Crescent Moons ; J.S. Potter

9. daisies for daisy.

After Christmas, Daisy spent the last week of her Christmas break sending three letters to each of her friends, flying her broom over to Fortescue's ice cream shop, and rewatching Home Alone due to Lily's insisting. James finally finished his homework, the morning of the day they were returning to Hogwarts, and while on a walk to a nearby Muggle pizza place, the eight of them were cornered by reporters.

"Harry Potter, how was your Christmas?" asked an intruding reporter, shoving a microphone up to his face. Harry, who had an arm wrapped around his wife, lazily shrugged.

"Brilliant as always."

"Did you and your family get some peace?"

"I mean ... until now?" answered Antheia confusedly. "If you don't mind, we're looking to have a quiet, private lunch."

"OK, then we'll cut right to the chase," said the reporter. The others lifted up their cameras and sound equipment. Daisy's stomach was grumbling. "We have sources saying that you and Harry Potter will be getting a divorce. Is this true—"

"No!"

"Leave my wife alone!" snapped Harry. "I - I know the Minister of Magic personally. Ever heard of Hermione Granger? She could get the lot of you fired!"

The reporters backed away; "Granger" was one of the most powerful names in the Wizarding World. As Harry and Antheia walked on, Daisy, Thomas, Benjamin, James, Lily, and Remus close behind, a female reporter with blonde curly hair and wiggly glasses approached James.

"Hi there, James Potter," she said, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. He looked anywhere but at her. "Who's the girl with you?"

"Er - my sister?" he answered, pointing at Lily. Daisy laughed to herself; though the reporters were clearly talking about her, James had clearly mastered how to avoid excessive conversations with cameras.

"The blonde," clarified the reporter, shooting a weird face at Daisy. "New girlfriend? You know your fans would be heartbroken."

"We're not going out!" interrupted Daisy. James nodded.

"The question wasn't for you, dear."

"Hey, don't talk to her like that!" yelled James. "She can answer whoever she wants!"

Remus pat his back and pulled his arm, trying to drag him away from the situation. Antheia had heard the scream and made her way over.

"Leave our kids alone or the Minister will hear about this," she warned with a low voice. "And believe me, you do not want to mess with Hermione Granger's friends and family."

Afterward, they enjoyed a delicious lunch. The food was one of the best that Daisy had had during the break. Looking back on it now, she knew she would miss the Potter house — until summer, that is.

Now, she was sitting on a tall armchair in the Gryffindor common room, her hair tied and broom in her hand, about to go to the field for some Quidditch practice. As it was the first practice after the break, Fred had declared it optional. He had even claimed that he would not be coming, but the field was reserved for whichever Gryffindors wanted to practice their skills before the upcoming match.

Marlee plopped down onto the chair next to Daisy's, her hair in a low bun, yawning.

"Wanna practice with me, Marls?"

"It's too early, Daisy," she said, looking at her in disbelief. "It's our first morning back after the break! Don't you want to sleep in or eat some warm breakfast?"

"We have a match against Slytherin!"

"That's not till February." Marlee stretched her arms. "Rose and Alice said they're not going today. And I saw Thomas passed out on a sofa last night so he probably isn't either."