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Be Careful of What you Wish for...	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 – Working Mum

Grawp's hand had shot out of nowhere towards me; Harry seized and pulled me backwards behind the tree, so that Grawp's fist scraped the trunk but closed on thin air.

'BAD BOY, GRAWPY!' I heard Hagrid yelling, as I clung to Harry behind the tree, shaking and whimpering. The moment I looked up at his face, I gasped as he was looking at me frowned, while his arms unwrapped from around my body, making me feel cold.

‘You’re not Hermione, you’re not the one I know…’ he said as he pulled away and suddenly Grawp was behind me once again, gripping me and-

‘MUMMY!!! MUMMY WAKE UP!!! IT’S MONDAY, WE HAVE TO GO TO NANA’S AND YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE MINISTRY!!’ I groaned as my daughter’s loud voice woke me, I could get used to her waking me up without having her heard in Scotland…

I opened my eyes with a frown, the dream still playing in my head and the first thing I saw were my children, Lily knelt next to me while James was waking up slowly, before I could say something, I felt it again, the nausea. I shot up from the bed and ran to the bathroom once again, leaving behind me two worried children as I closed the door and vomited in the toilet.

The fear crept inside me, what was wrong with me? I was fully woken up after that and my mind raced as I took deep breaths of air, making sure I wouldn’t vomit again but failed as my stomach rebelled.

Darn it!

I needed to find out what was wrong with me, my children were worried, I had taken days off, Harry was YET nowhere to be seen and I was vomiting my guts out every morning while my magic was weakened, something was wrong with me.

The panic that I didn’t allow to wash over me all day yesterday now hit me at full force as I stood up from the floor, flushed the toilet and gripped the sink for support.

Something was wrong with me and Harry was still absent, on one hand, I wanted him back, I needed him back, I needed his presence close to me and knowing he was in a mission didn’t help at all, I had no idea where he was off to and that made my guts twist even more. On the other hand however, I was afraid of the moment he’d be back, how would he react? He knew me well, from the time I came from, ten years more, in a marriage probably meant that he could understand the slightest thing being wrong with me. How would I react close to him? He was my husband, our roles were different from what I knew them to be. He would probably want me to… to act as his wife, to care for him, to make sure he’s alright in the comfort of our house.

Well acting as his wife in these departments didn’t sound surreal or alien, I always took care of him, I always made sure he’s alright, the question was, what am I gonna do when he will want me as his wife… physically?

At the thought I felt both awkwardness and excitement surge through me, I was having feelings for him for a long time, ever since I realized, months back, in my timeline that things with Ron were just a desperate attempt to act “normal” after the war, I knew Harry was the one I always denied him to be, the man I revolved around, for certain reasons…

One reason was the reality I always denied, the reality I denied that night, when we stopped dancing in the tent, the same reality I denied by wanting to go to Canada, the same reality I denied when Ron threw it on my face, I had chosen Harry because I was in love with him, because he was my other half, because he was the one.

So I wanted him, I loved him and of course I wanted to get physical with him, but in my timeline, with my timing, how was I going to act as the wife he had already two children with when I hadn’t even touched him in the time I lived? How was I going to act all experienced in what he liked doing or being done to him?

Oh God, my stomach acts as if a parade is inside it and I’m thinking about how I’m gonna have sex with Harry.

I threw my head back and inhaled for a moment, Harry was not back yet so this could wait, now I had to take my children to my parents’ and then go to the ministry.

The ministry….

What was I going to do there? Was anyone from the few I knew still working there? How was I going to keep up with my work as I had no idea about what I was doing for the past ten years?

Luna Lovegood you’re a dead woman when I am back!

Five minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom with a freshly cleaned mouth, a slightly better feeling in my stomach and my mind set on the day’s tasks. I was going to act normal, and a bit cold, so none could understand a thing. I had no other way to get some information before I could get more acting.

I found my children waiting on my bed, playing with the covers and I smiled, for the first time that day as they uncovered their heads and looked at me with small worried faces, their hair all messy and crazy because of the covers.

‘Are you alright mummy?’ Lily asked and I nodded my head.

