In Perpetuum: Continuari [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black. Sequel to 'In Perpetuum'. Make sure you read the first story, in order for this one to make sense. A series of one-shots based on the original story, mostly what happened between the end of the story and the epilogue.

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12. Familia Laoreet

 

We're going on a dragon hunt

We're going on a dragon hunt!

We're gonna catch a big one

We're gonna catch a big one!

I'm not afraid

I'm not afraid!

Are you?

Are you?

Not me!

NOT ME!

The children were marching around the park, chanting the one chorus over and over again, none of them knowing the lyrics to the other verses.

"Oi! You lot!" called Sirius over the unrelenting din.

"Sirius, don't speak to them like that! What kind of example are you setting?"

Lily glanced over to the horde of children who were now marching in a line, hands on each other's shoulders, nine-year-old Leo at the helm.

Hermione had become particularly familiar with Molly shortly after the Battle of Godric's Hollow, despite having met the girl previously through the both of them being members of the Order of the Phoenix. Molly could not allow the young girl to go without her own special brand of motherly care. Hermione did not mind, in fact she was delighted that she would once again have a rapport with the woman that she had once thought of as a surrogate mother. She was also extraordinarily grateful for the care that Molly had willingly put in to ensure that she would be alright once more.

"Children!" called Lily in a firm tone.

Without any further thought to their game, the children ran over to the table that was groaning under the weight of Molly Weasley's fabulous cooking.

"How'd you get them to do that?" quizzed a bewildered Sirius as he scratched the side of his head, "They never listen to me."

"Magic," replied Lily with a grin, as she began to dole out cups full of ice cold pumpkin juice.

It was not until Hermione bit into a pork pie that she truly appreciated how much she had missed Molly's culinary talents. The children seemed to share a similar sentient as they were neatly seated in a row, in age order. Although this was mostly due to the close friendships they shared.

Ten-year-old Livvy had propped herself next to fifteen-year-old Percy. Despite the age difference and subsequent varying levels of maturity, they took great pleasure in comparing notes on books that they had read.

Next to Livvy sat Harry, Ron and Leo. Harry and Ron were both a year older than the nine-year-old Leo, but that made no difference as none of them were yet at Hogwarts. Hermione was sure that when they did finally go to Hogwarts, they would have their own trouble-making version of the Marauder's. She dreaded to think of the owls that would be banging at her window as a result of these boys. Harry and Leo had learned a trick or two from their fathers, and they had not hesitation about passing on vital pranking skills and information to Ron, and the slightly younger Ginny who sat on the other side of Leo.

However, someone was missing. In fact, a pair was missing. Hermione winced as she heard Molly's voice boom out from behind her.

"GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY! FREDERICK GIDEON WEASLEY! YOU COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Hermione's attention was diverted to a couple of shrubs near the picnic tables that the group had claimed for their picnic. The bushes appeared to be giggling...then outright laughing.

A pair of identical twin boys, with matching evil grins appeared from the top of said bushes.

"What are you doing in there?" Molly's voice had gone deathly quiet.

The boys chose not to heed the warning, and with hands in pockets, and with an easy stance they spoke in unison.

"Nothing."

Molly outwardly appeared to have calmed down, but Hermione knew that this was only the calm before the storm.

"I'll give you one more chance," she reasoned, "what have you hidden in the bushes?"

"Nothing," the boys replied, calm as ever.

Before Molly could utter another word, the air was rent with a loud explosion.

Brightly coloured fireworks were lost amidst the fluffy white clouds of the sky.

"FIREWORKS!" screeched an enraged Molly above the noise of the pops and bangs.

"We just wanted to-" replied Fred.

"-entertain everyone," finished George, "maybe the ground was not as dry as we thought, eh Fred."

But Molly could no longer be heard. All the children had jumped up from their seats and were cheering the efforts of the twelve year old twins.

Molly threw her hands up into the air in exasperation, before busying herself in more food preparation.

James and Sirius roared with laughter, while Lily and Hermione merely shook their heads, and went back to eating their own plates of Molly's delicious cooking.

Life was as it should be.

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