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Felixir · 03-03-2010, 01:05 AM

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Originally Posted by harita

wow...that was really cool post...i really really liked it...

this line makes me really curious of what is going to happen next...waiting for more...

All in good time

Thanks for reading!

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Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

This is AMAZING! It's writing like this that inspires me to work on my own sa16+ fic.

In my opinion, your writing is right up there with SenoritaMaxie's and mionegrlgwp's. <3
I also love that this is about Hugo, one of the more ignored members of the new generation. Most people focus on Rose, Albus, Teddy or Victoire, but you chose him and make him seem VERY interesting.

I have a strange feeling about that little blondie.

Anywhooo, keep up the great work and, of course, PAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

- Mel

Thank you so much! I loved reading you comments
And yes. The blonde... well... yes xD

Thank you muchly for reading.

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Originally Posted by RavenclawFan

what does that mean?
love the story so far
PAMS
=]

You shall seeeeee

Thank you!

Chapter Five :: 'Home'

Harry was driving home, and Ginny was very lucky indeed, because Harry Potter did not drive like her brother.

Stretching her legs out in front of her, Ginny grinned over her shoulder at the two kids in the back seat. Hugo was playing on his gameboy thing, and Lily was looking over his shoulder wit intent fascination at whatever game was being played. The boy looked like he was concentrating so hard that his brain might melt and pour out of his ears, and even as Ginny watched, she saw Hugo inch the game closer and closer to his face.

“Be careful,” she warned him, reaching back and gently lowering the game away from Hugo’s eyes. Her nephew looked at her confusedly for a second, but when she gestured to her own eyes, he nodded and handed the game to Lily for her turn.

When Lily played, Hugo showed less interest in her game progress, and he scooted forwards in his seat.

“Put your seatbelt on, Hugo,” Harry said suddenly, able to see the boy from one of the mirrors. Hugo, startled but eager to do was he was told, hastily slid back on the leather seats and clicked his seatbelt in. Yawning, the young boy looked out at the road, in the hopes of seeing something more exciting the tarmac and the occasional shred of rubber from some poor soul‘s worn out tyre.

“Are we there yet?” he whined, asking that question every parent hates. Harry chuckled softly and shook his head, lifting one hand from the steering wheel and running it through his hair.

“Got about three hours in the car yet,” the man commented, as he overtook another car on the motorway. Meanwhile Hugo leaned back against the squashy leather and tugged absentmindedly at the seatbelt. “What about my stuff?”

Ginny glanced over her shoulder again. Hugo looked awfully pale. “Your dad will send it on… Are you okay, Hugo?” she added, concern filling her voice. Even as she looked, the boy placed his hand on his stomach and closed his eyes. When Hugo shook his head, Ginny turned to her husband. “Pull over when you can.”

Harry nodded at this and kept an eye open for any lay-bys whilst Ginny told Lily to stop playing the game, because it had already made her cousin carsick. Within five minutes, Harry had stopped the car and Ginny was switching seats with Lily. From then on through the car ride, Hugo lay across the seats with his head in his aunt’s lap, as the woman stroked his dark red hair.

…

It was around three o’clock in the afternoon when Harry’s car finally pulled up in the driveway of the Potter’s cottage. The building was large and Edwardian, and Hugo had always loved the sight of it, but for now he was to miss out on it, being as asleep as he was.

Being careful to open and close the car door carefully, Ginny moved around to Harry’s window and bent in to talk to him, very wary of the way the gravel crunched beneath her feet.

“I’ll go and unlock,” she said, and gestured over to Lily for the young girl to exit the car too. “I’ll get some food ready, too, and sort out Albus’ room for him. I give you the task of either waking him up and getting him inside, or carrying him in.” At this, Ginny smiled and leaned in, her red hair swaying in the slight breeze. She placed a tender kiss on her husband’s lips, before turning tail and following Lily to the house, all the while taking out her keys.

Once his wife had disappeared into the house, Harry sighed and looked back over his shoulder. Hugo was still fast asleep, one hand on his tummy.

