The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please

[LoveFredWeasley]

Ok, this is my first ever HP fic, and I've posted it on a few HP fanfiction places to see what people think of it. So, please review and tell me what you think. It follows the next generation of Hogwarts, and their lives in Hogwarts.
Also I did some research (I’m a bit weird like that) and I tried to find the birth dates of all the kids, but I swear, Google was rubbish! Therefore, I’ve had to make up some of the Weasley’s kids ages. Please just tell me if they’re wrong!
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The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please
(Part One- Just How It Is)
Lily had possibly never been so uncomfortable in her life. With her face pressed up against the window and her family squashing themselves against her she couldn’t even lift up her arm to wave goodbye to her family, who were taking up most of Platform 9 and 3/4.
Although for a second all the children were together, waving, the second the train had pulled far enough out of the station Lily could once again breathe as her cousins and siblings leant back to sit on the seats or leave the compartment. It was true what the kids in Hogwarts said; the Weasleys and Potters really did dominate the school. They tripled even the second largest Hogwarts family. If you were ever in the Gryffindor common room, you could always find a Weasley. There would always be a red head in there, practically matching the colour of the furnishings.
It was a joke in Hogwarts that Lily found out on her first day of school. That the sorting hat didn’t even think about sorting the Weasleys or Potters any more, it simply heard their surname and shouted Gryffindor. It was true though, actually; Lily swore the hat didn’t even touch her head before announcing her house to the hall.
That was when her problems started.
Because she was sure that, unlike the rest of her family, she didn’t belong in Gryffindor. She wasn’t brave like James, Fred or Albus, she was not quite as fiercely loyal as Hugo or Louis and she wasn’t as passionate or courageous as Rose, Dominique or Roxanne. She was just plain, boring, shy Lily. She didn’t fit in her family of Gryffindor and she didn’t fit in the Potters.
She didn’t even look like them, she was sure. Sure, she had the red hair, but she could never quite work out where she’d inherited her eyes from. And she wasn’t as beautiful as the other Weasley girls had grown up to be. She used to feel somehow more connected to Rose before this summer, because they used to be “the ugly Weasleys” together, but now even Rose was one of the prettiest girls in the school. It had almost happened overnight. One day she suddenly seemed to suit her long hair (the brown inherited from her Mother but the straightness from her Father) and out of nowhere she suddenly looked more feminine. And like that she was a “Weasley girl” and Lily was on her own. They’d only been on the train for ten minutes, and Lily could already feel the change.