‘Yes, sweetie, I am OK, now I want you to go and get dressed, Jamie, go and choose your clothes and I’ll be there in a minute, you want me to make breakfast for you or nana will do it?’ I asked and they smiled, probably this was a routine question? At least I was getting along with my kids…

‘Nana will do it,’ Lily said and I nodded as she jumped off the bed and helped her brother do the same, holding him by the hand, I smiled once again as I saw Lily being so helpful with her brother, Harry and I were doing a good job raising these two.

Soon my children were out of the bedroom and I opened my wardrobe to find something to wear, I was working in the ministry so Wizarding clothes were in order. I chose a dress that looked comfortable enough and some robes, I had some hats on a shelf but I found it a bit too much, was I wearing hats? Wow, I had got all classy and Wizarding, I thought with a grin on my face.

I got dressed quickly but since my magic was different for reasons unknown to me that made my stomach clench in fear, I used the brush to get my hair in order, I got back in the bathroom, where I had spotted some beauty products of mine and decided to do something about my face as I looked paler for my standards. I put some light make up on and a touch of rose and eye-pencil, just to get everyone’s eyes off my tired exterior. I excited the bedroom and got in James’ room, where he was waiting by playing with the miniature of the Horntail.

‘Momma! You look cute!’ he told me honestly and I smiled and actually felt myself blushing before my little son.

‘Thanks sweetie, now come here so I can get you dressed and you can look even cuter.’ I said and he grinned and stood up on his bed so I could change him.

We were done in a matter of minutes and I found a small brush on his nightstand, next to my book of the stories of the Beedle the Bard. My heart ached at the sight of the book but I decided to keep up with my son, I had acted weird enough so far as it was, I needed to focus on my children and not the nightmares of the past. I took the brush and tried to tame my son’s messy hair but the brown locks only seemed to get wilder.

‘Mummy… it will never get down…’ my son said in an obvious tone, as if my try had taken place a lot times over. I sighed but smiled, indeed, if his hair was just a bit like Harry’s, messy was the definition of my son’s hair.

We exited the room the moment Lily came closer, she had brushed her own hair and I smiled as even if bushy, they looked beautiful, just like the rest of her figure as she wore little muggle trousers, a blouse with a lion on and nice ballerina shoes. James was already holding his Horntail in his hand and Lily had with her a baby doll with blond hair and blue eyes, it reminded me of Luna and I sighed, maybe I shouldn’t be too hard on the blond if I see her in this timeline, could she know what her past self did to me? Or I will be hexing her without her knowing the reason? God, she wasn’t a Ravenclaw for nothing, she had smartly trapped in me what I asked for…

I knew Clearwell was out of London and I had no idea if we had a car. And where were the keys? Oh forget it…

I took my wand, made sure the wards allow us out, took my children’s hands in mine and side along apparated with a crack.

The next moment we were in a tiny alley I knew so well between my parents’ house and Mr. and Mrs. Morris’ house, our long time neighbors. My children looked just fine from the apparition so I guessed they had gotten used to it from a young age. I wish I could say the same for myself as I felt dizzy again, whatever I had was getting worse every time I used magic, that made my stomach twist in fear.

We moved out from the small alley and my children rushed to the door, ringing the bell many times in excitement as I followed. OK, these were my parents, I should act normal around them, they were going to be the first familiar people I knew from my timeline and finally saw here, where everything was so different, I needed to act normal around them.

The door opened and my mother was revealed, with a huge smile on her face as she knelt before her grandchildren and gave them a huge hug, she was changed but the past decade was kind to her, still beautiful and elegant, just with a few grey hairs that were to be taken care of by muggle hair products as I guessed from the difference with the rest of her mane.

‘I missed you so much, little ones, you look so good, I missed you all these days you were with mummy and daddy,’ my mother said to my children and the fact of listening to her voice snapped something inside me. The moment she let go of my children and smiled casually at me I couldn’t resist and threw myself in her arms in a desperate hug.

‘Oh someone missed her mother,’ I heard her telling me with a chuckle as her arms wrapped around me tightly, our height and weight hadn’t changed a lot in the past ten years yet I felt her hugging me as if nothing had changed so I held on to her for as long as I could, the comfort of my mother was always something I needed. When we broke the hug, tears had gathered in my eyes without me noticing. My mother smiled at me and kissed my cheeks as she took away the tears carefully not to ruin my make up.