Poor lad.

Harry placed his keys in his mouth, positioning them so that the car plipper would lock his niiiice car with a bite of his teeth. He moved to the back door, stopping momentarily to rub a scuff mark off the red paintwork, and opened Hugo’s door.

It took a while, but Harry finally managed to get Hugo over his shoulder, the car closed up and locked, and the pair of them into the house. Instead of going upstairs, the man went through to the living room and lay Hugo there, placing the gameboy on the floor next to him which he‘d taken the time to pick up, and went through to the kitchen.

Best eat now. That way, when Hugo woke up and called for Harry, Harry could be there.

“Does Ron know what he’s doing?” Harry enquired of his wife, moving to stand behind her as she stood looking out of the window above the sink and placing his arms around her waist. The woman looked puzzled for a moment, before finally working it out.

“With Hugo?” she asked, placing her hands over Harry’s. “I don’t know… But it can’t really hurt the kid. He’s happy here. We should like to make him happy.”

“But it makes Hermione miserable,” Harry stated, looking uncomfortable. At this, Ginny made a sceptical face and turned to the man.

“Hermione has work. So does Ron. They’re very busy. At least here, I’m home all day, and here, Hugo gets to see you. You are his hero, after all,” she pointed out, as though that wasn’t obvious. That made Harry smile a little sheepishly.

“He just seems a little… obsessed,” he replied, looking as if he would rather be saying anything but this. Ginny gave him a cool glare.

As the sun disappeared behind a cloud, the red-head faced her husband. “He is our family. We make our family happy. He just likes you, that’s all. You’re his favourite uncle; he idolises you. Would you rather he idolise Voldemort?”

Harry winced at this, which was odd. But it wasn’t from the sound of the name, but the harshness with which his wife spoke. “I guess you’re right,” he nodded, feeling kind of bad. Ginny opened her mouth to speak but at that moment, Hugo called out from the living room.

With a smile, Harry kissed his wife on the lips and went through to see to Hugo.

…

That night, when the sky was just beginning to darken, Hugo sat in his cousin’s room as she showed him her school uniform. It was a private muggle school, and Hugo was jealous. His own parents could afford that; they just refused to splash out. So he was stuck at the school in their village.

“Wish I could go there,” the small boy murmured to himself. Lily heard him and glanced over.

“You should!” she exclaimed, excitement lighting up her features. “And then you could stay here all year ‘round.”

Now that was certainly an idea Hugo was interested in. In fact, he sat contemplating it for a long time whilst he subconsciously twirled his hair. Without a word, he stood and left the room, his feet hardly creating a sound. Lily just watched him go, bemused.

Harry’s study was where Hugo’s uncle worked when he stayed at home. As head auror, the man had that privelage. In any case, though it was getting on for nine o’clock in the evening, Hugo tried the study as the first place to look (and it also ended up being the last).

Rapping his knuckles on the wooden door three times in rapid succession, Hugo listened attentively for a sound within. There was no sound at all, but Hugo’s imagination, determined to find things that weren’t really there at the best of times, told him he could hear footsteps inside, so the nine year old push the door open anyway.

The room was empty, which both relieved and frustrated Hugo at the same time, though he couldn’t place why he felt either of those emotions, not at that moment.

Staring around at the office, furnished with dark wood furnishings and with the huuuuuge family photo up on one wall, Hugo frowned. He wanted to eventually have an office like this. Hmmmm… Maybe he would try to be an auror.

Not that he hadn’t already planned that. Harry was an auror. Hugo would be one.

Eyeing the comfy looking chair behind the desk, a smile tugged at the corners of Hugo’s mouth. He approached it confidently, hopping up onto the seat cushion.

One of the drawers was partially open, with the corner of a piece of parchment sticking out. About to be the good person and tidy this slight problem, Hugo opened up the drawer a little more, and that was when he saw the elaborately folded parchment underneath.

