Hooked - James Sirirus Potter.

Chapter Twelve.

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Ginny walked into the living room and fought a laugh as her heart swelled with love. On the settee sat her three children, Lily between the two boys, all with their arms folded over their stomach. Lily had her legs crossed at the ankle while Al and James were sprawled out elegantly.

“Look at the three of you.” She laughed, passing James his mug of tea. “Pea’s in a pod.”

“All like Dad.” Albus smirked, kicking his leg out to where Harry was dozing on the love seat in a similar position, just with Paige curled up on his lap tracing the scar on his hand. “Paige, what are you doing?”

“Why did Grandpa lie?” she frowned, her little finger tracing the white writing on the back of his hand as she read; “It says I must not tell lies… Grandpa doesn’t lie he’s a roarer.”

“There was an evil lady that did it.” Ginny smiled, pulling her from Harry and onto her lap but her eyes stayed on his hand.

“Why?”

“You remember the evil wizard that gave Grandpa the scar on his forehead?” Ginny asked, looking over at Harry who was continuing his tradition of sleeping through the explanation of his scars. Paige nodded, resting her hands on her cheeks. “Well, there was an evil lady who thought that grandpa was lying when he said he was coming to get them.”

“No!” Paige gasped, Ginny looked over at James as he bit back a laugh. “Daddy, did you know?”

“I did.” He said putting on a serious face; “Nana told me too.”

“Uncle Al?” she asked, turning to him next making Lily laugh and wait her turn.

“Yes.” He said gently. “Aunt Lily has never heard this story before though.”

“Oh no!” Paige said, wriggling free of Ginny and sitting on Lily’s lap. “We can listen together.”

“Okay.” Lily sighed, giving in and kissing the top of her head as she bundled her into her arms. “Go on then Mum.”

“Yes go on Nana.” Paige mimicked.

“Well, the evil lady was a teacher.”

“What was her name?” Paige asked.

“Umbridge.” Ginny sighed, forgetting her granddaughter’s love of details. “So Professor Umbridge used to trick Grandpa into being naughty so she could give him detention, and then, she had a special quill that didn’t need ink-”

“It used blood!” Albus shouted, making them all jump and waking Harry up. “Grandpa’s blood from his hand; Paige, it carved the words into his skin rather than onto the paper!”

Ginny watched as James launched at his brother, smacking him with the pillow a few times as Lily leant over Paige, protecting her from them both. “James!”

“He’s going to give her nightmares.” He snapped, smacking him one more time with the pillow. “You’re an arsehole; she’s four!”

“She’s pretty grown up for a four year old.” Albus shrugged.

“And you didn’t need to add the extra detail.” Ginny added, feeling like she couldn’t tell James off without telling Albus off also. “I thought by the time you two were in your late twenties I’d not have to mediate this.”

“What happened?” Harry asked, opening his arms out to Paige. “Why did you leave me; you’re my teddy.”

Ginny smiled as Paige leapt from Lily and into her Grandpa’s arms. “She can read now, very well.”