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Harry’s eyes brightened. “Oh, now I remember…” he said. “You were with your mum last year, when I wasn’t sure how to get to the platform…” He was nervous during his time at the platform, not sure why there was a need to run towards the wall but seeing as how Fred and George did it without a scratch, Harry was glad he too was able to get there in time.

Harry wasn’t sure what to comment about the “blood traitor” bit, considering he stood up for Ron whenever Malfoy attempted to get him riled up. At first he wasn’t certain what the term meant but overtime, he found out that it was pretty much a slur.

“You’re not. Your family is great.” he said, looking into the fire. He hoped Ginny wasn’t going to suffer as much, although Harry have to admit. Slytherin or not. Being liked or not. He was completely happy being here at Hogwarts. it felt more like home to him that Privet Drive and he wanted to make the most out of it.

Ginny’s lip twitch became a full on smile as she started to remember the boys face. He was right she had been there last year with her mum and brothers. She vaguely remembered a boy her brother Ron’s age asking for help getting onto the platform. “Yeah,” She said softly, remembering it as if it happened a million years ago. “I remember that. Just be glad you didn’t ask Fred and George, They probably would have put a charm on your trolley to make it so the thing could go through the barrier.” She said with a slight chuckle. Her brother’s weren’t bad people they just enough laughing at things like that. Life should be amusing is something they always said to her.

“I definitely like them.” she said wistfully, growing bored of sitting here and talking even if this boy was as nice as she could expect in this house. Life should be amusing, repeated in her head over and over again. She turned a 180 on the couch to face the boy head on, his eyes on the fire as if he were expecting it to come alive. “Do you want to get out of here. these people are annoying and you seem half decent. I could really go for some pudding.”

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Up in the Air | 2017

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George beat Roxanne into the kitchen by a minute, giving Angelina a kiss on the cheek. Her mouth bended into a grin on its own as her husband took a plate and shoveled some eggs and bacon onto it, and put two pieces of toast in the toaster. It had been a gift from his father. 

Roxanne stumbled in afterward, wordlessly yanking a piece of bacon and putting it into her mouth. Angelina chuckled. She had been just like Roxanne in the mornings- barely able to function for the first half an hour she was awake, and definitely not before she had eaten and gotten some coffee. Then she had two kids and she had to learn how to be awake at literally any time of the day or night. Those had been hard transition times for both Angelina and George. 

Freddy was the last to arrive, already dressed and ready for the day. He ruffled his sister’s hair and grabbed two pieces of bacon. Merlin, that boy could eat. And he was an early bird, for sure. Angie had no idea how he got that quality. 

“So I was thinking,” Angie said as she casually munched on her breakfast. “That we could get the brooms out and play a bit of a Quidditch game? It’s been a while since we played as a family.” 

Her faculties came back to her slowly as she sat there chewing on her bacon. She felt the hand in her hair before she even noticed her brother had come in the room. She swung her fists in his direction, mostly missing him but catching the side of his wrist with her one hand. She felt slightly ashamed by her lack of accuracy but considering she was still half dead to the world she couldn’t be bothered to care more then for a fleeting moment.

Finishing her piece of bacon Roxanne made her way towards the full pot of coffee and poured herself a cup. She started drinking it quickly before her Father could put up too much of a fuss. It was definitely a black coffee type of morning. As soon as the warmth of it touched her lips she felt a bit more with it. she only just caught the tail end of what her mother had been saying, but it was enough to piece together the rest. A cheerful smile spread across her lips as her father finally saw what she was doing. She had never seen the man jump up from a meal as fast as he did then and took the cup of coffee out of her hands. “Any reason to knock some people off their brooms.” Roxy said in jest, looking pointedly at Freddy.

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Together Forever [1914]

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Ah, the pond. It made Tina’s heart ache at the mention of it. She, equally, never wanted to go there again and wrap it up in her pocket and take it with her everywhere. But she took Queenie’s hand and they went for it. Tina was determined to leave all of her worries behind, for just a little while. 