With no qualms, and a slight idea of what he was looking at, Hugo reached out for the parchment…

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,173 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Quote: Originally Posted by harita wow...that was really cool post...i really really liked it... this line makes me really curious of what is going to happen next...waiting for more... All in good time Thanks for reading! Quote: Originally Posted by princess ofhp This is AMAZING! It's writing like this that inspires me to work on my own sa16+ fic. In my opinion, your writing is right up there with SenoritaMaxie's and mionegrlgwp's. <3 I also love that this is about Hugo, one of the more ignored members of the new generation. Most people focus on Rose, Albus, Teddy or Victoire, but you chose him and make him seem VERY interesting. I have a strange feeling about that little blondie. Anywhooo, keep up the great work and, of course, PAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! - Mel Thank you so much! I loved reading you comments And yes. The blonde... well... yes xD Thank you muchly for reading. Quote: Originally Posted by RavenclawFan what does that mean? love the story so far PAMS =] You shall seeeeee Thank you! Chapter Five :: 'Home' Harry was driving home, and Ginny was very lucky indeed, because Harry Potter did not drive like her brother. Stretching her legs out in front of her, Ginny grinned over her shoulder at the two kids in the back seat. Hugo was playing on his gameboy thing, and Lily was looking over his shoulder wit intent fascination at whatever game was being played. The boy looked like he was concentrating so hard that his brain might melt and pour out of his ears, and even as Ginny watched, she saw Hugo inch the game closer and closer to his face. “Be careful,” she warned him, reaching back and gently lowering the game away from Hugo’s eyes. Her nephew looked at her confusedly for a second, but when she gestured to her own eyes, he nodded and handed the game to Lily for her turn. When Lily played, Hugo showed less interest in her game progress, and he scooted forwards in his seat. “Put your seatbelt on, Hugo,” Harry said suddenly, able to see the boy from one of the mirrors. Hugo, startled but eager to do was he was told, hastily slid back on the leather seats and clicked his seatbelt in. Yawning, the young boy looked out at the road, in the hopes of seeing something more exciting the tarmac and the occasional shred of rubber from some poor soul‘s worn out tyre. “Are we there yet?” he whined, asking that question every parent hates. Harry chuckled softly and shook his head, lifting one hand from the steering wheel and running it through his hair. “Got about three hours in the car yet,” the man commented, as he overtook another car on the motorway. Meanwhile Hugo leaned back against the squashy leather and tugged absentmindedly at the seatbelt. “What about my stuff?” Ginny glanced over her shoulder again. Hugo looked awfully pale. “Your dad will send it on… Are you okay, Hugo?” she added, concern filling her voice. Even as she looked, the boy placed his hand on his stomach and closed his eyes. When Hugo shook his head, Ginny turned to her husband. “Pull over when you can.” Harry nodded at this and kept an eye open for any lay-bys whilst Ginny told Lily to stop playing the game, because it had already made her cousin carsick. Within five minutes, Harry had stopped the car and Ginny was switching seats with Lily. From then on through the car ride, Hugo lay across the seats with his head in his aunt’s lap, as the woman stroked his dark red hair. … It was around three o’clock in the afternoon when Harry’s car finally pulled up in the driveway of the Potter’s cottage. The building was large and Edwardian, and Hugo had always loved the sight of it, but for now he was to miss out on it, being as asleep as he was. Being careful to open and close the car door carefully, Ginny moved around to Harry’s window and bent in to talk to him, very wary of the way the gravel crunched beneath her feet. “I’ll go and unlock,” she said, and gestured over to Lily for the young girl to exit the car too. “I’ll get some food ready, too, and sort out Albus’ room for him. I give you the task of either waking him up and getting him inside, or carrying him in.” At this, Ginny smiled and leaned in, her red hair swaying in the slight breeze. She placed a tender kiss on her husband’s lips, before turning tail and following Lily to the house, all the while taking out her keys. Once his wife had disappeared into the house, Harry sighed and looked back over his