AN: sorry it took me a little over a month to get this chapter up, but this chapter didn't like me and it took me about 2 months to write - hopefully the rest of the chapters will like me and future updates won't take as long.
Aftermath
George and Lauren's kitchen was eerily quite when Harry and Hermione stepped into it a few minutes later. They were by the sink whispering, while Lily and James sat at the table. Lily was staring at George and Lauren, trying to read their lips, James was pushing pieces around on his plate. Harry had only ever been in such a somber situation once before and that had been the night Arthur Weasley almost died.
"You are supposed to eat that James, not make it a mess," Harry said with a laugh and everyone turned to him. No one in the kitchen had heard either of them come down the hall.
"What happened? What took you so long?" Lily asked immediately.
"Where to begin?" Hermione muttered under her breath as she and Harry sat down at the table directly opposite the twins.
"What Mum?"
"Nothing Lily."
"Should we leave?" George asked, not sure if he and Lauren were intruding by being there.
"No, you can stay," Harry assured them. "This isn't news to either of you. Besides, it'll be all over the paper tomorrow."
"That bad?" Lauren asked coming up next to the table, George at her side.
"Well, yes and no," Hermione said. "We went to the paper's offices -"
"What?" Lily and James asked in unison.
"All right, let's start from the beginning," Harry commenced. "This morning, a newspaper called The Daily Prophet ran a story about the four of us."
"The problem with the article was that it was full of lies," Hermione continued for Harry when he paused. "Lies that made your father look like a bad person."
"It also talked about you two, that's why everyone was staring."
"What did it say?" James asked.
"Well, it mostly talked about the relationship between your Mum and I. But it mentioned you," Harry said, not entirely sure how to word it.
"You see," Hermione continued, seeing that the twins were still confused. "Before this article came out, the Wizarding public didn't know that your father had any children."
"Should he not have children?" Lily asked.
"It's not that he shouldn't have children. It's just that your father has led a very public life, and because of that the Wizarding public thinks it has a right to know everything about him."
"So why didn't you just tell them about us?"
"Because we didn't want people to point and stare at you. We didn't want you to become a public spectacle."
"But why would we?" James asked.
"What's wrong with us?" Lily inquired; her large green eyes looking sadder than Harry had ever seen them; he felt his eyes tear up just by looking at her.
"Come here loves," Harry said holding out his arms to his children. They nearly sprinted around the table to him and into his arms. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with you; you two are the best children we could ever hope for."
"Then why don't people want us to be around?" James asked as Hermione pulled him onto her lap.
"It's not that they don't want you around - it's that they judge," Hermione cleared pulling James' hair off his face. "They're judging your father and me for not getting married when I found out about you, and so they are judging you."
"Marrying would have been the proper thing to do," Harry said smiling at Hermione. It struck him as funny that all of a sudden Hermione, who had always been the `good and proper' one, had done something so against what people would expect. "But that's not what happened and we can't change that now. What you two need to understand is that you are wanted. Your mother wants you, I want you, the Weasleys want you and everyone else who knows you, wants and loves you."
"But then why are those people judging us?" James pressed.
"I don't know, love. I don't know anymore then what we've told you," Hermione said admitting defeat.
Harry looked at her sympathetically, he didn't really know how to answer that question either; at least not without explaining to his children that they were illegitimate and he hated that label.
"Where did you go once you disappeared?" Lily asked turning her questioning eyes to her mother.
"We went to the newspaper offices to correct the article. I didn't want people believing the lies the reporter was saying about your father."
"So there'll be another article?" George asked.
"Yeah, tomorrow morning," Hermione answered turning towards him.
"And it'll be…?"
"They real story."
"The real - real story."
"Yes, I decided that telling the truth would be the best idea," Hermione sighed. "I'm sure people will hate me because of it, but it's what had to be done."
"Why would they hate you Mum?" James asked.
"I made a very unpopular choice, a very bad choice, all those years ago. And now that people are going to know the truth, I'm afraid they will be very upset with me."
"You won't let them hate her, will you Daddy?" Lily asked.
