The Potters

Dinner at the Potters

Dinner at the Potters

The Potters are sitting down around their dining table in their big mansion for their last family dinner before the twins go back to Hogwarts. The twins, Harry and Chelsea, are two seventeen year olds and are offsprings of James and Lily Potter. Both has inherited James' dark hair, horrible eye sight (but it is not that bad; both wear contacts), and sense of humor. Both also inherited Lily's green eyes, and with the exception of Harry, her nose, lips, and facial shape. Chelsea has inherited Lily's temper and while Harry has inherited James' love for mischief. These teenagers tends to hex each other in the hallways of Hogwarts when they are angry at each other. That is why they get in loads of trouble and receive at least a howler from Lily each month. Harry just received his letter from Hogwarts that informed that he had been made Head Boy. Chelsea was proud of him, obviously, but feels a bit jealous because he's always in charge since he was older. Only by three or four minutes.

"Harry can you pass me the salt please?" asked Chelsea

Harry slid the salt down across the table and Chelsea caught it before it fell down to the floor.

"Thanks," said Chelsea.

"I can't believe you both are going back tomorrow," said Lily dramatically.

"Yeah...I really don't wanna go back," replied Chelsea as she tortured her steak with her fork

"What's wrong, Chels? I thought you liked school," said James suddenly

"I know what it is..It's Ron..isn't it?" mocked Harry. Chelsea was getting annoyed by Harry because he, Ron, and Neville had sprayed her with the hose in the garden while she was reading earlier.

"Just to so you know, you're on my last nerve, Harry," said Chelsea; her face burning.

"And no, it's not Ron...I'm just..going to miss home," lied Chelsea. Her father bought the lie, of course, but Lily knew it was something. Her daughter never misses home before, so it must be something else. She has always been excited to go back to Hogwarts.

"Wait 'til I tell Ron...he'll throw a party instantly. You know he's liked you since the first time he sees you and you should've seen him that night on the day when you both started going out ," Harry mocked. Chelsea ignored him.

"And I know you still like him back...You're my sister, I'm bound to know everything about you...and also because I've been reading your diary," Harry added. "'Oh my god, I saw Ron in the Great Hall today..he looked soo cute with his new hairstyle'" mocked Harry in a girly voice.

"THAT'S IT, YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" shouted Chelsea as she rose from her chair and pulled out her wand and pointed it at her brother.

"What did I ever do to you! Gosh, Chels, take it easy!" protested Harry.

"Oh, shut up Harry, I knew it was your idea to spray me with the hose to-" argued Chelsea but she was cut off by her mother.

"BOTH OF YOU, BE QUIET! AND CHELSEA SIT DOWN!" yelled Lily at her twins.

Silence

"Both of you, I do not want to sent any more Howler this year just because you've been put into detention just because you both can not get along in class!" added Lily angrily.

"Sorry, mum," said the twins

"All right. I just want you both to get along. Harry, although you were born 3 minutes before your sister, that doesn't mean you can pick on her. You're supposed to protect her and be there for her no matter what. Chelsea, you have to learn to control your temper. And do not get violent to your brother, got it?" said Lily as she sighed.

"Fine," said the children sarcastically.

"James?"

"Mmm?"

"Aren't you going to say something?" asked Lily calmly to her husband

"Uh, yeah," he said, putting down the Prophet," Harry you were born 4 minutes before your sister."

"JAMES!" shouted Lily angrily

"Hon, I was kidding. Kids, I know you've inherited both of our intelligence, but I want you to stay focus on your studies. And Harry, don't let any boy get to your sister," said James.

"Does that mean that I get to choose who she's going out with?" asked Harry excitedly.

"In a way, yes," replied James.

"Oh, thanks a lot, Dad," said Chelsea sarcastically

"You're welcome," James said as he put up the Prophet.

Silence

"Mum," called Harry

"Yes, love?"

"Was I born three or four minutes before Chels?" he asked

Lily and Chelsea took a sigh.