden hose.
Harry grinned and turned to follow Hermione and Neville to the blocks, but was distracted by yet another streak of red from the corner of his eye. He stopped and turned around, but he couldn't see where it had come from. He frowned and circled the tree, wondering if the redness was on the other side of it. He yelped as he ran into a boy almost exactly the same size as him.
"Ow!"
"Ouchie!" Harry flopped backwards on the grass. He rubbed at his nose for a minute and then looked up at the other boy. His clothes were old, worn out and looking as though they'd seen better days, but not the least bit holey. The knees of his jeans had patches on them though and just as many grass stains as Ginny. They had to be brother and sister, actually, now that Harry thought about it, maybe all the red heads he'd seen today were Ginny's brothers. They all looked fairly alike.
"Hi. I'm Harry."
"Ronnie." The red headed boy stated, rubbing at his forehead and then grinning at Harry quite friendlily. "This is cher house, right?"
"Mhm." Harry nodded and stood up, offering a hand to Ronnie who grabbed it. They both tugged him up off of the ground. Harry looked around and noted that his train was no longer occupied. He pointed to it. "Wanna play?"
"Yeah, sure!" Ronnie beamed and ran for the train, Harry chasing after him. Ron climbed onto the front of the train and Harry climbed into the car. He took off his hat and set it on his new friend's head.
"You gotta wear da 'ductor's hat to drive." Ronnie grinned and pulled the hat fully onto his head. He put his feet on the pedals and began to chug them along, both of the boys making the sound effects a real train would make. Harry pointed to the oldest red haired boys he could see. "Are dose your broddas?"
"Yep." Ronnie nodded, stopping his pedaling and pointing. "Dat's Bill, he's firteen, and Charlie, he's eleven. And dat one over dere is Percy…" He wrinkled up his nose motioning first to the Frisbee playing boys and then to a bespectacled boy sitting quietly at the table with a book. "He's eight. And Fred and George are six." He pointed over at the identical boys playing in the mud with Luna and Ginny. "And dat's my sista, Ginny. She's three today, but I'm four."
"I'm four too!" Harry laughed excitedly, not able to imagine having so many brothers and sisters. He figured he could point out to other kids to Ronnie though. He pointed over at Hermione and Neville who had gotten a good start on their block tower. "Dat's 'mione and Neville… and dat's Luna. She's my make-believe sissy."
Ron nodded appreciatively and turned around on the train seat to talk to Harry better. "D'you like Quidditch?"
"Yes!" Harry beamed and pointed over to his toy broom that was leaning against the tree Ronnie had been behind. He must have been playing with it, but Harry didn't mind. He liked Ronnie. "What's cher faborite color?"
"Orange. You?"
"Red. Amimal?"
"Lion."
"Me too!" Harry laughed and Ron started to pedal again, both boys quite happy with their choice of companion for the time being. Harry thought Ron was a lot of fun so far. And he was a really good pedaler and he liked lions too.
"Lunch time!" Mrs. Weasley called, her voice able to echo though the entire garden due to a lot of practice. With seven children, one had to be able to make themself heard over the din. Toys were dropped and feet ran for the table, the Weasley children knowing what would happen if they didn't do as their mother said. They were hungry anyway. Harry grabbed hold of Ronnie's hand and they made their way over to the table together, making sure to get seats beside one another. "Hands."
Harry watched curiously as Mrs. Weasley went down the table, tapping her wand against each of the children's hands in turn. Harry's eyes widened as he watched the dirt and grime disappear from Ronnie's hands… even the dirt under his nails was gone! Mrs. Weasley bent down and pressed her lips against her son's cheek, blowing against it and making the little boy laugh and hug her around the neck. Harry decided he wasn't scared of her anymore. Anyone who could do fun raspberry's against cheeks was ok in his book.
Harry looked down at his own dirty hands and held them up to Mrs. Weasley. She was Ronnie's mum, he'd realized, which meant she had to be nice. Ronnie seemed to like her well enough. Harry offered up his own hands to her, beaming as she tapped her wand against them. He felt a tickling warmth spread throughout his hands and he laughed, watching as they automatically were cleansed. He wondered if Padfoot knew that spell, it would make it so he wouldn't have to take baths… but then… he did enjoy his baths.