"I don't know if there is anything I can do about it. People form there own opinions, I think people who read the article will know that I don't hate her, and that's the best I can do."
"Well then they should talk to us. We can tell them not to hate her - that she's a great Mum," James offered.
"Oh that's very sweet of you to offer, but I don't think that would work."
"But then how are they ever going to understand?" Lily asked.
"I don't know that they will love, I don't know that they are."
"Well then, what can we do?"
"I don't reckon there is anything we can do."
"So then, what will you do?" Lauren asked, "Pretend the article wasn't written?"
"All we're going to do is what we've already been doing; live our lives. Harry and the twins are just getting to know each other, and I won't let anyone take that relationship away now that they've found it."
"Plus there is you two," George whispered quietly and Harry, who heard him, nodded his head slightly.
"So what do we do know?" James asked turning to his parents.
"Well now I think we are going to go home," Hermione said looking at Harry, who nodded in agreement. "It'll probably be easiest to avoid the public for right now."
"Do you still have your bags?" Harry asked, not seeing the bags anywhere.
"Oh yeah, I put them in the next room," Lauren said letting go off George's hand. "I'll go get them."
"All right, thanks Lauren," Hermione said letting James off her lap and getting to her feet. "And thank you George for sweeping them away when you did."
"Ah, it's no problem. It was probably best to get them out of there as fast as possible."
"Well, thank you just the same."
"Hey, what's family for, if not to help?" George asked hugging Hermione.
"I guess I don't know."
"Don't worry Hermione," George whispered in Hermione's ear. "You two will get through this with your family intact. And anyone who is narrow minded enough to hate you for something you did when you were seventeen isn't worth your time."
"Thanks George, it's nice to know you guys are here for us."
"We will always be. Like I said, we're family," George assured her letting her go as Lauren came back into the kitchen with the twins' bags.
"Here you go," Lauren said holding out the bags to Lily and James.
"Thanks Aunt Lauren," Lily said sweetly taking the bags, she threw hers over her shoulder and handed the other to James.
"They are so polite," Lauren observed.
"They can be when they want to be," Harry told her. "Just like your husband."
"My husband can be polite? That's news to me." Lauren laughed looking over to George.
"Hey! I don't have any idea what he's talking about." George answered back smiling mischievously. "Harry, I think you got hit in the head by a Bludger a few too many times - you should have a Healer check that out for you."
"Oh okay I'll get right on that," Harry laughed. "Well, come along kids - I think it's time we got home."
"Okay Dad."
"You guys can use this fireplace if you want to." George offered starting a fire in the kitchen fireplace with a wave of his hand.
"Thanks George. All right you two, you know the drill," Harry said pulling a bag of floo powder out of his pocket and holding out to them.
"Are you two going to apparate after us?" Lily asked nervously.
"How about we do it this way," Hermione started crossing the room to the fireplace. "I'll apparate home and then I'll be waiting for you when you get there."
"That sounds good," Lily said sounding very reassured.
Harry and Hermione shared a concerned looked. For Lily to be so shaken up was very worrying, but Hermione realized that they just needed to get home as soon as possible. She mouthed a quick `we'll talk about it at home' to Harry before saying goodbye to Lauren and George and disapparating.
Soon after, she appeared in the kitchen of number twelve and Harry was standing beside her. He assured her that the twins had made it into the floo network safely and then the two of them waited in silence. They didn't have to wait long; about five minutes after Harry arrived they heard the fire burst into life and saw James step out - shortly followed by Lily.
"I'm going to go put my stuff away," Lily muttered - holding the strap of your bag amazingly tight.
"Okay Lily," Hermione said sweetly. "James, why don't you do the same?"
"All right Mum," James called sprinting out of the kitchen, past his sister.
Hermione sighed heavily once the twins were clear of the doorway. Harry silently wrapped one of his arms over her shoulder and pulled her towards him. She moved half-heartedly over to him and wrapped her arms around his back resting her cheek up against his chest.
"This has not been a good day," Harry stated stroking Hermione's hair back and resting his chin on the top of her head.
"No, it hasn't," Hermione agreed shaking her head slightly. "And we haven't seen the end of it either. I want to kill that woman for what she did to them, they are so scared of all this."