They crossed a not very busy street and walked down a somewhat steep hill to reach the little pond, shaded by a weeping willow, with a nice little bench. Tina always preferred to sit on the grass, so that was what she did, sighing. “What are we gonna do, Queenie?”

Seeing the willow tree in the distance made Queenie’s heart swell and burst. the memories of the last time they were here were still very present in her mind. she could feel her mothers laughter as Queenie chased around the ducks trying to get them to eat out of her hand. It was a bitter sweet memory and for a brief moment she regretted pulling the two of them in this direction.

But it was that feeling, like mom and dad would come around the corner chasing their daughters that made her feel closer to them. If she closed her eyes and sat beneath the willow tree she could imagine they were just sleeping in the grass.

Queenie ran to the Willow tree, right pass the bench they use to sit at and leaned against the tree. the bark rough against her bare arms. she glanced over at her sister who had plopped down in her normal spot in the grass and offered the girl a small smile. She had alot of answers even to questions she never wanted to ask, but she had no idea how to answer her sisters question. She chewed on her bottom lip and kicked at the dirt mound near the tree. Her pearl white flats growing dirtier with every move.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out Tina. We are the Goldstien girls. there is nothing we can’t do if we are together.” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “For now. Do you want to build a sandcastle?” she asked pointing to the small patch of sand around the man made pond.

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First Meetings

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For Regulus, Platform 9 ¾ was nothing special, but watching the girl experience it for the first time made him appreciate it a bit more. He saw his own family out of the corner of his eye, Sirius and their father yelling at each other while their mother watch disdainfully, and Regulus shrunk back a bit, hoping not to be seen. 

He smiled back at her. “No problem,” he replied. “Nice to meet you. I’m Regulus Black. D’you need help with anything else?” 

He would have to go back to his family at some point before he boarded the train, since they had his trunk, but he wanted to put that off for as long as he could. 

Regulus, she repeated the name in her head. She had never heard anything like it but it seemed to fit the dark haired boy in a way. Unlike her name. You say daisy and you expect a girly girl, or some hippie neither of which fit her in any way. she didn’t like skirts and dolls and she just did not have as much respect for the outdoors as the normal flower child would.

She knew the moment she told the boy she was good he would walk away, leaving her alone once again. In this place full of happy familys and mothers and fathers saying good bye to their children she suddenly felt desolate.

“I don’t suppose I do.” she said honestly unable to think of a single reason to keep him around, at least not one that made any sort of sense. “But I don’t quite want to be alone. Would you like to walk around and talk? You could tell me about this world I’m in now...” She asked, her eyes pleading and full of hope her would say yes.

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Up in the Air | 2017

“Alright, Weasley squad, up and at ‘em!” Angelina tied a bandana around her curly hair as she shouted for her family. It was summer break and it was the absolute perfect day for a game of Quidditch. She had been making bacon and eggs, so between the smells of breakfast and her shouting, her husband and children should all be awake by now. “George! Roxanne! Freddy!” She shouted, dishing up plates. Where were those kids? 

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Roxanne had a problem with change the first few days back home after school were always the hardest. She couldn’t sleep for the life of her. It was three nights of tossing and turning while trying not to grow paranoid about having homework that was due the next day. 

This summer break was no different. She spent the majority of the night before sorting her socks while waiting for sleep to over take her. She wasn’t sure when she actually fell asleep but it was late into the night. The Smell of bacon rose her from her slumber slowly. Her mums yells were not so kind. she jerked fully awake, peeling herself off the floor of her bedroom. a piece of parchment stuck to her face. Still trying to force herself awake Roxanne peeled the parchment off and got to her feet. the summer heat was already rearing its ugly head. It was way too early to be this hot out.

She knocked into her older brother as she started down the stairs. Freddy was much more awake then she was. He said something to her but she could only grunt in response as she passed him on the stairs. She had always been much faster then her brother which helped because the boy was a garbage can when it came to food. if she wasn’t faster then him he’d eat all the good stuff. that was not happening today. Roxy wanted the bacon more then she wanted to go back to sleep.

