[hp] Pride and Prejudice

She is really pregnant.

Harry was delighted to receive the news in a Muggle hospital, and they didn't bother to go to the wizard.

"I'm pregnant," he said with a straight face, "and you're still crowded in the crowd, not caring about anything, you went skating before you got pregnant, and you fell down, do you really care about yourself?"

Ola hugged her stomach and complained, "Look, your father is going to kill you now."

Harry's face was still calm at first, but when he heard her words, he chuckled. The originally deliberately calm expression dissipated, and his emerald eyes were filled with joy.He stared at the flat belly quietly, and couldn't help but touch the soft belly with his hands.

"Is there really a child inside?" He asked suspiciously, "Is this really like a place where people can grow?"

She covered her lips: "What else? Potter, do you think it's laying eggs?"

The nurse outside the door knocked on the door with a cold face: "Pick up the bill, it's fifty dollars in total."

Harry snorted, pulled out his wallet and trotted out.

Their marriage leave ended just like that, and they returned to the UK in a hurry, and Ola's marriage leave was going to be replaced by maternity leave, but she hadn't applied for a break yet.

"It's so boring," she said to Harry, "I can't sit at home every day."

Harry's navy blue uniform was still draped behind him, with a leather whip pinned to his waist, shining fiercely.

He snorted coldly, "No, you're going to ride a broom as soon as you go to the Sports Department, can you behave yourself and stay at home and wait for the child to stabilize?"

Ola raised her head angrily and let out a cry.

"It's so annoying," she snorted, "then I'll ride a broom at home."

Harry said coldly: "I'll give you a child's broom to ride on, do you want it?"

A child's broom can only be lifted a foot off the ground, and at most it can only break a vase that is placed on the ground?

Ola nearly died laughing.

He froze for a moment, and pursed his lips.

Residents in the four boroughs of southwest London know that there is a strange person living in this neighborhood.

He has black messy hair that falls over his shoulders, but he is still somewhat elegant and handsome. He rides on a cool black motorcycle all the year round and wears strange clothes, like a cool godfather of rock and roll, but he is just getting old , There are still some problems with the legs.

It's just that the residents here are all respectable people, so how can they gossip about other people's privacy?

As usual, the black-haired man got off the black motorcycle and shook his long hair, revealing an elegant and handsome face, then turned a corner and disappeared into the street.

It's like entering a wormhole that doesn't exist.

Ola counted the time, and finally heard a sound at the door, she said happily: "Great, Sirius, you are finally here, and James will take it with you for the time being."

"Extremely happy." Sirius said. "It's a pity that I didn't attend your wedding because of the leg surgery, but it's okay to help you take care of your son."

"Thank you."

She kissed her little son: "James, see you tonight, mom."

Ola has to be busy with the sports department first. Regarding the 2001 Great Britain and Ireland Quidditch Cup, the Chudley Cannons won several small games one after another, so that some fans still don't die.

And she is actually the agent of this team!

The Auror Command went to work much more regularly than they did, and Harry had already made breakfast and left.

Sirius teased the blue-eyed kid who could only spit bubbles: "James, are you hungry?"

James snorted and started spitting bubbles. His little arms and legs kicked so hard in the air that he almost collapsed the bridge of Sirius' nose.

"Well," he said to himself, "you're not hungry."

After the Great War, a powerful sorceress suddenly came to St. Mungo and said that he wanted to heal his leg. As a result, he worked in vain for two years. Sirius has been looking forward to it in St. Mungo, but there is no result at all. The calf was still a shriveled, useless leg.

He also angrily missed his godson's wedding, and when Sirius was discharged from the hospital, Ola was eight months pregnant.

"Is it a man or a woman?" He asked innocently.

Harry stared at the godfather a little angrily, "Sirius, anyone who is pregnant can know whether it is a boy or a girl?"

"Boys are named James, girls are named Lily," he said to Ola, turning his head. "That's the name, it sounds nice, don't you think?"

Ola was not convinced: "No, boys are called Alexander, and girls are called Selena. This is a good name I picked out from a few dictionaries."

Her fingers were going to be smashed.