"James seems to be alright with it."
"He's a boy; he hides it well. But Lily…"
"Yeah she's really been shook up."
"Well listen - I think we should go see Percy."
"Why, so he can say `I told you so'?" Harry asked pulling his head back and looking down at her.
"No, to tell him about Skeeter, about her being an unregistered animagus," Hermione answered meeting his eyes.
Harry cocked his head to the side, considering that idea and then smiled. "She certainly deserves it, but I think right now we need to be here for James and Lily. She's shaken and James could be just as frazzled."
"But I want her to be arrested today," Hermione growled viciously.
"I know Hermione, but even if we went to talk to Percy today, he wouldn't be able to start the ball rolling until tomorrow. Then they would have to prove what you tell him so she wouldn't be arrested today even if you told him right now. And the kids need us right now."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Hermione sighed knowing Harry was right; he smiled sweetly at her before kissing her lips softly. "We should probably go check on the kids."
"All right," Harry said, reluctantly letting Hermione out of his arms. "So I'll take James you take Lily."
"Yeah, he'll probably open up to you - after all I'm only his mother."
"Don't say that," Harry insisted seriously wrapping his arm around her waist and steering her towards the door. "It's not that you're his mother, it's that you're a girl."
"Oh that's so much better. Though I suppose he's getting to that age, isn't he?"
"I guess," Harry mumbled shrugging his shoulders.
"Well at least he has you now," Hermione said with a smile. "A guy to talk to when us girls won't do."
Harry smiled back at her and kissed the side of her head softly. "I know it's hard…" he started to say, but Hermione cut him off.
"It's hard, but it's also a relief. I knew nothing about raising children when I had them, and even less about raising a boy. I didn't have a brother or male cousins - the only real experience I had with boys growing up was being around you and Ron, and no offence, but that didn't prove to be of much help."
Harry smiled at her as they reached the second floor; he let go off her reluctantly and walked away towards James' bedroom. Hermione watched him for a minute and then continued up the stairs to Lily's room.
"Lily, honey?" Hermione said knocking softly on Lily's door when she reached it. "Can I come in and talk to you?"
"Sure," Lily muttered pulling her door open. She stepped back and Hermione followed her in.
"How are you doing sweetheart?" Hermione asked sitting down next to Lily.
"I'm fine," Lily muttered, looking down at her hands nervously.
"No you're not - I can see you're not. So why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"
"I'm worried," Lily admitted looking up to her mother.
Hermione waited for a few minutes - hoping Lily would explain herself further, but she didn't. "Worried about what?"
"Well, all those people," Lily explained as if that answered Hermione's question.
"What about all those people?"
"The way they were looking at James and I," Lily answered. "It just didn't feel safe."
"No it didn't, did it?" Hermione agreed
"No, and I don't like it."
"I don't like it either," Hermione said truthfully. "But hopefully sweetheart, now that those people know the truth, the attention surrounding you will die down."
"But you said now they're going to get mad at you."
"No, I said I think they'll hate me."
"But I don't want people to hate you," Lily insisted. Hermione wrapped her arm around Lily's shoulder and pulled her close.
"I don't want them to hate me either," Hermione said simply stroking Lily's hair. "But I want them to hate you're father even less. And if I have to be hated to protect you two and you're father then I'll do that."
"But that hardly seems fair."
"No it isn't, but life isn't always fair. In fact, it's rarely fair at all. But you know we get through the tough bits with the help of our loved ones, and we pray that the rough bits don't last too long."
"So that's what we have to do now?" Lily asked skeptically
"Well, it's really our only option. Except of course denying all of it, but that wont really help us."
"No, I guess it won't."
"Listen, we'll get through this and everything will be just fine. It will take a while, but this too will pass. We'll wait this out and be just fine."
"You sure Mum?"
"I'm sure. Your father and I will keep you and your brother safe from those people."
"But who will keep you and Daddy safe from them?"
"We'll keep each other safe. Don't worry about us, all right?"
"All right Mum."
