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"JAMES FLEAMONT AND HAROLD CHARLES, STOP THAT RACKET AT ONCE!" shouted Dorea Potter, striding determinedly towards her son's room. "Honestly, the both of you are becoming worse than the Prewett Twins! At this rate, I will go grey even before you even start at Hogwarts."
Two heads of messy black hair peeked out from the pile of toys and pillows on the floor, their eyes sparkling with mischief and broad grins on their face. Pointing to each other, they said,
"It's his fault!"
"He started it!"
"No, it was your dream!"
"But you were the one who wanted to play it out!"
"Dream, Harry, are you all right?", their Mum asked worriedly. Harry often had had these "dreams" when he was younger, which left him gasping for air. Ghastly nightmares they were, which sent chills down her back, listening to them. The next day morning however Harry would forget his night's episodes, and James was 'sworn to secrecy' to not try and remind him when that happened. Luckily, Harry had these less often now, and the dreams sort of mellowed with time, and weren't the terrible terrors they once used to be. The very first time it had happened was when Harry was about four, and it had shaken all of them to the core. She and Charlus had heard him crying and rushed to their room in the middle of the night. James, scared out his wits and on the verge of tears himself, had his arms around Harry and was trying his best to find out what's wrong. After few minutes of sobbing in her arms, he had quietened to sniffles, babbling about big noise, bad man and hurt lady. He had drifted back to sleep, with a tiny fist clutching her hair. Charlus picked James up, and they had slept with their kids tucked between them...
"..m, I'm fine, Mum!". Dorea snapped back to the present, shaking off her unease. "We were fighting a dragon! It was huge and had scales, and spikes and breathed fire and obviously we were the only ones who could defeat it!". "Oh Yes, Obviously!" scoffed Dorea with an exasperated sigh, then in the sternest voice she could muster, said, "I forbid you to go near dragons, ever and..."
"ROARRRR!"
"Aah! Oh for Merlin's sake, Charlus!", exclaimed Dorea, while her two little demons with exclamations of "Dad! you're home!" ran to welcome him. As her merry band of boys trooped down to the dining hall, Dorea couldn't help but smile at the happy picture they made. She felt blessed by Mother Magic for everything she has ever had...A kind, brave and noble man for her husband whom she had fallen madly in love with. A man whom her family couldn't refuse when Lord Potter sent a letter for his son's betrothal, tying their families together (Dorea was 19-20). Twenty five years of togetherness(now she’s 45), made more beautiful when her two wonderful boys, James and Harry, were brought into the world after fifteen years of trying, pain and heartache. Madam Pomphrey, her healer, was vexed to find out on her monthly checkup, 7 months into the pregnancy, that she had made a grievous error...and that feeling of relief and tears of joy to hear that they weren't just having a baby, they were having twins, two healthy baby boys! Now, ten years down the line, they were growing into their own personalities. James was a regular mischief maker, like the ever-present tides, crashing on the rocky coast. Harry, on the other hand, though mostly angelic, had sudden brainstorms of mischief, rather an occasional hurricane, leaving chaos in his wake. Her dear sweet family. Dorea was content. Shaking her head at her outburst before, she mused...she oughtn't have lost her temper. They were, after all, children. She had over-reacted, a child's nightmare doesn't materialize to life, dreams are hardly prophecies... Dusting her hands off on her apron, she proceeded to levitate the dessert to the dining hall, homemade Pumpkin Pie and Treacle Tart for her darling munchkins.