Hermione had taken the seat to Harry's other side, and she was watching Mrs. Weasley with the utmost curiosity. Harry had never seen her look so confused about anything, so he decided he'd help her out. He pointed to Mrs. Weasley's wand. "It's magic."
"Magic?"
"Mhm! My Padfoot and Moony are magic too. And they say I'm magic, and Luna is magic, and Neville is magic."
"My whole family's magic." Ronnie stated, leaning forward to get a better look at Hermione. He stared at her, tilting his head to one side. "You're a Muggle isn't you?"
"I…" Hermione looked even more confused, and she frowned at the name Ronnie had called her. She glared at him. "Well, you… you're… you're a... a… a hiney-head!" She burst into tears, burying her face in her arms.
Sirius, spotting trouble, hurried over and lifted the tearful Hermione up and out of her seat. She got called so many names at school... "What's going on over here?"
"He called me a Muggle, Mr. Black." Hermione stated, rubbing at her eyes. She was quite embarrassed for crying in front of her friends.
"Oh, well being a Muggle isn't a bad thing, Hermione." Sirius chuckled, giving her a hug. "But you're not a Muggle. You're just Muggleborn."
"Muggleborn?"
"It means you're a witch with non-magic parents."
"I'm not a witch."
"Sure you are. You ever do strange things that you're not sure how you did them?"
"Yes… sometimes." Hermione nodded, her brown eyes getting bigger and bigger at the very idea. Her! A witch! Wow…
"There you are then. You're magic. Everyone here is a witch or wizard, sweetheart." Sirius patted her back and set her back down in her chair. Hermione nodded, picking up her napkin and dabbing at her eyes politely. "But you must keep it a secret, alright? Your mummy and daddy can't know until you're eleven."
"Alright." Hermione nodded, feeling much better now that she understood. She frowned. "Mr. Black, you should probably give me a time out. I called Ronnie a mean name. Four minutes to think about what I've done."
"I don't think that'll be necessary. How about an apology?" Sirius suggested, really not wanting to put the little girl in a time out, even if she felt she deserved one. She was quite the strange child.
Hermione nodded and leaned forward to look at Ronnie again. "I am very sorry I called you a hiney-head, Ronnie. Will you forgive me?"
"Yeah." Ronnie nodded, grinning at her cheekily. Hermione smiled back, obviously satisfied. She held her hands up to Mrs. Weasley.
"May I have mine cleaned as well, Mrs. Weasley?"
"Of course you may, dear." Mrs. Weasley smiled and tapped her wand against Hermione's hands, a bit shocked at the girl's manners, but pleased all the same. If only she could get her seven to behave like that. Even Percy wasn't as well behaved as this little girl was.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The meal was fairly uneventful after that, but quite fun all the same. Hamburgers and hotdogs, potatoe salad, coleslaw, and plenty of other yummy things, like watermelon. Harry was going for his third piece of the pretty red fruit when Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen behind a giant floating cake shaped like a pink kitty with three candles burning on it's head. "Happy birthday to you…"
The rest of the party caught on quickly, singing and watching as the cake floated down to land on the table before a messy faced and clapping Ginny who laughed. Once the song finished, she blew out the candles.
The cake was served, its pink frosting sticking to the roof of Harry's mouth, but it was still one of the best cakes he had ever eaten. It was moist and sticky chocolate on the inside with little bits of toffee cooked in.
"Mummy made her a dolly." Ronnie stated through a mouthful of cake. He pointed over at a red haired, green dress wearing rag doll that was sitting beside Ginny's plate, its green button eyes glinting on the sun. "She likes green best and her sleepin' bag is green too."
"Ginny's staying over tonight?" Harry stated excitedly. He liked Ginny. "Are you staying too, Ronnie?"
"Yep. My sleepin' bag is orange." Ronnie stated proudly, digging his spoon into his ice cream with relish. (A/N: No, not pickle relish, it means delight.)
"Yay!" Harry laughed, nearly tossing his own spoon in his happiness. "'mione, Neville, and Luna are staying too. We're gonna sleep in my playroom and has a puppet show."
"You have a playroom?" Ronnie asked, his eyes widening as he turned his head to look at the big house curiously.
