Hope frowned as Isabella dragged the comb back through her knotted hair.
"OW!" Hope whined throwing a glare at her sister who was giggling behind Isabella's back.
"Hold still." Isabella commanded. "How you two got hold of Sirius' wand is beyond me." The two exchanged evil grins that put the Weasley twins to shame.
Truth tugged at her pale green dress. "Why do we have to go to the Weasel house?"
"Because Daddy, Uncle Sirius and I are going out today so you're Aunt Hermy and Uncle Ron agreed to take care of you two today so you can play with Julian and Diana." The twins made a face. "And no pranks!"
"But Aunt Izzie we can't play with the Weasels, they're WEASELS!" Hope argued. Isabella frowned and tied Hope's hair up.
"Don't call them Weasels. Now where are Sirius and Harry?"
"Isabella!" Sirius entered the room caring his blue tie and warring an 'I-can't-do-this' expression.
"Yes Sirius?" Isabella stood up and watched as Sirius held up the tie.
"Help!" Isabella sighed and took the tie from him.
"You're hopeless Sirius." Isabella sighed as she did his tie. "Girls, could you two go see what your father is doing." They nodded and ran off to Harry's room.
Harry was sitting in his chair; he was fully dressed and ready to go to court. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he thought over things. Blaise had everything prepared for the trial and all Harry had to do was sit there and tell the court why he should have custody over his girls.
"Daddy, Aunt Izzie said to see what you were doing." Hope climbed into the lap of her seeker father and looked up into his distant emerald-green eyes. Harry blinked and looked down at the two.
"Oh, nothing." Harry smiled down at the two; he kissed their foreheads and picked Hope up. "Come on girls; let's not make your aunt wait."
When they entered the lounge room they found Isabella strangling Sirius with his tie.
"Take that back Sirius Black!" Isabella yelled. Sirius gagged as she tightened the knot.
"I'm…sorry!" He wheezed. Isabella loosened her hold and glared at him angrily.
"Don't ever say anything like that again!" She seethed. Sirius nodded and rubbed his neck.
"What did you say this time?" Harry asked, placing Hope down.
"That her dress was ugly." Sirius sniffed. Harry rolled his eyes and looked over at Isabella who was preparing the fire for Hope and Truth.
"Come on girls." Harry led them to the fire, cautiously walking up to Isabella. Hope and Truth came up behind him. Isabella had a handful of floo powder and was squeezing it tightly.
"The Weasley household." She threw, well more pegged, the powder at the flames that turned a deep emerald. "Get in!" Truth went first and Hope followed.
"Be good." Harry called after the two as they disappeared.
"Now Harry it's time to go." Isabella took Harry's arm and dragged him over to Sirius. "After you, Black." Sirius nodded and disappeared with a 'pop'. "Harry." Harry followed Sirius and Isabella followed him. They appeared in a council chamber were a small group of wizards and witches had gathered in the stands surrounding the small area. A long table held six council men who looked down at Harry, expecting the saviour. Harry shifted and looked around for Blaise who was yet to appear.
"What if he doesn't turn up?" Harry asked, fear and anxiety laced in his voice. Isabella placed a comforting hand on Harry's shaking shoulder.
"He will Harry." She assured him. Harry nodded not listening to her. He spotted Blaise and relief washed over him in a crashing wave.
"I'll see you guys later." Isabella and Sirius nodded before leaving to sit in the crowd. Harry approached Blaise.
"Potter, for once you came on time." Blaise smirked.
"Of course, I am fighting for my daughters." Blaise nodded and sat down at one of the two tables in front of the councils' table. Harry sat beside him and they waited in silence.
Discover moreBooksBooks & LiteratureAuthor interviewsTV show guidesStory writing softwareHope tumbled out of the Weasley's fireplace right into her sister.
"Hope!" Truth shouted pushing Hope off of her.
"Sorry." Hope smiled. She got up and dusted off her purple dress.
"Girls!" They looked over and saw their 'Aunt Hermy' walking into the room carrying Chris. "Are you two ok?" Hope nodded as Truth picked herself up and looked around for Julian and Diana.
