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The Torns on the Rose by the minister for magic
Chapter 5 : Bedtime Stories
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 2

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“Urgh Harry please stop eating my toys” Rose pleaded taking her doll out of Harry’s mouth who in return gave her a quiet chuckle.


Rose and Harry where sitting on the floor in the sitting room of their new house, or hiding place in Godric’s Hollow. James was lounged across the sofa reading the daily prophet whilst Lily was upstairs.

Harry crawled over to his sister and put his arms up symbolizing he wanted to be held. As soon as Rose held him she realized he needed changing.


“Daddy I think Harry wants you” she told her father


She passed Harry to her father, who held him for a minute and also realized the problem.

“Urgh, um, er Lily” he called to his wife as she came downstairs

“yes” she answered.


“I think Harry wants you” he said passing his son.


“Ha-ha” she retorted sarcastically “James Potter don’t think I don’t know what you are up to” she said taking Harry.

He gave his wife a long kiss and answered her “Yeah but you still love, I’m your knight in shinning armour, your sun, your …”

“Alright, don’t push it” she laughed and left the room to go upstairs with her son.


James turned to see his eight year old daughter standing next to him pretending to be sick, it was something he had copied of Sirius.

“Oi” he laughed “I’ll send you to bed early”

“But you never send me to bed early and it’s nine ‘o’ clock, so it actually already past my bed time”


“Whatever, when did you get so smart”


Rose left the room and returned to her father with her copy of ‘Tales of Beedle the Bard’.

“Can you read to me before bed, please” she asked giving her cutest smile that her dad knew he always fell for.

“Alright” he replied pulling his daughter onto his lap and began reading”


James read ‘The Tale of The three Brothers’ to his daughter, he loved this story, it had been his favourite and had always made his dad read it to him as a child. Maybe it was due to owning one of the Deathly Hallows, the invisibility cloak.

“It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the cloak of invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life”*



James closed the book and realised that Rose had fallen asleep in his arms. He watched her sleep, his beautiful daughter, although she was so unexpected in his life, he couldn’t begin to imagine a world without her and Harry. But part of James knew deep down, although he deeply resented acknowledging it, that they couldn’t hide forever, that he wouldn’t be able to walk his daughter down the aisle, to see his son play quidditch. But he would still protect them to his last breath, and they would survive.



The gate shut at the end of the front garden.



James was startled by the noise; he knew someone was approaching the house. He had awoken Rose who was now rubbing her eyes. Who was approaching the house? The only person who knew where the Potters where located was Peter and he wouldn’t come at this time, in fact they hadn’t seen Peter for weeks.

No it wasn’t Peter he could tell by the footsteps approaching the house, the steps where to even and précised. If it wasn’t Peter who was it?



It suddenly hit James.


He was here.



He had found them.




(*quote taken from The Tales of Beedle The Bard by JK Rowling, i'm not trying the take credit for any of her amazing work)

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