‘You missed me,’ she pointed out softly and I nodded, she had no idea just how much. ‘Tell me you’re alright now,’ she asked almost in a plea and I felt the worry again in my stomach, was this because of my days off? I was ready to tell her no, that I had no idea where I was, that I was scared shitless for my health and the moment Harry would be back and the fact that I had to go to the ministry and act normal before the Wizarding world but I couldn’t even if my tongue ached for me to.

‘I’m fine,’ I managed to say and she smiled at me with an honest smile, Jane Granger knew how to sooth me even like that.

‘It will soon get better, you know that already,’ she told me and I looked at her for a moment, had this happened to me again? Was she referring to the thing I had? Or she figured out something. Whatever it was our moment of silence and communication was broken as my father moved down the stairs in hall and got attacked by my children who launched on him as he hugged them both and scooped them up for quick kisses before he could set them back down with a groan.

‘Edward, do not lift both of them at the same time, I will let you like that the next time you have a lumbago…’ my mother threatened and my father only grinned at me, he had changed a bit more than mum, more grey hairs on his temple, some wrinkles, but always the same, warm eyes that looked at me with adoration he had for his only child. I moved closer and he enveloped me in his arms.

‘How are you feeling?’ he whispered in my ear, probably for the children not to listen and I tried to nod and not cry again while doing so.

‘I’m fine,’ I tried to sound reassuring and he smiled and nodded, almost in a knowing way as well, what did they know that I didn’t?

‘Come on, honey, you have to go to the ministry, and we have to feed these two little devils here.’ My mother told me as I broke the hug with my father and I nodded my head.

‘Grandpa! I brought my dragon!’ James exclaimed and my dad acted all childish and playful as he threw his fists in the air in joy.

‘YES! We’re going to play with it, son!’ he told my son and they both started whooping as my mother and daughter, myself too, rolled our brown eyes.

‘Ok, I’ll see you in the afternoon, take care, all of you,’ I finally said as I move out of the house and my mother nodded with a smile and kissed my cheek.

‘Take care, sweetie,’ my mother called out as I moved back inside the alley and apparated away.

The next moment I found myself in the small street, Harry, myself and Ron had sneaked in to get to the ministry under the polyjuice, I got quickly in the toilets, and from there, straight to the next available floo gate to the ministry.

The moment I got inside the atrium, I felt dizzy once again, I was tired of this but I had no other option until I knew what was wrong with me, even my parents knew, I was the only one in the dark. I started moving along the rest of the employees around me close to the elevators but I paused as I saw the huge statue before me above the fountain.

There was a huge 7 in the middle and around it, as if keeping it there by magic, the Seven races in the Wizarding World, all made by gold and all equals to keep the balance of the most powerful number in Magic.

There was a small group of statues of humans, some dressed as wizards, some as muggles and some dressed as wizards but holding muggle devices, symbolizing the muggle-borns. There were small statues of goblins, all kinds of them, a group of statues symbolizing all the kinds of elves, three larger statues of two giants and a half giant that very much reminded me of Hagrid. A couple of centaurs, looking all bold and daring by nature, two statues of a Veela and her daughter, and two statues of a werewolf and a man with scars on his face, yet with a proud look. All the smaller statues’ figures were looking proudly at the huge number of equality as if one of those kinds was gone for some reason, there was no balance for the rest in our world.

I smiled slightly, whoever had this idea of the statue was really good, people needed to remember about equality and rights after the wars we were involved in.

‘Good morning, minister! Welcome back,’ I heard someone saying and I snapped out of my momentary stupor as I looked around me, there was the minister close by, I looked around me to see who he was but none seemed to be giving a response. I decided to keep moving as I hadn’t seen the person who had called out either.

I walked only two more steps before a woman who had just flood in looked at me with a smile on her face and greeted me with the words I would never expected to be greeted by.

‘Good morning Minister Potter, it’s good to see you back,’ the woman told me with a huge smile before she could rush away to her department through the crowd.

I was sure my eyes were wide and my jaw dropped as there was no mistake, she had talked to me, I wasn’t just Hermione Potter, I was Hermione – Minister of Magic- Potter…

OH MY GOD! I was the Minister!

I was probably blocking everyone’s way so my feet moved on their own accord, partly as not to cause more attention and partly because I couldn’t stay there for longer.

