Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter.

A/N: Well, I was working on tragedy and I suddenly thought of this story and I had to get it down. It is going to be several chapters long. Don't worry if you are a fan of Tragedy, I have not stopped writing that. The new chapter of Tragedy will be up soon, but for now, here is my newest story.

Harry and Hermione's twin daughters are sick at home and bored with Witches Flu. While Harry is taking care of the girls, they decide to ask Harry about his life when he was younger. After being begged by the twins, he gives in and tells them his story.

I will be including a lot of Harry's life that did not occur in the books, what I feel occurred during that time. However, I am just beginning to get into the story, so bear with me…. Soon enough it will start getting more interesting.

Please Read and Review! Hope you enjoy it!


"I was wondering around Hogwarts late one night and I came to a room. It was empty with the exception of one item, a mirror that stood in the middle of the room. I walked up to it and I saw something that I always wanted to see. I saw my parents with their arms around me. I never remembered my parents like I had always told you, but I saw them and they were smiling at me."

"What was the mirror for daddy?" Alex asked quietly.

"Well I ran and grabbed your godfather and he came running up with me and saw himself winning the quidditch cup. I knew right then and there it wasn't a mirror that told the future.

Headmaster Dumbledore told me later that it was a mirror that showed us what we wanted more in life itself."

"What did mum see?" Nora asked quietly.

"She didn't come with us. It was late at night."

"Did you go back?"

"Mmm… several times before Professor Dumbledore stopped me. He made me promise never to go looking for it again, because many have wasted their lives sitting in front of the glass."

"Didn't you want to go back?"

"I did Alex, but I always kept my promises. I was always lied to as a child and honesty was something that I always took to heart. I knew that I hated being lied to, and didn't want to disappoint anyone else."

"Which is why you get so mad when we fib."

"Exactly Nora. If you don't have your honesty, you don't have anything."

"Daddy, what else happened your first year?"

"Well, that is when your mum and I really started to get close. She was truly my best friend, though Uncle Ron was my first friend. She and I sat up late one night, talking about the magical world. We were sitting down in the common room I believe it was late March…."


The fire was crackling loudly as the common room emptied. It was a bit past midnight when Hermione and Harry sat alone on the oversized couch, at either ends. Hermione had her nose buried in her potions book, while Harry studied his quidditch playbook. There was a huge match in five days, and he was nervous yet again. Hermione curled her feet under her as she rested her arm against the arm of the couch, gently chewing her lip as she read the chapter, three weeks ahead of what they were supposed to be reading. She suddenly closed her book and scooted her body closer to Harry, "Harry?"

"Hmm?" He asked, not looking up at her.

"How do you feel about it being almost time to go back to the muggle world?"

This caught Harry's attention. He closed his playbook and looked at her, "We have two months still."

"I know, but I can't help but think in June we'll be going back to the world we grew up in. It's going to be a bit odd, don't you think?"

"I s'pose." Harry shrugged, "I haven't given it much thought."

"Why not?"

"Because I am treated horribly back home. I don't want to think about what is to come for this summer. I don't even know if I will be picked up on time."

"What happens at home Harry?"

"Nothing… I am treated as a maid, have to clean, cook, and then I am ignored. There are times where I barely get fed. I mean, I'm use to it. I have been treated like this for as long as I can remember."

"You never told me that."

"It's not something I normally talk about."

"You should try to get out."

"I can't. Dumbledore said I have to go home. I am looking forward to the next six years. Here I am not a freak, but back home…"

"You aren't a freak!"

"How were you treated when they found out you were a witch?"

"My parents were a bit freaked out, but they got over it. I mean, I'm their daughter."

"Well I'm the nephew. I mean nothing." Harry sighed.