People said that, collectively, the Weasleys and Potters ruled the school. And as much as the rest of them wouldn’t admit it, Lily knew it was true. Everyone loved them. Every one of them. And not just because of their surnames. With James and Fred together trying to live up to their namesakes they’d become the most legendary pranksters in the school, although their parents all claimed that they could never beat “that firework day”. Dominique was in seventh year with them, and her rebelling ways combined with her inherited Veela charm made everyone (although admittedly, the boys were certainly more obvious with their opinions) think she was quite possibly the best person in the whole school. Roxanne, Fred’s twin, and her best friend, Louisa Hall (who James had spent the entire four years of Lily’s school life relentlessly asking out) were the first girls to ever be named joint Head Girls in the history of Hogwarts, but (as it said in the letter Lily’s Grandma had read out to the other Weasley children as “inspiration” this Summer) it was “Simply impossible to choose between the two most exemplary pupils Hogwarts had seen in it’s last decade.” Combining that with the fact Roxanne was also dating the head boy, Craig Cunningham, she truly did rule the school this year. Then there was Rose and Albus. Rose was easily the smartest girl in her year, her only competition being fellow Gryffindor and best friend Scorpius Malfoy. And Albus? Well he was the best Quidditch player Hogwarts had seen since their father. Better, actually, because he’d beaten his Dad’s game wins back in fifth year and was now blazing his own record. Undefeated since fourth year. In fact, the only thing Albus really ever got passionate about was Quidditch, other than that he was pretty quiet, compared to his brother and older cousins. Then there was Louis, the only Weasley representative in fifth year. He was the kind of person who didn’t need to make an effort. He had everything handed to him; good looks, popularity, smart... His only failing was Quidditch, which he claimed was a “pointless sport anyway”. Rose and Lily’s Aunt Hermione had always agreed with Louis on this subject, and together they had had many arguments with the rest of the Weasleys about the “necessity of flying”, the longest of which had apparently lasted until 3 in the morning, with Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione still yelling at each other alone with the rest of the family sleeping on the sofas around them. The youngest, Lily and Hugo were the last Weasleys and Potters that were going to be in the school for a good few years. And while Hugo was managing to slowly carve himself a reputation and his own personality by joining the Quidditch team and getting his first girlfriend over the summer, Lily was sure that she was going to be the most disappointing Potter to ever enter Hogwarts. She wasn’t smart, she wasn’t pretty, she wasn’t funny, she didn’t like to cause trouble and sometimes she could be annoyingly shy. The only thing she could do even half right was play Quidditch, but James wouldn’t let her even try to get into the team. Probably to avoid humiliation. She was sure that if she didn’t have her cousin Hugo around, she’d be completely alone in this school, famous Father or no famous Father. She was so unimportant it was almost funny.
It was just who she was. Who she’d always be. And she was terrified that one day the Sorting Hat wouldn’t sing a song, and would instead announce that Lily Potter didn’t belong in Gryffindor. She didn’t belong in her family.
She didn’t belong anywhere.

