It was the night of August the 31st, and Harry Potter was trying to explain to his children, Lily, Albus, and James, why he co
It was the night of August the 31st, and Harry Potter was trying to explain to his children, Lily, Albus, and James, why he couldn't read them a story. "You've got school tomorrow! You need a good night's rest. And James, you're twelve years old, perfectly capable of-"
"But Dad! Come on! I still like stories!"
"Me too!" sang Lily. Harry looked to his youngest son, Albus.
"Well…a story would be nice, but I think-"
"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER!!" yelled Ginny. "YOU HAVEN'T EVEN PACKED YOUR TRUNK! THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS LEAVES TOMORROW!!" She was in a state of absolute fury.
"Coming, Mum!" replied Albus as he dashed from the room. A few moments later, Ginny dashed into the room. Her hair was in curlers and she was wearing an avocado facemask. Lily yelped in fright.
"Lily, dear, it's just a Muggle remedy, spa treatment…Harry, isn't it payday?" Ginny asked.
"Blimey, it is. CREAKY!" Harry called his servant. A small house-elf edged into the room. Harry handed her a sack of Galleons. "Here's your money, and…you're visiting your nephew tomorrow, right?" Creaky nodded. "'Kay, I'll tidy up by myself. Creaky waited for a moment, and then scurried away. Harry looked up at Ginny, who was leaning on the wall. " Ron and Hermione gonna be there tomorrow?" asked Harry casually.
"Yes, Rose is starting Hogwarts," said Ginny. Harry looked down at his children, when Albus hurried back into the room.
"I'm done packing, Mum," he said.
"Good," replied Ginny. "You're just in time to hear a story," said Ginny with dignity.
"I-what? No, Ginny, I'm not-" Harry stuttered.
"Yes you are," said Ginny with a glare.
"Okay. 'Night, Gin."
"Goodnight, Harry," said Ginny, and she left the room.
"Okay, kids. Storytime. Right." Harry grabbed a book of the floor and opened it. "'There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight…"