"I'm sure that's not true…"

"Oh yeah? Christmas, I don't get anything. I am barely allowed to eat the meal. My birthday is just another day. I lived in the cupboard under the stairs for years, and then finally, because they are afraid of the magical world and what Professor Dumbledore would do, I was allowed to get my cousin's second bedroom. Otherwise I would still be there. I'm not looking forward to going back Hermione. I don't have a family life like you. I don't have anyone there who cares about me. So forgive me if I am not in the mood to talk about my home life, because I don't have one." He snapped at her.

Hermione looked at him with tears in her eyes, as she turned her attention back to her books. She sniffled a bit and Harry felt guilty, "I'm sorry."

"No, I am." She said, "I shouldn't have pushed this…"

"You didn't know." He sighed. He looked at Hermione and said, "What about you? Why do you think it's going to be weird?"

"Just because I have been able to use magic for the past term. Then going home and not being able to do anything. It's kind of odd."

Harry nodded, "That's true, but it's only for a couple months. That's how I keep going. When I turn seventeen I can get out of the muggle world and move to where I belong. I have always felt out of place there…"

"Me too." Hermione sighed.

"What will you do this summer?"

"My parents will probably have me working in their office. They need the help, especially during the summer with all the students out of school for a couple of weeks. I am going to probably be doing receptionist work. I answer the phones occasionally. It helps earn money for school." Harry smiled and nodded, "And you?"

"Stay out of the way." Harry said, "I hope to be able to do some reading and all, but most of all, I do what I am told and stay out of the line of fire. It's easier said than done."

"Well, maybe you can go on holiday from that place. I mean, just have a chance to get away."

"I will." Harry said, "From September 1st until June 1st. I believe I am going to be counting the days."

"Well, I'll be sure to send you stuff over the summer. Things to eat and to do."

"Hermione, you don't need to."

"Well, we're friends. And friends take care of each other. Besides, you saved me from one troll… I can help you with three."

Harry and Hermione started giggling and didn't stop for several minutes, "It's late. We should probably get to bed."

Harry nodded and Hermione gave him a quick hug, "Night Hermione."

"Night Harry. See you tomorrow."

"Yup." He said and they both went their separate directions, up the stairs and into their bedrooms."


"Did she keep her promise?"

"Of course she did. She sent me a whole cake for my birthday, and several other things to go along with my cake. Your mum was a girl of her word. She still is to this day."

"So what happened when you went home?"

"Oh no, the story doesn't stop there. My first year had much more exciting moments in it. Complete with a chess game, your Uncle Ron sacrificing himself to the board, and your mum's brains helping me."

The girls listened as he spun the tale of him gaining the sorcerer stone, and how close to death he and his friends came at the young age of eleven and twelve. He watched his daughters features as he explained about Professor Quirrell and how Lord Voldemort had taken over his body to get to him. He made sure that he didn't get the girls too scared, but they ate up every second of the story.

"Daddy, weren't you scared?" Nora asked.

"Terrified, but I didn't let Voldemort know that. I had to do what I had to do."

"And then that was the end? You got the stone by using the mirror?"

Harry nodded, "I did. Then Dumbeldore took me up and discussed what had happened to me."

"Did it make sense dad?" Alex asked, "I mean, you were only eleven."

"He kept it simple for me, but he also left a lot out. He told me why Voldemort was angry at me, and how my mum saved me, but that was about it. He also told me that I had a long journey ahead of me. Boy was he right."

"So what happened that summer dad? Anything?"

"Not really. I worked hard for my family. Made sure that I stayed out of dodge. Got letters from mum and Uncle Ron. Oh and a house elf came to my house and annoyed my Aunt and Uncle. Caused me a ton of trouble. Have I told you about Dobby?"

"NO." Both the girls say as they got comfortable.

"Well, Dobby and I didn't have the greatest relationship at first. He thought we did, but I had serious problems with him always being in the way.


"How DARE you bring that FREAK into the house!" Vernon shouted at his nephew.

"I don't even know him!"

"I told you.. ANY MORE FUNNY BUSINESS…."