"All right Lily," Hermione echoed getting to her feet. Lily stood as well and hugged her mother tightly. "Now that that is settled, how do you want to spend the rest of your afternoon?"
"I don't know, I guess going flying isn't an option?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Does that mean we have to study?"
"No it doesn't. I think you're experience today merits some time off, though I wouldn't make you study on the weekend - I never have before."
"Yeah, so where's James?"
"Down in his room with your Dad."
"Oh - so this is like divide and conquer?"
"Something like that I guess," Hermione admitted. "But we can go check on them if you want."
"We don't have to," Lily insisted innocently, though Hermione saw her looking anxiously at the door. In stressful times James and Lily had always clung to each other, like they were all they had in the world. Hermione was sure it was a twin thing that she didn't understand.
"Let's go see what they are up to."
"Only if you want to..."
"I want to, come on Lily - I'm sure they'll be done talking by now."
"Okay Mum," Lily said with a smile leading the way out of her room and into the hall. Hermione watched as Lily sprinted down the stairs and to her brother's room.
"Watch it there, Lily," Hermione heard Harry saying with a laugh.
"Sorry Daddy," Lily apologized sweetly, but impatiently.
"It's all right love, just be more careful next time."
"All right Daddy - I was just coming down to see -"
"Well go on then, I was just going to check on something, I'll be right back."
"Okay." Hermione heard James' door closed and walked to the head of the stairs. Harry was standing at the bottom looking up to her.
"You were right, he was frazzled by it, but he seems fine now," Harry informed her.
"Yeah Lily was the same way, I think she was just a bit overwhelmed by it all."
"James as well," Harry agreed. "But I told him we'd make it through this as a family because that's what families do."
"That's about the same thing I told Lily."
"We're not half bad at this parenting thing, are we?" Harry mused.
"No, we're not," Hermione smiled at him. "Actually, I think we're rather good at it."
"Well, I promised James we'd play chess so I'd better go get the board."
"Have fun."
"Oh I will. I tell you, it's a good thing I'm not used to winning at this game because James is just as good at chess as Ron."
"You mean I got their father wrong?" Hermione joked.
Harry looked back at her over his shoulder and laughed a very dry laugh - it almost sounded like he was coughing at her. "You're so funny, `Mione - so funny."
"You know I'm just kidding," Hermione assured him. Harry looked up at her sternly. "Harry, I love you, I was only joking." Harry's expression didn't change a bit. "Come on Harry I was joking," Hermione explained again as she hurried down the stairs towards Harry, "just go and look at them if you think for even one second -"
Just as Hermione reached the second floor landing Harry's face split into a giant smile and he started laughing. Hermione smacked Harry's arm, a bit more than playfully, which just caused him to laugh harder. "Harry that wasn't funny - you had me worried that I had hurt you're feelings or something."
"It was about as funny as your joke about Ron being their father," Harry offered still chuckling at the priceless look that had been on her face when she sprinted down the stairs.
"Fine - I'm sorry I even joked about Ron being the twins' father."
"Good."
"Aren't you going to apologize?"
"No, I hadn't planned to," Harry assured her placing his hands on either side of her face and kissing her softly, apologetically.
"Hm - I think I like this crazy, wordless apology of yours." Hermione said softly, running her finger along the curve of Harry's face.
"I thought you would," Harry explained kissing the very tip of her nose before removing his hands from her face. "But I think I really need to go get the chess board now."
"Yes - you wouldn't want to keep your son waiting."
"No, I wouldn't - I wouldn't want to keep either of my children waiting; though I wouldn't mind spending more time alone with their mother," Harry admitted running his hand down the length of her arm, tracing his finger along the palm of her hand, and lacing his fingers through hers.
Hermione smiled at him softly and an amused sigh found its way out from between her lips. "That would be lovely," Hermione agreed. "But go love - go play with your children. You and I -"
"Can play later?" Harry offered.
"Can spend time alone together later," Hermione clarified pushing Harry away from her playfully.
"You mean after the twins are asleep?"
"I mean after you play chess with your son like you promised him."
"I'll hold you to that," Harry promised pointing across the landing at her.
