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James threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace; green fire roared to life and in a clear voice he said, "The Burrow."
Without hesitation he placed his head into the fire and waited patiently for the living room of the Burrow to appear.
Despite the seriousness of the situation they were in and he knew they were going to get into such big trouble. James couldn't help but smile as the warm cosy sight of the Burrow's living room came into view.
His smile widened when he saw his two cousins Fred and Roxanne sitting on the armchairs, intensely playing a game of wizard's chess. The floor was littered with other wizard games and he grinned as they both jumped in surprise when his head appeared.
"Hey, Fred. Hey, Roxanne," he greeted.
"Hey, James," they replied and Fred got up and walked closer to the fireplace as Roxanne leaned over the arm and smiled at her cousin, "how's it going, mate?"
"Um okay," he wasn't really sure if he wanted to tell Fred or Roxanne about their situation, he needed to speak to Uncle George.
"Are you going to come over?" Fred asked, his red hair falling over his excited brown eyes as he looked down at James.
James shook his head and smiled ruefully at his cousins. He loved spending time with his cousins, but he didn't feel it right to leave his parents and siblings alone. "Sorry, Fred I can't. Is Uncle George here?"
Fred raised an eyebrow at him but nodded, "yeah, I think he's upstairs. Hold on I'll go call him." James nodded and watched Fred get up and run in the direction of the stairs.
He sighed, he hoped Uncle George would be able to help and explain to them what was going on. He was feeling a little guilty over what happened. He couldn't help but agree that if it wasn't for his prank, Albus wouldn't have felt the need to prank him back and they wouldn't have landed in this mess. But he knew if he was feeling like this, Albus would be feeling it ten times worse.
"Is everything alright, James?" asked Roxanne from her seat, her cousin wasn't normally this quiet.
James smiled at her and nodded. "I'm fine, Roxy. How's the first week of holidays going?" Unlike her brother, Roxanne had brown hair like their mother, but they both shared the same dark skin –Fred's being slightly lighter– and brown eyes.
Roxanne smiled, "so far so good, Mum and I beat Fred and Dad at a game of Quidditch yesterday," she laughed, "but they kept on denying it, said they let us win."
James grinned, "We should play a game together soon. It's been a while since we have." Fred, Roxanne and Aunt Angelina were great Chasers and Uncle George was really talented as a Beater. His cousins were already in their House Quidditch teams, he wouldn't be surprised if they decided to do it professionally, especially Fred.
"Yeah we should," she said excitedly, "hey let's make up a day for all of us to get together for a game."
James hesitated, "maybe, but not right now, Roxy. I really need to talk to Uncle George."
This time Roxanne raised her eyebrow and looked at her cousin, confused. He usually never turned down a game of Quidditch, "okay, but are you sure everything's alright?"
James chuckled, "don't worry, Roxanne, everything is fine."
Before Roxanne could say anything else, Fred came back followed by Uncle George. George smiled at his nephew's floating head and greeted him, "hey there, Jamie. Everything alright?"
James pouted slightly at the nickname, but nevertheless greeted his uncle happily, "hi, Uncle George. Yeah everything's fine; I was just wondering if I could ask you about something?"
"Sure, James, what is it?" asked George as he crouched down at the fireplace.
"Well you know that um..." he started but trailed off as he glanced at Fred and Roxanne who were listening attentively behind their dad's back.
George followed his nephew's gaze and chuckled as his kids spontaneously turned around when he faced them and pretended to look interested at their game as the little chess pieces shouted and yelled at them to hurry up and make a move.
George chuckled again, "Fred, Roxanne, why don't you two go help your mum outside."
"No I think we're good here, Dad," said Fred, not looking up from the chess board.
"Yeah we haven't finished our chess game yet," added Roxanne as she pretended to think over her next move.
"You haven't?" George said in mock surprise and then grinned, "Well after you've finished your game, you can both help each other de-gnome the garden after dinner."
Fred and Roxanne both blanched and sprang into action pretty quickly, "Mum's outside did you say, Dad?" asked Roxanne as she followed her brother outside.
"We'll finish the game later, have a nice chat," said Fred with a quick smile and closed the kitchen door.
Both uncle and nephew waited for a few seconds before turning back to each other with grins on their face. "What is it you wanted to ask me, James?"