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“Can’t believe it’s our last year.” Fred sighed from the seat opposite James.
“No me neither.” He replied, shaking his head. Seven years in Hogwarts sure had gone faster than he wanted it to.
“What kind of trouble are we going to cause this year then, eh?”
James had wondered when this would come up. “We’re... um, not.”
Louis instantly stopped eating his packed lunch and turned to look at James in awe. He’d always worshipped him, not that James was complaining. Louis didn’t really seem to worship anyone else.
“You’re not pranking this year?”
“No.”
“Why?” Fred whined.
James bit his lip. He didn’t want to tell the truth; that he was stopping his trouble-causing ways all for some girl. “Just... because it’s our last year. We have to go out and get jobs next year and I don’t want McGonagall to write us bad recommendation letters.”
“But that’s, like a year away!”
“Besides, I think the whole pranking thing’s getting old and... boring.” He lied.
Fred stared, his mouth slightly open. “Boring? Wh... Wait. This isn’t about recommendation letters is it?” His mouth started to turn into a satisfied smile.
James should’ve known that Fred would work him out. Cousins, roommates and best mates; there was nothing Fred and James could hide from each other.
“This is about Louisa! Oh, James let it go!”
“No, listen, I have a plan this time.”
“A plan? So you’ve given up on repeatedly asking her out until she accidentally says yes?”
“Yes. I have actually. You see I talked to Dad.”
James started to explain the conversation he had had with his Father that summer. Having finally had enough of his repeated rejections, he’d turned to his Dad and told him the story of him and Louisa. She seemed to hate him; thinking he was nothing but some sort of womanising trouble-maker, but James just seemed to fall for her harder and harder each year. And what had The Magnificent Harry Potter done when his first born child had told him about his unsuccessful love life? He laughed. He laughed so hard that James wondered if Albus had turned his hair green again while he wasn’t looking.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, checking his hair was still the same old black in the window reflection.
“Just... you reminded me so much of someone.”
“Who? You and Mum?”
“No. My parents.”
James stared back. He knew hardly anything about his Grandparents, considering the fact they died when his Dad was a baby. And he’d always assumed that his Dad knew just as little.
“How?”
“Because my Dad was exactly the same. And I mean exactly the same. He spent all his time causing trouble, and the few minutes he had spare he spent asking out my Mum.”
“How do you know?” James asked, only realising how insensitive he sounded after it’d come out of his mouth.
His Dad’s eyes seemed to glaze over for a second, and then he sighed quickly as if trying to bring himself back into the room. He always did it, whenever anyone mentioned his parents or the war or Voldemort. James was used to it. All the Potter children were.
“I saw it in a memory. Well, I saw it in a few memories actually.”
“Well, I mean, they must’ve got together eventually, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. So what happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh well that’s really useful Dad!”
“I’ve never known, actually. I’ve just guessed. I think Mum realised she loved Dad, and he stopped being such a prat and started treating her like an actual human being. And then it just went on from there.”
“So, what? I should stop having fun and turn all serious and boring. Basically morph into Al... and then I might be able to get Louisa to take me seriously?”
“Number one, your brother is not boring.” James scoffed. “And number two, you don’t have to stop having fun. Just, try and make Louisa see the other side of you; the one that’s not just pratting about and asking her out all the time.”
“...So that’s what I’m doing.”
“So basically you’re turning into a boring sod just for one girl? There are hundreds of girls out there-“
“Says the guy who’s had the same girlfriend since fifth year!”
Fred laughed. “Ok, good point well made. So your seriously not pranking at all anymore?”
“Only a little bit.”
“God.” Fred stood up. “Hope she’s worth it in the end, J.”
“She will be. Where’re you going?”
“Going to find Dom. She’ll definitely want a legendary last year.” He headed out of the carriage and James watch him leave. He wanted a legendary last year as well, but in different ways. It was ok for Fred; he got his dream girl two years ago. He could waste his time all he liked.
“It’s so weird how similar you and Louisa are to Dad’s parents.” James heard from next to him. He turned around to see Lily sat there, looking up at him through her big brown eyes.
“They’re our grandparents, Lils, not “Dad’s parents”. And how long have you been sat there?”
“Ever since we left London.”
James stared down at her guiltily. He hadn’t noticed she was there. She really needed to make more noise sometimes. “Where’s Hugo?”
“Gone to find... someone.”
“Why didn’t you go too?”
“I don’t know them.” Lily shrugged.
“That doesn’t matter. Get to know them, Lils.”
She really was painfully shy. She just shook her head and sighed. “It’s fine. He should be back soon.”
James nodded. “I’ll stay here with you then.”
“No it’s fine. The prefects meeting’ll finish in a minute, so Louisa’ll be out in the train. You want to talk to her, right? Go.”
James nodded and stood up, towering over Lily. He turned to look at Louis and looked at him in a way that he hoped would mean “Stay here with Lily” and then left the compartment, sighing as he shut the door behind him.
His sister was a worry. She’d always been the quiet one, but James’ had just always been sure that one day she would find her voice. But no, it hadn’t happened, and James was beginning to wonder it never would.
“Potter, you need to be changing into your robes soon.” He turned and saw Louisa looking at him, expectantly. She really was beautiful. On a whole new level, even when she was scowling at him.
“Hey Louisa.”
And just like that, all worries about his little sister had been knocked out of his head, and replaced with thoughts of someone else.
 