Harry frowned: "Did you buy the dictionary from a third-rate store, did everyone spit it out when you opened it?"

"Let's call Alexander and Selena," she barked her teeth angrily. "Or else, you play poker with me. If you win, you will listen to me. If I win, you will listen to me."

Harry suddenly felt guilty, and he secretly glanced at Sirius: "Okay, who is afraid of whom? But I want to ask for foreign help."

Aura clenched her pointed canine teeth.

Sirius crossed his arms and looked at them with a smile, and within a few seconds of St. Mungo's, he did wait for Harry's plea for help.

"What should I do?" He said in a panic, "I have never beaten Ola in poker."

Sirius smirked, "Don't worry, who is your godfather?"

Harry frowned suspiciously.

"I was invincible at Hogwarts, from spells to cards," he raised his eyebrows triumphantly. "Back then, even James hadn't beaten me, even when he was young enough to chase girls."

Harry nodded hesitantly.

But Harry obviously didn't listen to one side of the story, he still found other people, such as Ron, who is good at playing wizard chess, Hermione, the clever and witty director, and a few friends from the Auror Command who can play cards.

But Ron couldn't play poker, Hermione was too busy, and Fred listened to Alan's refusal to help him, and finally settled on Sirius.

Sirius smiled casually, and easily knocked down Ola's three-legged cat kung fu.

"I'm going to faint." She lay angrily on St. Mungo's sheets.

He drew James.

Pansy regretted: "It's a pity that my godson can only be called by this name. Hey, Alexander sounds like the name of an excellent Seeker, isn't it Ola?"

Ola nodded desperately at Mrs. McMillan, "Yes."

——Harry knew that she was going to choose godparents among her old friends, but he just frowned, hoping that his wife would not choose a Death Eater family, there would be no good to learn.The implication is to exclude Draco and Theodore.

But Ola would have picked Pencey.

Sirius was complacent: "Harry, just talk about it, just leave the card game to me."

He patted his overjoyed godson.

It didn't take long for James to give birth in a cold November. Ola drank many bottles of palliatives in pain, and fell unconscious on the bed for a short time. Harry and Deborah immediately surrounded her in fright.But this boy is very strong, born to be alive and kicking, and when he cries, he is frighteningly energetic.

Everyone couldn't coax this little boy who could cry for three hours, only Sirius, as soon as he hugged him, James quietly licked his fingers.

Olla and Harry finally got a good night's sleep.

But this is obviously just the beginning of the big devil James' worry.

When James was three years old, he had already seen Gryffindor for the first time.He is a sweet-faced little angel on the block, and a rascal in Godric's Hollow.

"James, are you sure you want to go to Sirius alone?" Harry asked, smearing butter.

Ola shook her head: "Aren't you afraid of bad guys?"

James sat on the ground sullenly, waved his small fists, and said in a childlike voice, "I'm not afraid! You don't even let me eat a single candy from the Weasley joke store. I don't have parents like you!"

He was still missing teeth when he spoke.

But he resolutely stepped on his short legs and was about to close the door of the room, but he didn't close it and fell to the ground.

"James," Harry said with a suppressed smile, "Your aunt Hermione said, don't eat too much candy, it will damage your teeth. You don't want your baby teeth to grow out."

He got up strong again and closed the door: "No!"

After a few seconds, James sat down on the bed in despair, his big grape-like eyes turned away from the door, and saw Ola and Harry having dinner leisurely, and they didn't seem to worry about him at all.

Merlin!

He was abandoned.

James looked at his kid's broom and a few coins and knew he should go find Sirius.He is already a mature little boy.

He immediately took the broom in the bedroom with great effort, took the address of Sirius' last correspondence, resolutely walked into the fireplace, and read his name like a hero: "XX Community NO.11."

As soon as he came out, Sirius was lying on the sofa watching TV, and James ran over aggrieved.

He pretended to cry loudly: "Sirius! Harry won't let me eat candy, Ola also hid the candy, and they don't let me watch TV, they are too bad."

Sirius propped his chin up with his hands: "What's the matter, you steal candy, don't you even have a bit of your grandpa's prank talent?"