shoulder. Hugo was still fast asleep, one hand on his tummy. Poor lad. Harry placed his keys in his mouth, positioning them so that the car plipper would lock his niiiice car with a bite of his teeth. He moved to the back door, stopping momentarily to rub a scuff mark off the red paintwork, and opened Hugo’s door. It took a while, but Harry finally managed to get Hugo over his shoulder, the car closed up and locked, and the pair of them into the house. Instead of going upstairs, the man went through to the living room and lay Hugo there, placing the gameboy on the floor next to him which he‘d taken the time to pick up, and went through to the kitchen. Best eat now. That way, when Hugo woke up and called for Harry, Harry could be there. “Does Ron know what he’s doing?” Harry enquired of his wife, moving to stand behind her as she stood looking out of the window above the sink and placing his arms around her waist. The woman looked puzzled for a moment, before finally working it out. “With Hugo?” she asked, placing her hands over Harry’s. “I don’t know… But it can’t really hurt the kid. He’s happy here. We should like to make him happy.” “But it makes Hermione miserable,” Harry stated, looking uncomfortable. At this, Ginny made a sceptical face and turned to the man. “Hermione has work. So does Ron. They’re very busy. At least here, I’m home all day, and here, Hugo gets to see you. You are his hero, after all,” she pointed out, as though that wasn’t obvious. That made Harry smile a little sheepishly. “He just seems a little… obsessed,” he replied, looking as if he would rather be saying anything but this. Ginny gave him a cool glare. As the sun disappeared behind a cloud, the red-head faced her husband. “He is our family. We make our family happy. He just likes you, that’s all. You’re his favourite uncle; he idolises you. Would you rather he idolise Voldemort?” Harry winced at this, which was odd. But it wasn’t from the sound of the name, but the harshness with which his wife spoke. “I guess you’re right,” he nodded, feeling kind of bad. Ginny opened her mouth to speak but at that moment, Hugo called out from the living room. With a smile, Harry kissed his wife on the lips and went through to see to Hugo. … That night, when the sky was just beginning to darken, Hugo sat in his cousin’s room as she showed him her school uniform. It was a private muggle school, and Hugo was jealous. His own parents could afford that; they just refused to splash out. So he was stuck at the school in their village. “Wish I could go there,” the small boy murmured to himself. Lily heard him and glanced over. “You should!” she exclaimed, excitement lighting up her features. “And then you could stay here all year ‘round.” Now that was certainly an idea Hugo was interested in. In fact, he sat contemplating it for a long time whilst he subconsciously twirled his hair. Without a word, he stood and left the room, his feet hardly creating a sound. Lily just watched him go, bemused. Harry’s study was where Hugo’s uncle worked when he stayed at home. As head auror, the man had that privelage. In any case, though it was getting on for nine o’clock in the evening, Hugo tried the study as the first place to look (and it also ended up being the last). Rapping his knuckles on the wooden door three times in rapid succession, Hugo listened attentively for a sound within. There was no sound at all, but Hugo’s imagination, determined to find things that weren’t really there at the best of times, told him he could hear footsteps inside, so the nine year old push the door open anyway. The room was empty, which both relieved and frustrated Hugo at the same time, though he couldn’t place why he felt either of those emotions, not at that moment. Staring around at the office, furnished with dark wood furnishings and with the huuuuuge family photo up on one wall, Hugo frowned. He wanted to eventually have an office like this. Hmmmm… Maybe he would try to be an auror. Not that he hadn’t already planned that. Harry was an auror. Hugo would be one. Eyeing the comfy looking chair behind the desk, a smile tugged at the corners of Hugo’s mouth. He approached it confidently, hopping up onto the seat cushion. One of the drawers was partially open, with the corner of a piece of parchment sticking out. About to be the good person and tidy this slight problem, Hugo opened up the drawer a little more, and that was when he saw the elaborately folded parchment underneath. With no qualms, and a slight idea of what he was looking at, Hugo reached out for the parchment… __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!