Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

sarcastically.
"Actually, I'd like to hear it," said Andromeda, "I've only heard parts of the story, and I wouldn't trust
what was written up in the prophet."
By now, everybody was listening. "Well, it started…" and Ron was off, telling the whole story of first
year and how he, Harry and Hermione had gotten the stone, with occasional interjections by Harry and
Hermione.
By the time dinner was over, an hour and half later, Harry was just finishing the story, telling
everybody what had happened in the last room. "As I blacked out I heard a voice, Dumbledore. The
next thing I remember was coming too in the hospital wing. Dumbledore was there, he told me that
Voldemort had left Quirrell and that Quirrell had died. Then Hagrid came and gave me a photo album
of my parents, and that's pretty much it."
The table was silent, except for Teddy's soft cooing, "Well, that certainly fills in the gaps quite nicely,"
said Andromeda.
"Yes, it does," said Mrs. Granger, "Hermione never told us about the potions." Mrs. Granger was
staring at her daughter.
Hermione felt like she was getting smaller, sinking into her seat. Again, she was amazed at the fact that
her parent's anger could scare her after what she had gone through in the fight against Voldemort.
"Well, with all the excitement afterwards she probably forgot," said Ron, "I know I didn't like telling
the story right after it happened, it was traumatic. I'm sure Hermione told you once, and told you fast,
and then never mentioned it again." Ron hopped this would convince them, he didn't want to have
Hermione's parents mad at her, not right now.
"Well…" Mr. Granger didn't look completely convinced, "ok, that works for me." Luckily he left it at
that. "How about that game of chess?" he asked.
Harry, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all waved there wands, sending the dishes flying into the kitchen to
clean themselves. Then everybody crowded into the living room to watch Ron and Mr. Granger play
chess.
As Harry was settling down into one of the over stuffed chairs, Ginny plopping herself in his lap,
Andromeda came up to him, a cranky Teddy in her arms, "I'm sorry Harry, Teddy is getting anxious I'm
going to put him to bed and then I'm going to bed myself."
"No need to apologize," said Harry, rubbing Teddy's head. "Good night."
"Night Andromeda," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Good night Molly, Author," said Andromeda nodding to each in turn.
Mr. Weasley just nodded already engrossed in the Chess game that hadn't started yet.
Once the game started everyone in the room fell silent, the only sound that could be heard was the
clacking of chess pieces and the breathing of all 12 bodies sitting in comfortable chairs.
After a while Harry looked at his watch, it had been nearly an hour since the game had started and there
were very few pieces on the board. Ron seemed to be winning, that is if you went by points. The room
was still quiet and except for Fleur, who had fallen asleep with her head on Bill's shoulder, everybody
was still paying attention to the game with unfailing interest.
Every once in a while Mr. Granger would mutter something like, "using the Kolinsky defense," or "ah,
the Gorbotroph offense." At these times Ron would give him an oddly skeptical look, but Mr. Granger