"Mhm. My cousin, Dudley, hadda playroom too. But he breakded most of his toys." Harry stated conversationally. "He didn't share. But I'll share all my toys…" Harry grinned, thinking about how much fun it was going to be to play with his toys with his friends as opposed to playing all by himself all the time. Even after the sleepover was over, he hoped he would be able to keep playing with his friends more often. He enjoyed spending time with them.
"Ok!" Ronnie nodded excitedly, eating his dessert a little faster now, wanting to be able to see what toys Harry had. He had never really played with anything that hadn't belonged to one of his older brothers before, and usually by the time it got to him, it was so beaten up that it wasn't much fun to play with anymore. His mum did her best to repair them, but there was only so much she could do after a certain point. Even a witch needed at least one of a toy truck's wheels in order to duplicate it.
When the table had been cleared and the sun was even higher in the sky than it had been, the back garden erupted in a pre-planned water war. Sirius got a sprinkler, water guns, and a bucket of water balloons he'd filled that morning out of the garden shed.
Boys lost their shirts and Mrs. Lovegood took the little girls inside to put on their bathing suits. Mrs. Weasley applied a second coat of sunscreen to her gaggle of easily burnt redheaded children. Harry laughed as Moony rubbed the sunscreen onto his back, enjoying the coolness of the lotion. It was impossibly hot out today and he'd even had to take his hat off due to the sweat it was causing.
When they got sick of being hit by water balloons by the older boys, the group of younger children convened in the fish pond, the shallow water not above any of their waists in the deepest end. The little colorful pebbles tickled Harry's toes gently, smooth and silky. He giggled, reaching down and picking up a particularly lovely green one and offering it to Ginny. "Happy birffay."
Ginny squealed and took the stone, hugging it to her chest with both hands. She set it safely on her towel spread out on the grass beside the pond. The older boys were all over on the other side of the garden, shooting one another with balloons and squirt guns. Padfoot, Moony, and Mr. Weasley had joined them. Mrs. Lovegood and Mrs. Weasley were sitting beside the pond, keeping a close eye on the little ones while Mr. Lovegood had an animated discussion with Mrs. Longbottom, Neville's Granny.
"Fissy… come heahs fissy…" Luna giggled, crouched at the edge of the pond, her hands swirling in the water as she tried to catch one of the little goldfish. The fish flitted between her fingers and she laughed louder, her delight echoing through the garden.
Harry laughed, watching her and reaching down to try and help her catch the fishy, but failing miserably. It was a very slippery fish, and he didn't think it wanted to be caught anyway. He looked over to where Ron and Hermione were having a splash war, the latter not looking too pleased that she kept getting hit in the face with water while the former looked quite thrilled. He turned his attention to Neville, who was looking down at the water nervously.
"What's wrong, Neville?"
"The fishies aren't gonna bite my toeses off is they?" Neville said at last, eyeing the fish warily.
"No. They's mouths is too lil'." Harry laughed, reaching out and grabbing Neville's hand, coaxing the other boy into the little pond. "They's nice."
"Ok." Neville nodded and climbed in, biting his lip and letting out a sigh once he was in. He laughed as one fish swam around him and then splashed at Harry. Harry giggled and splashed back, happy that his friend had finally decided to come into the pond with them.
"Everything alright over here?" A very wet and dripping Padfoot inquired as he sat down at the edge of the pond and dipped his feet into the water. Harry hurried over to climb into his lap, snuggling up against him.
"Luna's gonna try a catch a fishy and I gibbed Ginny a rock, and Ronnie is beatin' 'mione in a splash fight, and Neville isn't scared of the fishies no more. He thoughted they was gonna eat his toeses, but they don't."
Padfoot laughed at the four year old's explanation of the events taking place at the little pond and hugged him close. "Are you enjoying the pond?"
"Mhm." Harry nodded.
"Well, it's about time to be heading inside now. It's getting late and your friends' parents are going to be leaving soon. They'll probably want to tell them good night before they do. We can play more games after."
"Ok." Harry nodded and climbed off of Padfoot's lap. He helped him gather his friends and they all wrapped up in towels, drying off. The barbeque may be ending, but the sleepover was just beginning.
Yay! Another one! Heh, so, I was all 'crap, when was Ginny's birthday?' so I checked, and hocrap, it's the following Saturday, which is the exact day when I had the barbeque planned for. So, I threw it in there. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Lemme know what you thought!
Later gators, with love,
S.Q.O.