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Chapter 8 : Meet the Parents
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Two Months Later
“Come on, get up!” I say nudging Draco.
“Hmmmhff,” He mutters rolling over to face away from me.
“Come on,” I whine as I get up and change out of my pajamas. “You said you would help me decorate the baby’s room today.”
Draco rolls over and opens one eye at me. He groans as he sits up. It looks like he hasn’t gotten any sleep the night before. “Do we have to?” He mutters trying to keep his eyes open.
I sit on the bed, concernly looking at Draco. “What happened? It looks like you haven’t gotten any sleep.”
His eyes instantly light up. “I’ll tell you after we go shopping,” He jumps out of bed and rushes to get his clothes on.
“Why don’t you tell me now?” I say following him to the closet.
“Later,” He says kissing me on the nose. “Let’s get this done first, my news is going to ruin our day plans.”
I look at him funny. “Okay,” I say laughing as I put on a sweatshirt. “Let’s go then!”
We walk into Wizard Children store and look around. “All pink this time around!” I say smiling at Draco. I look around some more at the many aisles of baby blue and tickle-me-pink. “Okay, if you look at cribs, I’m going to pick out wallpaper.”
Draco nods and walks in the opposite direction. I walk towards the many wallpapers and paints. I quickly decide on a tickle me pink color with a banner that would wrap around the top of the wall. It had tiny golden sparkles that would glitter and shine. I pick out a couple of things and towards Draco who is talking to a salesperson.
“Well this must be your wife!” A blonde haired man says walking up to me and shaking my hand. I look closely at the sales person and study his face.
“Gilderoy Lockhart?” I say studying his facial features.
“Who’s this Lockhart?” The man says flashing a smile. “Why I’m Jim, Jim Foreman, manager of the Wizard Children Store!”
“No, you’re Gilderoy! I remember having a crush on you and reading all your books” Draco tugs on my sweater and I lean in and he whispers in my ear.
“You might want to drop it,” He says. “It’s Gilderoy, a well aged Gilderoy, but he lost his memory, he now thinks he’s Jim and is the manager of the store. Just play along. He seems happy.”
I nod as I look to Gilderoy- I mean Jim. “I’m so sorry,” I say smiling. “I thought you were someone else!”
He smiles and turns to Draco. “So, what were you’re thoughts on a crib.”
“Sturdy one, preferably a dark wood color, can be pulled out to be a bed, and a reasonable price,” Draco says as if he was reciting it. You could tell he wasn’t going to take any crap from a salesperson.
Jim nods. “Alright,” He smiles. I can feel myself melt still! “Well I would say this one,” He gestures toward a beautiful looking crib. “It’s spell resistant inside and out.”
Draco doesn’t even look at the price. “We’ll take it,” I look at the price.
“Draco, it’s 200 galleans,” That’s 1,400 in muggle money! My eyes go wide.
“It’s fine, I’ll take care of it,” He says taking out his wallet. “What did you find?”
“Well..” I say as I turn around as I’ve already filled two full carts of various clothes, toys, blankets, and more.
He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Alright, let’s go,” He laughs as we check out. I don’t even look at the price in fear of fainting. Draco shows no expression as he pays for the stuff, so I’m guessing it’s okay.
“How are we going to get this home?” I ask Draco.
“I have my ways,” He says grinning. “You just take the floo home, be careful.”
I floo home and instantly Draco shows up with everything.
“You’re brilliant!” I laugh as I hug him. “Tell me your surprise now!” I say dying to know.
“Okay, but you might want to sit down,” He says smiling. I sit down and he smiles. “We did it!” He says.
“Did what?” I ask.
“We got up the death eaters again!” Draco says. “Father and I, it’s happening!”
“But, the Dark Lord died,” I say thinking. “What’s going to happen?”
“Well, I got a letter a while back. Father and I met a couple of times and discussed it, but we have it down to a plan now. Father was thinking maybe I could do it,” Draco explains. “Not going crazy like the Dark Lord did, but I would just lead the group into the right direction.”