James put down his fat hand and stopped wiping non-existent tears on his face.

"Is it okay?" He frowned like two caterpillars, "It's good that Ola found out, Harry will let me die."

Sirius raised his eyebrows single-handedly, bewitchingly said: "Otherwise I'll teach you..."

In a few seconds, James returned to the fourth district of southwest London. He was dragging a small children's broom, with a deliberate melancholy on his small face: "Ola, Harry, hey..."

Ola drank eggnog leisurely: "What did Sirius tell you?"

"He said, he said," James squeezed every drop of juice out of his little head, "he said, he said I was craving candy so much, have pity on me—"

He hugged Ola's calf, and the soft black hair was scattered pitifully on her leg.

"I'll just take one bite." James twisted.

Harry crossed his arms and stared at him, his emerald eyes were like a waveless icy lake——James subconsciously didn't dare to look for him.

Ola, on the other hand, has silver hair and smells like orange blossoms plucked from the morning dew, with butter on her fingertips.When she heard her son who had worked so hard to beg her, her heart softened halfway, and she held up little James' face in distress.

"Olla," Harry said, looking at her firmly, "no."

James' little face collapsed.

Green sparks splashed in the fireplace, and Sirius held a large bag of candy: "Here, James, eat as much as you like."

James cheered, and immediately rushed to Sirius.

"I knew you weren't going to come. At your current age, it's hard to remember things." Sirius said confidently. "It's still up to Sirius to buy you candy, isn't it?"

He handed him the candy in his hand, and rubbed James' ancestral Porter card with the other hand, and James shouted sweetly, 'I love Sirius'.

"Sirius," Harry said displeased, "can you stop pampering the child so much, James will be stuck to his teeth by sugar later, what if he can't grow new teeth?"

Ola also said: "You love him too much."

"Isn't there a medical wing?" Sirius said indifferently, his eyelids suffused with laziness. "He can drink a few cans of medicine, James' happiness is more important than anything else, and I'm not the only one who spoils him."

Harry blushed, remembering the time when his godfather had pampered him unconditionally.

Sirius struggled to support his lame leg, picked up James, whose mouth was full of sugar, and threw it into the sky. The child laughed harshly and happily, like a carefree little lion.

In a few days.

Dear Foot:

Come and save me! ! Heeeeeeelp me!

(James who can't write name, address and letter format)

But in fact, Sirius dotes on James more than all adults.

Although James has never been short of favors since he was a child, and his parents won't repeat them, Aunt Hermione, who decided to have a child late, bought him a broom, and Uncle Ron, who runs a joke shop, secretly stuffed him with a lot of candy. Think of him as his dark-haired grandson, and Pansy often comes to tease him...

Although Aalto didn't treat him well, he was still quick to pay for his gray-blue eyes.

But Sirius did stand out among them and won James' favorite NO.1.

"Sirius, I want to know what the No. 18 details of the prank are," said ten-year-old James. "You only told me the first seventeen."

Sirius looked at him indulgently, and then told him the secret.

"In other words," James recalled, "the roads of the One-Eyed Witch and Whooping Willow both lead to Hogsmeade, the prefect bathroom is the fourth to the left of the statue of Stupid Reese, and the slogan is fresh pineapples all year round."

Five-year-old Rose looked at him adoringly: "Brother James has a good memory, you are amazing!"

Sirius nodded, "You need to explore the rest."

"How do I explore?" James asked, "Without the invisibility cloak, how can I know the secrets in Hogwarts castle?"

The hotel in Diagon Alley stands luxuriously on the street.

Sirius walked with them, and suddenly approached James and whispered: "Little prong, you should know the other things I taught you, including what I accidentally said?"

"Of course." He raised his eyebrows.

Ola was sitting in Harry's study room dealing with the new event of the Sports Department - the Sports Department was very busy when the event came, and Ola, who was usually free, stayed at home every day knitting scarves.She was wearing a nightgown, and she was a little tired of looking at the text on the screen.

"Mom," James said fawningly as he opened the door, "Merry Christmas."

Ola lazily hummed, "How much does it cost?"