"I'm looking forward to it," Hermione guaranteed him as he disappeared down the stairs. Hermione couldn't stop smiling at him as she made her way to her office. He loved being a father so much; it made Hermione want another child with him. To be pregnant again would be…interesting. Her first pregnancy hadn't exactly been easy, but she had been a teenager then and she had been alone. This time around she'd be older and would have Harry, and that would make it easier - she assumed.
Then there was labor, not one of Hermione's favorite memories. It had been rather uncomfortable, not to mention painful, though it had been very much worth it. And to have another baby in the house would be wonderful. To hear a baby laugh or even cry again would be amazing; and that little sound they made when they discovered something new was just the best noise. But Hermione was jumping way ahead of herself; she and Harry hadn't even reached that level yet.
The rest of the day passed extremely quickly. It felt to Hermione that she had barley gotten to her office when Harry called up to her to tell her he'd made dinner. Dinner went down too fast and then Hermione was back in her office. Harry and the twins went off to spend more time playing chess, which worked out well for Hermione because she needed to finish the letter she was writing to Percy.
Hermione had decided that the best way to deal with Rita was to send all the facts she had about Rita, including the marking's Rita had when she transformed, in an anonymous report, and then attach a letter addressed to Percy explaining what the report was about and ask him to make sure it got to the right people, but to leave her and Harry out of it.
"'Mione, are you still at this?" Harry asked coming to the doorway of Hermione's office. Hermione looked over at him in surprise; she thought he'd be busy with the kids for hours. "I was tucking Lily in and saw you're light was still on so I thought I'd check on you." Looking at her watch Hermione saw it was a quarter to ten. He had been busy with the kids for hours.
"Yeah Harry, I'm still at this - I've still got some things to go over," Hermione said turning in her chair so she could face Harry.
"Can't that wait till morning?" Harry asked stepping into her office.
"No I want this on Percy's desk first thing - it's bad enough we didn't go straight to him this afternoon."
"The twins were scared, they wanted answers. I thought we agreed that the best thing to do was talk to them first."
"You're right Harry and it was the best thing to do - it's just that I want this taken care of. I want that horrible woman to get what she deserves."
"I know `Mione, I feel the same way, but of course you're being logical about it all. God I blew up in that office today," Harry muttered more to himself than to Hermione as he settled down on the couch across the room from her.
"You told her off - she deserved it," Hermione assured him as she lay down her quill.
"She did deserve it, didn't she?" Harry questioned with a bit of a smile on his face. "If only I'd been able to do what I really wanted to."
"If you'd had your way there would be nothing left of her," Hermione said smiling at him as she got out of her chair and started to walk towards him.
"Oh, there would have been enough of her left to identify."
"Well I'm glad that you didn't do anything like that," Hermione said brushing Harry's hair from his forehead and cupping his face with her hand. "Because when they carted you off to Azkaban, I'd be lonely."
"I would never do anything to compromise us," Harry said resting his hand on top of hers.
"I know and I'm extremely glad that you can control yourself."
"I can't control myself around you," Harry said moving his hands to Hermione's hips and pulling her closer to him. She laughed and let him pull her down onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips.
"You seem to be managing," Hermione said playfully letting Harry bite her bottom lip.
"Barely my love, barely."
"But you are managing and I appreciate that. I think you were right about picking the right moment for us," Hermione informed him, keeping her sudden internal push towards renewed motherhood to herself.
"Yes. But luckily, controlling myself doesn't mean not kissing you," Harry said as he leaned up and brought his lips to hers.
"Thank God for that," Hermione breathed bringing her body as close to his as she could. Harry wrapped his arm around her body and felt her head rest down on his shoulder.
He turned his face towards her and found himself faced by her hair. It smelled like strawberries and vanilla. Harry smiled - it was a soft beautiful scent that fit Hermione extraordinarily well.
"So today started out a complete mess, but I think we managed to survive it," Harry stated rubbing his hands along Hermione's spine. Hermione sighed and turned her face towards his.
"We seem to have made it through," Hermione admitted looking up into his eyes.