[LoveFredWeasley]

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The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please
(Part Two- It’s Best Kept Hidden)

“So, what’s your goal for this year then, Rose?”

Rose blinked back for a second; sliding out of the thoughts she always had when she passed the War Memorial monument.

“Oh, erm, well I don’t know. I’ve already beat you in OWL results, so I have to find something else to do better in than you. Maybe I’ll try out for the Quidditch team? Take your place as keeper.” Rose tried to keep a straight face, but instantly burst out laughing at the idea of her playing the Quidditch team, as did Scorpius and Albus. “Or, maybe I’ll just carry on doing better than you in class.”

“You only did better than me in one subject.” Scorpius sulked.

“Yep, and my Dad was oh-so-pleased.”

“Herbology’s a stupid subject anyway.” He mumbled, crossing his legs.

“Aww, of course it is!” Rose joked, pulling a face.

“Oh shut it you two!” Albus whined. “Scorpius, I’m so sorry you only got an E in Herbology, but believe me it’s far better than my P!”

“Sorry, Al.” Rose mumbled. She and Scorp often picked on each other for grades that anyone else would have been exceptionally proud of. It wasn’t really their fault though; they’d had it drummed into them ever since that first day of school when Rose had been told to “make sure she beat him in every test.” Ironically, he’d been told exactly the same thing by his father. It was as if they were expected to become enemies, but had instead become best friends. The competitiveness was still there though, as if they were enemies.

When the carriage (which Rose still swore was pulled by itself much to the debate of her Uncle Harry) pulled up outside of school she, Scorp and Al all hopped out of it and headed straight into the great hall, into the seats at the Gryffindor table that had been saved for them by the rest of the Weasley-Potter clan.

“Hey Scorp, good summer?” Fred asked, almost instantly, from opposite them.

“Yeah, bit boring but that’s what I get for being an only child.”

Fred laughed slightly, then turned his attention back to his girlfriend, Anna Wood, who he had one arm around.

“What about you Hugo, how was your summer?” Scorp asked, turning away from Fred and Anna who were, to be honest, far too close for this time of day.
“Ha!” Rose laughed. “He didn’t even do anything; he spent the whole time outside ‘perfecting his beating skills’!”

“Oh yes, which is far less productive than sitting inside and reading books for exams that you’ve already done!” Her brother bit back, glaring slightly at Rose from across the table.

“That’s not all I did!”

“Oh yes, I forgot the time that you actually went out to Diagon Alley. But wait, wasn’t that to help Uncle George with his accounting? Wow, you rebel!”

“Shut it, you!” Rose hissed back.

“Good comeback.” Hugo replied satisfactorily, before turning back to his conversation with Lily who was sat silently on the other side of him. He had to be the most annoying person on the planet, with the only competition coming from their father every now and again.

“Wow, so clearly you had a fun summer!” Scorp said sarcastically.

Rose looked at him scathingly for a second, trying to think of something witty to say back, but then they were interrupted by the sound of the doors banging open, and First Years pouring inside.

Without saying a word, Scorpius and Rose both placed a Sickle on the table in front of them.

“Normal rules apply?” Scorp whispered.

“Of course.”

“You’re not seriously playing your stupid “guess the house” game again are you?” Al hissed from behind Rose.

“Yep, and you’re keeping score again!” Rose replied, turning to smile sweetly at Albus, who scowled back. He would never admit it, but he secretly liked being the one with all the power in the annual game they played, and Rose knew it.

As the sorting hat sang it’s song, Rose found herself wondering why she played this game with Scorpius every year, even though she would just inevitably lose. You see, she always looked at the people, and decided what they were by just hearing their names or seeing their hair colour. Scorp on the other hand? It was weird; he was able to see inside their minds before even the sorting hat could. He’d always just known where everyone belonged. Maybe he was a Legilimens? (Rose had only just thought of that...) No, it was far more likely that he knew the unusual cases because he was an unusual case. A pure-blood Malfoy could never fit in Gryffindor. But somehow Scorpius belonged there. He fit in with the red and gold common room, and it was impossible to imagine him sharing a dorm with anyone other than Albus Potter.

And that’s why he always won this game.

And Rose always lost this game.

So why did she play it every year anyway?

She knew why. Because every time he guessed someone right his eyes lit up a little bit, and every time a First Year was sorted into Gryffindor he would smile at them welcomingly. The kind of smile that made Rose’s heart beat just that little bit faster. And every now and again, he would turn around so fast to tell Al he’d won that his arm would brush up against Rose’s, and her heart sped up so much that she wondered if she was going to have a heart attack.

