The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

Page count: 13

"So, what do you want to do today?" Hermione asked the children as they sat around the kitchen table eating breakfast, whilst Lily was sat on Dean's lap, currently making a mess by putting her hands in the milk she'd spilled.

Hermione chuckled, before vanishing the mess and Lily frowned.

"The park!" The boys chimed together and Hermione shook her head.

"I thought you'd say that," she chuckled. "Alright, let's get you three cleaned up and then we'll go to the park."

"Can we go in Uncle Dean's car?" James asked, looking hopeful.

"You'll have to ask him," Hermione said.

James turned to Dean. "Can we Uncle Dean? Can we please?" He all but begged, looking at him pleadingly.

Dean felt amusement bubble in his chest. He had to admit, James was the spitting double of his father with his black messy hair and green eyes, whereas Albus had his father's messy hair but his mother's brown eyes.

"I suppose so," he replied.

Both James and Albus cheered loudly, before they climbed off their seats and ran from the room.

"You're going to willingly let three children in Baby?" Sam asked disbelievingly.

Dean shrugged. "You've got to admit, they're cute."

Sam stared at him, what had happened to his brother? Was the man in front of him an imposter? Sam felt the strong urge to stab him with a silver knife and dowse him in holy water.

"Car seats?" Dean asked, turning to look at Hermione.

"I'll transfigure some," she nodded. "We'll easily be able to fit them in the car with the Expansion Charm I used on the back seat."

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"James, be careful, if I have to tell you one more time you'll be coming away and sitting on my knee!" Hermione warned the now six year old, as he fearlessly jumped off the top of the small children's slide.

Hermione admitted that it was no bigger than the plastic ones you bought for the garden from the shop, but he could still hurt himself. She was only glad he was using the bigger slide properly.

"Okay!" He shouted back over the noise of the other screaming and laughing children in the park.

Thankfully it was a warm day so Hermione wasn't freezing her arse off whilst she sat perched on the bench, watching James' and Albus' every move carefully. Sam was sat on her left and Dean was sat on her right with Lily sitting on his lap, she was too busy playing with Dean's fingers and hands to even contemplate wanting to play in the little sand box nearby, and Hermione had offered to take her there, but she'd responded with a clear, "No," much to the brothers' amusement. Hermione was both proud and saddened that Lily's speech was improving by the day; she was proud for obvious reasons, but saddened as it meant she was growing up.

"Albus, don't you even think about it!" She called over to the now four year old, watching as he picked up a handful of mud and grass, and Hermione knew his intention was to throw it at his brother.

Albus jumped and quickly dropped the mud and the grass to the floor, before turning towards her and looking at her innocently. Hermione scowled, Dean chuckled and Sam laughed.

"They're a handful," Sam said.

She sighed. "I told you, you need to have eyes in the back of your head for those little devils. You should see Fred, I swear, that child is both of the twins combined when we were growing up." They chuckled at her.