Harry hated the council men, he hated Ruth and his lawyer and he hated the fact that he was Harry Potter.
The trial began with the head of Council, Edward McKenzie, stating the reasons of the trial.
"We are here for the trial between Mr Gerald Ruth and Mr Harry Potter over custody of Miss Hope Potter and Miss Truth Potter.
Mr Ruth is fighting for full custody of the children and a weekly child fee from Mr Potter. While Mr Potter is also fighting for full custody of the children and a restraining order against Mr Ruth to be unable to see the children.
Mr Zabini will be representing Mr Potter while Mr Johnson represents Mr Ruth. Mr Johnson will begin."
It turned out that Johnson was a smooth talker and easily talked of how Ruth was robbed the chance of ever seeing his little girls because of Harry Potter's greediness and how Ruth should have the chance to be with them…
By the time he had sat down Harry had dug his nails deep into the flesh of his palm. His eyes were narrowed and his arms shook slightly.
It was Blaise's turn to speak. He turned to face the judges and began a well learnt speech on how Harry had raised the twins as a single parent and kept up a full time job. He also went into how Ruth had never bothered finding Harry until he found out about the news of Harry's children.
Harry fidgeted in his seat, cold shivers running down his spin every time Ruth looked at him.
Finally court was dismissed for tomorrow. Harry slipped over to Ginny, Isabella and Sirius.
"Are you ok?" Isabella asked carefully, watching Harry's face.
"Yea…" Harry really wanted the girls there.
"Come on, we need to go and get the girls." Isabella turned to leave.
Harry nodded and followed them. Ginny linked arms with Harry and smiled up at him sadly.
"You need to tell them Harry." She whispered. Her eyes stared up at him with a Molly look.
"Not if Zabini can do his job properly." Harry brushed aside his hair and sighed.
Truth tilted her head and starred at her sister's art. After lunch Hermione had set up some paper and paints for the four to use while she took care of Chris.Hope had created a picture that was a swirl of colours and shapes.
"I don't see a picture Hope…" Truth frowned and looked up at Hope who sighed impatiently.
"It's a picture of Daddy and Mr Draco together." She motioned to a few parts that were a series of squares, circles and colours.
Truth nodded, still not seeing anything. She looked at her own art. It was a picture of a clown. It was good for a four year old and she had concentrated on it really hard.
"I like yours." She looked up at Julian who was looking at her picture. Truth flushed a pale pink. Diana giggled and poked Julian.
'POP' Harry, Isabella and Sirius appeared in front of the four.
"Daddy!" Hope and Truth yelled together.
"Hey girls." Harry hugged them tightly. "Did you two have fun?"
"Yep!" Hope beamed. Truth nodded eagerly by her sister's side.
"Hey Harry, how was it?" Hermione appeared in the doorway with Chris on her hip.
"Uh…not so good…"
"Oh I see…"
"Uncle Sirius look at my picture!" Truth ran over to the false-convict holding her clown picture in her little hands as if it were gold.
"Wow Truth, that's amazing." Sirius applauded, looking at the picture. "You defiantly have talent." Truth grinned brightly.
"Look at mine!" Hope held up her picture and Sirius had the same reaction.
"Very good."
"Come on girls, we really need to go." Isabella picked Hope up and Sirius scooped up Truth. Harry kissed Hermione's cheek and turned to the fireplace.
"Good luck Harry." Hermione called faintly.
Draco paced his study and thought. He was fuming over the fact that Harry was dating someone; he ignored the fact that he was marrying someone."How could he?" He growled out. Even after four long years he was still possessive over Harry.
His eagle-owl, Immael, squawked in annoyance, he had a cluster of letters in his beak and didn't look all too happy. Draco strolled over snatched the letters away, earning a sharp beck on the knuckle.
Draco tore open the letters, one from his mother in France, one from his aunt in Italy and a few letters for business. The last letter was different. It was a Ministry letter. He opened it and read the scroll.
Dear Mr Malfoy,
I'm afraid that Miss Jane Gleason in the department of Family Affairs has become sick and Mrs Walsh is unable to come because of family matters. We know that you are part of the School Council but we need someone to take Miss Gleason's place.
Please get back to us soon.
Edward McKenzie,
Head of Family Affairs.
He rolled the thought around for awhile. He had done some family affairs matters before so it wouldn't be too hard. He wrote his reply on the back and sent it off with Immael.
He then sat back down and summoned a glass of brandy.
Blaise was sitting at his clean oak desk, running a hand through his usually perfect hair, which was now messy. Johnson was a tricky character; no doubt he would pull out any stops to make sure his client wins. Harry was going to lose if he didn't admit the truth.Louis, his owl, flew in and landed on his lamp, holding a Ministry scroll in his beck. Blasie took it and read through the note.
"SHIT!"