As soon as she walked into the kitchen she saw her mother standing there, waiting. Roxanne attempted to say good morning but in her current state she wasn’t even sure the words she was saying sound like english. she stole a strip of bacon and quickly shoved the entire thing in her mouth. The sweet grease doing more to wake her up then anything else. “Freddy was right behind me.” she slurred slightly, more confident in her ability to speak.

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Sisters by birth, Friends by choice

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Though Tina was the older sister, with Queenie’s unique abilities, sometimes it seemed like she had more years on Tina. The brunette didn’t mind. Sometimes it was nice to not have the pressure of being the oldest sibling. She saw it as they were sharing the responsibilities- especially now that it was just the two of them.

A half sigh, half laugh bubbled out of Tina. “Absolutely. Come on. All the aunts are distracted. I think the food is late or something dumb.” She took Queenie’s hand and they slipped away from he grave, and out the gate of the cemetery. They might be in huge trouble later, but maybe not. Maybe grief would give them a pass this time.

The small blonde girl smiled upon hearing her sister’s laugh, even if it was a small laugh. It had seemed like the last few days had stretched an eternity and for some reason Queenie just could not recall the last time she had heard Tina laugh.

Her smile grew brighter as Tina pulled her away from the grave. she didn’t dare tell her loving sister that she had been the reason the food was late. That would be a story for another day.

“This way.” Queenie said, pulling Tina down a hidden ally. her blonde hair swishing behind her as she quickly changed directions. “Lets go to the pond.” She offered in explanation. She doubted anyone would look for them there as it was a place they had only just started visiting with their parents.

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First Meetings

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Regulus was glad that they weren’t in a hurry- his parents were always early, and of course Sirius didn’t mind that, it meant he would get to see his new friends sooner. Regulus pushed away the gnawing in his gut and made sure his smile was reassuring. He didn’t want to frighten his new friend. 

Then she nodded, looking confident. “Okay, on the count of three,” he said. “One … two …” the foreman who had been watching them suspiciously was busied with another customer, giving them a perfect opportunity. “Three.” Tugging her with him, Regulus walked confidently forward as though through a doorway and not a wall. 

The air on the other side was warmer, and the scene changed suddenly- no longer were they in a large, drab station with Muggles rushing about with their heads down. The gleaming Hogwarts Express stood before them, stretching down the track. Witches and wizards in all sorts of dress milled about. Nearby, a group of teenage girls were screaming, seeing each other for the first time all summer. A boy chased a cat, trying to get it back in its cage. “See, not so bad, huh?” he asked, turning back to look at her. 

Daisy clamped her eyes shut as the boy led her straight at the wall. She was waiting for the pain that would follow when walking face first into stone but all she felt was warmth. She knew without opening her eyes she was someplace different then she had been a moment before. She squeezed the boys hand once before she willed herself to open her eyes again.

The difference between King Cross Station and this place was a shock to Daisy’s system. She scanned the crowd of families saying good bye to their children with a heavy heart. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the trains whistle blew. She dropped the boys hand to place her hand over her heart.

“My God.” she muttered stepping forward and turning in a cicle slowly to take everything in. “This is amazing.”

Her eyes were wide and full of glee as she looked back at the boy who had helped her not miss this. “Thank you....”She struggled for his name in her memory only to realize she had never gotten it. “I’m so sorry I never introduced myself.”She said finally remembering her manners. “Daisy Hookum.”

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This girl, Regulus decided, was a muggleborn. The first he’d ever met. His parents wouldn’t approve of them speaking with each other, Regulus could picture the sneer on his mother’s face, the one she reserved for lower class people that were beneath the Black family. He was glad she wasn’t here.

Reg couldn’t help but smile at her statement about running into walls. “I promise this is it. I’ve been brought once before, you can trust me.” For an eleven year old, he was very mature, and thought of himself as someone who was trustworthy.