“That’s great!” I say smiling and hugging. “I’m so proud of you.”
“And we were thinking you could also help me lead them.”
“Be like a dark queen?” I ask.
“In a sense,” Draco says laughing. He stands up and walks to his office.
I feel my stomach flip flop, do I really want my child to go into a world of hate?
“Hermione, what’s the title going to be for tomorrow’s paper?”
“Hermione, what’s the front picture?”
“Hermione, the obituaries are late!”
“Hermione, we need a funnies section!”
“Grand Reopening of Ollivanders, the picture of the new Ollivanders with the fireworks blasting the background and the red ribbon clipping open, owl Lisa Newman, she should have them! And do a blast from the past and pick an old comic,” I say as I rush into the safety of my office.
“Oh, Hermione!” My secretary calls from her desk. “There’s someone in there from a book company!”
“Alright, thanks,” I say tiredly smiling as I open the door to my office. A woman stands up and confidently walks toward me. She automatically notices my bulging stomach and takes a step back as if she were judging me.
“Hi,” I say smiling as I ignore the snide look. “Hermione Weasley, Editor of the Daily Prophet, how can I help you today?” I shake her hand as I sit down. “Can I get you something to drink? I have butterbeer?”
“Oh no I’m fine,” The flashy woman says as she sits down. She studies my photos on my desk of a family picture, a picture of Ron and I, and Rose and Hugo. She looks back at me.
“So, are you looking for a job at the prophet,” About ten people come in for a job each day, I automatically thought she was one of them.
“Actually,” She says straightening her skirt. “I’m not here for the Prohpet, I’m here for you,” She flicks me a card. “Janette Silverson, from Florish and Blotts publishing company.”
I study the card. “Flourish and Blotts has a publishing company?” The woman nods. “Alright Miss Stine, how may I help you.”
“Well,” She says running a finger through her curly brown hair. “I’m really here for you. Florish and Blotts want you to write a book.”
“A book?” I ask as I lean back in my chair. “Why would I write a book?”
“Well, as you know, the 25 for the Second Wizarding War is coming up.”
I nod thinking of Fred, Tonks, Mad Eye, and Lupin. “Yes.”
“Well we want you to write about that.”
“Why?” I say pondering. “And how?”
“Well, as we heard, you were a part of that war when you were very young.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I was about 17-18.”
“Well we want you to write about it from the point of view of you,” She says. “We want the details of the action, to what side you were on, to the pain of the loved ones lost, and anything else you can remember from it,” I swear, she’s acting like I’m 72 1/2.
“So the second wizarding world in the point of view of my teenage self?” I ask.
“Yep and remember, you’re a teenager, we want the love and hate. Not to mention the love triangles. We were thinking of the title-”
“What a minute, wait a minute, love triangle?” I say looking at her puzzled.
“Of course, what between you, your husband, and your brother in law.”
“You mean Harry? There was nothing between us.”
“What we’re trying to say is-”
“I don’t want any rumors going around that I have a love triangle! Harry is my friend, brother in law, and a great uncle to my kids. Nothing else.”
“Look are you in on the deal or not?” Janet asks.
“I don’t know,” I say. “There’s just too much stuff going on in my life. I’m pregnant with twins, I have a brand new job, my daughter has a boyfriend, all this stuff is going on and I don’t want to add more to it.”
“It’s going to be an easy book to write,” She says looking at me. “It’s going to be simpler than writing an article for the daily prophet. There’s no facts or dates involved in any of this. Just you and your experience. Think of it as a diary almost, except for the fact that we don’t want it to be in the style of the journal.”
I look down at my stomach. I wouldn’t want to add any more stress on the babies. I look up at her and bite my lip. “Okay, well I’m about 7 months pregnant and my doctor asked me to really not put stress on the babies. I don’t think there’s a way to work around tha-”
“Oh no, there’s no deadline set in stone, at Flourish and Blotts, we see the only person to write this was you.”
“See there’s the thing I don’t get,” I say. “You could’ve asked Harry. I think he would be better at this.”