"I Don't Know HIM! Honestly! He just showed up!"

"Stop LYING!" He said as he grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt. Harry, instantly pulled out his wand, pointing it at his uncle. He yelped and dropped him, "Put… That… Thing… Away!"


"But, daddy, you aren't allowed to use your wand." Nora said in a matter of fact way.

"And I wasn't planning on it. I just used it to scare him a bit."

"Did it work?"

"Yeah. I was left go for a while. Then your Uncle Ron, Uncle Fred and Uncle George came and rescued me."

"They did? How?"

"They flew your Grandpop's Ford Angelina."

"NO way!" Nora said, smiling.

"Are you surprised?" Harry laughed.

"Not when it involves Uncle Fred and Uncle George." The girls giggled.

"Was Grandmum furious?" Nora giggled.

"Furious, my girls, is an understatement. You know mummy when she gets angry?"

"Yes."

"Well times that by ten."


"NO NOTE! CAR GONE! I am absolutely FURIOUS!" Molly screamed at the boys.

"They were starving him mum. They put bars on the windows and everything!"

"You're lucky I don't put bars on your windows Ronald Weasley!" She ranted. Ron's ears turned red as he and his older brothers slunk backwards, "You three are off to the gardens to get rid of some gnomes. Harry dear, make sure you have a spot of breakfast."

Harry could feel the three Weasley's glaring down his back, "After I help, thanks Mrs. Weasley." Ron, Fred, George, and Harry all went outside.

"Sheesh, you think she'd be happy that we helped Harry." Ron groaned as he chased after a gnome, "I mean, it's not as though we are dead. We came home before she would have gotten up."

"Yeah, but you know how mum can be." George said, as he threw a large gnome over the fence, "She worries something fierce. But making us do this… is just torture."

"She could have done worse." Fred reminded his degnoming companions.

They froze as the door opened, but then they heard, "Of course Molly, I will make sure that they have gotten rid of every last gnome. No worries Love."

"Dad?" Ron questioned as his father came over and raised his arms, as if he would be yelling at his son's.

"Don't question. Look upset or annoyed. I needed to ask how the flight went, but your mum is expecting me to be firm with you." He smiled, with his back towards the window.

"Beautiful." The twins smiled.

"It was brilliant dad!"

"The invisibility cloaking device work alright?"

"Didn't see us in the paper did you?" George said with a smirk.

"Brilliant! I thought it may be faulty, but obviously it worked wonderfully."

"No dad, it was brilliant! Seriously… though, I fear we may have nicked the paint a bit, pulling the bars off the side of Harry's window."

"No problem. I have some paint left over somewhere… though, with a flick of the wand, that may do just the trick. It would be more fun having the paint done on it, wouldn't it?"

"Course dad." Ron smiled.

"Well, don't go making this flight a normal occurrence, alright?"

"I don't plan on flying that car ever again." Ron said seriously.

"Well, I'm glad that Harry you are alright."


"So Grandpop was glad you used the car?"

" I think so Alex." Harry smiled. "Your grandmum was still a bit annoyed at her son's after, but she got over it. That was actually the second time I met your Aunt Ginny, and she was a bit shy around me."

"Why?"

"You see, I was kind of a hero in the wizarding world."

"That's an understatement." Alex giggled.

"And Aunt Ginny was a bit on the nervous side with me sitting down at the kitchen table. I said hello to her and her jaw dropped, then she ran back upstairs."

"How old was she?" Nora questioned.

"Just eleven. She had turned eleven two days before I arrived."

"So you just got away from your horrid family, and got to stay at the Weasley's?"

"Yup, and was able to do so almost every summer." He smiled.

"Almost?"

"Well, I always ended up there. Sometimes a longer visit, sometimes a shorter visit, but I was always welcomed at the Weasleys. They were the family that I always wanted and needed. I was lucky to find a friend who's family was willing to take me in."

"That's good daddy." The girls smiled.

