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A few days after the funeral, Harry arrived at Lupin cottage with Sirius Black.
Both James and Lily had work to do; James having a shift at the orphanage whilst Lily had a shift at her usual work (a healer at St Mungos hospital.) Instead of the both of them staying home alone, Harry was spending the day at Lupin cottage with Lottie, whilst Hope and Lyall went to work.
"It feels like years since I've been here!" Sirius Black said, strolling through the cottage. "Hello Charlotte! And hello Hope, Lyall."
"Lovely to see you Sirius," Hope smiled, whilst Lyall glared at Harry. "And it has been a while...how are you?"
Lyall had suppressed the angry grandfather conversation at the funeral of course, but now he was finally seeing his granddaughters boyfriend properly.
"I'm great!"
Harry didn't even notice Lyalls death glare, instead his eyes were locked with the redhead across the room, a soft smile on his face as he admired her features. It seemed as though every time he saw her she got a little more beautiful, he could rarely keep his eyes off of her.
"Hello Potter," Lyall said to the fifteen year old.
"Hey," Harry smiled brightly, tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend and to her grandfather. "It looks great in here, I love the Christmas decorations!"
"Thankyo-"
"I'm sure you do," Lyall said, cutting his wife off, "now. You are not to lay a finger on Charlotte. If you break her heart, I'll snap all of your fingers in half and feed them to you, got it? If you hurt her, I will make sure you feel five times the pain."
Sirius' eyes widened, and he sat down on the couch next to Lottie so he could listen properly.
Harry stared in shock. He hadn't expected that on a Tuesday morning.
"Look how scared he is!" Sirius whispered to Charlotte, "he looks like he's going to shit himself!"
"Lyall's been waiting to say all this," Lottie giggled.
"I can't wait to tell Lucas and Emelia about this!"
Charlotte hadn't put any thought to Kaycies message about parents in her letter, however, she had noticed that Sirius wasn't an awful person, so she decided she wouldn't be mean to him for no reason. She still saw him as the guy who replaced her mum, but she didn't need to be unkind, there was no need.
She still hadn't read Kaycie's letter. She was too scared.
"And no sex!" Lyall announced, "I do not need any great grandchildren! You are fifteen and you do not need to-"
"Lyall!" Hope gasped, "leave them! They aren't going to do that anyway, they're fifteen!"
"No sex." He grumbled. "No babies. No pregnant teenagers. No werewolf cubs. No reproduction!"
Charlotte's mind drifted from the conversation for a brief moment. Could she even have children? Surely being a werewolf would stop that...
"And as I was saying!" Lyall continued, "if I hear of any heartbreaking, I will make my own way to Hogwarts, purely so I can chop you into small pieces and throw you into the black lake, got it?"
"Got it," Harry gulped, taking a step back as he looked up at Lyall.
"He's definitely fighting back tears," Sirius whispered to Lottie.
"Yeah, wishing his mum was there to save him," she grinned. "I would stop him from being mean...but it's quite entertaining."
"Let them keep going," snickered Sirius, "a scared Potter is always the best kind."
"Agreed," she nodded, looking back up Harry and Lyall, who seemed to be having a staring contest.
"You should have seen James when Marlene gave him the no breaking hearts lecture about Lily, it was hilarious!"
"I can imagine," she saw Marlene as a very strong woman, she didn't seem scared of anything, Lottie admired that.
"Well then!" Hope said loudly, and Lyall finally looked away from Harry, who sighed in relief. "Lyall, aren't you supposed to be heading to that meeting?"
"Oh Merlin, I am," he gasped, turning back to Harry, pointing a finger at him. "Don't forget what I said. Ever."
"I won't," he said, nervously running a hand through his hair.
Lyall fixed his tie and grabbed his briefcase, taking a step towards the fireplace. "I mean it, Potter!"
Hope rolled her eyes at her husbands dramatics, and they all watched as he stepped into the fireplace, disappearing into the green flames.
"He's so dramatic," Hope rolled her eyes, "don't worry about him, Harry."