Now that his cousins were gone, he sighed and gave his uncle a serious look, "um you know that new potion you got for the joke shop. The purple vial called Child Mind," he elaborated when George gave him a confused look but then nodded.
"Well Albus may have, sort of... borrowed it," said James. He heard Albus sigh behind him and figured he was leaning against the fireplace, listening to the conversation.
George's eyes widened, "borrowed it? Are you sure it was the small purple vial?"
James nodded and grimaced when he suddenly had his uncle's full attention, that was not good, "I think there's something wrong with it."
George shook his head, "I know there is something wrong with it, James. It's a prototype potion after all; I haven't actually fixed all the kinks yet."
"A prototype potion?" echoed James nervously.
He felt his brother drop down next to him, "I didn't know it was prototype. It just said new supplies on the box," he murmured urgently.
"Yes," George looked a little sheepish as a grin appeared on his face, "let just say the potion puts more emphasis on child than mind. Took a while for the volunteers to turn back to normal after that," he added thoughtfully.
"How long did it take for them to turn back exactly?" asked James carefully.
"Well, I'm not completely—" started George, but stopped when he realised what his nephew was saying, "did any of you take it?"
"Well um..."
"James," his uncle asked sternly and cautiously, "who drank it?"
Both Albus and James flinched at the question and Albus looked at his unconscious adult-turned-children parents lying on the couch together. Lily gave him a sympathetic look before moving to sit on the floor next to them.
"Dad and Mum did," answered James.
"What?" George blinked in surprise.
Not being able to take anymore, Albus placed his head in the fire next to his brother and addressed his uncle frantically. "It's all my fault, Uncle George. I wanted to prank James. I mixed the potion in with Pumpkin juice and thought I'll trick James into taking it, but Dad and Mum took it instead. I didn't mean for them to take it, honest. And now they've turned into little kids and we don't know what to do."
"Whoa calm down, Al. I'm sure you didn't mean it," smiled George reassuringly at his nephews. Both of them had worried faces on and he was worried too but he knew everything would turn out alright. "Can you boys tell me when they took the potion?"
Albus and James both blinked once and tried frantically to remember when their parents must have taken the potion, "I think it was about half an hour ago, not long," answered James.
"Okay then they should be waking up soon. Do you know how much each of them drank? You said you mixed it in with Pumpkin juice Al."
Albus nodded, "yeah, but I mixed it in to one glass. Dad and mum must have shared it."
George nodded and thought for a few seconds before looking at his nephews, "Okay, I got some good news and some bad news."
James and Albus looked at their uncle nervously. Lily saw their bodies tense and she started to fidget as she continued to listen to the conversation.
"What's the... what's the good news?" asked James. He would rather hear something good to concentrate on, if it meant his parents would be alright.
George smiled reassuringly again, "nothing serious will happen to them, all the volunteers turned completely back to normal when the potion ran its course and there were no serious side effects that caused any harm."
The three siblings sighed in relief at that, especially Albus who was feeling guilty and worried about his parents. He didn't think that something as a simple and funny prank would go so hopelessly wrong and possibly harm the people he loved.
"What's the bad news?"
"Well it will take... some time for the potion to wear off and both Harry and Ginny will have reverted back to their younger selves," Albus opened his mouth to ask a question, but George quickly went on, "meaning you're parents really are little children, they will think and act just like children. They won't have any recollection of their lives proceeding from their childhood and they won't know who you three are."
James looked at his uncle in shock and Albus felt a little sick. Their parents wouldn't know who they were?
"So basically you're telling us that dad and mum will physically and mentally be children. It won't be like they're adults trapped in a child's body," queried Albus.
George nodded grimly, "unfortunately yes, it's as the name says Al, Child Mind. It literally turned the drinker into a child and morphs their mind back into that state."
"Oh," said Albus faintly, feeling even more sick.
"How long will it take for the potion to wear off precisely Uncle George?" asked James.
George sighed and rubbed the back of his head, "well it will take about two maybe three months, give or take a few days."
Brown and green eyes, similar to his sister and brother-in-law's; widened considerably and stared back at him in shock.
"Two-two to t-three—" stammered out James.
"MONTHS?" exclaimed Albus in disbelief, "but the vial said it'll only last for twenty four hours."
"That's another one for the kinks," explained George, "the duration of the potion is lengthened. Uncle Ron and I are looking into it. We definitely collected a lot of data from the volunteers," he chuckled and shook his head, "next time Al please don't go through things that aren't on display in front of the shop."