“No,” She shakes her head. “He politely declined our offer. So we’ll let you have some time to keep your stress down and we’ll talk maybe two months after your children are born?”
I smile, at least she’s trying to help me. Thank goodness she’s letting me take a break. But, I can’t help but think that I wouldn’t be able to do it. I can’t go back to the horrid day, it would be too emotional. “Can I think about it?”
She sighs. “Alright, but you’re making a mistake. But please, just think about it?” She says shaking my hand firmly. I follow her out the door and give a stressed look to my secretary.
“Any owls?” I ask afraid of the answer.
“Just one, from your daughter,” Judy says handing me it.
“Oh bloody hell what did she do now?” I say as I open the letter.
Just a reminder that our planned dinner is tonight! I knew you would forget! See you soon!
A short, yet sweet letter, but why am I so scared about this? I’m glad Rose has found somebody, it’s about time she does! But, I still can’t help but wonder that this is all going to burn down in flames.
I completely forgot about this dinner too. It was planned about two weeks ago but so many things have been going on, I forgot about it.
I rush out of my office. “Where’s the fire?” Judy asks standing up. “You might want to slow down, you don’t want to fall!”
“Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day!” I say as I run to the floo network and floo home.
“Ron!” I say rushing through the house. I knew he was home, he has a day off today.
“What?” He says getting off of the couch and rushing towards me. “What’s going on?”
“Rose is coming to dinner. With Scorpius.”
“Like hell they’re not,” He says staring at me.
“Ron, please, do this for your daughter,” I plead. “I’m not too excited about this either. Just paste on a smile and it’ll be all good. But first we need to clean up,” I study his face. “You do too, please shave and shower and find some decent clothes please.”
“She said she hated me though,” He says quietly.
“She didn’t mean it and you know it, Ron. She loves you.”
He sighs and looks at me. “You’re crazy for doing this, but okay,” He runs upstairs and begins to clean himself up.
I look around the house, there wasn’t much to do, but I should straighten up a little bit. I charm the scrubber to scrub the dishes in the sink, I straighten the pillows in the living room and I dust all visible places and place out the nice tablecloth and nice utensils. Ron comes back down 45 minutes later. I look at him and laugh. “You take longer than me!” I say smiling.
“Does this look good?” He asks adjusting his white button down shirt and his best dark jeans.
I study it and shrug. “Yeah, it’s cute.”
“Cute?” He asks. “I’m supposed to look intimidating to Scorpius.”
“Oh, you look *very* itimidating,” I say laughing.
“Seriously,” He says. I knew he wanted a legitimate thought on his outfit choice.
“Well,” I say thinking. “It definitely shows that you weren’t trying to dress up, but you ended up anyway because you’re so sophisticated,” I joke laughing. I walk upstairs and change into a dress that I can still fit into. It’s a flowy dress, meant for the summer, but it’ll have to do. I walk downstairs and Ron smiles at me. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” He says straightening some magazines. “It’s just, you look great.”
I smile and blush as I go to hug Ron, just as I was about to, the doorbell rings and I jump. I open the door and Rose and Scorpius are standing there with linked arms.
“Hi Mom,” She says meekly.
I hold my breath as Scorpius and Rose walk in. “Scorpius,” Rose says looking at me. “This is my Dad,” Scorpius reaches out a hand and I shake it.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Weasley.” He says smiling. Why is he so confident? He’s supposed to be quaking in fear from me. Maybe I’m being too nice. I add a firm hand grip in there so he remembers I’m Rose’s Dad.
I stare down Scorpius as Hermione coughs, hinting that I should stop. “Shall we go sit in the living room?” She gives me a threatening look. I hate to say it, but Hermione is more intimidating than me!
She begins to pour some tea as we silently sip it and stare at the floor. “Rose,” Hermione finally pipes up. “I hope you to like steak, because that’s what we’re serving for dinner.”
“Yeah that’s great Mum!” Rose says. “It’s Scorpius’s favorite also.”