More people greeted me, calling me “minister” or “Mrs. Potter,’ or both, I didn’t know how to respond so I just smiled slightly, everything was alien to me, I was the minister, where was I supposed to go now? Where was my office? I had an office? I had to go to the elevators, and from there I would figure something out. The voice in my head kept screaming YOU’RE THE MINISTER, distracting me.

I entered the elevator, where more smiling faces greeted me along with happy good mornings that I replied with half a smile and a nod, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down as the elevator started with speed and my stomach didn’t agree again, giving me another wave of dizziness.

I was lucky as in only two stops, everyone left for their departments, I remained on my own, I took a deep breath again and tried to think of what to do now that I had a few moments to myself.

I was the minister of Magic, how did that happen? I never cared for politics, I hated them actually, but after the war, I had decided to change the Wizarding world from within, I had decided I had enough of fighting. I still bear scars on and inside me to remind me that even if sometimes I just wanted to grip my wand and throw myself into battle, I was done sacrificing my life like that, especially now that I had children to think after. But I was the minister, so probably, I had done well…. I had made it to change people’s minds in a few things, that was much obvious by the huge statue I had just seen. Equality, had I achieved it?

A light “pof” snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked next to me, my eyes lowered and I saw a female house elf, in expensive tiny clothes with a pair of glasses before her huge, crystal blue eyes looking at me in happiness.

‘Hermione! You’re back, Lorelei is so happy you’re back!’ the elf told me as she put a chart she had in her hands under her arm and hugged my legs with one arm. I looked shocked at her; there were house elves in the ministry? And house elves with expensive clothes on? I felt pride rising up in me before I could wonder or think of anything else.

The elf recoiled soon and suddenly a bossy look covered her gentle features as she took the chart back in her hands.

‘OK, you’ve been away for days, so Lorelei followed Harry’s instructions and Lorelei didn’t send a single note so you could relax home with the little ones and your husband, but now Lorelei has to inform you about the latest developments and as your assistant Lorelei prepared everything for you in the office. Lorelei needs you to sign a few papers for her, about the increase of the payment of house elves that work more than eight hours, a few papers about the final banishment of Dementors from Azkaban, finally, Bulgaria and Turkey accepted them back. The rest will be sent in Albania as the ministry there accepted them too.’ The elf went on and I tried to process the information in my mind, the elves were getting paid, the dementors were out of Azkaban finally, Lorelei was my assistant, I was the minister and Harry told Lorelei not to send notes at home.

And I was the minister… it was huge.

‘Uhm… great, ok, thanks,’ I finally stammered and Lorelei looked at me with an odd look as the elevator finally stopped to the floor we wanted and I rushed out of it and away from her questioning gaze.

‘Lorelei also needs you to sign the papers so we can get done with Umbridge lodging an appeal in the Wizengamot,’ the elf added this time with her light and happy voice darkening and I stopped with a gasp, causing Lorelei to stumble on my feet as she was talking while noting on the chart.

‘WHAT?’ I asked in a loud voice and the elf looked up at me surprised but with understanding in her voice.

‘Well she will be before you and the rest of the Wizengamot in two days, she wants to be free or at least to lessen her sentence for life in Azkaban.’ The elf told me in a tone as if it was the hundredth time I had heard of it. I felt my blood staring to boil inside my veins, that awful woman, that sadistic piece of nothing wanted to be free… I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, I would keep her in Azkaban even if this was going to be the last thing I’d do.

‘You also have to make some statements to the Prophet about her and you have to announce your presence for the Remembrance Ball in Saturday.’ The elf went on and I looked at her in shock again. A ball? And statements?

Since Luna has sent me ten years in the future this was the end of April and indeed, every 30^th of April, we had the ball and two days later the National Wizarding Day of memory, or as people called it, the Potter day. Darn it now I had to lead of the whole thing as the minister? Where was Harry when I needed him the most?

‘Oh and as it probably reached your home but you were gone this morning, Lorelei has this for you,’ Lorelei told me as we got inside the Minister’s office and she gave me a note in a piece of parchment. I looked around me in the office, it was indeed my office, with a lot of books and a few frames of the kids, Harry and some of my friends on the desktop, again, I noticed that Ron was nowhere to be seen.

I sat on my chair and unfolded the small piece of parchment in my hand; my heart gave a sudden kick as I recognized the handwriting immediately.