"Look at what you said," he stroked his messy hair like a bird's nest, and smiled, "Do you regard your hard-earned son as such a person? I really love you, Mom, I'll help you Push your face."

Without raising her eyes, she asked, "Ten Galleons?"

"How is it possible," he fussed, "Sirius is just a few hundred Galleons, and I still care about your money? Mom, you underestimate your son."

"You replaced next-door neighbor Mary's pan with a cauldron?"

"Or take Sister Rose to Malfoy Manor to bully Scorpius?"

"Still blowing up the Christian Church in Godric's Hollow with dung eggs?"

James shook his head, with a sincere expression on his face: "No, I just want to be filial to my mother. You can handle the documents, and I will wipe your face for you."

"Usually it's your father who helps me," Ola said disgustedly, "how can you do better than him?"

He is pitiful: "But I will go to Hogwarts in one year, you want to control me and I will not be here anymore, Mom, don't you miss me? I will help you, you are only my son ah."

She was so entangled, James leaned over with a wink, and came over with her latest witch skin care products.

"Mom," he patted his chest confidently, "let me help you."

He poured some lotion into the palm of his hand, and wiped it all over Ola's face. Ola closed her eyes helplessly and raised her head.

James began to push it up slowly, looking around at the bookshelves as he began.

Sirius let it slip, saying that there are good things about learning about Hogwarts here.

"Yo," came a voice from outside the door, and Harry leaned against the door. "What bad thing did James do again today to please your mother?"

James had a hippie smile on his face, "Looking at what you said, it seems that a son's filial piety to his mother is a major event that should be imprisoned in Azkaban."

He nodded and closed the door with strong sound insulation effect: "Then you should be filial."

James continued to pour water on his mother absent-mindedly, looked at the table, and saw Ola getting more and more relaxed. He pretended to shake his hand and sprinkled it on the table, almost wetting the documents of the sports department.

But what James wondered was that it was an out-of-print Holyhead Harpies pen that was all soaked, and his mother didn't like this team at all.

But Ola's face paled: "Hurry up and bring Mommy's wand!"

Her face was covered with lotion, and she almost fell on her eyes, so she could only close them tightly.James pretended to find the godson wand, shouted 'OK', and quickly opened the surrounding drawers - usually he couldn't enter the office.

"Quickly," she cried, "quickly, give me the wand!"

James buried himself in the search: "Okay, let me see if there is any in the drawer?"

"Not in the drawer!" Orla screamed. "My wand is on the shelf!"

He hummed, quickly found the Marauder's Map that he had been looking for for several days, and stuffed it into his arms, then picked up the wand and gave it to the screaming Ola. Ola waved at the messy desktop, and everything returned to its original state immediately. Even water stains.

"James!" Ola puffed up his face angrily, "What's the matter with you! Almost sent my documents—"

James said skillfully coquettishly: "I'm sorry, oh, I didn't mean it, mom, don't be angry, you will get wrinkles when you get angry, and you won't be beautiful if you get wrinkles, and Harry doesn't like you anymore."

Ola scowled.

"But my mother is still very beautiful in her [-]s and [-]s," he said sweetly, "My mother is the most beautiful witch in the world. Mom, don't be angry, James knows it's wrong."

James lifted the back of her hand for a loud kiss.

Aura's face loosened a lot, and sighed: "You go, I'm upset watching you."

He cheered and left, and Harry stood outside the door with his arms crossed, raising his eyebrows at his gray-blue eyes, as if he already knew what was going on inside.

James ran away laughing, not giving Harry a chance to scold him, he was in a hurry to write a letter to Sirius.

Dear Padfoot:

I just did a prank, but I won't reveal the details.

Just to confirm one thing, do you think Harry will give me the Invisibility Cloak for night travel?If not, can you enlighten me with some of your past successful pranks?

And, in a few days, it will be the furry little secret of the moon face, take me to watch it, please.

Your dear, little prong.

Written on August 8th.

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Dear little prongs,

It has to be said that you are as brave as your grandpa, love to challenge the rules, and succeed at every prank.

But sadly, I couldn't believe what I said next, and one day I actually said this to someone - can you just be honest and stop breaking the rules.