She looks to Scorpius and smiles at him. This is absolutely disgusting how Hermione is liking this kid. “How has your Mom been?” She asks.
He shifts in his seat. “She’s doing great. They’re having a girl.”
Hermione nods. “I heard about that. Are you excited about that?”
“I’m not really sure yet.” Scorpius says looking down at his hands.
“It’s not going to be bad,” Hermione reassures. “Your parents are still going to love you no matter what,” She smiles.
He nods. “I know that, just the thought of me being a big brother is scary.”
“You’re going to be a great big brother. There’s nothing you need to worry about,” She looks to Rose. “Hugo on the other hand, he might have some problems.” She laughs as Rose smiles.
“Word has gotten out a Hogwarts that we’re dating now,” Rose says talking to her Mum like the old days. She doesn’t look at me.
She laughs. “Oh yeah? How’s that treating you?”
“Dom called us the ‘hot new couple’.” Scorpius says.
Hermione shakes her head and laughs. She looks to Scorpius. “What else?”
“Well everyone wants to get a look at us. I feel like we’re under a microscope all the time,” Scorpius says.
Hermione laughs. “Hogwarts never changes.” She looks at me and smiles as she hold my hand. “It was like that when you dad and I were dating,” She squeezes my hand to motivate me to talk to Rose.
“How.. erm, has your school work been coming?” I say looking at my feet.
Rose picks at her pink skirt. “Um great,” She says quietly.
“Rose,” Hermione says not taking one more moment of this pain. “You hurt your fathers feelings,” She’s back to her mother ranting. “Did you know for the past 16 years he’s paid for you to go to Hogwarts, got you a new owl after Snowy died, pays for your robes and clothes, gets you everything? He’s watching you grow up into a young lady. Watching you find a boy and seeing that you’re happy with him. And what you said to him, it crushed him. And you decide to act like a spoiled brat. I did not raise you to be a spoiled brat. Now you better appologize before I get out those baby pictures!”
Rose’s face goes red. “Sorry Dad,” She says truthfully. “I felt bad the moment I said that to you. I didn’t know it would hurt you so much. I really do love you.”
I look at her and smile as she gets up and hugs me. Hermione smiles and I could tell was proud for what I did. Scorpius looks to me and I pat him on the back. “You’re okay too,” He takes a sigh of relief. Maybe I was that intimidating.
Scorpius finally speaks up. “So, what about those baby pictures?” He grins at Rose whose face has gone completely red.
I sit down next to Astoria the next morning at breakfast. “You ready?” She asks looking at me.
I gulp as I nod bravely. “Yeah. What time are they coming again?”
She laughs. “We went over this countless times, dear,” She begins to take her plate from breakfast and gives it to Binky who runs off to clean it. “They’re coming at 10, I’m to serve tea to the others and to not speak unless spoken to,” She smiles. “I’m invited to the meeting in the grand dining room and I’m supposed to take notes. When they show up at 10, I’m to be sitting in the living room reading not the daily prophet, but something else. I was thinking Witch Weekly. After tea, I’m to go and pick up Scorpius to join us in the meeting. Like father like son,” She explains to procedure as if she was going off of a list.
I nod. “Great,” I say applauding at her memory skills. Despite having everything planned out to the last second, I can’t help but be nervous about this. It’s been almost 20 years since the Death Eaters have been plotting. Father said he had big plans for revenge on the Order.
The doorbell rings and I jump three feet into the air. Astoria laughs at me as she puts a hand on her stomach. She’s about 5 months pregnant now and is officially starting to show. It’s so cute how she hugs her stomach.
I open the door and walks in Father and Mother. The smile grimly as he rushes to the grand dining room to set up. I look weakly to Mother as she looks to Astoria and beams. “I was getting worried that you weren’t showing!” Astoria laughs and looks down at her stomach. “Did you start decorating the baby’s room yet?”
Astoria smiles. “I did! Would you like to see it?” Since she finished the baby’s room, she’s been so proud of it and is happy to show anyone the room. The two run upstairs as I’m left with my stressed father. I walk into the grand dining room and look as he’s frantically setting each chair up and re-setting everything that Astroria has already set.
