"OW!" Truth yelled. Harry was attempting the unthinkable, trying to brush Truth's wild hair.
"Stop complaining, you were the one who didn't want to use the potion." Harry drove the poor, damaged, brush back through her hair.
"OW! But that potion makes my hair all slimy!" Truth pouted.
Discover moreBook recommendationsWriting workshopsGaming merchandisePublishing resourcesFan fiction platform"I'm almost done." Harry promised. He drove it threw a few more times then plaited her hair and tied it up. "There, all done." Truth climbed down from the chair.
"Finally! My hair hurts." Isabella walked in and smiled at Truth's comment.
"Is daddy being mean again?" Isabella smiled, picking up the young girl.
"YES! He made me wear these ugly clothes," She indicated to the pale blue dress," and then tried to brush my hair and made it hurt!" Hope walked in, her silvery-blonde hair in a pony tail and wearing a purple dress, matching Truth's.
"Why do we have to meet these people any way?" Hope asked, tugging at the hem of her dress.
"Because," Harry picked Hope up, "There your godparents and they haven't seen us since you two were really little."
"Oh, I thought they were the Queens or something interesting." Hope sighed.
"Hope Charlotte Potter." Harry sighed.
"Yes daddy?"
"You're a worry."
"Then why did you keep me?"
"Coz nobody wanted you, coz you're smelly!" Truth giggled.
"SHUT UP TRUTH!"
"Hope! Don't yell and don't ever say 'shut up' again."
"But she's being a bum!" Hope whined.
"Don't call your sister a bum!" Harry snapped.
"Then what do I call her?"
Isabella chuckled. "Come on, it's time you three left." Harry nodded and took Truth's hand.
"Ready girls?" The two nodded, closing their eyes. With a 'snap' they disappeared.
Julian Weasley was minding his own business and playing quietly with his loud and annoying little sister, Diana. Julian was a classic Weasley, flaming red hair and freckles, his eyes were brown and he was rather tall for his age of six. Diana had long bushy red hair and cheeky blue eyes and was the average hight for a three year old. The two were playing 'exploding snap' when 'SNAP' a man and two girls appeared.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Julian and Diana hid behind a couch. One of the girls let go the man's hand and walked over to the two hiding siblings. She gave one look at the two Weasleys before grabbing a vase of water and tipping it on their heads. "AHH!"
"TRUTH! Apologise!" Harry snapped setting Hope down.
"I thought their hair was on fire." Truth shrugged grinning.
Discover moreGrammar checking toolsBeta reading serviceCopyright guidance serviceBooks & LiteratureBooks"What's going on?" They heard a women call before a brown haired women appear. "HARRY!" Before Harry could react Hermione hugged him tightly. "I haven't seen you forever! How are you?" Hope angrily tugged on Hermione's pants leg.
"Hey Miss, get of my dad!" Hermione looked down at the angry blonde and smiled.
"You must be Hope," she looked over at Truth, "and you must be Truth. You've both grown so much!" Truth and Hope exchanged a look.
"Look lady, who da hell are you?" Hope demanded.
"HOPE!" Harry scolded. "Don't be rude! This is Hermione Weasley, your godmother."
Hope and Truth looked Hermione up and down then exchanged a look before Hope spoke. "You don't look like a God." Hermione and Harry chuckled. Hermione then noticed the two cowering wet children.
"Julian, Diana, what's wrong?" Julian steeped out.
"She," he pointed to Truth, "poured water all over use!" Hermione tried to look serious but Harry could tell she was having trouble.
"Where's Ron?" Hermione looked up and smiled.
"Still working. We're going to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron for lunch." Harry nodded then looked down at the twins.
"You two behave." The two smiled innocently.
"Okay Daddy!" Hermione and Harry left the room to the kitchen and Truth and Hope turned to the two Weasley siblings.
"Wanna play a game?" Hope smirked.
Harry and Hermione were having tea and catching up.
"So where are Christian and Morgan?" Harry asked referring to the youngest and eldest of Hermione's children.
"Chris is sleeping and Morgan's at a friends. Hope and Truth seemed to have grown…" Harry sighed, setting down his mug.
"I haven't talked to him, and don't bother trying to make me, I'm leaving after the match and that is that!" Hermione gave him an annoyed look.
"He'll figure it out Harry! For Merlin's sake Hope even looks like him!" Harry opened his mouth to say something in his defence when a scream was heard and laughter. Julian and Diana ran into the kitchen dripping from head to toe in some foul smelling gunk. "What happened!"
"Hope and Truth!" Was all Julian muttered before the said twins skipped into the room smiling.
"Hey Daddy, not God, godmother, what's for lunch?" Harry glared at the twins.
Discover moreManga subscriptionsWriting workshopsGaming merchandiseComic book subscriptionsCommunity forumsDraco felt a major migraine coming on. Pansy was across from him chatting away at something Draco didn't know, or cared about.
"…and then I thought that maybe I could get a pale pink dress-"Draco cut her of and sat there staring unseeing at her. He'd never know that someone could talk so fast! …"Draco are you listing to me? DRACO!" Draco snapped out of his trance and looked at her.
"What?"
"I was saying, do you want to have pink or peach table cloths?"
"Dose it matter?"
"YES!" Draco rolled his eyes.
"Fine, what about green and silver?" Pansy thought it over.
"What about gold and pink!" Draco groaned, what was it with Pansy and pink!
"Fine." Draco stood up. "I'm going; I'll see you at five." Without waiting for an answer he threw down some money and left. Out side the little stuffy café was fresh and cool. Draco took of towards the Leaky Cauldron for a much needed drink of Fire Whiskey. But he knew not that three Potters and five Weasleys were to be there…