Maria Hill stirred as she felt her feet land on solid ground. The harsh smashing of her feet one an ashy fireplace had her seeing stars. Blinking, she found Director Fury talking to another dark man. He had a deep, reassuring, mellow voice that rivaled the Director’s and stared into Fury’s eyes intently.
“Well, Nick, surely you understand that I cannot abandon my post here as Minister to help you on this problem, but I can however, lend you my best workers to help aid you in your task.” Kingsley offered, rolling the blueprint back up and returning it to Fury. “Mr. Ernie Macmillan would be more than willing to assist you, I’m sure. He’s under the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes unit—”
“I didn’t expect you to abandon your post Kingsley, but I don’t want just any worker either.” Fury sharply interrupted. Raising an eyebrow, Kingsley leaned back into his chair, nodding for the Director to go on.
“I want the Golden Trio. Not only just for this task, but to recruit them into S.H.I.E.L.D. as well. I’ve been prodding you for years about their recruitment, yet you keep avoiding my requests.” Fury said, looking at the Minister with an assertive glare in his eyes. Shacklebolt nodded and muttered, ‘yes, of course, of course.’ before he sent multiple lynx patronuses to glide over the surface, making their way out the door. The Minister looked uneasy upon words to say. And as for Maria, she found herself gawking over the beautiful lynxes as they left in a single filed line.
“I apologize for the disappointment I have caused you, Nick. But surely your organization has things under control? The Golden Trio can only live by their titles for so long, and they’re busy with their own personal lives as well. I’m afraid Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have been working graveyard shifts because of a rather messy case.” Kingsley explained, tiredly staring into the sharp looking man. Fury impatiently sniffed, not having any of it.
“But highest Minister, have you not heard of what happened in New York yesterday?” Fury casually pressed. Kingsley closed his eyes and squeezed them shut, not wanting to open them again. Damn these foreign affairs. “The United States was attacked by extra-terrestrial forces, and Loki. Surely you have heard about the news by now.”
“I have Director—” Kingsley muttered.
“Then a sensible man like you can understand it can happen again, that it could happen here, in Britain.” Fury pressed venomously. “We need to unite. And it would be damn helpful if we had some agents in European soil. ” At this, Kingsley’s eyes fluttered open, irises flaring in anger.
“You will not tell me how I will run my job! As Minister, the decision lies with me, however, I am not thick enough to answer for my employees. You go to them, before you come to me.” Kingsley hissed, slamming his fist on the table. “It’s hard enough as it is, because even today, the Pure-blood mania rages on.” Fury narrowed his one eye and stepped back, still eying the man challengingly. When the silence engulfed the room, Maria shifted uncomfortably and focused her wait on one leg.
“Hold on, this Harry Potter franchise. This is real?” Agent Hill asked. Fury turned around and raised an eyebrow at the agent, completely forgetting her existence.
“Oh, it’s real, Agent Hill. This is so very much real. I’ve been meaning to ask the Golden Trio for recruitment ever since the downfall of Voldemort.” Fury said, and watched as Agent Hill nodded in understanding, before she looked away.
Oh how Coulson would literally flip if he was here. It seemed that his obsession for wizardry almost outdone his obsession for the Captain—just almost.
There was a small popping sound, one after another, and four figures appeared out of thin air. The first who appeared was a man and woman. The man wasn’t very tall, nor was he short. He had jet black hair and emerald green eyes with round glasses and his trademark, lightning bolt scar. Harry Potter. The woman who was holding his hand must’ve been his wife. She had flaming red hair and blazing brown eyes, slightly shorter than her husband. She had a fierce flare that lurked behind her warm irises as she clutched her husband’s hand protectively. Ginny Potter nee Weasley.
The next person who appeared was a tall gangly man with freckles. He was thin like a rod with gingery red hair. Ron Weasley. And the last person who appeared was a windswept woman with honey brown hair and brown warm eyes. She had a sharp intelligent look about her, but none the less, she had a warm demeanor. Hermione Weasley nee Granger.
“You called, Minister?” Hermione asked, eying Fury and Maria Hill with curiosity.
“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, this is Director Nick Fury and Agent Maria Hill of S.H.I.E.L.D organization and they are in need of your help.” Shacklebolt announced. All eyes landed on Fury and Maria with interest.
“Well, what seems to be the problem?” Harry asked, looking at Fury, his eyes landing on the rolled up blueprint.