Ok, so she was in love with her best friend. It was ridiculous. She was Rose Weasley; she didn’t fall in love. And she knew from experience that she certainly didn’t fall out of love. Because it had always been Scorp. No matter how she tried to change it.

But he didn’t feel the same way. She could bet her life on it. In fact, she could bet her whole family’s lives on it. Because he told her. Well, not in so many words. It was like he didn’t have to say it.

It was back in fourth year, on Christmas Day. Over Christmas Rose was one of the only Weasley’s around, with only Roxy and Fred to keep her company. But she and Hugo had a tradition of getting up as early as they could, and apparently that didn’t change whether she was at home or not. So she’d gotten up, opened her presents, wrapped herself in her dressing gown and gone downstairs, despite it being only 5 in the morning.

So she was alone on Christmas Morning, in an empty Gryffindor Common Room. It was very possible that there wasn’t a more depressing situation to be in. She was so lonely she even missed Hugo.

But then Scorp came in, with his blonde hair all messed up and his eyes still slightly bleary. And Rose smiled, forgetting everything that was depressing about the last second.

“Hey, what are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged. “What about you?”

“I dunno. I guess I always get up at this time on Christmas.”

“Oh yeah, Merry Christmas.” He laughed slightly, walking over and sitting next to her by the fireplace.

“Guessing you haven’t opened your presents yet then?”

“No. Did you get anything nice?”

“Not really. A jumper?”
“Ah, the legendary Weasley jumper!” Scorp laughed slightly again, keeping his voice down to a whisper, even though they both knew that they didn’t need to; they couldn’t be heard upstairs.

Rose nodded, looking down into the fire.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked, placing his hand on hers. She moved her eyes slightly to check if he really had done it, or if it had been an accident, but no; his hand was firmly over hers, grasping her fingers.

“Yeah... Yeah I’m alright I just miss home.”

Scorp smiled sadly. “I never miss home, is that weird? I guess this place is home to me.”

“I don’t miss the house, I just miss the people.”

“Ah, see if I had to, I’d miss my house, not the people in it.”

Rose laughed quietly.

“I’m kind of glad you’re here with me though.” Scorp sighed.

Rose looked up at him, into his big grey eyes, and he just blinked back.

“I’m glad I- Ow!” Rose felt a poke on the back of her head, but turned to see nothing.

She looked up, to see what could’ve poked her, too see Fred’s enchanted mistletoe. And out of the corner of her eye she saw Scorp looking up too.

They both laughed awkwardly, for which they got yet another poke in the back of the head.

“Jeez.” Scorp whined, rubbing his head.

“Yeah, it’s going to keep doing that.” Rose sighed. “Fred enchanted it, mainly to get Anna to kiss him. It keeps poking or slapping until the two people under it... you know.”

“That’s good magic.” Was all Scorp said.

There was a silence. It was awkward, and thick with Rose’s thoughts.

“So we have to... kiss?”

Rose just nodded, biting her lip.

And then before she really knew it, he bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips.

Her first kiss. Was it really sad that it was in fourth year? It didn’t matter to her. Because it was Malfoy. The boy who had been both her obsession and her platonic best friend since the second day of first year. And he was kissing her.

She was so dazed, that she didn’t know how long it lasted. It could’ve been minutes, but it also could’ve been seconds.

When they broke away from each other he sighed, their faces still only inches from each other’s.

“I’m... going to go, try and get some more sleep.” He said awkwardly, standing up.

Rose stared at him, and then just nodded, too stunned to speak.

She watched as he walked away, wondering if he was going to say anything else to her or just leave it like that.

She was so sure he was just going to leave, until he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to the boy’s dorms and turned and looked at her.

He just looked into her eyes.

“Er, we won’t tell anyone about this, yeah?” he stuttered. “After all, it was just the mistletoe.” He said, still staring into her eyes.

She didn’t reply; she just carried on looking at him.

“It was just the mistletoe...right Rose?”

