Disclaimer: see chapter 1
A/N: Does anybody still read this? Should I continue or just quite while I'm ahead?
"A troll? In Hogwarts?" asked Addie. It was Christmas holidays and the children had returned home. Peter had just gotten through telling his family exactly what had happened and how he was almost revealed.
"No Addie, it was a pixie just taking an evening swim in the Great Lake." Said Peter rolling his eyes. He didn't know what to do or how to feel but he knew he had to be strong for his family.
"The point is that none of them should go back." Said Margareta as she sipped a brandy. It was Christmas Eve and she just wanted to enjoy the time with her children while they were there.
"Margareta, you may be right but we can't just pull them out of Hogwarts." Said Peter
"Why not? Mother and father pulled our older brother Betelgeuse out in the middle of his fifth year." Said Margareta
"Well, he was taken out for getting all of those girls pregnant." Said Peter
"And the fires." Said Addie
"And the time when he tried to resurrect that Grindylow he cursed to death." Said Peter
"I thought that was just a rumor." Said Addie
"Can we please get back on the subject?" asked Margareta
"They're my children and I say that they stay at Hogwarts." Said Peter
"Your daughter, brother." Corrected Margareta
"Fine, my daughter and Harry-"
"Made them yourself did you?" said Addie in a huff
"Fine, mine and Addie's daughter and Harry and they will stay at Hogwarts." Said Peter literally putting his foot down
"Maybe this is the kind of thing we should discuss quietly." Said Addie looking around. She knew that the children liked to spy on them
"They're sleeping." Said Peter
"Which means that they're discussing something late into the night." Said Margareta
"How is Persephone doing by the way?" asked Peter
"She's still sensitive to light but she doesn't break out in blisters and begin to suffocate so it's much better than can be expected." Said Margareta
"Well, lets be grateful that it cleared up with magic and on it's own." Said Peter
"I hope that none of our children get it." Said Addie
"Well, that's the good thing about our children being so old; we don't have to worry about that anymore." Said Peter
"I need to talk to you…alone." Said Addie glaring at Margareta
"I know what you two do in the dark of the night, that is how children are generally created after all." Said Margareta
"Leave sister." Said Peter
"Fine." Said Margareta. She left and Addie turned to Peter
"I think you know what I'm going to say."
"How could this have happened?" asked Peter putting his head in his hands. He was conflicted. On the one hand he was getting another child but on the other hand people were going to ask questions.
"Remember the night I came back." Said Addie
"Twice." Said Peter. He couldn't help himself. Addie shot him a glared and he stopped laughing
"Well, the children can't mention it of course." Said Addie
"I think Harry might have slipped up an mentioned me to Dumbledore." said Peter
"What?" asked Addie dropping her glass
"No by name and I think Dumbledore has other thing to worry about."
"Like what? You know, besides being Headmaster and all the other heads he is."
"Quirrel." Said Peter
"What about their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" asked Addie
"The mark wakes up while I'm around him. You know what else? There's a three headed dog gaurding something in the castle."
"Peter, I think you've had a bit too much to drink."
"I had my suspicions." Said Peter
"Yes, that's why you told me about Quirrel and the dog and Dumbledore." Said Addie rolling her eyes
"No, about you." Said Peter simply
"What about me?" asked Addie a bit offended
"You've adjusted the top hoop of you dress pretty high and you're drinking pumpkin juice while the rest of us are drinking Brandy."
"The children weren't drinking Brandy." Said Addie
"Beadle Bard." Said Peter
"Peter, you're a grown man."
"So?"
"You can't continue to read The Children's Fairy Tales of Beadle the Bard."
"Actually it's called the-"
"I know what it's called! The point is that you can't still be reading children's stories."
"I meant as a name if it's a boy."
"You can't be serious."
"Of course I can't be. Sirius is in Azkaban." Said Peter sadly
"I'm sorry."
"Every time I try an do some good it backfires into my stupid face."
"I like your face. It's round like a cherubs."
"A cherub? Really Addie?" said Peter in mock offense. He put his hands up and Addie laughed
"Alright, a grown man's." said Addie in mock defeat. Peter laughed and put a hand on her stomach
"We can't keep the cat in the bag forever can we?" said Peter
"Can you keep your wand in its sleeve?" asked Addie innocently
"Addie!" asked Peter blushing bright red
"It's slipping out." Said Addie pushing his wand back into its sleeve."
"Oh, grow up." Said Peter crossing his arms
"Pumpkin Celery Pettigrew." Said Addie
"What?" asked Peter
"If it's a girl." said Addie rolling her eyes. She wasn't interested in the name, she just wanted to get back at him for the Beadle Bard thing
"That's worse than Beadle Bard." said Peter. He hoped that she wasn't serious.
"It's cute." Said Addie
"What about when she grows up?" said Peter
"You know the gentlemen won't be looking at her first name." said Addie fingering the Pettigrew family ring
"And the ladies will care about his first name?" said Peter
"Fine, you have a point."
"Can I please come back in?" asked Margareta from outside the room
"Fine." Said Peter
"No." said Addie at the same time
"I have something to tell you that may be interested in." said Margareta
"What?" asked Peter trying to diffuse tension between his sister and wife
"My youngest daughter has been eveasdropping.