“Have you heard of Stark Tower and the recent happenings of New York?” Agent Hill asked and the four adults nodded. An American? What was an American doing here?
“But that Loki, isn’t he finished? Didn’t the so called ‘Avengers’ handle all of that?” Ron questioned suspiciously, and before Fury could open his mouth, Maria pounced on the question.
“Oh Loki’s gone alright. In fact, all the Avengers are gone as well, and New York’s under reconstruction. Everything’s just fine and dandy!” Ginny narrowed her eyes. She didn't like this sarcastic edge to the woman's tone.
“What do you mean; the Avengers and Loki are ‘gone’?” Ginny asked sharply. Fury nodded at Maria, signaling that he would take it from here, and all four pairs of eyes landed upon him.
“That is where you all come in.” Fury said with an air of urgency. The four goggled bemused and the Director approached them, blueprint in hand. As he held it out for the others to see, it was Hermione who snatched it eagerly first; Harry, Ginny, and Ron crowding behind her.
“The Avengers and Loki were crowded up in a room last night, and after trying to find and contact them all this morning, it is very much probable that two of them created a time pendant and are lost in time.” Fury said. Hermione analyzed the blueprint. Her bemused and confused expression turned into amazement.
“But this is really complex stuff. It takes a mind of a genius to construct something like this!” Hermione whispered, looking up at Fury in awe, but Fury only allowed a wry, tight lipped smile.
“Well, two geniuses created this, and I’m really hoping that you could assist in bringing all seven back. That is, before they do any damage.”
The four adults turned to look at each other, telepathically sending mixed messages.
“Well,” Ron began sheepishly, “As much as we’d be glad to help, this isn’t of our forte. If anyone, this is the job for Hermione.” Ron patted his wife on the back and was trewarded a dangerous glare from his wife.
“Director,” Hermione began, turning around to face Fury. “We’d be glad to help, but this—this isn’t a fast process. Figuring out something complicated like this could take months, even years. All our time turners have been destroyed back in ’96, during a fiasco at the Department of Mysteries. We have nothing to go by.” Hermione stressed, half laughing in frustration, running her fingers through her bushy hair with one hand.
“If two of some of my best men can figure out something like this in one night, then I’m sure you can.” Fury persisted. “As long as you can bring them back, that’s all that counts.”
Hermione bit her lip, unsure of what to say, and spun around to meet Harry’s uncertain eyes. Ginny and Ron were whispering quickly to one another, their speech sounding like one of a different tongue.
“Well, in that case, we take it!” Harry said, concluding the group’s decision as a whole. Hermione's eyes widened, alarmed at the sudden conclusion.
“Harry! We can’t just take it! Things like this take time and it’s not something we procrastinate with. We have jobs, Harry. We have families! Do you have any idea how much time this can take from our lives?” Ginny and her brother began to nod feverishly, eyeing Harry with looks of angered determination.
“She has a point you know, mate.” Ron said, siding obviously with his wife. “Think about James, Albus and Lily. You can’t make Teddy babysit all the time, the poor bloke needs some air to breathe too—”
“And your case love, you’re busy as you are already.” Ginny completed for her brother, crossing her arms. It was clear none of them wanted to partake in the case. They did already have too much of a busy life in their hands...
“—which is why your families will be going with you to Stark Tower. I’ll place you all under vacation leave while you handle the time turner issue. Mr. Finnigan would be pleased to cover for you, Hermione, and I am pretty sure that Mr. Thomas will be pleased to be Head Auror for the meantime of your absence, Mr. Potter.” Kingsley chimed in from behind the desk. Everyone turned to look at the minister, completely oblivious to his existence. He was sitting there, chin up and arms folded across his desk, wearing a small smile on his face. But as surprised as they all were, no one could beat the facial expression of Director Fury. It was clear that one thing in the Minister’s statement did not slip through the other end of his ears.
“Aw, hell no,” Fury growled dangerously. “There is no way I’m going to let a pack of kids run berserk in Stark Tower. The adults themselves are fine, but you know very well I don’t play well with little devils.” Ginny and Hermione shot daggers through Fury while Harry and Ron stared.
Kingsley sighed exasperatedly. “In fact, Director, I don’t. But it is assured that no child will misbehave at Stark Tower. I’m sure they’d find themselves more entertainment by wandering through New York then being cooped at some Tower with nothing to do. It’s an offer you will either take or leave, and if you leave it, you will leave this Ministry empty handed as well.”
