Harry and Ginny

The two of us; Kaitlyn and I, walked through the large doors and into the Entrance Hall. The entrance Hall was crowded as it always was on the first day. Students of all years were entering in groups, leaving the First Years a little startled. They probably didn’t know where to go, what to do, whom to look for. I smiled to myself, we were just like that! Some five years ago, I realised that we had grown only when I saw the little ones.
“Cal? Caldera?” I turned towards Kaitlyn, who looked irritated.
I raised an eyebrow, “What did I do?”
“We were talking, remember?” she said, furrowing...

1. I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their House mga kulay indicate that they are "covered in bees"
2. No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during Care of Magical Creatures class.
3. "I've heard every possible joke about Oliver Wood's name" is not a challenge.
4. Putting up Doug Henning posters in Filch's office is not appropriate.
5. I will not go to class sky clad.
6. The Giant Squid is not an appropriate petsa to the Yule Ball.
7. I will not use Umbridge's quill to write, "I told you I was hardcore".
8. I will...

She stood in a stiff upright position, keeping nervous a very long scarlet feather (as long as a peacock tail feather) in her left hand and a golden gun in her right, right in the middle of a filled court room of the Ministry of Magic and waited. She waited for Fenrir Greyback, the most dangerous werewolf on Earth. She, Clara Clearwater, has to execute that creature, who wasn´t human anymore; who had bitten so many kids in order to create a community of werewolves; who also had killed so many people, witches and wizards if they are against him or - just for fun - Muggles who had not the faintest...

((In this little one-shot, Harry reads "The Tale of the Three Brothers" to his kids. I'm not saying anything more.))

Harry pulled a battered old book from its shelf in thed library. It was small, and its margins were covered in Hermione's neat handwriting. He held the book in one hand, its cracking spine resting in his palm, and allowed it to fall open. The book fell open to the one story he knew was true. It was time for the kids to know, too.

From a drawer in his desk, Harry pulled out the old Invisibility Cloak. It had once belonged to his father, James Potter, otherwise known as Prongs.

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