“Nervous, Dad?” I say as I walk in.
“Very,” He says not looking up. “But this is probably a good day for you. You’re going to be voted the new leader of the death eaters.”
“I know, I’m nervous too,” I say looking down at my feet. The doorbell rings again as I look to the clock. Ten ‘o’ Clock. Show time.
The herd of deatheaters walk in and take their designated seats without saying a word. They all look nervous too. Astoria and Mum walk in and take their seats too. Dad walks up to the front of the table and gulps. “So. Welcome back all,” He says smiling weakly. He goes back to seriousness. He can’t seem to say anything so I take over from here to shield him from the embarrassment.
“You are probably all wondering what you all are doing here,” Crabbe and Goyle look at me as well as Pansy along with glares to Astoria. She hasn’t gotten over her jealousy, I guess. “Well, we’ve had this plan.”
“Well go on with it!” Crabbe says at the end of the table. “Some of us haven’t got all day.”
“Okay,” I take a deep breath. “We want to bring the Death Eaters back. We want it to rise again. It’s been too long that the Order and Ministry have been in charge. Too long,” I got many nods from that statement. “Things need to change in the wizarding world. We need to take action.”
“So what does that mean?” Pansy ask. “We can’t just flick our wands around and the Death Eaters rise all at once.”
“Well, we would first need to elect a leader, not one as strong and powerful as the Dark Lord, but someone who can lead and take action when it’s needed,” Astoria pipes in. I glare at her. She’s not supposed to say anything unless spoken too. I did this so that she’s not at a risk of danger. I might be taking this too seriously, but she has another person to worry about, not just herself.
Blaise looks to me then back at his hands. “I elect you, Malfoy,” He says looking up at me.
“Well, we never really came up with a plan for this sort of thing, I say we write it dow-” I begin to say
“I second that,” Crabbe says looking at me.
Dad looks at me. “Well I think it’s decided,” He smiles nervously. “Draco Malfoy, you’re now the leaders of the death eaters.”
The others applaud as I nervously smile and laugh. Astoria looks at me beaming. She then stands up and pushes in her chair, she’s off to get Draco.
Pansy looks to her. “Would you mind picking up Penelope too? She should be here.”
“Yeah!” Blaise says. “We need to start recruiting young.”
Astoria nods and rushes out to get Scorpius and the others. I can’t believe it. This is actually working.
“Oh and look!” Mum coos turning the photo album. Someone needs to kill me now. “Rosie taking a bath. Look at that toothless smile!” I can feel my face burning from embarrassment.
“Mum?” I say looking at her. “Must we do this now?” I hiss.
“Aww come on, Rosie,” Scorpius says nudging me. “We’re just having a little fun.”
“Well can we eat soon?” I say making some lame excuse. “I’m starving.”
“Aww,” Dad says walking down the stairs. “The fun was just about to start,” He shakes the box. “We were just going to get to the dance photos.”
“Oh yeah, bummer,” I say sarcastically.
We sit down at dinner and engulf ourselves in fine cooked steak and wild rice.I look at my Mum who’s laughing at Scorpius’s jokes. And not the fake laughing, for real laughing. Dad might have said that Scorpius was “Okay” but you could still tell that he was uncomfortable around Scorpius and still didn’t like him. Well, at least I have half of my family liking him.
“And so I said to him ‘that’s not a snitch your buying, that’s a bludger!’” Scorpius says telling his joke. Mum and I laugh at that joke for a long time. Dad weakly laughs along, it’s a step!
Scorpius takes a bite of his steak. “This is delicious Mrs. Weasley,” He says nodding and enjoying his steak.
“Why thank you Scorpius,” Mum smiles. Once we all finished our steak Mum stands up to grab the plates. Scorpius gets up before Mum does.
“Please, Mrs. Weasley, let me get this for you.”
Mum pauses and look at Scorpius and then to me. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re the guest, I could get it.”