"Did mum come with you?"

"When Nora?"

"When you went to Uncle Ron's house."

"No. Your mum came most summers, but this year she stayed home with your Nana and Pop-pop. We met up with her when she came to Diagon Alley. Actually that was the first time I actually met your grandparents."


"HARRY! There you are! We have been looking all over for you." Hermione smiled, "And you've broken your glasses again." She said raising her wand with a smile. She repaired them with a simple spell, "You need to be more careful with your glasses."

"Thanks Hermione. I really need to remember that spell."

She smiled and hugged him tightly, "Come on, we are all waiting to get our books. It's quite a scene in there. Lockhart is there, and he is signing autographs!"

"Oh good… people." Harry grumbled.

"Oh come on then." Hermione smiled brightly. She drug her best friend by the elbow, through the crowd of people as Mrs. Weasley gave him a hug that showed her happiness of his safe return. Hermione stood with her parents for a while and they all got their books signed, "Harry, these are my parents. Mum, dad, this is my best friend, Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you dear." Mrs. Granger smiled and shook his hand.

"You too Mrs. Granger."

"Heard a lot about you son." Mr. Granger smiled.

Harry blushed and nodded, shaking his hand as well. Hermione smiled brightly, "We should go get some ice cream."

"Sounds good." Ron smiled, clapping Harry on the back briefly, "Mum said she'll get the rest of our books, and we can meet her back here in a half hour."

"Well then, let's go."


"You got out without anyone seeing you?"

"No, I had to get a picture taking with the pompus man, however, it was brief, embarrassing, and of course Malfoy was there. He made sure to let me and the Weasleys know that he is better than us. I also watched his father drop something into Ginny's cauldron, but I didn't think anything of it, because he did pick up a book. However, he put two back."

"What was it?"
"Later Alex." Harry smiled, "So your mum, Uncle Ron, and I went to get some ice cream and spent a few minutes with us, before mum had to leave. She hugged me tightly and then they were off. I was thankfully staying with the Weasley's and we went back and spent the last week playing quidditch. It was rather enjoyable."

"Sounds it." Alex smiled.

Harry looked at the clock, "Alright, here, take your temperatures. Let's see how you two are fairing."

"I'm sick of doing that." They groaned.

"I know, but you need to. I want you two on the mend soon. I believe you both are starting to feel better."

"You're right." Alex nodded, "Dad, keep telling us your story."

"Well you know about me saving Aunt Ginny…"

"She told us." Nora smiled.

"Well, you remember how it was a diary that Ginny was talking to?"

"Yes."

"Keep that diary in the back of your mind, because it will come back again."

"When?"

"About four years later." Harry smiled

"Are you going to tell us?"

"In time." Harry smiled.

His girls groaned, causing Harry to smile. They were not enjoying the wait length that their father was leaving them, "The worst part of second year was when your mum was petrified." Harry watched as both his girls eyes opened wide, "The Chamber of secrets was opened and this monster was released. Your mum was very bright, as I have always said… but this was dangerous. Professor McGonagall got Uncle Ron and I from quidditch. They had called the game."

"But Uncle Ron didn't play quidditch your second year."

"He was with me at the time. I actually don't remember why. Oliver Wood was furious. It was against Slytherin, and he wanted to play. Your mum was frozen stiff. Her mouth was open in an O, and she had a mirror next to her. Apparently, she had been trying to go around the corners because if you look a basilisk in the eyes, you'll die. Your mum had done her research and knew that she had to be cautious. She was apparently trying to get to Ron and I but she didn't make it. She saw the basilisk through the mirror and instantly froze. She had been petrified. NO movement, no breathing, she froze solid."

"What did you do?" Nora asked.

"When I saw her, I couldn't believe it. I was shocked. I took her hand and felt how cold and stony she was. I went to visit her every day, sometimes twice in a day."