Blushing a little, Albus nodded and James raised an eyebrow at his brother, "where did you get it?"
"Um it was in Uncle George's office, behind his desk," admitted Albus.
George laughed; he remembered Albus disappeared for a while before re-joining, half an hour later. "I'll let you in on a secret Al," their uncle leaned in closer with a grin on his face, "behind the desk means do not touch."
Albus smiled sheepishly and nodded, "got it Uncle George. I'm sorry; I just really wanted to get back at James for the confetti pants. But you know you got to put better labelling on stuff like this."
James grinned and agreed with his brother and George sighed dramatically, "I'll give you that Al. Woe is the day that I get reprimanded by my own nephew."
His two nephews laughed and George was glad to see them lighten up a little, he knew the tasks before them won't be easy, but hopefully it'll help the boys in the long run.
"Next time you want to prank someone Al, just come to me. I have been an expert at this sort of thing since I was your age," he advised, the confetti pants was obviously one of his inventions and Albus nodded.
James sobered up quickly, "what do we need to do to help dad and mum Uncle George?"
"There isn't much you can do Jamie," admitted George softly and he frowned when both boys looked crestfallen. "The potion will wear off itself and until then it seems you three have the responsibility of looking after your parents."
"WHAT?" wide eyes returning again.
"Well if I remember correctly your parents are in this situation because of a prank concerning the both of you. So now how I see it, it time to take responsibility of your actions and fix this."
"But-but how are we going to take care of little kids? Even if they are mum and dad, we don't know anything about look after children," said James a little frantic, he didn't want to mess up anything with his parents or his siblings.
George smiled reassuringly at him, "I'm sure you'll be fine, you got me and Aunt Angelina if you need any help and I'm sure Teddy will be back soon. And look at it this way," he started and Albus and James looked at him hopefully, "you'll get to learn a lot more about your mum and dad this way."
"What do you mean?" asked James.
"Well how much do you really know about your parent's childhood? Look at this as an opportunity that not a lot of kids get to have."
"What else is there to know?" asked Albus cautiously, he wasn't being mean or snarky. He was just curious about the expression their uncle had on his face. He looked a little sad and happy and he wanted to know why.
George smiled, "as you two know, we weren't one of the wealthiest pure-blooded wizard families when we were young. We never had the luxuries that you kids have now and we all had our own way of dealing with it and you're mother... Well she was definitely a spirited person as a child," George laughed gently as his mind drifted and Albus and James waited patiently for him to continue. This was a common occurrence around adults and it was understandable. "and you're dad," he paused for a second, "there's a lot about him that you don't know and you three got a chance to find out," George smiled at his nephews confused faces, "don't waste it."
Both of the brothers nodded their heads slowly, they were both curious about what their uncle was talking about. It was true; they didn't know much about their parents past. The past wasn't a happy topic for most, but they only got to hear about it when all the adults were reminiscing together at a family gathering, namely Christmas, birthdays and anniversaries.
"Okay Uncle George," they both said in unison.
George smiled at them, "good now you two better take good care of my little sister," George couldn't help but snicker, "and my little brother-in-law. I'll come by and check on you five from time to time."
Both brothers gave small smiles at their uncle and nodded, "we will, thanks Uncle George."
Before they withdrew from the fire, George spoke up again, "oh and remember you guys are in big trouble after this is all over."
James and Albus flinched and pouted before drawing back from the fireplace, the image of their Uncle and the Burrow disappearing. They slowly stood up and the green fire flickered out as they turned to their sister and sleeping parents.
"Three months, I can't believe they're going to be stuck like this for three months," groaned Albus, "how could I have been so stupid?"
"Hey it's not your fault Al," comforted James and Lily nodded, "you didn't know the potion was a prototype, anyone could have made that mistake. Heck you know I would have," he grinned humorously and his chest lightened slightly as Albus gave him a smile.
"Don't worry, we'll get through this together," he circled his arm around his brother, giving him a reassuring hug before letting go and patting him on the back and casting an equally reassuring smile at his sister, who returned it, "just like we always do whenever we get in trouble ."
Albus laughed gently, "Potters always stick together."
Lily and James laughed as well and nodded.
All three of them looked back at their silent young parents and sighed. "Well I guess we got our work cut out for us this summer," smiled Lily as she gently brushed her father's black hair with her hand.