“I will not permit it Kingsley. No children, and that’s final!” Fury snarled, his dark single iris flaring. Ginny hissed like a provoked cat, while Hermione looked affronted.
"Well aren't you a picky, indecisive one." Kingsley muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
“Well, then you just broke the deal.” Harry blurted in a matter-of –fact tone. Fury turned back to face Harry sharply. “If we can’t bring our kids to New York, then the deal’s cut off.”
“Harry!” Hermione half hissed, half moaned, "We aren't taking it..." But Harry shot her a look of renewed determination.
Fury clicked his tongue impatiently. There was a reason why he never bothered to have kids. Stinky diapers, babysitting, and discipline were never his forte. Crying, impatient babies in nurseries and pouting, spoiled toddlers paraded in his mind. It was bad enough he had to babysit seven adults like they were precious children, especially Stark, the biggest child of them all… The thoughts that clouded his mind made Fury grimace and flinch, his eye twitching like it needed to be badly scratched.
But this was important. If the Avengers knew how to work the time pendant they would’ve been back by now. But they weren’t, and he needed these parents to help him, or the superheroes would be stuck for what could be forever.
Banner, Stark. You have your asses in debt to me for this. Fury thought angrily. He was no playground monitor, and he was sure to isolate himself quickly at Stark Tower before any kid could say ‘Fury is furious’.
“You have a deal, Potter.” Fury grumbled, allowing his eyebrows to knit. “But if any of your children are responsible of damages or get on my nerves, that’s coming out of your paychecks.”
“Paychecks… Bloody hell, we’re getting paid for this?” Ron asked, bewildered, yet pleased. Hermione swatted her husband on the shoulder and hissed, shooting an apologetic look at the Director, awkwardly smiling. They were modest with their living, neither rich nor poor, but Ron always wanted to be on the higher step of the social ladder.
“Explain.” Harry said, nodding towards the Director. He didn’t need the American’s money. Fury, none the less was a muggle, and muggle American money was no use in the British Wizarding world. Of course, it could be useful when they were in America…
“I’m enlisting you in S.H.I.E.L.D.” Fury said crustily, and the four adults gawked. Kingsley sharply took in some air behind his desk and hid his face with his hands.
“You’re enlisting us in S.H.I.E.L.D.? But we’re not superheroes, we don’t have super powers, and our homes are here in Britain. We’re not going anywhere.” Hermione said tersely. And Fury raised a dark eyebrow.
"Oh, hush it Hermione..." Ron whined quietly under his breath. It was clear that he was becoming interested as well.
“Who said you had to live in America? Being a recruit of S.H.I.E.L.D., all that’s required is that you answer the phone when we call that there’s a world endangering crisis on the line. And defeating Voldemort does indeed make you all superheroes.” There was a silence, and everyone turned to Harry, as if he was the spokesperson of the group.
“Why are you all staring at me for?” Harry demanded.
“You survived the Killing Curse twice.” Fury informed, "It only makes sense for an undefeatable warrior to live up to his purpose." Harry groaned.
Merlin—and I thought the whole ‘Boy Who Lived’ was over a long time ago…
“Well, Harry does have a people saving thing.” Hermione pointed out, looking over to Fury, and Harry raised an eyebrow at her, not knowing whether to be flattered or offended. Hermione’s face was flat, but her sparkling eyes cheated her deadpanned tone.
“And we’re not going to let him go anywhere without us. We are the Golden Trio. We all helped eachother out.” Ron piped up, exchanging a grin with his best friend. Harry looked at his wife who was smiling mildly up at him.
“And not to mention, he was and always will be The Chosen One.” Ginny whispered, directed mainly towards her husband. Harry rolled his eyes.
“So, what do you think Potter?” Fury asked, eying the one with the lightning bolt scar.
“We’ll take it.” Harry announced.
“Then I’ll meet you here in an hour.” Fury nodded, and then twitched again. “With your—families…”
“Bloody hell, so we’re really in league with the Iron Man and them now, aren’t we?” Ron said, blinking as if he was awakening from a dream. They were walking over to the front door when they heard an explosion from the second floor of the house.
“Yeah, and I hope to Godric that James won’t go scouting for the bloke’s suit once we get to Stark Tower.” Harry muttered as he keyed in the door. When the front door opened, they were greeted by screams, cries, laughter, and a mess of bodies wrestling each other on the floor.
“Oi, stop that, James that hurts!” The eldest of the wrestlers cried from underneath the dog pile. He had turquoise blue hair, his fringe falling into his eyes while a handful of his hair was being yanked by the second eldest boy.