"It's been four days." Harry heard Madam Pomfrey sigh as she spoke to Professor McGonagall, "The mandrakes are just not ready yet. I feel so useless."

"There is nothing we can do Poppy. We just need to wait it out. She will be fine… I hope." Professor McGonagall sighed.

Harry decided to walk a little harder to show that he was there, "Potter! It's nearly ten, what are you doing here?"

"I…" Harry started, "I just wanted to check on Hermione, before I went to bed."

"Her status has not changed." Pomfrey said, as she casted spells on Hermione.

"I know that, I just wanted to see her a bit… stay with her, in case she can hear us. I don't want to leave her alone yet."

McGonagall and Pomfrey nodded at the twelve year old, "Only for a half hour. You are to be back in the common room by ten thirty, do you understand me?"

"Yes Professor, thank you." Harry smiled.

She nodded and walked out of the hospital wing. Harry sat down next to Hermione and gently took her frozen stiff hand, running his arm soothingly down it, "I miss you Hermione..." He sighed, "I can't do this without you. You're always the one with the ideas… I really miss you…"

Harry sat there with his best friend's eyes staring up at nothing, her mouth wide with fear, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Harry took her hand again, and got curious. He brushed against a piece of paper. He pulled and tugged it out of her hand and opened it. A smile crossed his face, "Hermione you're BRILLIANT!" He whispered. She had helped him, even while being petrified.


"Leave it to your mum to help us when she was frozen." Harry smiled.

"When did she wake up?"

"Not till after we saved Aunt Ginny from the Basilisk. She gave me one of my first hugs…"


"Harry. It's Hermione!" Neville said, pointing to the doorway. Harry pushed backwards on the stool and looked at his best friend smiling. He stood up and ran to her, as she ran towards him. She gave him the first bone crunching hug, one that he would remember for years to come, and become custom to, "Hermione! You're alright!"

"I'm fine." Hermione giggled as Harry hugged her again, "I heard you did brilliant!'

"With your help." Ron smiled, as Hermione stalled for a moment, but decided to give him a not so bone crunching hug, more an awkward hug.

"I'm glad you're alright."

Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked back to the table and sat down for dinner.


"You loved mummy." Nora giggled.

"As a friend at that time." Harry noted, "Believe me, it came as a surprise when I had feelings towards her. We were always best friends… nothing more."

"Sure." Both girls giggled.

"Anyway… moving on." Harry rolled his eyes at his daughters. "During that summer, I actually ran into your mum during the three months of so called freedom."

"Did she come to see you?"

"No. I was actually allowed to go with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin to the shops in London. Actually, there was no one to watch me, and though I was almost thirteen, they didn't trust me being alone and able to use magic. So they brought me a long and told me to stay out of trouble, of course. I never purposely had anything happen. It was the beginning of July…"


"Keep up boy." Uncle Vernon called to Harry as he followed his family around the local shopping mall. He had no desire to be there with them, but since he had his wand, they refused to keep him anywhere alone. Harry sighed as he was drug into another department store so his Aunt could get shoes. He didn't know why she needed another pair of shoes, she had about a hundred pairs at home, some that were almost never worn. Harry tried to look at things that would interest him without getting caught by his Uncle. He scanned over towards the men's shoes. He could use a new pair of trainers, but would never get them while he was home. As soon as he could get to Diagon Alley he would transfer some money and get some. He looked around the first floor of the store and saw someone familiar, or at least he thought. He looked hard and saw a nest of curly hair walking away from him. He almost called out, "Hermione!" but decided against it. It was a good thing, because when she turned around, it wasn't her at all. He felt his hope sink and he sighed. He missed her…. He missed Ron…. He missed school.

"No, Vernon, these are all wrong."

"Of course they are." Harry thought as he groaned, knowing he would be drug yet again to the second store.

"Well Darling, then we will go somewhere else." He smiled and they left the store.

"I'm hungry!" Dudley said as they walked past an eatery.