“Here, we can go together. Ready?”

Still staring at the wall, Daisy took her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed. It was a nervous habit she had thought she kicked, but it popped up whenever she was really stressed or worried. She didn’t know if she could trust this boy or if he just wanted to laugh at her walking head first into a brick wall. the boys in her muggle school would do something like that...

She glance back at him, his smile so genuine as he looked at her. His affirmation that he knew what he was doing sounded right. then again his voice was calming on her nerves.

She nodded her head, her red hair bouncing in the no nonsense pony tail she had put it into that morning. She reached out and took his hand. “Lead the way.” 

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Harry laughed at the quip. “if that’s the case then I’m sure I’d have friends here but…” he shrugged as if to say “oh well”.

Harry blinked in surprise when a resounding crack echoed softly and his glasses were repaired to normal. He didn’t even notice they were broken in the first place!

“Thanks.” he said.

“If you don’t mind me asking…who are your brothers?” he asked curiously. She was already boats load nicer than the rest of his house mates, which probably explained why she was less-than-pleased with the results. He wasn’t able to make it to the sorting ceremony, having a house elf block the passageway which meant he had to take the late train instead.

The corners of her lips twitched upward at the boys attempt at a joke. The icy look in her emerald green eyes started to melt as she felt for a moment that maybe she found a kindred spirit in this common room. A feat she never thought possible before that moment.

“It’s no problem.” she said with the wave of her hand as she put her wand back inside her robes. 

Her shoulders tensed back up when he mentioned her brothers. She was 100% certain they were disappointed in her right now, she didn’t exactly have a chance to talk to them at the feast, but their looks had said it all. “I’m Ginny Wealsey, my brothers are all in Gryffindor and I was certain I was going to be too....” she said trying to sound calm and collected but she clenched her fists to keep from blowing up at him. He actually seemed a decent boy. No need to piss him off and screw up whatever friendship they might have later on. Especially because he was looking to be the only person in this house she could stand. she shook her head to rid herself of the self-depreciating comments they were soon to follow her current thoughts. “People in this house would call me and my family Blood traitors, just because we aren’t elitist like the other Pure blood around, but.... we aren’t...” she said not sure what else needed saying. If she had to stick up for her family to this boy she wasn’t sure what she would do.

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Hold your Tongue

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Harry just got back from his unfortunate run-in with some dorm mates. He, for one, refused to stayed in the dorm and even asked Snape if he could sleep in Hagrid’s hut instead.

“Absolutely not.” the Potions Master’s lip curled in amusement. “In Slytherin we meet our real friends, Potter. Forgive my house for not worshipping your…celebrity.”

Not that Harry had any hopes of convincing Snape to give him a chance. But he felt bad after telling Hagrid they couldn’t hang out at night like the used to.

“Oh I’m sure Dumbledore will let ye Harry.” the gamekeeper said positively. “Besides, ye aint breaking school rules. I used to stay on the lower dungeons anyway.”

Harry would much rather sleep in the lower dungeons too but getting on Snape’s bad side wasn’t an option. This might actually be a year where he could play for Quidditch.

Not looking where he was going, he felt himself being pushed back and his eyes immediately drew to a girl with bright red hair. “Er…what?” he blinked and stepped aside. “Brothers?” he asked but then heard “whispers” (loud ones) from a group of Slytherin girls. His hearing caught the name “Weasley” and he immediately connected the dots.

“Cursing on the first day…” Harry smiled slightly and sat in front of the fire. “Don’t worry about them you get used to it.” that wasn’t as helpful but well…it sort of worked for him. Sort of. He still got into fights.

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest like a petulant child. This was not the experience she wanted for her time in Hogwarts. How the heck did the sorting hat think she could possibly be a Slytherin? She had nothing in common with these people. She snorted slightly as the boy who actually spoke to her instead of about her sat down by the fire with her. “Cursing on the first day.... isn’t that how Slytherin’s make friends?” She asked innocently, her soft green eyes doey and full of fire.

