The Potters

Potter talk?

Later at night, when everyone was asleep, Chelsea snuck downstairs to get some ice cream. She was eating her ice cream peacefully when a tall figure walked into the kitchen.

"What's wrong, Chels?"

"Who's there?" alerted Chelsea suddenly, pulling her wand, and pointed it at the figure who was actually her father.

"Sorry, dad," apologized Chelsea.

"No problem," said James, getting himself a bowl of ice cream, "are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," lied Chelsea.

"Darling, I'm your father, I know you. You would never sneak downstairs and eat ice cream in the middle of the night unless something's wrong. And your mother told me after dinner."

"Fine. I'm just nervous for tomorrow...I mean, Harry was right...for once. I'm worried about Ron. I broke up with his last term but I still want to be his friend but...I don't know if he wants me to be his friends or not...all I know is that it's going to be awkward, especially when Harry's there," explained Chelsea

"That's exactly how I felt when I was chosen to be Head Boy. I knew that your mum was going to be Head Girl, and this is exactly what I did," said James

"You went downstairs and ate ice cream the night before?" guessed Chelsea

"Yap. Exactly what I did. I was nervous about meeting Lily because I DID change that summer, for her. I actually wanted to see if we can start fresh. And you know what happened on the train?"

"You...asked her out for the 10,000th time?" Chelsea guessed again, this time she was kidding.

"No..." smirked James to his daughter," Who told you that?"

"Mum. She said she's rejected you since her first year and the middle of seventh year."

"Well, anyways, I just started talking to her and everything went well," corrected James.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go upstairs and go to bed. Good night, love," James said as he gave his daughter a kiss on her forehead.

"Night, Dad," Chelsea said. She sat on the kitchen island to finish her ice cream when half-sleepy Harry came downstairs.

He grunts as he opened the refrigerator. His grunts sounds like "Hey sis"

"Why are you here?" said Chelsea sarcastically. Harry was fully awake.

"I live here, remember?"

"Urrgh, never mind."

"Are you still mad at me because we sprayed you earlier?"

"Yes and for the fact that you're going to take advantage at me this term"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're not going to let any guy go out with me because Dad said for you to not let any boy get to me and stuff. Which I think is pretty stupid, by the way, and unfair, because you can go out with any girl you like!" exclaimed Chelsea

"Hey, I might not be the greatest big brother in the universe but I know one thing: I'm a guy, Chels. I know which guys are good, which are bad. I don't want you to get hurt, because first, you're my sister and no one mess with the Potters, second, I don't want you to get hurt, third, mum and dad are going to kill me if I let you out with the wrong guy, and last but not least Hermione is going to torture me with her lectures!" said Harry seriously.

Chelsea looked at her big brother in awe, thinking, 'He's not a bad brother after all. I mean, he sent Malfoy to the hospital wing for two weeks because he was harassing me last year. He gave me this sweater that time when Ron and him threw me into the lake...'

The next second, Chelsea gave his big brother a hug. He gladly accepted it and he gave his little sister a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, Harry," said Chelsea.

"No problem," Harry replied.

Chelsea put her bowl of ice cream in the sink and headed upstairs to her bedroom to get some sleep.

"All right, good night, Harry," said Chelsea as she yawned.

"Night. Hey, isn't that the sweater that I gave you after we threw you into the lake?"

"Yeah," answered Chelsea.

"You're still wearing it? Why? I didn't know you'd like it," Harry said in a surprised voice.

"Cuz the greatest big brother in the universe gave it to me," Chelsea said as she smiled and

went upstairs.