"You'll have to wait till after your mum finds shoes." Vernon smiled.

"But I want to eat now."

"Later bumpkin." Petunia said fondly.

"HARRY? HARRY!" The Dursley's stopped as did Harry. He turned his head towards the sound and smiled when he saw a familiar face come running towards him. He was immediately immersed in a tight, bone crushing hug, "I don't believe it!" She gushed as she let go, "Out of all the places, we see each other here."

"Hermione, I can't believe it!" He said smiling brightly.

"Who are you?" Dudley asked Hermione in a rude tone.

"Who are you?"

"I asked first."

Harry couldn't help but smile. He was sure Dudley was annoyed that a random girl had come up and hugged him, but it's just Hermione.

"I'm Hermione. You?"

"Dudley."

"Ah, yes, well, pleasure." She said, before turning her attention back to Harry, "How are you?"

"Fine, and you?"

"Fine. My parents were here to get some clothing. They sent me on my way to go and look at books, but I need to meet them in a half hour. Can you join me?"

Harry looked hopefully at his Uncle who grunted at him and waved him off, "We're leaving at five, so you best be here unless you want to take a taxi home."

"I will. Thank you." Harry smiled, "Where shall I meet you?"

"Right here."

Harry nodded and he and Hermione went off together, "He wouldn't really leave you would he?"

"In a heartbeat." Harry shrugged, "I can't believe you're here!"

"You either! How far do you live from here?"

"Bout an hour… you?"

"An hour the other way." Hermione shrugged, "Oh Harry, I 'm so glad to see you." Hermione grinned, hugging him again. Have you heard from Ron?"

"No, not yet. He's still in Egypt. I'm sure they are having a wonderful holiday."

"He will no doubt talk our ears off when he gets home."

Harry smiled, "No doubt. I'm happy for them though."

Hermione nodded, "Me as well. Will you be staying with them this summer?"

"Not sure yet. If they are home, I'm sure I will, but until I hear…"

"Well, I'm sure you will."

"What book are you looking for Hermione?"

"Which ever catches my fancy." She smiled. They walked the long paths of literature, Hermione stopping every so often to read the cover of an author. Harry just enjoyed her company. It wasn't often that he had a friend he could talk to in the summer. "I have tried calling a few times, just so you know."

"Oh? When?"

"Just random times. However, no one picked up, and I didn't dare leave a message."

"Reckon that was smart. I did get your owls."

"Oh yes, and I got yours. Not too personal though…"

"They kept me sane." Harry smiled, "And seeing you will keep me for the rest of the summer."

"I'm glad. Oh Harry, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. School will be starting soon enough."

"Our third year! Can you believe it?!"

"No… it seems like only yesterday I was seeing Hagrid for the first time."

Hermione ended up getting two new books, and paid for them. Harry had ten minutes until his family was leaving, Hermione had to meet hers, "Come on, we should get back."

Hermione sighed, "Yes, I do believe we should."

Harry and Hermione walked back to the center of the mall and sat down on the fountain. They waited for their families to come back, Hermione's arrived first, "Oh! Harry dear!" Kate Granger smiled, "How are you?"

"Well Mrs. Granger, thank you." He said as she hugged him, "Mr. Granger, nice to see you."

"You too Harry. I didn't know you two were meeting up."

"Neither did we." Harry and Hermione said at the same time before giggling at one another.

"Are you here alone Harry?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"No ma'am, my family should be back in a bit."

"Where do you live?"

"Surrey."

"I use to live around there."

"Yeah."

"Do you like it?"

"It's alright." Harry smiled, "I prefer Hogwarts."

Hermione giggled, "Mum, can Harry come visit this summer?"

"I'm sure if he wanted to we could. You'd have to get permission from your family."

Harry smiled, "I'll see if I can."

Hermione's smile faded, as she nodded. She knew what the answer would be and knew that she wouldn't be seeing him again until school.