My love

I will be back very soon, probably tomorrow

I miss you and the little ones so much

Take care of them and yourself

I’m fine, no need to worry over me.

Harry

I looked at the small lines and I felt a rush of emotions surging inside my heart. So many emotions caused by these little letters written by him.

He was to be back soon, he was fine, he called me his love, he missed me and the children, I had to act normal the first moment I see him back, I had to act as his wife and he was going to be oblivious to what Luna did.

He had called me his love…

‘Hermione, are you alright? Is Harry ok?’ Lorelei asked me and I looked at her as she rushed close to me and patted my shoulder since I was sat and she standing so she could reach for me easier. As we had this proximity with the little elf before me I had achieved to make her feel equal to me and the rest, she was working in the ministry after all, getting paid and wearing beautiful clothes and she called me and Harry by our names, it brought a smile on my face, well the future I had or have or whatever, it was a nice one.

‘Yes, I’m alright, just gotten a bit emotional. Harry’s to be back soon.’ I finally answered and the elf smiled at me and nodded before she could move closer to the much smaller desk by mine that I just noticed. Lorelei acted like a boss, and I loved that, she was probably taking it too seriously the fact of being the secretary of the minister, I thought with a smile. I noticed small frames on her desk too, with little young house elves smiling at the pictures, having the same eyes with hers... one of mine and her holding Lily while she was barely a year old and one of Lorelei kissing passionately a male elf.

Lorelei was soon throwing tons of work for me to do, first the statements I had to make for Umbridge, my stomach kicked at the thought of seeing this woman again but my fists clutched at the thought of leading her trial, like every minister did with them. She was going to have a taste of what she had done to countless of people back at the war, so many dementors’ kisses had been given to innocent people. I was sure she knew life was a bitch, and she was going to be trialed by a muggle-born minister for her crimes against muggle-borns…

I didn’t realize how fast the hours flew by, Lorelei probably noticed I was still odd so she helped me a lot, denied some rehearsals for today and postponed the out of the office routines, we sent the statements with flying notes, made sure the new laws were going to pass and arranged some details on the Ball’s details as the food selection, some added guests from the Ministries of Magic of Ireland, Spain, Greece and Holland and then we were done for the day, both feeling exhausted but happy for the things we had achieved.

‘Oh Lorelei almost forgot, she got here, very early in the morning of course,’ Lorelei started as we remained in the office, I liked her tone, she gave me the feeling of security to have such a good assistant and I could see her passion for work, in the hours we had just worked together I realized she was the elfish me. ‘And Lorelei found Mr. Malfoy, waiting for you… again,’ Lorelei told me with an irritated tone, this had obviously happened again. ‘Lorelei had to remove him with her power because he was stubborn to see you no matter what but Lorelei guessed, after your days off and the fuzz of the prophet around your wellbeing it would be better for you not to get extra stressed in his presence. It’s no good in your condition after all.’ Lorelei added as I was still looking at her agape, even more information I needed to think about.

Which Malfoy she meant? Lucius Malfoy had came to visit me? And he insisted? He and his wife had avoided prison because of Narcissa’s help to Harry back in that forest… yet I had hoped for at least Lucius to get in prison for his crimes… now he had tried to talk to me? And I would have gotten upset? Did he want to spat some threat in my face for some law that equalized the purebloods with the rest? What kind of fuzz in the Prophet about my wellbeing? What Condition of mine?

‘Lucius Malfoy was here?’ I finally asked and Lorelei looked at me oddly again…

‘No… Draco Malfoy was here… again…’ she replied slowly… as if her reply would set me off or something. I remained frozen looking at her. What Draco Malfoy could want from me? We hadn’t spoken ever since the trials of his parents after the war, when he had just nodded at me and Harry while in the court room. He was working in the Department of Mysteries in my timeline, as he had decided but even like that, we had never exchanged a single word in the rare times we saw each other in the elevators. Now what did he want to have him insisting on seeing me? I wasn’t sure if I would like to see Lucius more than Draco right that moment.

‘OK,’ I finally said, deciding to play cool. ‘I guess he’ll be here tomorrow as well so I will talk to him then, now we should go back to our children, we’re done for the day.’ I finally said and Lorelei nodded her head.