“No, come one Mrs. Weasley, I can do it.
“Scorpius,” She begins to argue with him. “Just because I’m pregnant with twins doesn’t mean I lost total control of my legs.”
“Mrs. Weasley, Please,” Scorpius pleads. “I want to do this,” He begins to clean up the plates and walks off into the kitchen.
Mum leans into Dad. “I like this boy. Such a gentlemen,” She winks at me and smiles. “You picked well Rose.”
I blush and smile as Scorpius comes back in. “This cake was for us right?” He says holding a platter of cake. “Because I already took a piece,” He says timidly.
Mum laughs. “Yes that’s the cake,” We serve ourselves pieces at the dinner table and begin to eat our decadent dessert.
“Mum, where did you buy this cake?” I say taking another bite.
“Umm, I made it,” She says quietly and timidly.
“What?!” I say.
“What? Can’t I make a cake and make it taste good?” She asks.
“No it’s just,” I start.
Scorpius looks at me. “What Rose is trying to say Mrs. Weasley, is that we don’t expect your cooking to be store bought good.”
Mum puts her hands on her hips. “What? So now I can’t cook now Rose?!” She laughs. “I’ve learned a thing or too from your Nana,” She says as she takes a chunk of her cake.
“Why don’t you cook all the time?” I ask. “This is delicious!”
“Eh, things came up,” She says looking at Ron who smiles. She looks down at her watch and jumps. “Goodness! You guys need to get back to Hogwarts!” She stands up and begins to shoo us to get our jackets.
Mum hugs me goodbye and looks to Scorpius. She hesitates to hug him for a moment, but can’t help herself but does. Scorpius is taken back a bit by this movement but then hugs her back. Mum lets go and looks into Scorpius’s eyes. “You can come back anytime,” She says smiling.
“Thanks Mrs. Weasley,” He says grinning.
“I’m serious though,” Mum says. “I know what a family is like and if there are any problems, don’t hesitate to come to us,” She grabs Dad’s arm, almost as if she was making him agree to what she just said. Dad nods firmly as we say our goodbyes.
Using the floo network, we get back to Hogwarts. He grabs hold of my hand as he walks me to the Gryffindor corridors. “Well that was a nice dinner,” He says.
I scoff. “More embarrassing than nice.”
“Scorpius!?” I say looking at him shocked. “The baby pictures of me?!”
“They weren’t that bad!” He says. “You had a nice bum in a couple of them!”
“Ew Scorpius!” I giggle hitting him playfully. “Dont’ say that!”
I sometimes wonder if this is real sometimes, me and Scorpius. I feel so lucky to have him, but sometimes it just seems fake. The way he treats me is different than other boys. I see him around his friends and he looks like any other teenage kid. But when he’s with me, it’s like he’s a gentlemen. He treats me with respect and loves me the way I am and never tells me to change. I’ve heard the horror stories of how girls are treated by their boyfriends. I vowed to myself to never let that happen, which is why I was so careful to pick out boyfriends. From being the annoying, high pitched voiced kid that would make fun of me for my hair, to the boy that I’m in love with, he’s living proof that people can change and that you’re not a spitting image of your parents. As I look to Scorpius who is holding my hand and silently continuing to walk with me, I realized something that moment.
Scorpius may be the one.
“Hugo,” McGonnagal says walking towards me before I walk into Transfiguration class. “You’re parents are here to get you.” You could tell by the way she said it that she wasn’t happy that parents (especially my parents) were barging into Hogwarts picking up their children whenever they wanted.
“Ok, thank you Professor,” I say smiling. I walk towards the main door. Mum and Dad are standing there.
“You ready to go?” Mum asks me.
“You want to come to see if the twins are boys or girls?” She asks.
My face lights up. I don’t know why I’m so excited about this, but I am. “Yeah! Let me go get Rose and then we can g-”
“Rose said she couldn’t come,” Dad says. “She’s worried about her schoolwork. You can just bring her a picture later.”