Harry saw his family walking down towards him and he sighed, "Well Hermione, it was good seeing you. I'll call. If I don't see you this summer I'll see you on the train." He hugged her tight, and then said goodbye to her parents. He didn't want the Dursley's to make a fool out of him, so he caught up with them and they left. Harry was excited to see Hermione, but now she was leaving. He'd go back to his lifestyle until September.


"Did you go and see mum?" Nora asked.

"No, I didn't. I knew what the answer would have been. They wouldn't have driven me or allowed anyone to pick me up. The Weasleys were one thing, but Hermione was another. I don't get it because they are muggles just like him, but what's done is done."

"Dad, have we ever met your family?"

Harry nodded, "A few times… well my aunt and my cousin. My uncle would not come around. You just haven't seen them since you were really little. Your mum's only seen them a few more times then you saw them." Harry smiled.

"Well that's ok, because I don't want to see them ever." Alex responded.

"Alexandra, I can assure you that you will never see my uncle, but Aunt Petunia and Dudley changed after the war… and well, they are new people."

"When did you see mum next?"
"On the train… but a lot happened before that."

"Like what?" Alex asked.

Harry looked at his daughters and made the decision that the story needed to wait when he saw Nora's eyes close to slits, "Like something that is going to be told after you two rest for a bit."

"Dad… I feel better though." Alex groaned.

"Still, I don't need you two relapsing. So, Nora, get into your bed, and Alex, stay quiet for a bit."

Alex groaned and frowned, while Nora willingly went into her bed. Harry walked over to her and placed his hand on her forehead frowning yet again as he felt her elevated temperature,

"You alright?"

"Yes dad." Nora said, pulling the blankets up to her chin.

"I'm not going to relapse dad!" Alex protested.

"Alexandra, my word is final. I want you resting for a bit. You both have not slept in a few hours."

"I don't need to sleep." She frowned, "I'm really not tired."

"Humor me then and rest for an hour or so." He smiled and kissed them both, walking out of their room.

Alex sighed and turned to Nora who was almost asleep, "Can you believe he stopped in the middle of the story?!"

Nora shrugged, "He'll tell us more later."

"I can't believe everything he's been through at only a couple years older than us."

"It's only going to get worse Alex."

"I mean… I always knew…"

"Alex, I'm tired. Stop talking." Nora spat at her twin, "I want to sleep."

"I don't."

"Well let me then."

Alex groaned and stayed quiet for a bit, her mind running wild with what she had heard. She looked over at Nora who was sleeping, and sat around for twenty minutes, pondering how she could sleep after what they had just heard. "Nora." Alex called, "NORA!"

"What?!" Nora said, as she sat up, "What could you possibly want?!"

"I'm bored."

Nora threw the sheets back off her bed and stormed out of their room. She went into her parents' bedroom and stood by the door, "Daddy, Alex won't let me sleep." She whined.

"She won't?"

"No. She keeps talking and talking and she won't shut up!" Her voice bordering tears, "Can I stay with you? Please." She begged.

Harry nodded and Nora crawled into bed next to him. Harry shut off the television and looked at the younger twin. She curled up against him and was instantly asleep. Harry sighed as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face. She sighed and snuggled down further under the covers. He was going to have to talk to Alex later about her stubbornness. Nora shivered and opened her eyes, "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I ever going to start feeling better?"

Harry smiled and nodded, "You'll start feeling better soon. You were already feeling better this morning."

"I know, but now I feel awful again."

"I suppose you want a potion?"

"No." She said.

"Well, perhaps later." He smiled.

Nora nodded, and leaned against his chest. Harry smiled and kissed the top of her head, "Alex feels better."

"She was sick a day before you."

"So tomorrow I'll feel better?"

"I think so." He assured her

She closed her eyes, trusting her father. He covered her up again and opened his files as his daughter slept. Harry heard his wife come home and up the stairs, but he waited till she came to him to talk to her.


