Today the pent house suite which Harry Potter and his family occupied was quiet. Amazingly the twins were asleep, Sirius and Isabella were asleep but Harry sat in his room at his desk writing. He was trying to fix the problem which had occurred the day he had talked to Dumbledore. After a few minutes a light knock at the door bought Harry back.
"Harry, are you ok?" Isabella stepped in, still in her night gown, and sat on Harry's unmade bed.
"I'm fine, just trying to fix this." He muttered. Isabella nodded.
"Daddy?" Isabella and Harry looked over at the door were a very sleepy Truth stood, rubbing her eyes with her small clenched fist.
"Truth, what are you doing up?" Harry asked, as Truth walked over and crawled into his lap.
"I woke up and Hope was asleep." Truth yawned. "Whatcha doing?"
"Talking. Are you hungry?" Harry asked. Truth nodded and laid her head on Harry's chest and yawned again. "Want some breakfast?"
"Ok." Truth climbed off his lap and made her way to the kitchen.
"I'll get her breakfast and you get some sleep." Isabella ordered.
"Yes mum." Harry smiled. Isabella smiled and followed Truth. Harry packed his papers away and looked over at his dresser, he had placed his favourite photos, Truth and Hope when they'd first been born, the two were sleeping side-by-side in pale pink blankets, Isabella, The twins and Sirius when they'd all gone to the beach, the twins and Isabella had buried Sirius in the sand and only his head was visible, Truth and Hope's four birthday parties and Isabella dressed as a ferry for their second birthday, Hermione and Ron with Morgan, Julian, Dianna and Chris, The three when they'd been at school and pictures of his parents and finally the picture of Hope and Truth when he'd taken them to his first Quidditch match. Harry sighed and opened a drawer to stuff his papers in when he caught sight of one of his favourite photos which wasn't on his dresser, in a gold frame was a picture of…
Discover moreGaming merchandiseManga subscriptionsTV show guidesWriting contestsBooks & Literature"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sirius ran past Harry's open door and in fright he dropped the photo onto his desk.
"What's going on?" He heard Isabella shout.
"The twins! They dumped flour on me!" Sirius yelled and sure enough he was as covered in flour as the morning before. Isabella burst out laughing as the twins appeared with big grins on their faces. Isabella tried to look stern but failed. Harry smiled and went back into his room to change. Hope trotted in.
"Daddy, Uncle Sirius must be angry coz his face is bright red!" Harry chuckled and searched through his wardrobe for some clothes. Hope climbed onto his chair and looked at the stuff on his desk. "Daddy, why do you have a picture of Mr Draco?" Hope held up the gold framed photo of Draco, it was the week after the war and it was Draco, amazingly, smiling, a muggle photo. Harry froze as Hope held it up. In two strides he reached Hope and snatched the frame out of her hands.
"Out." His voice was low and cold. Hope shivered at the tone, never had her Daddy spoken like that. She fled the room. Harry threw the photo back in the drawer and heard the faint breaking of glass. He slammed it shut, threw on the clothes and sat down at his desk.
After Hope had finished explaining what had happened Isabella sighed. "Don't get your father worked up, he's having a lot of trouble right now and doesn't need you two poking around." Hope and Truth pouted. "And don't you two give me that look!" She placed two bowls of cereal in front of the two. The two ate and had mine wars behind Isabella's back. Finally Sirius reappeared, his hair damp. "Cereal?" Isabella asked, placing a bowl in front of him. Sirius mumbled something and picked up his spoon.
"What are we doing today Aunt Izzie?" Truth asked, flicking a spoon full of coco pops at her sister.
"Well your fathers busy so Sirius and are taking you to see London."
"What's Daddy doing?" Hope asked after wiping cereal from her cheek.
"Bassines he needs to take care of. Now hurry up and get dressed." Isabella ordered, the two ran of to their room and Isabella looked over at Sirius. "I hope Harry will be alright."
"Of course he will!" Sirius smiled reassuringly. "He's James' son, he'll find a way out of it."
"I hope your right."
Dumbledore sighed and flipped through more documents searching for something; anything to help Harry and make sure the problem was dealt with before a hearing was needed. He was on the verge of giving up when the door opened and in steeped a twelve-year-old student with shoulder-length blood-red hair, pale skin, clear brown eyes and a worried look.
"Um…I hope I'm not disturbing you Mr Dumbldore sir, I really need to talk…" She mumbled looking at the floor.
"Please, call me Albus. Take a seat." He gestured to the empty seat in front of his desk. "What can I do for you Constance?"
Discover morePublishing resourcesFan fiction platformCopyright guidance serviceCreative writing toolsBooks"Well," Constance sunk unsteadily into the offered seat, "It's about the case, between Harry Potter and my father…" She rubbed her arm nervously.
"You mean the case between Harry Potter and Gerald Ruth?" Constance nodded.
"M-my Father is serious about this case and won't stop until he's achieved what he wants…"
Isabella and Sirius were all but dragged through London by the excited twins, the two had never seen London properly and were amazed at the big crowded city full of muggle things. They dragged them to an amusement park were Sirius got sick on the tea-cup ride, and bought loads of cotton candy and jumped around on a sugar high. Finally the sky became dark and Isabella and Sirius were able to drag the twins home, who were still on a sugar high. At home Harry's mood hadn't changed much and he seemed more stressed then before and kept rubbing his blood-shot eyes.
"Harry, I think you should take some potion and go to bed." Isabella suggested, scared for the wellbeing of her best friend's son.
"I'm fine Izzie." Harry snapped.
"It was just a suggestion…" Isabella muttered.
"I'm sorry Izzie, this is stressing me out and I have a Quidditch match in three weeks, I really need to get this case over with and go back to Australia." He collapsed onto his bed and sighed. "Why do these things happen to me?" Isabella sighed and sat next to him.
"Maybe this is a blessing in disguise?" Isabella suggested Harry gave her the 'you-have-to-be-kidding' look. "Well think about it, maybe it would be a good time to talk to Draco…"
"No time is a good time!" Isabella rolled her eyes.
"Harry James Potter, you are way too much like your father!" Harry smiled and closed his eyes. But a tapping at his window made him open them again. Isabella got up and walked to the window and let the owl in and took the letter. She read threw it bite her lip and looked at Harry. "You better have a lawyer Harry…"