She just nodded, scared that if she opened her mouth she might scream at him. Or worse; cry.

She saved her tears until she heard his door close upstairs.

They’d never spoken about it. Even all these years later. The next morning they had just acted like nothing ever happened.

And that was how she knew he didn’t like her back. “It was just the mistletoe.” No feelings, no love... not even impulse. Just a... plant.

“Hey Rose, you in there?” Scorp smiled at her. She just nodded. “Last one. What do you think?”

She didn’t even look up; knowing that judging by how much she’d been concentrating she’d lost anyway.

“Gryffindor?”

“Seriously Rose? Hufflepuff!”

Sure enough, the hat shouted out Hufflepuff just as Scorp had said it would.

“I win.” Scorp smiled, taking the sickles off the table and putting them in his pocket.

“Yeah, this time.” Rose joked.

“Well, you only have one more year to play!”

Rose was about to correct him; they had to have far more years left in Hogwarts, surely? But he was right. They were sixth years now. Prefects.

And Rose had wasted all six years wishing for one boy. It was ridiculous.

And it was then she decided; this year, no matter what, she was going to get over Scorpius Malfoy. Even if it broke her heart.

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The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please
(Part Three- What You Don’t Know)
James took his place on the sofa by the fire. Although the common room was packed, his half of the sofa was still empty. It was an unspoken rule that he hadn’t even made; it just happened.
He heard calls of “Hey James” from around him, to which he turned around and smiled, saying “Hi” back and asking about people’s summer.
But he didn’t listen to their replies.
His head was somewhere else. His head was in next year.
Next year he wouldn’t sit on these sofas. Next year he wouldn’t be anywhere near Hogwarts. He didn’t know where he’d be next year. Wherever he was, Louisa wouldn’t be anywhere nearby. Next year, his chances with Louisa would be well and truly gone.
And the best bit about next year? Next year he had to go back to being “Harry Potter’s son.” Wherever he went, whatever he did, he’d just be recognised for his surname. And it had taken a whole two years for him to fully lose that title in Hogwarts; it took him two years to make his own reputation. And next year, he’d be right back to the beginning.
“Hey J, you seem a bit away with the fairies.”
Fred threw himself down on the seat on the sofa next to him, pulling Anna down with him onto his lap. It was another unspoken rule; no one sat in Fred Weasley’s seat either.
Dominique sat on the arm rest of the chair next to James, flicking her blonde hair back over her shoulder. It was times like this James was glad he was immune to her inherited Veela genes, as the first year boy walking by her stared for just a little too long and smacked into the fireplace. Fred openly laughed, while James just looked at him sympathetically. Dom didn’t even notice.
“Where’s Roxy?” James asked.
“Gone to the Head’s dorms. Did you know heads had their own dorms!?”
James nodded. “They’re on the map.”
“Never noticed them before.”
Truthfully, James had never notice the Head’s dorms on the Marauders Map before either, until earlier in the evening when he’d been looking for Louisa on it.
“Wait a sec, Roxanne’s sharing a dorm with Craig?” Dom asked.
James nodded, having seen that Craig Cunningham was also in the dorm with Louisa and Roxanne earlier.
“Oooh, poor Louisa! Stuck with those two all night every night.”
Fred gagged. “Seriously, we lay this groundwork down a long time ago, Dom. And you were there. No talking about my twin doing... that.”
“Or doing him.” James added, earning a smack from Fred.
The evening continued from then almost as if they’d never left Hogwarts. They talked lessons, shared information about the Slytherins and planned the next Quidditch win. It was just like the days they’d spent together in the summer, except with Anna added in and occasionally whichever boy had dared to speak to Dom for a few minutes.
