Grim Defeat
By Spark
The rain was falling down on the window and that meant the kids couldn't go outside. Ron sighed he was going to have to do something with them in the house. He just didn't have his two but Harry and Ginny's kids too. Right now they were playing upstairs with each other. He knew it wouldn't last for long.
"Dad," He heard his six year old son yell from upstairs. Then he heard footsteps running down the stairs. Ron put down the paper wasn't reading. Hugo stuck his head in the sitting room. "James took the dragon I was playing with and he won't give it back."
Before Ron could say anything, James showed up with the dragon in question. "He said I could play with,"
"No, I didn't," Hugo was mad he had his hands in a fit and was turning red. James looked like it didn't affect him.
"I asked you," James was going to say more but Hugo interrupted him.
"And I didn't answer so that meant you couldn't play with it." Hugo was bringing back his hand to punch James, Ron thought it was time for him to seat in.
"Stop it both of you," Both of the children looked at him. "I think it's time I took the dragon." Ron put his hand out to get the dragon from James. James placed the dragon in Ron's hand. "If you can't play nice you can sit down here with me." Ron knew the boys wouldn't like that and saw them both run off. Ron took the dragon and sat in on one of the top selves of the bookcase so the kids wouldn't take it. He went back to his paper that he wasn't reading.
Not ten minutes later all five of them came downstairs. "Dad." "Uncle Ron." They said at the same time. Ron sighed in his head. "We're bored." His eight year old daughter, Rose said. Ron put his paper aside.
"Why don't I tell you a story?" All of them beside James nodded. They came seats around him. Ron racked his brain to find a story that the kids haven't heard. "Do you know the story about two boys and a girl breaking into the banks?"
Ron saw James roll his eyes. "Yes," He sighed like he was too old to be here.
"I like that story," Al said.
"You like that because it has a dragon in it," James said like it was no big deal. Al wanted to say something but Ron stopped the fight between them.
"How about I tell you the story about my uncle Bilius and how he saw the grim." Ron saw that James was trying to find fault with it but nothing came. Ron took that as a good sign.
"Bilius was walking down the road, minding his own business. He was in a good place then he looked up in the sky and saw the grim. It looked a big dog. Bilius knew then that he was going to die. He die twenty-four hours later."
"Is that it?" James asked.
"Yep," Ron said.
"That is not a story." He crossed his arms.
"What can you tell a better story?" Ron asked with a smile.
"Yeah," He threw Ron a challenging look.
"Well go ahead than," Ron waved his arm in front of himself, giving him the floor. James started his story soon everyone was telling their stories.