Dreams

Prologue

"Uncle, Harry would you tell us a story?"

"Yeah , Harry, why don't you tell them a story?" Hermione laughed as her children begged for a story to be told.

"I want it to adventure, with bad guys and good guys."

"No, I want a romance."

"Romances are for sissy's."

"Are not!"

"Is too."

"Are not!"

"Children, calm down I'll tell you a story, but on only one condition, you have to be quiet," Harry compromised.

"Ok!" Sarah and Ben agreed together.

"Ok, this was along time ago, in my fifth year ,ok. It's sort of scary, do you really want me to tell you?"

"YES!" They shrieked already interested.

"Ok, but I'm warning you."

"You guys better not be sleeping in mummy and daddy's bed tonight," Hermione called from the kitchen.

"Yes, mummy!"

"Where was I?" Harry asked.

"You were in your fifth year at Hogwarts," Ben said proudly.

"Then what Uncle Harry?" Sarah was always the first to ask question

"Well," Harry tormented, he loved making them squirm.

"What, well what?" Sarah jumped in excitement.

"Well, I was at the Flourish and Blott's, I had left the Dursley's a day before."

"Oh, those mean old muggles, I hate them."

"Sarah, don't be so hateful, they were just mean. I dislike them and all but I've learned not to hate anybody."

"Ok, Uncle Harry, I just dislike them a lot!"

"So, do I sweetie, so do I. Anyways, I ran into this girl."

"Did it hurt Uncle Harry? Did it?"

"Yes, Ben, it did hurt. She was very pretty."

" Was she as pretty as a model?" Sarah asked wide eyed.

"Yes, even prettier."

"Was it love at first sight?"

"I had a girlfriend, so no it wasn't love at first sight."

"Well, even so, you still could fall in love with someone else even if you had a girlfriend," Ben pointed out.

"Who was your girlfriend?"

"I'm not going to tell the story unless you be quiet."

"Oh, please Uncle Harry, we'll be quiet. Won't we Sarah."

"What are you looking at me for? I was the quiet one."

"No you weren't, you were the one asking all the questions."

"Well, you were asking questions and making comments."

"I made less than you."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Nu uh."

"Yeah huh."

"Children, please let Uncle Harry tell the story while mummy makes this cake for daddy," Hermione pleaded, walking into the living room, carrying a heavy bowl.

"Why are you making a cake for daddy?"

"Because, it's Daddy's Day, remember?"

"OH YEAH!" the twins said together.

"Now, listen to the story."

"Have you heard the story before mummy?"

"Yes, Sarah, sweetie."

"Is it a romance?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"But mummy-"

"There's action in it to that you will like Ben, ok?"

"Ok, can I help with the cake?"

"You can help mummy icing the cake, ok?"

"But, mummy I want to help ,too," Sarah whined.

"Ok, you can both, help me icing the cake for daddy, ok? Now listen to Uncle Harry."

"Yes, mummy."

"Now, where was I?"