She narrowed her eyes at him when he utter his ‘advice’ which was just about as helpful as all the other cliche things her father babbilied to her the day before when she was fretting about this exact situation. “That’s what I’m worried about.” She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. For a moment she actually looked at the boy. Taking him all in for the first time. messy dark hair that looked like it hadn't seen a brush in a while, green eyes hidden behind a pair of busted glasses, and a scar on his forehead in a shape Ginny really couldn’t tell as it was hidden partially by his hair. She didn’t really care about the scar though, she was fixated on the crack in his lenses. She quickly pulled out her wand and pointed it at his face before he could stop her. “Occulus Repairo.” She muttered and watched the crack disappear into thin air.

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Hold your Tongue

The air in her new common room was stale and cold. She felt like all eyes were on her as she took a seat on one of the luxurious couches by the warmth of the fire blazing just feet away. She wasn’t quite ready to head to her dorm and meet her dorm mates. She never thought she would feel so alone in a place so full of life but seeing the looking in all of her Gryffindor brothers’ eyes when she was sorted into slytherin made her feel that way. The whispering and semi racists remarks she heard sitting there were treading on her last nerve. some dark haired girl decked out in green and silver made a snide remark behind Ginny’s back.

“I might only be a first year, but i will curse that tongue right out of your mouth.” She turned around and shouted at the girl knocking into the brown haired boy with glasses who sat beside her. “Sorry,” She muttered to him once she turned back around. “If you say anything about me or my family I’ll curse you too....” she added as a second thought.

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Honestly Remus sort of wished he didn’t invite everyone to his father’s cabin. Not that he didn’t love everyone’s company but he soon realized that despite his attempts of having friends around to ease his nerves, his friends, in fact increased his anxiousness. Because, of course, James, Sirius and Peter knew. Hell, even Lily knew. Everyone knew except maybe Mary who was the only person he wanted to know. One would think that because they knew they would give Remus some time alone with the raven haired girl but not at all. It was the third day in and he had trouble finding any alone time with Mary. It was frustrating to no end. While his boys roughhoused, Remus excused him to some light reading before bed to kept his mind off of Mary. And it worked, falling to sleep a few hours after, dreaming of running in the woods. 

What stirred him was a jabbing – first at his cheeks and then at his chest. He groaned quietly, swatting the hand away with his eyes closed, slowly fading out of his dream state. It was Mary’s voice that woke him, his eyes opening to find the girl staring at him. “Mar..” His eyes scanned the room before looking back at her. “What time is it?” He asked, sitting up, still sleepy. His hair was disheveled and there were crusty bits in the corners of his eyes which he picked at immediately, suppressing a yawn. “Are you alright?” 

Mary wouldn’t say that she understood what a bad idea was until it blew up in her face but she was pretty certain poking this boy awake was a bad idea. One she didn’t really care about when suffering the consequences. The sting of his slap should have clued her in to stop poking him, but she didn’t know any other way to wake him up that wouldn’t also wake up the rest of the house and she did not want to share this time with Remus with the others, as much as she loved her other friends.

She finally stopped her poking when his eyes opened. they were still filled with sleep and drooped slightly as he looked at her. She glanced around the darkness of the room, only illuminated by the waning moonlight that was streaming in through the window and shrugged her shoulders. “Late or early. I think it might be morning. I have no idea though.” She said softly, as if her words would be heard heard all the way upstairs to wake the sleeping Marauders. Lily was waking up no time soon. Mary knew that from experience. “It snowed.” she said beaming brightly, her eyes falling back on the boy who was clearly still waking up. she grasped his hand and pulled slightly. “come on an adventure with me. We can be the first to make our marks in the new snow.” she bounced slightly where she stood. Brimming with excitement like a kid waking their parents on Christmas morning. Snow during Christmas was her gift. She didn’t normally get snow when she was with her parents in Brazil. “Please?”