‘Lorelei couldn’t agree more, if Harry was to know of Mr. Malfoy’s insistence on seeing you… we would have huge fuzz in the Prophet and the rest of the Wizarding world. That man needs to learn when he loses.’ Lorelei commented and I looked at her oddly. Harry didn’t know about Malfoy and he would get angry? Was Draco Malfoy coming in my office frequently to spat things in my face? I wasn’t going to accept that, tomorrow I was going to put him in his place.

I hadn’t found the chance to ask Lorelei if she knew where Ginny or Luna could be in the times we worked so I decided that I should try now while we got ready to leave the office.

‘By the way… Lorelei, do you know where Ms. Lovegood is? Luna Lovegood?’ I asked and Lorelei, to my huge relief nodded her head.

‘Yes, as far as Lorelei knows Ms Lovegood’s still abroad, in Bora-Bora, Lorelei assumes, as she read in the Quibbler about her latest discovery of gold peeing Betingers.’ The house elf told me and I sighed, Luna I hate you so bloody much. She obviously had sent me in a time I wouldn’t be able to reach her. I wish these gold peeing Betingers are gonna pee all over her!

‘And what about Ms. Weasley? Ginerva,’ I asked and Lorelei shrugged this time.

‘I guess with the team? In some practice thing?’ Lorelei wondered and I sighed. Ginny had decided to keep up with Quidditch so that what she was probably doing now, in some team.

‘Any news from the Burrow?’ I tried this time and Lorelei looked at me in a frown of confusion.

‘The Burrow?...’ she asked and I sighed as I waved the whole thing off with my hand, the answer had been given…

I left the ministry in a rush, now that I was done with work, and I had to admit, I was proud to be the minister and having done all these changes, I felt great but I was a mother too and I had missed the little ones so much. Harry’s little note was in my pocket as I flooed out of the ministry and apparated to my parents’ house to take my children. The previous day had been spent with them from start to end and now that I was away for these hours I wanted to have them with me the soonest.

My mom packed some food for me to eat as it was already five and I would have to cook for myself, I had taken a snack but now I felt my stomach growling in hunger, the children were already fed, put in for a nap in my old room and woken up, they were ready and happy to see me again. I hugged them tightly, kissed my parents goodbye and left for our own house in Clearwell.

I apparated us in the backyard, where the house was protected by spells that secured our privacy as I could feel. The children rushed close to the kitchen door and I opened it with my wand, we got inside the house and I served myself with my mother’s food, I cleaned my hands and decided to eat quickly so I could play with the kids that currently ran around the table, Lily chasing James while the little boy squealed and laughed.

The noise they produced was huge but I smiled as I ate while the played around me. Back during the war and afterwards, I never imagined specific pictures of me as a mother, first because I was in the middle of a war and you can’t be sure if you’ll survive, especially when a muggle-born, in a war against muggle-borns and then because it just didn’t feel right. Thinking of me and Ron while I was with him, married to each other, screaming our heads off for the simplest of things before our children or with them locked in their rooms, trying to overshadow our screams with loud music, trying to avoid my crying eyes and his hot red ears because of his temper.

I smiled as this wasn’t the future I dreaded, I had two beautiful, happy children and I could only hope that Harry and I were happy, just like while being friends, while being soulmates, the note in my pocket almost felt heavier and I smiled, his sweet words in these little lines seemed happy, were happy. He called me his love and even if it seemed stupid, I was his wife, I was his love, for me all this felt so alien and surreal and great and comfortable and familiar at the same time, as if all the puzzle pieces had clicked together finally and I was just too mesmerized at the beauty of the final result.

When I was done with my meal I took the children in the living room, we had a muggle television but I decided we could do so much more than watch some show. Lily gave the idea of drawing and soon they were moving up to their rooms and returning with paints, paper and parchments while I took the vase and candleholders from the coffee table so we could draw there.

The kids started and I marveled at how good they were, Crookshanks approached us and sat on my lap as I sat Indian style on the floor, I started caressing his fur while I watched Lily and James. I turned on the wireless with my wand and soft music started playing in the background, the three of us felt so comfortable in each other’s company, I could only smile at the good work I was doing so far finding time for my children and being their mum.