"We're fine." Hope smiled, elbowing her sister.
"OW! What was that for?" Hope sent her a look and Truth caught on.
"Hey Aunt Hermy and Littlest Weasel."
"Are you girls' hungry?" Hermione asked choosing to ignore the Weasel comment.
"Yes!" The two chorused, racing into the kitchen. Hermione chuckled and followed them in. Diana and Julian were seated at the table waiting for their lunch. At the arrival of the two Julian paled and hide behind his hands.
"Julian, Diana, make Hope and Truth welcome." Hermione sent them pointed looks and sat Chris in his chair.
"Hello Weasels." Truth grinned, seating in the seat beside Julian while Hope sat beside Diana.
Julian glared at them. "We're not Weasels!" He growled hotly. Truth just grinned and tugged his hair. "OW!" Julian punched her and she slapped him back so he tugged her ears.
Discover moreFan art commissionsBeta reading serviceCommunity forumsBooksBooks & Literature"JULIAN RONALD WEASLEY!" Hermione had seen Julian's actions and at the arrival of the angry Hermione Truth's eyes filled with crocodile tears.
"Aunt Hermy!" She wailed. Hermione took the bait, hook, line and sinker.
"Oh it's ok Truth!" She gathered Truth into her arms and hugged her. Truth sent a smug smile over Hermione's shoulder at Julian, who glared at her.
"Mum, she's faking it!" Julian cried. Hermione frowned.
"Julian, don't make-up stories!" Truth and Hope had to clamp their hands over their mouths to stop from laughing outright.
"Where is your dad?" Diana asked when Hermione had gone back to the kitchen.
"He's out with Aunt Izzie and Uncle Sirius." Hope answered matter-of-factly.
"Doing what?" Julian asked, his curiosity taking over his anger. Hope looked around to see if anyone was listening before leaning in.
"I heard my Aunt say something about a trial." Hope whispered.
"A what?" Diana asked.
"A trial." Hope repeated.
Harry was wriggling his hands and looking around nervously. Kevin had arrived and smiled encouragingly at him. Harry looked around for Ruth but couldn't find him. Relief and anxiety washed over him and he began to fiddle with the end of his tie, looking around the room he saw everyone was whispering in hushed tones, starring down at Harry as if he were the main attraction at a zoo.
"Stop fiddling." Blaise hissed, he was stacking parchment on the table and setting everything up.
"I can't help it." Harry hissed back letting go of his poor withered tie.
"Harry!" A voice called behind him. Harry looked over his shoulder and beamed.
"Ginny!" He got up and went to greet the youngest Weasley. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in China."
"I heard about the case." Ginny smiled. Her hair which was once long was now cut shorter and she seemed older than the last time he'd seen her. She wore her Auror robes and a thin layer of make-up.
"It's good to see you." Harry smiled, hugging her again.
"You too."
"Potter, may I remind you we're in court." Blaise snapped. Harry let Ginny go and turned back to Blaise.
"Sorry." Harry muttered, sitting back down.
The council was growing impatient as Ruth or his lawyer hadn't arrived yet. As they were on the verge of sending someone to find them the doors opened with a dramatic bang and in strode two men.
One was in his late thirties with greying hair and sharp eyes that scanned the room. He wore expensive robes of a dark blue and held a leather brief case in one of his hands.
Behind him was a man that made Harry shiver and fear grip his heart.
He was tall and round with light blond hair that was almost white and steel, almost unhuman, grey eyes. He wore grubby robes made of a moss green and his hair was plastered to his head with thick amounts of grease. Gerald Ruth.
"Finally Mr Ruth." A council man sighed. "Now we can begin the case against Gerald Ruth and Harry Potter over the custody of Hope Potter and Truth Potter. Mr Gerald Ruth will be represented by Mr Travis Johnson and Mr Harry Potter will be represented by Mr Blaise Zabini. Let the trial for custody begin."
And with that last sentence Harry's life began to slowly crumble.