"Okay..." he said, though he still looked as though he had just been chased through a haunted house in the dark...he looked petrified.
"It's alright, mate! If anything happens, I'm sure it would be very entertaining!" Sirius winked.
"Yeah, we could get it on video!" Lottie laughed, standing up and making her way over to Hope and Harry.
"Unfortunately, I have to get to work too," said Hope, brushing down her skirt. "Harry, if you need anything, Lottie will show you where it is. You two be good, I'll be back around 5."
"See you later," Charlotte smiled, looking up at the clock; it was only eleven o'clock now.
"I'll walk out with you," Sirius said to Hope, standing up from the couch, "I better be off as well. Lovely to see you, Charlotte!"
She smiled at him, linking her hand with Harry's whilst she watched Hope rush around, grabbing the things she needed for her work.
Finally grabbing her coat and bag, Hope turned to say one last "goodbye!" before rushing off.
As the two adults left, Harry and Charlotte shared a look.
"Merlin, I've missed you so much," he breathed, stepping forwards and pulling her closer to him. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, taking in every detail of her face, she looked so beautiful, so perfect. Finally seeing her for the first time since school was so relieving, he had missed her more than anything, and was just glad to be back in her presence.
"I've missed you too," she said softly, looking up at him and pressing a kiss to his lips.
"So," Harry said, pulling away from the kiss, his arms wrapped around her waist. "How have the Christmas holidays been so far?"
"Boring," Lottie grinned, "better now that you're here."
"Good," he pressed a kiss to her nose.
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A few hours - and two movies filled with Lottie and Harry arguing over who Coco liked the most - later, Charlotte and Harry were in the kitchen of Lupin cottage.
"You're sure you know how to make cookies?" Charlotte asked for the third time.
"Your lack of faith in me hurts my heart," Harry pouted.
"Good," she winked, grabbing the sugar from the cupboard. "Who taught you how to bake?"
"My dad," he said, "he and Sirius went through a baking phase, it was actually quite fun, they had matching aprons and everything!"
"That doesn't surprise me," Charlotte laughed, handing him a bowl. "What ended the phase?"
"Mum had spent ages filling out papers for work and dad and Sirius came running in throwing flour at each other...long story short, mum was angry."
"I would be too," she grinned, watching as he began to mix ingredients.
"You should have seen the look on her face! Sirius said it was her inner ginger coming out, that certainly made her angry."
"Gingers aren't all angry all the time," she said, folding her arms.
"I think first to third year you could argue with that," he said, raising his eyebrows.
"You deserved that," she smirked.
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!" He threw a handful of chocolate chips in her direction, each one hitting her in the face.
"Hey!" She gasped, flicking him in the forehead, "if you make a mess, I'll make sure to tell my grandad it was you."
Harry's eyes widened, yet the stubborn side of him quickly smirked, throwing another chocolate chip at her.
"Oh really?" He asked, stepping closer to her, "do it."
"I will," she said.
Putting down the wooden spoon he had previously been holding, Harry closed the gap between them, bringing Charlotte into a kiss.
"Better watch out, I'm using eggs next. It would be a shame if this pretty red hair was covered in egg yolk." He said as he pulled away from her.
Raising her eyebrows at him, Charlotte nudged him in the ribs. "Get back to baking, Bambi."
When the cookies were finally ready to go in the oven, Charlotte was making the pair of them hot chocolates whilst Harry sorted the oven.
"Dad says you're coming over on Christmas?"
"Yep," Lottie nodded, James had offered for the Lupins to come over on Christmas day and for the Christmas eve party, something she was slightly nervous about.
"Well," he closed the oven, "will you let me know what you're wearing to the party so my suit can match?"
Charlotte's face broke into a grin as she looked over at him, "of course!"
And so for the rest of the afternoon, the couple bickered and laughed and simply enjoyed one anothers company.
A/N
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Qotd: fav hp headcanons?
Also, who do you fancast Hope and Lyall?
Word count: 1500