‘I have great news for you,’ I said after a moment and my children looked up from their beautiful drawings, James’ of a big dog and an owl and Lily of a house that looked very much like our own. ‘Daddy sent me a letter this morning, he said he’s fine and he will be back soon,’ I announced and got the reaction I expected, squeals of happiness and both of the hugging me tightly as I sat between them. I smiled warmly at them as I wrapped my arms around them both, I had called Harry “daddy” for them, it had come out naturally, as this was the pure truth. I had gotten used to be called “mummy” by now and Harry was probably always the “daddy” around here.

The rest of the afternoon was even happier than before, now that the children knew that their dad would be back soon. We had dinner on the same coffee table, as we kept drawing, I made a few things too, I liked to draw when I was a little girl, it made my imagination stretch, reach things I didn’t know they actually existed, things like flying broomsticks and witches and wizards.

The bedtime was peaceful, I was still worried my children could be trouble makers but they seemed to be great, I would tuck them in on their beds this time, I didn’t want them to get spoiled just because I wasn’t familiar of what we usually did. I kissed Lily goodnight, she seemed exhausted and after the warm shower I gave her she finally gave in the exhaustion and her brown eyes closed soon after I kissed her nose and cheek.

I moved to James’ room and he smiled at me, wide awake, I grinned and approached him, put him under the blankets and kissed his forehead, lingering for a moment more, this was my little boy, along his sister and myself, what Harry always wanted, a family.

‘Will you read to me mummy?’ he asked me as he took the book of tales Albus Dumbledore gave me through his will. I smiled at him, probably for him and Lily, they were just tales, what they should be for all the children in the world, what it should have been for Harry and myself too…

‘Of course… which story do you want?’ I asked and my son grinned, his emerald eyes shone.

‘My favorite, the Hallows,’ he told me and I looked at him for a long moment, this was our son indeed. I nodded my head and opened the book where I knew the tale was shorted.

‘There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight…’ I started with the tale I had read so many times over. It was a tale that troubled me so much in the past, a tale that hunted my dreams afterwards, the tale of Harry’s ancestors, and now the favorite tale of our son’s. I was lost in the story as I read about the three brothers and how the two of them got fooled by Death that I didn’t realize my son had fallen asleep as I read through the story.

‘But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.’ I finished the tale and looked at my son’s sleeping form, in a way, Harry was the third brother, the one with the cloak that will be given to his children, the one who escaped death, while the other brothers died, Harry, my best friend, my husband made it and hopefully in many decades from now, he will greet death as an old friend.

I leaned above my son once again, gave him a kiss on his cheek as his little eyes flattered opened, gave a half smile and then sobered and remained asleep. I set the book back on the nightstand, shut the light and moved out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar mostly for me to be able to hear him if something happens in the night.

I moved to my own room slowly, finally the day catching up with me, I sighed as I decided first to take a shower and then go to bed. So I did, leaving the hot water run down my body. I tried to think of what was happening in my life so far as I dried myself with a towel and changed for bed.

I laid on the side I assume was mine, the one I had woken up on, two days ago, and my mind started racing while my body tried to relax.

Something was off with my health, and it seemed like everyone except me knew about it. I was going to lead of Umbridge’s appeal, Draco Malfoy wanted to see me urgently, like he had obviously tried to do in the past when he shouldn’t, Harry didn’t know about this and he shouldn’t for some reason. Ron, Molly and Arthur were nowhere to be seen or thought of by anyone but me. The Burrow was something forgotten or unknown. Luna was abroad, Ginny was somewhere with some team. I was the minister of Magic! I would have to host the Ball in Saturday. Harry was returning! And I was supposed to act normal around the person who knows me the most while I felt anything but normal. I hid my face with my hand as I closed my eyes.

This was too much!

I accioed the little note from my robes’ pocket and it flew in my hand. I opened it again and read it once more.

My love

I will be back very soon, probably tomorrow

I miss you and the little ones so much

Take care of them and yourself

I’m fine, no need to worry over me.

Harry

He was expecting to find his wife, a wife that had no idea about how to act around her husband, I wished my instincts would kick in like they did with the children. I didn’t want to hurt Harry in any way by acting weird or cold, acting like that around the man I loved sounded stupid but he wasn’t only that here, in this time, he was my husband, the father of my children.

And I was to be his wife, like I was to be the minister to take care of the community’s issues, the person to put Malfoy in his place with whatever he wanted and the mother of two children while I had to learn about Ron and the rest...

This was seriously too much!
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