Have pity on the heart of an old man who is nearly fifty years old.

Love your Padfoot.

Written on August 8th.

Today is the 2010 Great Britain and Ireland Quidditch Cup. James put on the badge of the Ballycast Bat Team early in the morning, and Harry entered the box with his friends in a low-key manner.

"In Aunt Hermione's and Uncle Ron's boxes?" Harry asked. "Sister Rose is here too."

James shook his head contemptuously: "Who wants to stay with such a naive little girl? I'd rather be with Johns McMillan."

His head was suddenly rubbed by a pair of big palms, "What evidence do you have to prove that you are James Potter?"

"I'm the only one born who doesn't cry when I see you!" James turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Sirius with a serious face. "You have an Animagus with a big black dog, whose nickname to me is Little Prongs."

Sirius sternly: "Be vigilant at all times!"

"Okay, sir!" James said with a serious face, "All follow your instructions! Be vigilant at all times!"

Harry shook his head helplessly: "Going, James?"

"Sirius and I are too lazy to go to your box to talk about politics!" James rolled his eyes in disdain, "What kind of pure blood, what kind of hemp, what kind of house elf, what kind of interests, go away!"

At this time, the platinum boy who was held by his parents calmly ran out from the crowd. He bumped into James and said angrily, "Why are you like a cockroach in a pile of cockroaches, everywhere?"

James clenched his fists angrily, "Scorpius!"

Sirius took his hand, shook his head at him, and went directly to the separate box above.

"...Today is the Ballycus Bats vs. Holyhead Harpies," Ola presided over the stage, "The captain of the Holyhead Harpies, Weasley, has selected several good female players. , among them is Chaser Martha Gower who scored [-] goals in the small European Cup, and she is expected to break into the European League..."

When Mad-Eye saw James coming, he smiled kindly: "James, why are you here so late today?"

"This is my grandson!" Aalto emphasized angrily, "My grandson, you lame old man."

Teddy, who was three years older than him, looked over lazily, "James, have you seen Victoire Weasley?"

James shook his head, looking at the blue sky with great interest.

Sirius put his hand on his shoulders, chatted with Tonks and Lupine beside him, and asked by the way: "Tonks, you spend all your wages on Wolfsbane potion, and don't you usually take on a side job?"

"The werewolf law has been reformed," Lu Ping said without raising his eyes, "Padfoot, can you pay attention to current affairs?"

Tonks smiled: "Is Sirius planning to marry his new girlfriend?"

"Padfoot doesn't like Isamatova," James muttered. "Padfoot said he was going to ride around the world on a motorcycle, right? I'm going to be as cool as Padfoot when I grow up!"

Sirius smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Sure enough, only James knows me best in the whole world!"

They continued to watch the game, but the Balikas bat team was obviously not in good shape. They lost seven goals as soon as they came on the field. James' gray-blue eyes showed more and more disappointment. He proudly tossed the Harpy team badge.

James shook off his hand: "I'm sorry, Sirius, I have to go around!"

Sirius nodded, and sure enough, he saw Scorpius, who he knew nothing about.

"Scorpius," James said, looking up, "why do you support the Holyhead Harpies? Are you a sissy?"

Scorpius looked back unsurprisingly, "Dead cockroaches, it's better than you supporting the Balikas Bats team. I've almost lost two games. You like trash, don't you?"

Edwin Nott smiled sarcastically.

"Probably so," said Edwin. "Want to play football, Potter?"

Scorpius sneered, "I guess you will lose again. Last time, everyone was given [-] for nothing. It seems that you didn't inherit any of my godmother's Quidditch skills, did you?"

"Just you?" James snorted coldly. "I was last year's Junior Quidditch Seeker Champion."

Johns tugged at their sleeves, "Forget it, Edwin, Scorpius, your father will be angry if we quarrel later."

Scorpius nodded reluctantly.

"Hey, that yellow-haired guy," he yelled at the ordinary standing ticket in front, "this box is for you, we go to sit in the front, as for you, James, don't come here again to cause damage!"