“Ouch! Bloody hell, Albus, stop yanking my hair! Hugo, Lily, Rose, get Albus off of me!” Cried James, who was snarling to Albus, the youngest of the wrestlers, and gnashing his teeth. The three ginger haired children sitting on the couch just laughed and giggled, while the eldest redheaded girl cheered.
“Get him Al; kick James’ ba-tootie! Go Al! Go Al! Go Al!”
“Fury would be furious.” Hermione whispered, mortified as she watched her nephews wrestle each other, rolling on the floor. Teddy stood up, clearly out of breath.
“Wotchor Harry, Ginny, Auntie Hermione, Uncle Ron.” Ted addressed to his elders, tiredly smiling. “What brings you home so early?”
“Oh, nothing. We’re sent on a business trip, that’s all.” Ginny said loudly, and watched as her two sons pried themselves off of each other, turning bewilderedly at the adults.
“Bloody hell, when in the world of Merlin’s soggy, baggy knickers did you all get home?” James gawked, and his Aunt Hermione scoffed, clearly miffed.
“Watch your language James or I’ll carve your tongue out!” Ginny warned her eldest son, and James stared accusingly at Teddy, who looked at his feet. Teddy’s hair turned into a tomato red.
“Sorry Ginny, teenage habits.” Teddy said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Looking up, he changed the subject. “Business trip, eh? How long am I babysitting, a week?” He watched as his godfather looked at the rest of the adults.
“Actually Ted, you’ll be babysitting for what could be a year.” Ginny spoke, shutting the door behind her. Teddy cocked his head to the side, confused.
“A year? I’ve got to go to Hogwarts. I can’t babysit for a year!” He shot an irate look at James who had come to stand beside him. James nudged his god-brother on the rib, smiling cheekily up at Teddy, as Teddy rolled his eyes.
“If you all sit down, maybe we can explain.” Hermione said feeling exasperated, looking like she was ready to collapse. James and Albus shoved their way to the couch, while Rose and Hugo made way. Meanwhile, Teddy scooped Lily up and sat down in her place, situating Lily on his lap.
“Go on, we’re listening.” Rose said, nodding for the adults to continue.
“Okay kids, I suppose the simplest way to put this is that we’re all going to America.” Harry said, kneeling before the children on the couch. “There’s an important task that we are being asked to do in New York, and knowing we can’t burden anyone into babysitting you all,” Harry allowed his eyes to bore into James who uncomfortably looked away. “You will be coming with us.” James and Albus cheered at the sound of travelling for the summer, but Rose and Teddy’s eyebrows furrowed.
“New York? Didn’t some bad guy, demi-god tear New York up to bits?” Teddy asked, and watched his Godfather, eyes widening. “He escaped, didn’t he?” Teddy concluded, sitting upright, but Harry shook his head.
“No, well, I take that back, yes he did—” There was a collective gasp and Harry hurried on. “But he’s part of the reason why we’re going. We’ll be lodging at Stark Tower during our stay. It has something to do with a time pendant…”
“Stark Tower..?” Rose asked, clearly interested. “Don’t the superheroes that defeated Loki live there?” Albus and James perked up at this bit of info. Would Iron Man be there? What about the Hulk? Could they have autographs? As for Rose’s parents, they exchanged looks of surprise. It seems as if Rose picked up more about Muggle international news than anyone else did.
“Yes, Rosy—” Ron began, but he was caught off by the squeal of his daughter.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Then will we be able to see Thor? He’s my favorite! He looks like he’s the most gentlemanly out of all of them, like Godric Gryffindor, but I suppose—”
“—that Captain America seems dashing as well.—” Rose continued in her dreaming stance. James and Teddy exchanged smirks while Harry and Ginny looked at Rose’s parents in amusement.
“Er, Rosy dear, there won’t be any superheroes when we get there. They’re all lost in time, I’m afraid.” Hermione said, apologetically smiling at her daughter. Rose faltered, and her glowing face faded.
“—But…” She looked away and sniffled.
“So that’s why we’re leaving? To fix a time machine problem and bring them back?” Teddy asked, looking interested. “Do you think Nan would let me go with you if I asked?” Harry shrugged.
“It’s all up to your Nan, but if you want to ask her, you might want to do it now. Fury is waiting for us at the Ministry. We’ve already wasted ten minutes of the hour he had given us.” Harry advised, and watched as Teddy plopped Lily beside Rose, who in turn, grabbed her toddler cousin protectively, and glared at Teddy’s mishandling.
