Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump By Text Size Category:, Characters:None Genres: Comedy, Drama, Fluff, General, Humor Warnings: Mild Language Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: Summary: Nothing could have prepared fifteen-year-old Harry Potter for an unusual visit from his future children. Yet, this quickly became the least of his worries as he now played the role of 'Dad', teaching his future kids to ride a broom and reading silly wizarding stories. Hitcount: Story Total: 9586; Chapter Total: 3338. Another chapter of bundles of fun. Thanks Zen and Tearlit for giving me ideas and letting me pester you! Chapter Story Harry woke up with a headache the next morning. As the summer morning light flooded into the room, he hid his face in his pillow, attempting to stop the pain in his head.

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Had it been Voldemort? Driver Madrics Superbox 3 Windows 7. No, his scar felt as normal as ever. It must have been the strange dream he had been having before he woke up; something about his children appearing from the future and Ron threatening him for shagging his sister. Harry shook his head, thankful it was all a dream. “All right, Harry?” Ron called over to him from his bed.

“Blimey, I had the weirdest dream.” “Yeah?” Harry yawned. “Couldn’t be any worse than mine.” “You, too?” Ron asked as he grabbed his trainers from the floor. Harry nodded as he pulled a shirt over his head. Standing up, he stretches his arms and legs, allowing his sleepiness to slowly drain out of his body. The pounding in his head lessened, but it did not keep his stomach from grumbling loudly. “Hungry, eh?” “A bit,” Harry lied.

“Come on, then,” Ron said while he opened his bedroom door and motioned Harry to follow. Down six flights of stairs, the two boys trudged, letting their feet stomp on each step along the way. When they reached the kitchen, Harry and Ron found Mrs. Weasley standing in the door way, hands on hips and looking quite peeved.

God Adel Mugen. “Are you trying to wake up the house?” she interrogated Ron. “Who’s still sleeping?” he returned with a yawn. His answer quickly came in the form of Lily and James at the top of the stairs.

“Daddy?” the two children said groggily. “Did you make breakfast?” Harry and Ron spun around, identical alarmed expressions on their faces. “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” Harry whispered miserably. Ron shook his head. Weasley ignored her son’s comment while she motioned the twins into the kitchen. “In here, dearies,” she told them promptly, but then added to Harry, “Sirius is waiting for you.” At this last remark, Harry and Ron could not get into the kitchen any faster. Sirius was occupying a chair at the end of the table and looked up from the Daily Prophet when boys entered.

“Harry!” he beamed. “Sirius!” Harry cried, both in excitement and alarm. “What are you doing here?” The older man stood up to embrace Harry, giving the teenage boy a smile. “Can I not see my godson?” he asked.

“But what if someone sees you?” Harry contested. “What if--?” Sirius simply waved his hand at the comments. “Arthur secured the fireplace–just for this morning, mind you,” he explained, then after some hesitation, added, “I have been told that you have company.” Harry didn’t answer straight away, but looked awkwardly down at his trainers. He still didn’t know what to think, let alone how to answer. As if on cue, the two seven-year-olds appeared at Harry’s side, each in awe of the stranger before them. “Sirius Black?” James finally blurted out, unable to contain his excitement. “You’re the wizard Daddy always talked about?” “He can’t be, James!” Lily hissed.