Both brothers nodded and moved to sit on the two armchairs opposite the couch. Even thought they knew they could – would make it out okay and without any major problems. But the seriousness of the situation finally crashed down on them like a ton of breaks and their uncle's words kept running through their minds.
James took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, while Albus ran his hand through his hair. Lily sighed and curled up on the floor; bringing her knees up to her chest and circling her arms around them. They would be okay. They were all Potters. They'll stick together and make it through this.
They all sat in silence and contemplated on all the information and advice their uncle gave them. Minutes ticked by and James sighed, leaning back into the armchair. The task of taking care of his parents-turned-children was a little daunting. He knew he'd have Albus and Lily's help, but how was he supposed to take care of little kids. He couldn't even manage his own brother and sister at times and he was supposed to be the eldest, the role model. He already had a lot of responsibility and now he had to take care of his whole family.
He looked up and watched his father's and mother's little chests rise and fall. They looked so vulnerable and small, so unlike their adult selves who radiated confidence and courage. Was there a lot more to his mum and dad than they originally thought? He remembered his Uncles George's words, "I'll get to learn more about mum and dad?" he thought. What more had they not told him?
Albus was watching his parents as well; guilt was consuming more of his mind than anything else. He knew it wasn't his fault and James and Lily didn't begrudge him on it, but there was still a part of him that felt it was still his fault.
How can he have let this happen? Even though they didn't have anything planned for the holidays, he knew his dad wanted to spend some quality time with all of them and he couldn't help but think he just ruined it all. His father was turned into a little child, who wouldn't know who they were and why he's here when he woke up. How was he going to deal with this? How was he going to make it up to them?
"Don't waste it."
He watched as his mother's and father's hands twitched. He'll take that advice, whatever his uncle was trying to tell them he'll find out and if his father wanted quality time, then he'll make sure he'll get it.
Lily sighed as she discreetly watched her brothers, she knew both of them held some guilt for what happened and even thought she agreed it wasn't their faults she didn't want them beating themselves up about it. She couldn't believe their parents were going to be stuck like this for nearly three months, which covered their whole summer holiday. Well if that was the case then she'll help make it a memorable holiday for both her, her parents and her brothers.
She turned her head fully towards Albus and James and she was about to say something to cheer them up, but she was startled when she suddenly felt something move behind her.
She quickly whirled around, surprising her brother by the fast action and she stared wide eyes as their father stretched and gave a soft groan as he started to wake up.
"Dad's waking up," she informed them and both James and Albus jumping off the armchairs as Lily slowly got up and watched with them.
Little Harry's arms curled up above his head as he stretched his small limbs and they watched with bated breath as he slowly started to open his eyes.
Big green sleepy eyes opened up and Harry gave a small yawn as he slowly sat up and rubbed his eye. He didn't remember going to sleep and he didn't remember being anywhere near a soft cushiony couch when he was awake last. He felt warm for some reason and he looked around.
The room was big and slightly spacious, it felt homey and cosy. It wasn't too clean like the living room in the Dursley's house and it wasn't too messy like Dudley's room. The walls were painted in soft blue and cream colours and the furniture was placed in the room nowhere near as neatly as his Aunt placed them. But for some odd reason he liked it.
He saw a doorway go off to what appeared to be a kitchen and he felt the warm sun's light beam through a window he couldn't see because of the height of the couch he was sitting on. But where was he? How did he get here?
The three Potter siblings watched as their father looked around the living room with open curiosity, staying silent as his young face swept through the room. They had hoped that their uncle was wrong and their parents did remember where and who they were. But judging by their father's curious and confused face, they guessed it was otherwise.
James shuffled a little and they were all startled when their father whipped around to face them so suddenly and they marvelled as his big expressive emerald eyes took them in. They had never seen their father's eyes hold so much innocence and wonder and without his glasses on his green eyes shone brightly as they swept over their faces.
Lily and Albus smiled gently at Harry and James gave a small chuckle as their young father's eyes widened upon seeing three unknown people stand near him and a small girl lying next to him on the middle of the couch.
Harry clutched the shirt at his chest and stared at the teenagers in front of him, he knew it was rude, but they were staring too and that was ruder.
Lily chuckled gently and decided to break the silence first. She moved forward and kneeled down near the couch, bringing herself eye level with her young father, "hi," she said sweetly and smiled.