“Andromenda Tonks nee Black’s house,” Teddy declared after he stepped inside the fireplace, and was devoured by green flames. Meanwhile, James goggled at his father.
“Fury? What kind of name is ‘Fury’?” James asked, wrinkling his nose.
“A name of a man who will be very furious if you end up tackling Albus the way you just did.” Ginny said curtly, eying her son with a constricting look.
“Yes ma’am.” James murmured before looking away from his mother’s blazing glare.
“I suppose we meet at the Ministry then, at Shacklebolt’s office, via portkey?” Ron asked, picking Hugo up from the couch and turning to Harry.
“I suppose. That is where he said we’ll meet.”
“Are you alright there Ted?” Harry asked his godson who had just appeared from the flames. Teddy, whose blue hair was now spiked up and had a backpack slung over his shoulder, grinned.
“Nan threw a fit, but I told her she can pick me up before term starts.” Teddy grinned cheekily as James and Albus came storming down the stairs, dragging their luggage behind them.
“Is Ginny and Lily ready?” Teddy asked, eying the two boys who were wrestling each other for James’ wand. James, under the watchful eyes of his father, was permitted to have his wand a year earlier than most children and had managed to accidentally charm a streak of Albus’ hair pink while cackling madly.
“I’m right here Ted.” Ginny called from the stairs, a trunk hovering high in the air in front of her while baby Lily sat on top, squealing joyously.
“I’m not sure that’s safe.” Harry said eying the trunk and his daughter warily as the trunk hovered its way towards them. Ginny rolled her eyes, as if saying ‘Oh c’mon, have some fun, Harry!’
“Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear!” Lily cooed with her arms outstretched for Teddy. “Come get me Teddy Bear!” Teddy obliged and lifted toddler Lily into his arms as she reached for his blue hair. “Make it turn green!” she commanded while Harry meanwhile, prepared a sock for a portkey.
“Alright everyone, gather around!” Harry ordered. “You all know how portkey works, so on the count of three! One, two…”
“THREE!” James gleefully cried out, and with that they swirled and found their landing ground at Kingsley’s office.
“You took your time mate!” Ron said grinning at Harry as the Potter family shakily stirred from landing hard on their feet. Hermione was tending to little Hugo who stood there patiently, letting his mother straighten up his shirt, while Rose sat on top of a trunk, reading.
“I suppose these are your children, Potter?” The Director said, studying the children carefully, as if they could be a walking time bomb. It seemed as if Hugo and Rose had passed Fury’s inspection. However, Fury knew very well there was always going to be that one kid in the bunch that was ringleader.
“Yes Director, all my children and a godson.” Harry grinned, slinging his arm around Teddy who was holding a now squirming Lily.
“She’s a cutie.” Maria Hill said, eying the red haired toddler who was probably three years of age, wriggling for freedom. Fury raised an eyebrow at Maria Hill who just cleared her throat and looked away. To Fury, squirming toddlers were not cute.
“And you must be Fury!” James proclaimed, goggling Fury with interest. “You look like Mister Kingsley, only Kingsley’s darker. What’s with the eye patch, dude?” James asked, pointing at Fury’s eye patch, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. Teddy stifled a laugh, which came out as a pig-like snort, as Fury rounded at James. So this little punk was going to be the ringleader? He didn’t seem that bad, for Fury had seen worse. Fury squinted at the boy as viciously as he could, hoping to intimidate.
“Yeah! Why do you have an eye patch? You’re no pirate!” Albus interrupted, now standing by his oldest brother. James nodded in firm agreement, crossing his arms, knitting his eyebrows like his mother when she got suspicious.
Fury groaned when he saw Albus. The kid was no more than six years old and had an eyesore of a pink streak running through his hair. He wondered if the godson with neon yellow hair and turquoise streaks had anything to do with it. Forget one ring leader, there were two!
“And your trench coat’s weird. Are you celebrating Halloween early, Mr. Fury?” Rose asked from behind her book. Fury grumbled. And he thought she passed as normal…
“Yeah Mister Fury, I think we’re all waiting for an explanation!” Albus piped up. James nodded while frowning, yet still not saying anything. And then suddenly, he grinned…
This was going to be a long year. Fury looked at the parents and saw they were trying their hardest not to laugh. Even Agent Hill was at the brink of belting out with giggles, her face unable to contain her silent snickering.
