Potter | 𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬

Prologue |

The Potters' Manor was dead asleep and no sound could be heard as dusk had fallen upon its old walls. But per usual, that silence wasn't going to last much longer.

     In fact, the peace had never seemed to reign the halls of the Potters' household ever again after the birth of James and Jenna Potter; the twins made by the devil himself – as their neighbors called them.

     If it was too quiet for longer than usual, Mia and Fleamont Potter would assume that it was probably the silence before the storm, and made sure to prepare themselves for their kids' next mischief.

And that day, the first of September, was no exception.

With mischievous grins playing on their lips, James and Jenna gave each other one last approving nod, and the silence was broken for good when they threw a set of Dungbombs in their parents' bedroom.

The moment the first one burst, the twins ran downstairs laughing, hearing their mother's shrieks after them.

"FOR THE LAST TIME!" She bellowed, as James and Jenna made an escape for outside the house. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR IN MY HOUSE!"

Once outside and in the garden, the twins looked up towards the windows of their parents' bedroom, watching the green gas filling it up.

"Nice one, J.P," they said together, fist-bumping with satisfied grins on their faces.

The two stayed in the garden, busying themselves with their brooms as they shot into the air, though not too high to be seen by their neighbors, even though it felt like their houses were a mile away.

"Oi! I think the coast is clear!" Jenna called out to James, and so after receiving a thumbs-up, they both landed on the ground and left their brooms laying there, making their way back inside.

Mickey – their house-elf – had already set the breakfast table. An angry Mrs. Potter was sitting behind the table with folded arms as she watched the twins come forward innocently, acting like nothing had happened.

"Hi, Mum," said Jenna sweetly, placing a small kiss on her mother's cheek before sitting down.

"May I just say," James started, smiling handsomely, "you look extremely beautiful today, mother."

"Are you mocking me, James?" She asked with a raised brow, pointing at her messed up blonde hair and dirty clothes, which were due to the unexpected way she was woken up.

"I would never!" James gasped dramatically.

With the sound of footsteps, their heads turned around, spotting their father entering the kitchen still in his pajamas, his jet-black hair all over the place as always; although a few strands of gray hair had appeared beneath that mess.

Yawning, he sat down at the table, saying brightly, "Good morning, Potters."

"Morning, dad," said the twins together, trying to hold back their sniggers as they watched the remainder of their Dungbomb's green gas raising from their father's head.

But Mrs. Potter did not share the same amount of good attitude as her husband. "Aren't you going to say something to them, Fleamont?"

"Oh, Mia. I would think that you are used to all this after years of dealing with these two," said Mr. Potter, putting some jam on his toast. "But you are surprised every time."

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't applaud them for this unique way of waking us up!"

"No need to apologize, mum," said Jenna.