Harry watched her shyly and shuffled a little, "hello," his voice was soft and quiet and he watched as James and Albus came up behind their sister and smiled down at him.
Before Lily could say anything else, they all heard a soft groan and turned to look at Ginny who was waking up in the same fashion as Harry did. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, before sitting up, surprise and confusion littered her face as she looked around. Her big brown eyes, so much like James and Lily's, widened upon seeing them and they all smiled at her, except for Harry who watched her curiously.
Ginny shuffled away from him and sat near the other side of the couch, "what's going on? Where's mummy and daddy?" she asked in her young voice as she looked around the room for them. Her vibrant red hair bounced around her face and a small frown appeared on her lips as she looked at the people she didn't know stare back at her.
James quickly sat down near their young mother and tried to come up with something to answer her questions, "hi," he smiled at her gently and she looked at him shyly, "we're your babysitter's while gram— um I mean while your mummy and daddy have to go do something… important for the Ministry."
Ginny blinked at him, Albus and Lily mentally face-faulted and Harry watched them with wide eyes, slightly bewildered, what was a Ministry?
"Really?" she asked with a pout and James nodded. Her mummy and daddy usually didn't leave without telling her or taking her with them or at least not without saying goodbye, "but I didn't get to see mummy and daddy before they left."
"Oh, no don't worry," quickly interjected Albus and two sets of young eyes focused on him, "grand—you did get to say goodbye, but you were pretty tired when they dropped you off. You fell straight asleep. Just like him," he grimaced slightly at his slipups and gestured to the little boy who was watching them silently.
Ginny looked at the boy before turning back to Albus and nodded slowly. If she got to say goodbye then that was okay, she always kissed her mummy and daddy goodbye or good night and she didn't want to stop now even if she had been really tired.
Harry perked up a little, finally getting some information on how he got here, "where are Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon?" he asked quietly, sitting up slightly straighter. Were they his babysitters too? He hoped they were, he liked Mrs Figg, but he never got to have any fun at her house and the only things he got to play with were her cats and look at her cat albums. But these people looked nice.
"Oh um… they dropped you off here too," said Lily quickly, "they wanted to go on a small holiday, but little kids aren't allowed where they're going."
"Yeah," Albus added, aiding his sister, "so we asked to babysit you until they come back."
"Oh and your cousin Dudley is staying over at his friend's house, so you don't have to worry about him," Lily finished and smiled reassuringly at her dad. She didn't want Harry to feel left out by saying his cousin went with them and she didn't want him to think they favoured their son more than him.
But all Harry did was nod, it did sound like something his aunt and uncle would do. They always talked about going somewhere nice and leaving him behind. Well they did that plenty of times already, either locking him up in his cupboard or asking Mrs Figg to look after him. He was surprised they didn't take Dudley with them though, but if he was staying at a friend's house, namely Piers Polkiss, than he'll definitely be having fun.
"So I get to stay here?" he asked Lily, she nodded, "I don't have to go to Mrs Figg's house?"
Confused to who Mrs Figg was, she nodded nonetheless and Harry nodded again, his young face looking slightly happier than before.
Lily watched her father curiously and turned to her brothers. They were watching too and she gave them a curious look, but they only shook their heads. They didn't know who Mrs Figg was either.
"So what's your name?" asked Ginny as she looked at all of them and sat next to Harry, her brown eyes sparkling brightly. These people seemed nice and she hoped she'd have fun here, like she did when Bill and Charlie had to babysit her, Ron, Fred and George and Percy when their parents had to go out.
"Oh right they don't know us," all three Potter siblings thought sadly. Albus and James sat on the floor next to Lily and made themselves comfortable.
James decided to go first, "My name is James and this is my brother Albus and my sister Lily," he wondered if he should add that they were their sons and daughter. But currently thought it was a bad idea.
"My name is Ginevra, but you can call me Ginny," little Ginny scrunched up her nose cutely when she said her full name, but smiled.
Lily and Albus chuckled at their mother's face and James smirked. Their mother always told everyone to call her Ginny and not Ginevra. If they did they were always on the receiving end of a nasty bat-bogey hex or had a death glare aimed at them. The only ones who got away with called their mum by her full name were their dad and grandparents.
"Okay Ginny," smiled Albus and he turned to his father, who was sitting quietly and watching them. "And what's your name?"
Harry blinked; they wanted to know his name? Usually he was told he wasn't important enough to be called by his own name, so the question surprised him. His aunt and uncle always called him boy or freak.