“Argh, me matees, where are all me scallywags?” James abruptly turned and began to limp across the Minister’s office, as if he had a peg leg. His left index finger was curled, imitating a hook for a hand, his right hand blocking his right eye.
“If you don’t scrub the poop deck, then I will have yer heads and throw yerselves in the sea for ol’ Scylla to eat ya aliiiive!” James cried, turning around and waving his hooked finger at them all, pulling on the fiercest face he could manage. “An’ don’t yer dare make me furious, or I’ll stuff yer in me pockets of me trench coat!” James added, shooting a swift glance at Fury, making it obvious he was referring to him.
At this sudden interruption, all the adults and children, excluding Fury, burst out in laughter. Even the Minister couldn’t help but chuckle from behind his desk. Fury was seething, and if his feelings could become any more visible, it would be shown by how his bald scalp was sizzling with his anger.
He couldn’t believe it! The nerve these children had! He spotted the little Hugo boy, clapping his hands cheerfully, shouting ‘Pirate, Pirate!’ and the little Lily girl giggling on the floor.
Soon then, James skipped over to his younger brother and the two began a tribal war dance, singing at the top of their lungs;
“YAR HAR FIDDLE-DI-DEE,
BEING A PIRATE IS ALRIGHT TO BE,
DO WHAT YOU WANT CAUSE A PIRATE IS FREE!
YOU ARE A PIRATE!”
Fury growled dangerously as the two continued singing. Everyone was roaring in laughter; and James, still wiggling around, managed to sneak behind Fury and grabbed him by the hands.
“Come on Fury, it’s your song!” James grinned mischievously. The ten-year-old runt was doing it on purpose!
“POTTER,” Fury roared, eying the boy’s father perilously as James tried to swing him around. Harry could only smile weakly at the man.
“I’m afraid my children have watched Lazytown far too often when they were younger.” Harry grinned, and Albus hopped in circles around the dancing Fury and James. Lily, meanwhile, crawled to James’ mysteriously moving backpack on the floor and unleashed Pikachu, the family’s yellow Pigmy Puff that had grown into the size of an American football. Pikachu was Uncle George’s first experimental Pygmy Puff breed and was named after the adorable cartoon character Lily found out about after flicking through the channels on the television. Pikachu scampered off to Fury and began to gnaw at his black, leather shoes, squeaking as it clung to Fury’s moving foot with its teeth. Ginny manically threw back her head and cackled, obviously proud of her little minions while Teddy pulled out his muggle cellphone and took a picture.
“FURY’S A PIRATE!” Chorused the children and Teddy loudly, and Fury loathed it. In fact, he even hated himself. Stark Tower was going to be a preschool indeed!
Author’s Notes: I can honestly say I had no clue it would turn into this. I actually planned it to be much simpler and leave it where Harry and the others apparated to Harry’s home and call it done. It seems as if my ideas did not agree and the rest was born. Poor Fury, having to deal with children he can’t cooperate with. It seems as if the year’s going to be torture for him. So anyway, I’m rewinding back to the Marauders for the next chapter.
Review please and tell me your thoughts. Better yet, tell me if you guys want another chapter later on regarding Fury and the kiddos! I can make room if ya’ll request. I am planning on doing a Christmas chapter with the whole Weasley clan at Stark Tower, so there will be more Next Generation to look forward to. Teddy is 15, James is 10, Albus and Rose are six, and Lily and Hugo are three. The ages are probably a little off, but it felt cuter this way.
CREDITS: The little song the children were singing is an actual song called, “You are a Pirate” by a preschool show’s Lazytown. Lazytown belongs to Nickelodeon. Pikachu obviously belongs to Pokemon, which was created by Satoshi Tajiri. Scylla is a mythological creature from The Odyssey, as told by Homer. And as always, I give kudos to Marvel and Rowling for all their beautiful characters.
TO MY AUDIENCE: Thank you so much for those who support me throughout the story so far, you guys give me the biggest motivation of all! Your reviews of kindness make me smile after rough days of school and my pretty hectic home life. You guys help me put forth a brand new level of determination to truly finish this project to the end, no matter what. To those who are first readers, welcome! True it's only the beginning so I shouldn't be dramatising, but as an amature writer, I've had my days in which I thought I should toss it. The reviews of encouragement, from detailed to all the small things have been the fuel to this story. Thank you. And now, I shall leave you to await chapter 12.
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