A Present of Pictures - A Harmony at Home Short
Harry and Hermione Potter left the Apparition platforms at the Ysgol y Dewiniaeth gates and made their way down the sloping path to the school. The all girls witches academy was already thronging with other parents collecting their children, and many of them waved cheerily as the Potters joined the crowd. Hermione was scanning the mass for Mrs Longbottom, who was her particular friend, as Harry scouted for their daughters instead.
It was just happy coincidence that they found them stood together.
Mrs Longbottom was holding her new baby and talking to the teacher, Miss Morris, while her daughter Alison played happily with Sophie Potter, the eldest of Harry and Hermione's children. Little Celesca Potter was swaying around on the spot and singing to herself whilst trying to work out which monsters the clouds most looked like.
That was until she spotted Harry.
"Daddy!" she cried, running to him and wrapping herself around his thigh.
Harry scooped up the little blonde haired girl and hugged her tight. "Hey munchkin. Have a good day?"
"Daddy, I am not a munchkin," Celesca complained.
"You weren't a meatball either, but I still think you look like one," Harry teased, tickling his youngest daughter.
Hermione moved to Mrs Longbottom and gave her a hug. "Hi, Ennie. How's little Neville Jnr?"
"Trying," Enola Longbottom replied. "He's lately decided that sleep is for other babies. I was just telling Miss Morris, here, that I'm on the verge of giving him a sleeping draught!"
Hermione laughed, but she wasn't sure if Enola was joking or not. She did look very tired. Hermione turned to Miss Morris.
"Bore da, Miss Morris. "Sut wyt ti?"
"Da iawn, diolch," Miss Morris replied. "Ble mae'ch babi?"
"Gyda fy Mam," Hermione replied. "Nid yw'n cysgu chwaith!"
Both women laughed at that. Miss Morris nodded impressed. "Your Welsh is getting very good now, Mrs Potter. And your accent is improving too. A bit too Cardiff, for my Valleys roots liking, but still much better!"
"Thank you," Hermione laughed. "Sophie and Cesc babble away in Welsh so much at home I thought I'd better try and learn. I'm pretty sure I haven't mastered all their back chat yet, but I'm getting there!"
"Well, I have prepared Sophie's End of Term report," said Miss Morris. "Top of all her classes I'm happy to say. I will miss her when she goes to Hogwarts, that's for certain. Such a bright and pleasant young witch to teach. So eager to learn."
"She gets that from you, Min," said Harry, joining the group. "Bore da, Miss Morris."
"Bore da, Mr Potter," Miss Morris smiled. "And I look forward to getting this one next year."
She grinned at Celesca, who tucked shyly into Harry's shoulder. She was due to join the Upper Primary School in the next year and was not looking forward to it. Harry laughed at that.
"Well, Miss Morris, if you can manage to stun her to silence so easily, I insist you share the secret with me!" Harry joked. "This is the quietest she's been in three years!"
Hermione laughed as she came up and stroked her daughter's hair. "Come on then, let's get to London then."
"London?" Harry queried. "Why are we going to London?"
"You promised, Dad, don't you remember?" said Sophie, coming up with Alison. "You said that if I was top in all my classes at the end of the year you'd take me to London to watch a movie in the Odeon."
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Harmony at Home
أدب الهواةA collection of light, short stories following Harry and Hermione Potter and their family life at home with their two young daughters, baby son and their Kneazle kitten called Mimi. Celebrate Christmas and birthdays, welcome Grandma Granger and lear...