Hermione walked into the girls' room and saw Alex reading a book in bed, "How are you feeling?"

Alex shrugged, "I was feeling good, now I'm tired."

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I can't."

"Where's your sister?"

"Probably with daddy."

"How's she feeling?"

"She wanted to sleep. She got mad because I asked questions."

Hermione laughed, "While she was trying to sleep?"

"Yes. She was being rude mum."

"She's not feeling well still."

"Mummy?"

"Yes?"

"Were you worried about daddy when he went back to his family's house?"

"I was."

"Why didn't you ask him to come over more?"

"We lived hours away, love, plus, his family didn't allow him to go out much. They weren't open minded to the wizarding world."

"Oh, alright." She sighed, "I feel bad for dad. He never had a childhood mum."

"I know. I felt bad for him too."

"But… why couldn't he leave?"

"The headmaster forbade it."

"Why?"

"That, your dad will have to explain." Hermione said, kissing her.

"Did Grandmum take care of dad?"

"She did. She always treated him as a son and me as a daughter."

"Dad was lucky to have them."

Hermione nodded, "Yes, he was. So what did he tell you two today?"

"Oh lots! He told us about saving Aunt Ginny, but we knew about that already… um, about the mirror thing. Then he talked about his uncle and seeing you at the mall… and… um… oh you being a statue."

"He told you about that eh?"

"Yes, and he said that he missed you a lot."

"Yeah, he told me that too." Hermione smiled, "Have you taken your potion?"

"Not in a while, but I don't have a fever."

"Really?" Hermione said raising a skeptical eye."

"Yup."

"I'll be the judge of that." She said, pulling her wand out and touched it to her daughter's forehead, muttering a spell, "38 point 3… you're still a bit warm… but you're a lot better then you were."

"I'm hungry…"

"Do you want to come downstairs with me for lunch?"

"Yes!" Alex said, jumping out of bed.

"Easy love. Get your house coat…"

"And slippers, I know mum."

Hermione smiled and nodded, "I'm going to go check on dad and Nora and I'll meet you down there."

"Ok!" Alex smiled as she walked downstairs.

Hermione walked out of the twin's bedroom and into her own, "Hey." She said quietly.

"Hi." He smiled, as she walked over and kissed him, "How's the presentation going?"

"Really well." She smiled, "I will be glad when it's finished tomorrow. How's Nora?"

Harry shrugged, "She's not as well as Alex is. She isn't feeling too great right now, but she was better in the morning."

Hermione nodded, taking her daughters temperature, "39. We may have to take her to the healers."

"We'll see how she is tomorrow. She was feeling great this morning."

"So, what are you planning on telling our daughters' later?"

"What about?"

"About your life?"

"Sirius, Remus, Voldemort… all the happenings of third year."

"Are you sure they can handle it?"

"They are doing alright so far…"

"But it wasn't bad so far. IT keeps getting worse."

"I told you Hermione. I am not having my kids going to school not knowing about us. They are going to be mad as hell if they find out through friends what happened to us during the war."

"I suppose." She sighed, as she kissed Nora who woke up instantly. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Nora, are you hungry?"

"No." She said simply.

"Not at all?"

"No." She stated again, leaning back on her father.

"How about some soup?" Harry asked.

Nora shrugged, and agreed, "Can I come downstairs?"

Hermione nodded, and she got up and walked down to the kitchen, "Harry… just promise me you won't give them too much details. It was hard enough being there when we were seventeen and eighteen… but they are ten…"

"I know… I won't. Then again, I'm also adding some friendly moments as well."

Hermione nodded and they went downstairs for lunch. Harry spent the time thinking of how he was going to dull down his third year, but figured he would play it by ear. His girls' could handle it, after all they were Granger and Potter kids.


Sorry everyone, I was in the process of a move, so I couldn't get chapters up as often as before. I know it was kind of short, but I'll make up for it next time!

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