"Plus, this last bit isn't too bad," Harry said hugging her tightly for a moment.
"No, this is good. And I'm sure that playing chess with the kids was great too."
"Yeah, even if they are better than me," Harry laughed.
"But those people in Diagon Alley…"
"Are not our concern right now. Right now it's just you and me and getting to spend time alone together."
"Hmm - I like that idea," Hermione sighed happily.
"What would you say if I asked you to run away with me?" Harry asked as Hermione settled herself so that her head was up against his chest and her legs were draped over his lap.
"Just tell me when," Hermione answered. They both laughed.
"Does next Tuesday work for you?"
"It sounds wonderful, where are we going to go?"
"I was thinking maybe Paris -" Harry started to say, but Hermione interrupted.
"Oh, Paris is wonderful this time of year."
"Just wait - I've only begun. So we start in Paris, and no fancy hotel for us, we'll stay in this little flat I own there."
"You have a flat in Paris?"
"Just a small one. It's a third floor walk up, with a beautiful view of the city outside its glassless windows."
"Glassless windows in the winter!"
"Yes, but we can seal them with magic so the cold air doesn't get in."
"And we'd have to share one small bed that is too small for two people so we have to share it and use our body heat to keep each other warm," Hermione guessed, imagining this little flat of his.
"Something like that," Harry answered with a wicked grin.
"That sounds terribly romantic," Hermione admitted.
"That would be the reason I bought it."
"So were do we go from this terribly romantic flat of yours?"
"From there I was thinking we'd rent a little house in Italy."
"Any house in particular?" Hermione asked sighing happily.
"Just this little house I know of on the coast of the Mediterranean."
"I've always wanted to see the Sea," Hermione said dreamily, imagining she and Harry on a balcony; Harry standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, the two of them breathing in the air of the Sea and looking out onto it's clear blue waters.
"I know `Mione," Harry informed her with a smile. "From there we'd go to a private tropical island somewhere where we can lay out naked in the sun and just be together."
"That all sounds wonderful, but I guess you pitch this little fantasy to every woman you want to bed?" Hermione joked.
"No - never," Harry assured her.
"I was only joking Harry."
"Well I'm being serious Hermione," Harry said forcing her to look in his eyes. "I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I want to see the world with you and share those experiences with you. Because you mean more to me than anyone ever has."
"Oh Harry," Hermione gasped, almost on the verge of tears.
"Now that is what I say to every women I want to bed," Harry said as his face split into an evil grin. Hermione laughed.
"I thought as much - I'm on to you, Potter."
"I just can't fool you."
"No you can't, I've known you too long to fall for that."
"Well I'll just have to try harder next time," Harry said lightly, kissing Hermione's forehead.
"Yes, you will," Hermione smiled.
"I did mean what I said `Mione," Harry said, all hint of hummer out of his voice.
"I know you did Harry," Hermione yawned, suddenly exhausted.
"Tired?" Harry asked, knowing it was probably a stupid question.
"Yeah, all of a sudden I am."
"Well then," Harry said wrapping one arm around her back, supporting her legs with the other. "I will take you to your room."
"You hoping to be invited in?"
"I would never assume as much," Harry assured her in a mock serious voice.
"Oh no, not you," Hermione laughed as Harry carried her to her room. When they reached her door, Harry put her down gently and went to kiss her goodnight, but Hermione moved her head to avoid him.
"What was that?"
"I want you to come inside," Hermione said turning the doorknob and pushing open the door to her bedroom, "and kiss me goodnight - the way I should be kissed goodnight."
"Well, I can do that out here," Harry offered.
"Yes but I'd rather you did it in there - just incase the kids come out of their rooms."
"Ah," Harry said following Hermione into her room. Hermione smiled at him as he closed her door behind them and took a step towards her. Harry wasted no more time; he tilted her head back, brought his lips down to hers, and kissed her with absolutely everything he had.
"Now that was a goodnight kiss," Hermione breathed several minutes later, when Harry finally let her have her lips back.
"Yes it was," Harry agreed, "well Goodnight `Mione," Harry said stepping back towards the door.
