"Do I want to know why our eldest son is calling our youngest one, and I quote, 'a very bad dead eater'?" Will asked in amusement after doing the bedtime routine with the boys.

"He was trying to play 'Harry Potter' with Michael. Again." JJ explained.

Will frowned. "He wasn't waving a wand in his face again, was he? I told him not to do that-"

"He was just shouting spells at him," JJ assured him.

"Ah. And Michael didn't like that?"

"Absolutely not and I didn't like the insults that Henry was shouting along with the spells."

Will's eyebrows went so far up his head that they almost disappeared.

"I told him off and got him to apologise and he's not to play that game anymore with him."

She probably should have put a stop to it sooner.

"Sounds good."

"I should never have read those books to him."

She'd been feeling a bit of guilt over that ever since she had had to scold Henry. Maybe they weren't really age appropriate. Maybe she should have left bits put when she read them to him.

"Hey, don't do that. The first few books are rated for six or seven and up. He's eight."

"A young eight."

Will shook his head, not letting her think that she had done anything wrong.

"He's old enough. He's a kid, he's going to do silly things and scare his brother without realising it."

"Hmm," she said unconvincingly.

"Remember when he wanted to stroke Michael's head and we had to stop that because he kept nearly putting finger up his nose or mouth?"

JJ had to choke back a laugh at that as she nodded in remembrance. Henry had always wanted to love on his baby brother, even if he got a bit too enthusiastic at times. And she supposed that his Harry Potter game was one of those times. He just wanted to include him. But still...

"Reading those bools to him wasn't a bad thing," Will repeated, knowing what she was thinking.

"But what if I-"

"Mommy? Daddy?" came a small voice from the door.

It was Henry, barefoot and all bleary-eyed and mussed up hair from sleep.

"What's up, Cherie?" asked Will gently.

"Can't sleep," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. "Bad dreams."

"Bad dreams, huh?" Will clucked sympathetically.

"Uh huh. Dead Eaters were trying to get me. I don't want them to get me."

"And this is why we don't play Harry Potter," JJ said with a sigh, picking Henry up to give him a cuddle.

Maybe this was their fault for reading the first few books to him in the first place. They were okay for an eight year old but JJ had not wanted to expose him to the violence of the end of the fourth book and beyond, even if Henry begged her because he had heard that it had dragons and he loved dragons. But that had been a hard no. She was not exposing her little boy to death like that. She wasnt sure how he had managed to pick up Death Eaters though. Probably kids talking about them at school. And he only really knew that they were the bad guys, nothing more than that, thankfully.

"Death Eaters arent going to get you," she soothed. "You're okay. Remember, you were the hero?"

"The proph-prophesied one," Henry nodded with a yawn.

"Exactly. Death Eaters don't win over heros."

"But you wouldn't let me finish the game! There were dead eaters left!"

The snort from her husband was really not necessary.

"No, there weren't , sweetheart."

"There were!"

"Your brother was not a Death Eater," she said firmlt.

"But-"

"Henry."

"Aw. It's not fair!"

JJ decided not to address that right now. He was overtired and had had a bad dream. His emotions were all over the place, a bit of whining was to be expected. So, she just carried him over to the couch and snuggled with him, hoping to reassure him that his nightmare wasn't real and to get him sleepy again.

Though, it was harder than you thought to remind an eight year old that his make-believe games were just that, make believe . Especially when it sounded like his nightmare was very relaistic.

They got there in the end, though, and Henry was soon lying heavily on her chest, on the cusp of sleep.

"Mama?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Do you think Uncle Spence will play Harry Potter with me tomorrow?"

Spencer was coming over to babysit the boys tomorrow, something Henry was extremely excited about.

"Is it really a good idea to play it if it's going to give you bad dreams?"

"Nothing i do with Uncle Spence will give me bad dreams," he said reproachfully.

"Yeah, don't you know that, Cher?" Will teased ber through a laugh.

"I'm sure he will then," she said with a roll of her eyes.

She made a mental note to tell Spencer to not give Henry any graphic details of spells like last time. The addition of the 'Leg locker' curse to his games was not appreciated. The last thing they needed was even more violent reactions during his game.

"Maybe he'll even be athe big bad guy for you and you can shoot at him instead of Michael," she encouraged, not sure how much he knew about Voldemort and not sure how much she wanted him to know about Voldemort.

Henry leaned away from her to give her an exasperated look.

"Uncle Spence can't be Voldy-mutt, Mama! He has too much hair!"