James clenched his fists, "Scorpius, when I get to school, I won't knock you Slytherin down. My last name is Potter!"

"It's a pity," Scorpius drawled, "you'd have a hard time beating me at football."

He left with a few friends.

And James stepped on the railing depressed, not understanding why he couldn't make good friends with a boy of the same age, and always surrounded by younger girls.

If this goes on, he will become a sissy.

He's not Uncle Allen!

A father and daughter with blonde hair came up, and a little girl with pale blonde pigtails stood beside him, and James didn't bother to look at them.

The Balicas Bats couldn't have lost worse.

James angrily smashed his sandbag-sized fist against the railing, making a loud crash, causing several fans to turn their heads and stare at him in dissatisfaction, while the little blond girl next to him cried.

"What's wrong?" He was annoyed by the noise.

The little blond girl pointed at the watch on his hand with tears in her eyes, "Yes, it's the little arrow, my mother's."

"What's your mother's?" James asked irritably, "Is this a limited-edition Appleby Arrows watch? I bought it for ten Galleons!"

The little girl cried: "It belongs to my mother! You stole my mother's watch!"

"I didn't steal it!" James exclaimed. "Am I short of these few pieces of gold?"

The little girl cried and fussed, "This is my mother's watch!"

"Did you make a mistake?" James said arrogantly with one leg up on the railing. "My father is Head of Law Enforcement, my mother is Head of the Quidditch Union Headquarters, my Aunt Hermione is a popular candidate for Minister of Magic, my Uncle Ron is the owner of the joke shop in Diagon Alley, and my maternal grandparents are Secretary of State. long……"

"...I also won the Quidditch Cup of the Junior Team last year, and I still need your money! I still need to steal it!" He was arrogant.

He doesn't yet know that his father is the savior.

"I'm sorry," the blond man who had been standing silently said bitterly, "My wife was a player for the Appleby Arrows. She passed away unfortunately last month. Anna has been unable to accept it..."

Anna continued to cry, "You gave back my mother's watch, you are not allowed to wear it..."

James sighed.

"Okay, okay," he took off his watch and coaxed stiffly. "This is what I stole from your mother, take it."

The little blond girl next to her was silent for a moment.

The aerial game was still going on fiercely. James put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the result of the game in despair, knowing that he was a stinky gambler.

As a result, his cheek was suddenly touched by a wet kiss.

James looked at the little blond girl in surprise, screaming in his heart, it's over, another one will come.

"...Spinnett's Snitch pass went wrong and went to Kool on the bat team, ok, a beautiful sloth hugging a tree and rolling! Kool got the ball from Spinnet! Kool scored!"O La's voice came clearly, "Currently, the score between Holyhead Harpies and Balikas Bats is 270 to [-]!"

"Where's James?" Harry asked Sirius who had just entered the box.

"He ran away," Sirius said, "It's not like you don't know, how can he have nothing to do, he ran away when he saw someone he knew."

Harry sighed: "It's not worrying at all."

The 29-year-old director of the Department of Legal Enforcement straightened his sleeves and stared at the sky with gold-rimmed glasses. Compared with his youthful face before, he was a little more mature and stable. The crooked HJP was embroidered on every corner of his clothes.

"Pass the ball! I really appreciate the calm and calm attitude of the Balikas Bat Team members in the face of the Golden Snitch!" Aura's voice was a little excited, "Beautiful! A deceptive fake! Snitch thrown in the Harpys!"

"Are you still going to have one?" Sirius asked.

Harry shook his head.

Sirius twitched his eyebrows, "I thought you preferred a big, lively family."

"I like it," he said, "but Ola's body is more important, and besides, Ron and Hermione only had one child. In the post-war baby boom, we are not isolated."

Sirius looked at the table, and Ola was concentrating on explaining the game, earnest and charming.

"I'm liking Orla more and more now," said Sirius. "Do you know why?"

"Why?" Harry asked.

With his hands on the railing, Sirius showed the smile of this golden bachelor who was named as the top ten most attractive moments in the UK by Witch Weekly.

"Not only did she make my godson happy," Sirius said, "but she made me meet my James, even after 19 years."