The Quartet and The Marauders: The new time line.

The Quartet And The Marauder's: The New Time Line
Chapter Eleven: Always Daddies Little Girl


The day James had been imagining for the last nineteen years had finally arrived. His first born daughter was getting married and getting ready to start a family of her own. James would always see Acacia as his baby girl, even when she became a mother to her own children, she would still and always would be his baby girl. Just like Harry would always be Lily’s baby boy, regardless of the fact he was the father of Ten beautiful children, and the mate and husband of one Remus Lupin.

The day had finally arrived. Acacia Lily Potter was going to have the wedding she had dreamed of having since she was a little girl. She had even succeeded in finding and falling madly in love with the man of her dreams. She had fancied Seamus Finnegan like rotten from the very first moment she laid her eyes upon him.

He had come to visit Harry over the summer holidays just before his and Harry’s fourth year. She Remembered being thirteen years old and thinking she had seen a God when a tall slender boy with brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen staring right back at her. Blue eyes full of warmth and their constant Mirth. She had felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine to her toes when she had first heard that knee weakening Irish voice that belong to the gorgeous Irishman.

Her mother Lily was currently finishing curling her daughter’s hair, before she pinned the curls on top of her head with little pins with colourful stones on them. She left a few curled strands to frame a face that was a younger replica of her own, only she had her fathers raven hair. Ginny then proceeded to apply her make up and Hermione dealt with her nails, giving her a French manicure and pedicure.

Mean while Ron was silently cursing his oldest son Harry. Ron was currently chasing said six year- old down the hall way where he was attempting to escape the clutches of his father, or in biological terms his mother.

Ron had been trying to coax his son into wearing his socks and shoes. Harry was very much like his other father in that sense. Both loved to roam around in their bare feet.

Whilst Ron was dealing with Harry, Sirius was having a miniature war with Harry's twin sister Amelia better known as Mia. She was currently being chased by her father who was armed with a hair brush.

Sirius told his daughter sweetly "Come on sweets I promise you'll look pretty like a princess if you allow me to brush your hair. Plus if you come willingly I will see about getting you that doll for your birthday."

Mia suddenly stopped and eyed her father suspiciously from between narrowed eyes that frighteningly resembled Ron's. She suddenly smirked and stepped towards her father and replied flatly "Ok you’re on, but if you don't come through I'll tell dad what you did to his favourite shirt. You know the orange one."

Sirius eyed his oldest daughter in disbelief. Sirius shook his head in total disbelief wondering how the tables had some how managed to be completely turned on him and by his six year old daughter of all people. Sirius realised that that was something he would have done, his little girl had turned his own antics and bribery against him.

Sirius eyed his daughter in a whole new and different light as he gently pulled the brush through her waist length jet black curls. Sirius thought amused as well as with pride, that his daughter was definitely her father’s daughter. She was without a doubt a female version of her father when he had been her age.

Sirius looked up when he heard an excited squeal followed by hysterical giggles, the excited squeal having come from a running Harry who was in the process of being chased by a pissed looking and red faced Ron, he who was armed with a pair of socks and shoes. The fit of hysterical giggles had come from Mia who was eyeing the chase between her twin and their other father with delighted amusement.

Sirius couldn’t help it and let a bark of incredulous laughter, as he snagged Harry up into his arms, as the little boy ran near to him in mid sprint. Ron growled. He bestowed a glare of death upon his laughing husband, as he held onto a squirming Harry.

Ron grounded out between clenched teeth “Merlin Padfoot, he’s got you blasted habit of hating wearing his socks and shoes, it’s like a miniature scaled war just to get him to even wear them, that’s of course after you’ve caught him, which is by no means a picnic mind you.”

Ron turned to eye his daughter after he’d passed their son’s socks and shoes to Sirius who proceeded to cover an evidently resisting Harry’s feet with said items, he noted Mia’s hair had been brushed. He of course knew of her dislike of having her haired brushed, it was as bad as Harry’s hatred of anything that would cover his feet.

But he knew he was to blame for her dislike of a hair brush, seeing as it was a sure characteristic of his own when he had been a child. But he had grown out of it by the time he went to Hogwarts, he just hopped that would be the case with Mia also.

He eyed his husband who had completed the task he him self hadn’t been able to. He asked dryly and knowingly. “Tell me Padfoot, what was it you bribed her with this time, if she willingly consented to having her hair brushed without a fight?”

Sirius merely smirked at him and winked. Ron snorted and shook his head and waved his hand off handily in Sirius direction and commented dryly. “In second thoughts, don’t bother, I know it is something I don’t want to know or won’t approve of.”

Ron grumbled as he suddenly thought of their other children and the habits and traits he and Sirius had already passed onto Harry and Mia. “Thank Merlin Padfoot, that our other six children have not inherited any of our annoying habits and dislikes.”

Sirius chuckled “Yeah imagine if Avril or Stuart inherited some of our less then desirable habits?” Ron shuddered at the mere thought, knowing exactly what kind of habits their children could inherit from him self and Sirius. It would be bloody murder.

Mean while at the Potter-Lupin residence Trinity growled “No, no way am I wearing those hideous robes, forget it.” Remus sighed and replied almost pleadingly, as they had been having this argument for the past hour and a half “Come on Trinity, it’s not all that bad, if it makes you feel any better I could always adjust the colour if that’s what’s bothering you.”

Trinity pondered this for a moment then said unhappily “Fine as long as you change them to dark purple, then I’ll wear them, other wise no. I won’t where pink, not gonna happen.”

Harry walked in room with Kayden in tow as he commented “Oh honestly Trinity what exactly is it you’ve got against the colour pink? I figured all little girls liked the colour pink.” Trinity grimaced in revulsion as she replied “It’s just so bright and hideous, besides Portia Malfoy is addicted to the colour and she looks like a starved pig.”

Harry and Remus began to choke violently, that being the only way to cover up their laughter. Kayden on the other hand had no such qualms and doubled over and howled with laughter. James entered the room and turned to the only other person in the room who was clearly not in a state of hysteria.

Trinity grumbled “I don’t see what’s so funny, I only told the truth. Portia Malfoy does look like a starved pig in the colour pink.” That did it Harry and Remus couldn’t help it, they let lose and joined their son and howled with laughter, that shook their frames violently, as tears of mirth streamed down their faces.

James quickly clutched his hands to his mouth and shook with silent mirth, to the point where he was shaking violently and his face was bright red with the strain of his silent laughter.

Lily entered the room having heard what her granddaughter had said and shook her head and smothered a grin of amusement as she took the much hated garment from in between Remus’s lacks grasp.

She turned to Trinity and grinned as she asked “Well, seeing as you dislike the colour so much, how about you tell me which colour you would prefer.” Trinity grinned happily and replied “Dark purple, I want dark purple please.”

Lily sighed and asked “How about a compromise sweet heart? How about a slightly lighter shade of purple? Just because it happens to be lighter, won’t change the fact it is still the colour purple.”

Trinity looked thoughtful before nodding and conceding. “Ok. As long as it’s still purple.”

AN: Ok there is one more chapter left; Acacia still needs to marry Seamus. Then it will be onto the sequel. The sequel with be based around the children attending Hogwarts, and the lives of Harry and the others. And finally it will become clear as to how all those families will become connected.