Dom and Anna were the first two to go to bed after an hour or two, looking forward to having the dorm to themselves without Roxy and Louisa to share it with. Not that they didn’t like Roxy and Louisa, they just liked the space.
Fred left a few minutes after Anna, after explaining how “brilliant” it was to be reunited with Anna after she spent the summer in Australia with her father.
James just stayed in the common room, in the same seat, watching as it slowly emptied.
It wasn’t long until it was just him, Malfoy, Rose, Al and a group of first years planning on staying up all night to “rebel.”
“Why’re you still awake?” James asked Al. “It’s way past your bedtime!”
“Oh, get lost James!” Al replied. James missed the days when Albus didn’t have comebacks, and instead was just terrified of his older and wiser brother. “Anyway, not that it’s any of your business but we’re going to bed now anyway.”
“We? Since when did you and Malfoy become a couple?!” James joked. Rose laughed, as did Malfoy, but Al just glared at his brother before stomping up the stairs.
“Night Rose.” Malfoy said quietly to Rose from the bottom of the boys’ stairs, to which he received a smile.
James assumed Rose would also go up to bed, but instead she threw herself down in Fred’s seat, which was free now he was safely away from the common room area.
“How’re you doing, James?” Rose asked.
“I feel like I want to leave right now, but also stay here for the rest of my life. Know what I mean?”
“So basically you want what you can’t have, as always.” Rose smiled.
It was weird, but out of all of his cousins James found Rose the easiest to talk to. Maybe it was because she was the least complicated, or at least appeared that way.
“Yeah, you got that right. What about you, what’ve you done on your first day back?”
“Not much.” She shrugged. “I lost the house game to Scorp.”
“Ah yes, how is Malfoy?”
“He hates that you know.”
James looked at her confusedly. “Hates what?”
“Being called ‘Malfoy’”
“Why?”
“Same reason we hate being called ‘Potter’ or ‘Weasley’. It just makes him feel like a miniature of his father, and not his own person.”
“Fair enough. So what, should I call him ‘Scorp’ from now on?”
“No. He hates it.”
“You do it.”
“Yeah, well I’m special.” She stuck out her tongue. “Just, call him Scorpius. It’s his name.”
James nodded, and they both sighed. They didn’t really need to say anything. After all, they’d both stayed up for their own reasons, not to chat to the other.
“Why do you call him ‘Malfoy’ anyway?”
James didn’t know the answer. He’d just always said it. And, since the summer before fifth year, he’d done it with a little bit of hatred. It wasn’t that he hated Malfoy. But he hated that name. Or what it meant, after what he’d found out. Because that summer, after Albus had asked to stay at Malfoy’s house, their father had collected all the Potter children in the living room and told them that they needed to talk...
“Dad, you haven’t answered my question yet!” Al whined, crossing his arms next to James on the sofa. Their father sat opposite them on another sofa, with one arm over Lily’s shoulder.
“Shhhh!” James hissed. He was old enough to know that when his father “needed to talk” to them, he tended to tell them another story about the war, which he never got bored of.
“Ok kids, I don’t want you to behave any differently around anyone because of what I’m about to tell you. Do you understand that?”
They had nodded.
“Especially you, Albus.”
“O...k.” Al said, unfolding his arms slightly nervously.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you going to Malfoy Manor.”
“Why!?” Al moaned, stopping when James glared at him.
“I’m sure you already know of the Malfoy’s family history.”
“They were death eaters.” Lily said simply. She always had a way of adding some sort of simplicity to the war.
“Well, yes.” Their father replied, going quiet for a second like he always did when he talked about the pastr. “And you know that you’re Aunt and Uncle and I went looking for the horcruxes.”
“Pieces of Voldemort’s soul.” Lily added in, as if somehow her brothers had forgotten.
“Right, well, I’ve never told you this before but-“
“Why?” James asked, unable to control himself.
“Well, it didn’t seem important. Anyway we were taken by a group of snatchers-“