"Stay Harry," Hermione said grabbing his hand - stopping him from leaving. Harry looked back at her, raising one eyebrow in a questioning way.
"Stay and hold me," Hermione clarified, not wanting to be away from him.
"I'd be glad to," Harry smiled. Hermione smiled too as she walked to her wardrobe and pulled out her sleepwear.
"Turn around," Hermione whispered shyly.
"You invited me in," Harry demanded.
"Yes, but I never said anything about seeing me naked."
Harry shook his head and laughed as he turned around. He felt like a teenager with his meek girlfriend, but if Hermione wanted him to turn around, he would.
"You can turn back around now."
Harry heard Hermione say a couple minutes later and he turned to see her in a tight tank top and a pair of shorts. Trying not to think of anything romantic Harry stripped off his shirt and pants. Clad only in his boxers Harry followed Hermione over to her bed. He crawled in first and Hermione smiled as she crawled in next to him.
Snuggling up next to his body Hermione rested her head on his chest and sighed happily. Harry stroked her hair softly as he felt her drift off to sleep. He quickly joined her and dreamt of the day he wouldn't have to turn around.
Chapter 21 review responses: tabitoo - in this case it certainly shall diggingupophelia - hehehe that would be pretty funny, just have someone smash her under their boot - but no she'll get what is coming to her in a different way, I promise spaz141 - actually I greatly dislike coffee, can't stand the stuff - but it's a caffeine thing for them, that's why they only drink it first thing in the morning (or when they wake up) and I know that tea has caffeine in it as well, but it's more of a symbol of their need for caffeine than anything else Lajo1013 - nope the kids are safe at number 12, though those are some interesting ideas. You will definitely be seeing more of the other characters in the chapters to come - though fyi Draco doesn't come in until chapter 28 so there is still a bit of a wait for him. Ran and Luna's boys are named Harry, Jason, and Oliver Alorkin - oh it's alright, I won't hold it against you most people feel the same way - you'll see more in a chapter or two, but you must be patient. Austenlover - no Seamus will do it right - no worries Chancellor - well no, no hate mail because no one has an address for her, since number 12 is so well hidden, but there will be some trouble in the next chapter - poor Hermione : ( - Harry will just have to comfort her and keep her safe ; ) lylac14 - : ) DreamAngel - thanks for that positive attitude, though sorry you had to wait so long Tomlove01 - well no they'll be pretty safe - now that the attention is turned towards their mother Jenna Kathleen - yeah, yeah, yeah - well now you get to wait for chapter 23 like the rest of them :P Jillian84 - oh you're not dense you just didn't know what was going to happen next - part of the magic of being the reader not the author :D HHRLVR - don't worry she wont forget, I would never let that happen - I want her to get what she deserves just as much as everyone else does Coolone007 - : ) div - you mean the house in the woods? - yeah in good time and no worries Rita gets what she deserves real quick like Misadies1 - thanks I had a really good time - sorry it took so long to update Kalina Malia - I loathe her too JENMOR - : ) Sprkibabe14 - : ) ginnymalfoy21 - no don't worry I can tell you like the story - you've put a lot of thought into your reviews. As for the description thing, well I have reviews telling me to put more and some telling me to put less so I just decided to stay at my happy medium, if I can't make everyone happy, might as well just do it as it comes naturally. : ) - I enjoy writing the minor characters into the story so I'm glad to see that you are enjoying reading about them and the futures I've envisioned for them. Harrynmione - : ) MichelleRadcliffe - oh my word - you read this entire story in one night, now that is what I call dedication, lol, did you manage to get up on time? - I hope this chapter lives up to your standards. PJ - no, no, no - she just did some clever math and figured out the likely time period for their conception and took a lucky chance - hehehe lets just walk her off the astronomy tower and see what she looks like paochi_cute - : ) sam - : ) Mani12191 - if you look at PJ's review response I explained how she knew that - as for how many chapters, right now the outline is at 35, but it could go back down to 34 or up to 36, but it'll be somewhere in there. williamlawrence - : ) thanks I will carry on until finished I promise sannihun - : ) JayaMioneDurron - well at least you wrote something : )
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