He realised they were still waiting for an answer and not wanting to be yelled at, he quickly answered, "Harry," he said shyly.
Albus gave him a kind smile; he didn't know their father was really shy when he was young. Quiet and sometimes brooding yes, but never shy. Their father always spoke his mind and held confidence in his voice.
"How old are you Harry?" he asked, he wanted his father to speak more, to be more like his grown-up self and he watched with amusement when their mother looked at their father and Harry looked shyly at her as she smiled at him.
"I'm six," he said, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. Harry didn't question how big the shirt looked on him; it barely held on his shoulders, the length of it practically hid his whole body and the short sleeves covered his arms, passed his elbows. But he was used to wearing clothes that were ten times his size, so he saw no reason to question it and he didn't want to get into trouble.
"I'm five," declared Ginny with a giggle, "you're one year older than me Harry, just like Ron."
Harry nodded with a small smile. Ginny seemed nice, she was sitting close to him and swinging her small legs to and fro as she continued to look at him. Usually a lot of kids didn't like him or wanted to play with him and that was mainly because of his cousin. So he was glad that Ginny hadn't met Dudley yet or he would have scared her into not playing with him.
Lily was smiling at her young parents as Ginny questioned Harry more. Ginny was quite talkative while Harry was the shy and silent type, only giving one worded answers. Her mother's eyes were shinning with innocence and playfulness and her father's... well they were subdued. She felt a slight weight fall on her chest as she watched her father interact, it didn't seem like he was used to having other people talk to him, but of course she'd only known him as a child for ten minutes, so she didn't want to judge too quickly.
Albus was thinking along the same lines as Lily. Ginny reminded him so much of Lily when she was her age. She always liked talking and playing with anyone she could find, she was very friendly and open. But this young Ginny was a contrast to her older self, their mum was friendly and had a mischievous streak, yet she wasn't as open to anyone and had a quick temper. But of course Grandma Molly always said Ginny had a little bit of a temper when she was younger and she hardly cried, –the result of being the youngest and only girl in the family of six older boys– so it was no surprise that she was tough. Lily only had to deal with him and James and she had all their female cousins to go to for some girl time.
But as he looked at his young father, he was completely different to his older self. No one knew much about his dad's past. His Dad definitely didn't talk about it much and even if his life before Hogwarts was mentioned there wasn't a happy face in the room. Except for his dad, who would shrug it off with a smile and change the subject.
Albus couldn't help the sense of worry and concerns develop in him as he continued to watch his parents. It hadn't even been a half an hour and he was already finding out much about his dad by just looking at his body language and the way he spoke. Should a child be so quiet and mindful? He noticed his father didn't feel comfortable and that bothered him.
James saw the concern flicker through Albus eyes before vanishing and he saw Lily tense up whenever their father just nodded to a question or fidgeted. He knew what they were thinking about and he was glad they were all on the same page. He didn't want to be the only one who noticed the differences and he was definitely going to ask them about it later. But for now it was best to stay and think positive.
"How are both of you feeling? Good?" James asked Harry and Ginny. Even though his uncle said there wouldn't be any side effects, he still wanted to be sure.
Both Harry and Ginny nodded and James, Albus and Lily gave a sigh of relief. Little Ginny fidgeted with the large red shirt she had on, "how come this is so big?"
James, Albus and Lily smiled nervously at her question, how were they going to explain that?
"Well err... I think it would be best if we get you both changed into something nicer... and something that fits," said Lily as she got up, detouring her mother's question.
Albus and James got up as well and were about to help Harry and Ginny off the couch when he heard his and Albus stomach growl in hunger.
He chuckled, Albus blushed, Lily giggled and Harry and Ginny looked at them bewildered.
"Who's up for a picnic?"
(A/N) Wonder how the picnic will go? (Grins) James, Albus and Lily will soon find out that their assumptions are just the icing on the cake and they'll have a lot more to worry about in later chapters.
Well I hope you liked this chapter, please let me know what you think. Personally I'm not totally satisfied with it, especially the part where Harry and Ginny wake up, but I hope you like it and it's worth a review (smiles).
Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistake and hope everyone who celebrated Eid-Ul-Fitr had a wonderful time with friends and families and Insha'Allah (If God wills) may you all have a wonderful time when Eid-Ul-Adha comes around (smiles).
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