AN: :::McFly (who grabbed onto the car just before we reached 88) jumps into the drivers seat and drives off in the car::: Dame it, now we're stuck here. Well while you guys read this chapter I'll try and find McFly and steal the car back 'cause we'll need it again before the end. Oh and keep in mind that Harry might not be the only one left in the dark about a couple things.
You'll Have to Tell Us Someday
"How's your work coming?" Hermione asked James and Lily as she stepped out onto the back patio carrying their lunch on a tray. It was the third week of the summer holiday and Hermione had set James and Lily the task of learning some of the basic theory behind magic. It wasn't easy to learn, but Hermione knew they were up to the challenge and she didn't want them to waist one of their last summers before Hogwarts. She also didn't want her children behind when they started school in two years.
"Eh," James said in an exact, if not intended, imitation of his father. Hermione set there food down on the table and went to lean on the banister looking out on to the backyard. They tucked into their food furiously, as if she hadn't feed them for days, but they always got hungry when they studied.
"Mum?" Lily asked putting her sandwich down and looking across the patio to her mother.
"Yes Lily?" Hermione said turning around.
"Can I ask you something?"
"That depends on what that something is."
"Will you tell us about our father?" James stopped eating and turned to Hermione. They had never talked about their father before. James and Lily hadn't even known anything was missing from there life until they went to school and found out their friends had fathers. Even with that knowledge they hadn't asked her. Maybe they thought the longer they waited the more likely she was to tell them the truth.
"What makes you ask about him?"
"He's our father." James said indignantly.
"I know that - I mean why now?"
"Well I was just thinking - we don't even know if he's a wizard or not."
"Yes he is a wizard." Hermione said sighing and sitting at the table. She was surprised that she had made it through nine years without them asking, but that time had made it harder to say.
"And?" Lily urged.
"And we were at school together, I wont go into the sorted details of your conception, but I found out I would be having you two about a month after graduation."
"Is that all you're going to tell us?"
"Well what else do you want to know?"
"Who was he? What was he like?"
"He's very nice, one of my best friends at school. A great guy really. Very smart though he never really applied himself to his studies. He loves to fly, loves playing Quidditch."
"If he's so great why isn't he here, with us?" James asked sounding furious.
"Because he doesn't know about you - I never told him." Her children looked at her in disbelief. Hermione stood up from the table, not wanting to meet her children's eyes. They might only be nine, but they're eyes carried the same intensity as their fathers. "Now come on you two, get back to work."
"That's all you're going to tell us!"
"You didn't even tell us who he is?"
"I'm not ready to tell you."
"You'll have to tell us someday!" James said jumping up from the table and stomping inside. His twin fallowed after him quickly. Hermione sighed at the two of them. That had not gone well. She picked up there lunch plates and carried them back inside, discarded the uneaten food, even got the dishes into the dishwashers before she broke down.
"Dame it!" She screamed kicking the base board of the kitchen cabinets and slumping down onto the floor. It was times like these that she wished she had Harry's support, but, she reminded herself, not having his support had been her choice.
Her confidence in that choice was slowly ebbing away.
Over the years when the twins did something amazing or when they made her mad she wanted to tell Harry. Wanted to confide in him; she wanted to have him in her life, she needed his strength.
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