“So it’s just the three of us today,” Mum says smiling. We begin to walk out of Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade where St. Mungos is located right outside of.
We walk into the sterile smelling waiting room and Mum signs in. She sits down next to me and smiles. “I’m excited you’re here with us today.”
I nod as I open the Quidditch magazine and read up on the new brooms. I really want to get a new broom, but some of the good ones are so expensive now a days.
“What are you hoping they are going to be, Ron?” Mum says asking Dad.
“I guess boys,” He says reading the Quibbler.
“Aw Ron.” She says putting a head on his shoulder. “I was thinking maybe both girls.”
“You don’t want twin girls, that’ll cause major drama between the two.”
“What do you mean?”
“Hello?! They’re your offspring! They’re going to be just like you! Rose turned out the same way!” He says laughing and not looking up from the Quibbler.
Mum laughs at Dad. “Well maybe one boy, one girl. Even out you know?”
“That’s rare. What did Rose say she wanted?”
“Two girls of course,” Mum says.
Ron sighs and nudges me with his elbow. “If that happens, you’re going to be the only one of our kids to carry on the Weasley name,” He laughs and so does Mum.
“Ron don’t pressure him,” She giggles. “But I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, I’m going to love them the same.”
“Mmmhhmm,” Dad says reading an article in the Quibbler, obviously not paying attention to Mum.
“Ron, don’t read that, Rita Skeeter works there now, it’s a load of bull.”
“But Luna is the editor now.”
“Oh don’t get me wrong I love Luna to bits, but it’s a different thing when it comes to writing.”
“But they’re talking about nargals,” He whines.
“And that magazine is the enemy of the Daily Prophet.”
Dad puts it down to stop arguing with Mum. “Happy now?”
“Yes, very,” She smiles to herself and pauses for a minute “Hugo,” Mum whispers at me. I look up from my magazine at her, she’s smiling. “Want to feel something wicked?”
I nod as she takes a hold of my hand and places it on her stomach. A couple of minutes of nothing and I swear my Mum is going cra-
Kick. I gasp. Kick. Another kick! I look up at Mum who is smiling.
“What is that?” I ask.
“It’s the babies silly!” She laughs. She then grabs Dad’s hand and does the same thing. Dad smiles and laughs.
“Crazy that is,” Dad says looking at Mum’s stomach.
“Ahem,” The rude lady from behind the counter coughs. “I hate to break up this heart warming moment,” This was obviously put in a sarcastic tone. “But Healer Wood is ready to see you,” I gulp as we walk in. Healer Wood was the mother of Quinn Wood who is the hottest girl at Hogwarts. All my friends have a huge crush on her. This is going to be an awkward moment for me.
Dad and I sit on the stool as Mum gets to lie down on the crinkly paper. We wait an awkward couple of minutes before the door squeaks open.
“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Oh and hello Hugo!” She says shaking my hand. “Gosh you got so big! How’s Hogwarts treating you?”
“Great,” I say smiling back. I can feel my hands shaking I’m so embarrassed.
“Well, I guess you guys are here to find out what you’re having!” She says smiling. “I’m also excited to find out with you guys.”
She does a couple of tests on Mum before she walks out to see what they are. “Finally,” Mum says laughing. “I can now call the babies he or she instead of it.”
I laugh as Healer Wood walks back in with the results. “Well,” She says smiling. “Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I’m happy to announce to you three that you guys are having a boy and a girl!”
Mum smiles and laughs as Dad and I are both smiling. A boy and a girl!
“Um, Doctor,” I say awkwardly. What am I supposed to call her?
She laughs at me. “Call me Melanie.” She smiles.
“C-can I get a photo of the babies to show to my sister?”
“Of course!” She goes out of the room and hands me a picture. “There’s the boy and there’s the girl,” She says pointing it out for me. She begins to walk out. “I would love to stay and chat but I have been loaded with appointments, Gladys can set you up with the next appointment.”
Mum smiles at Melanie as she walks out. “A boy and a girl!” She says again. “I can’t believe it. We need to start thinking of names!”
