Harry Potter's Coolest Aunt

Second Task

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"What do you mean you're going home for the weekend" said Hermione indignantly. "Keep your voice down!" said Aishi. "I just need to — need family time, all right?" the golden group was sitting at the very back of the Charms class with a table to themselves. They were supposed to be practicing the opposite of the Summoning Charm today — the Banishing Charm. Owing to the potential for nasty accidents when objects kept flying across the room, Professor Flitwick had given each student a stack of cushions on which to practice, the theory being that these wouldn't hurt anyone if they went off target. It was a good theory, but it wasn't working very well. Neville's aim was so poor that he kept accidentally sending much heavier things flying across the room — Professor Flitwick, for instance. "Do you have to go?" Harry whispered as Professor Flitwick went whizzing resignedly past them, landing on top of a large cabinet. 

"Oh, Shiva, Professor !" Aishi said grabbing a ladder but as she grabbed him they almost went flying again Harry caught Aishi and Theo caught Professor Flitwick." you owe me a date after you return " "I promise" She said "Now put me down"

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"So explain it to me again my dear?" Raja said to his granddaughter seeing Moody and Barty who has Winky holding his leg and sobbing in the living room "Mr. Moody can stay here hiding while Uncle Barry teaches at Hogwarts pretending to be moody." Aishi said "To be fair....we didn't think she would do this " Barty said " Also nice to finally meet the father of the greatest friend I know" 

"Dad I am back with the groceries.......who the hell..." Shiva said "Maman Shiva, this is Mr moody and..." Aishi said  "Barty?" "i assume you already know him...well that clears out...uncle Barry....uncle Barry" She poked him and he fell forward." I think he's broken""How is my dead  ex alive in my living room?" "EX?!" "Where is my shotgun?" Raja said "GRANDPA NO!"

"I think I will enjoy this place," Moody said laughing

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On Monday, she returned and saw her gang reading a note from Harry's uncle Sirius and it was the shortest letter Sirius had ever written to him. Send the date of next Hogsmeade weekend. Harry turned the parchment over and looked at the back, hoping to see something else, but it was blank. "Weekend after next," whispered Hermione, who had read the note over Harry's shoulder. "Here — take my quill and send Hedwig back straight away." Harry scribbled the dates down on the back of Sirius's letter, tied it onto Hedwig's leg, and watched her take flight again. "What's he want to know about the next Hogsmeade weekend for?" said Ron. "Dunno," said Aishi surprising them. She was stuck in a hug for Harry for an hour as breakfast was finished.

. "Come on . . . Care of Magical Creatures." Whether Hagrid was trying to make up for the Blast-Ended Skrewts, or because there were now only two skrewts left, or because he was trying to prove he could do anything that Professor Grubbly-Plank could, Harry didn't know, but Hagrid had been continuing her lessons on unicorns ever since he'd returned to work. It turned out that Hagrid knew quite as much about unicorns as he did about monsters, though it was clear that he found their lack of poisonous fangs disappointing. Today he had managed to capture two unicorn foals. Unlike full-grown unicorns, they were pure gold. Parvati and Lavender went into transports of delight at the sight of them, and even Pansy Parkinson had to work hard to conceal how much she liked them. Aishi was trying to hold down her hyperness "Easier ter spot than the adults," Hagrid told the class. "They turn silver when they're abou' two years old, an' they grow horns at aroun' four. Don' go pure white till they're full grown, 'round about seven. They're a bit more trustin' when they're babies . . . don' mind boys so much. . . . C'mon, move in a bit, yeh can pat 'em if yeh want . . . give 'em a few o' these sugar lumps. . . . "