Dad stands up. “One thing at a time,” He laughs. “We need to get Hugo back to school. McGonnagal didn’t look too pleased with us.”
“Ron, she hasn’t been pleased with our performance since the day, you, Harry, and I became friends!” Mum laughs.
“True, but still,” He puts a hand on my shoulders. “Come on let’s take you to Hogwarts.”
It’s around 8 when we get to the common room. Rose and I sit on the couch. At first, it was weird to be in the Gryffindor common room when you were a Slytherin. People would give you weird stares and treat you like dirt. But now, since Rose and I have been dating, people began to accept me, well all accept Hugo.
“So you didn’t think that the dinner was .... uncomfortable?” She says shifting in her seat. I could tell that she was uncomfortable asking me this.
“No not all,” I say reassuring her. “It was great.”
“You weren’t.... intimidated by my dad?”
I shake my head. “No, it was fine, Rose!”
“What is wrong with you?!” She cries.
“Are you for real?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t believe you!” She begins to stand up and approach me. “It’s like, unreal!”
“Rose,” I grab her arm to bring her closer to me. “What are you talking about.”
She jabs me in the chest. “You that’s who! It’s like your unreal!”
“You’re so perfect! You’re like every girl’s dream guy! Are you real?” She begins jabbing me in the stomach.
“Ow! What are you doing Rose? What are you talking about?”
“Making sure you’re real! You’re perfect! You respect me! You don’t tell me what to do! You don’t openly cheat on other girls! You aren’t a total jerk around your friends! Like you are so different! What’s wrong with you?!”
“Rose!” I grab her by the shoulders and shake her. “You’re going insane. It’s called being mature.”
She looks me in the eyes after calming down. “You’re perfect.” And she leans in to kiss me until she backs up when she hears the door to the portrait open.
“Hey Hugo,” Rose says as Hugo walks through the portrait. He grimaces and continues to walk to the third year boys dormitory. Rose looks at me sympathetically. “Scorpius I-”
“It’s fine,” I say shaking off the look that he gave me.
She lightly touches my arm. “No. You look hurt.”
I shrug. “It’s fine, Rose. It doesn’t matter,” She wasn’t going to let this go. She begins to get up. I grab her by the arm to keep her from getting up. “No, come on it’s okay, it’s fine just stay her-”
“I’m going to go talk to him,” She says standing up. I sigh as I stand up and laugh.
“Alright, well I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight!” She begins to walk up the steps.
I walk down the hallway and hear footsteps behind me, rushing footsteps. I turn around to see Mum rushing behind me.
“Scorpius. You need to come home.”
“I can explain it later, but your Dad wants you to be present.”
“Mum what’s going on?” I ask as we floo to our house.
“You’re father wants you to be a part of something that’s very important to him,” She says as she turns the key to the front door. “Just go to the main dining room and take a seat, he’ll explain it all to you.”
I walk to the dining room with butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know why I was nervous. Was didn’t Mum tell me what was going on? Since when were there meetings in the dining room? Why was Mum so nervous looking to pick me up?
“Scorpius!” Dad says looking at me. His old piers were all around the table along with some of my friends.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s great!” Penelope exclaims smiling. “Your Dad’s a bloody genius!”
I sit down next to Dad as he continues to explain a plan that he has. “So for the death eaters new plan to come back.”
I stand up quickly, anger seething through my body. “Whoah, wait death eaters?” I say looking at Dad. “Are you crazy?”
“Son, we want you to be a part of this,” He says staying calm.
“I don’t want to!”
“Scorpius, you don’t want to?” Penelope asks looking at me.
“No! I-uh-eh-uh,” I can’t even pick out the right words to say. I stare at my Dad who looks as if he’s been punched in the gut. I stare at Mum who looks equally shocked. I run out the door, not knowing where to go next.
I floo to the quickest place I can think of and knock on the door.
“Scorpius, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Weasley asks opening the door.
“My parents are planning on bringing back the deatheaters! They’re going to attack the ministry.”
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