“Who?”
“People who were looking for muggles that were on the run and anyone else wanted by the ministry.”
“Ok.”
“Well, we got kidnapped, and taken to the death eater headquarters... Malfoy Manor.”
Suddenly James’ younger siblings had no questions to ask. They just stared.
“M-Malfoy’s house was death eater headquarters?” James asked quietly.
“During the war, yes.”
“Well what happened Dad, how did you get out?”
“A lot of things happened, in that Manor. A lot of things that effected a lot of us.”
“Like what?” Lily asked quietly, while Al just stared.
“Your Aunt Hermione was tortured, while Ron and I were locked away and couldn’t help her. And it’s where Dobby was killed.”
“At Malfoy Manor?” Al asked.
Their father just nodded.
“Were any of the Malfoys there?”
“Draco was.”
“Scorpius’ Dad? Scorpius’ Dad saw Aunt Hermione being tortured at his house and didn’t do anything?”It had taken Al a while to get over it. He didn’t talk to Malfoy for the rest of the summer, but they went back to normal once school started again. Lily told Hugo, James told Fred, Fred told Roxy, Roxy told Dom, Dom told Louis... No one told Rose. Everyone decided never to tell Rose. Because as collected as she seemed, they knew she was fragile. She cried more than anyone else at stories of the war, and went quiet when anybody even mentioned it nowadays. It would do her no good to tell her about her best friend’s family, just make everything harder.
“Dunno. It’s his name isn’t it?”
Rose shrugged. “Yeah I guess. But he’s nothing like his family. He’s in Gryffindor after all.”
“Yeah, I guess.” James smiled.
The room went quiet again for a minute, both of them wrapped up in their thoughts, but then James heard whispering coming from the “rebel” first years.
“Is that James Potter?” One of them whispered.
“My god, it is!”
“Who’s she?”
“Rose Weasley! Hermione and Ron’s son.”
“Oh, they’re so cute together. In the Daily Prophet’s pictures they’re always just so sweet-“
“Yeah, but my Mum says they didn’t even get on when they were in Hogwarts. Apparently they spent more time arguing...”
Rose and James just smiled at each other, knowingly. They were so used to being gossiped about that it was a good source of comedy to them.
“Wow, it’s so weird that they’re actually real. All I’ve done is read about them in books.”
Oh yeah, there were books about them too. They’d counted 36 biographies of their parents, 49 history books based purely on their parents in the war and someone had even written a book about James. All unofficial, of course.
“I wonder if they’d sign my potions book?”
“No!” Rose shouted.
No autographs. From any Weasleys or Potters. It was another rule.
The first years laughed awkwardly, turning around.
And then they heard the portrait hole slam shut.
“You should all be in bed!!”
Louisa was standing by the hole, crossing her arms and glaring at James.
The first years collected their books and ran away so fast that James wondered if they’d somehow apparated.
“Potter. Why am I not surprised? But Rose, I really expected better from you, it’s gone midnight!”
“Sorry Lou.” Rose said hurriedly, practically running to the stairs. “Night James.”
“Night, Rose.” James replied, still sitting in his sofa.
“Corrupting your cousin now are we?” Louisa practically hissed.
“Lighten up, it’s not my fault she stayed and talked to me.”
“And why are you down here and not surrounded by your cronies?”
“They’re not my ‘cronies’, they’re my friends. And I dunno I was just staying down here to... think.”
“James Potter, think? I doubt it.”
James groaned, standing up.
“People can change.” he told her.
“Not people like you.”
“’People like me?’ What do you mean by that?”
Louisa just shook her head. “You should be in bed.”
“Maybe you should give me a chance to change.”
Louisa just stared back. “You should be in bed.”
“Give me a chance.”
“Bed.”
“Give me a chance.”
“Bed.”
“Chance?”
They both went silent, and James just stared into her bright blue eyes. She was simply the most beautiful girl on the planet. Her eyes were the colour of those pictures of the Caribbean sea on muggle postcards, and her hair was such a perfect shade between black and brown, unchanged since the first day he’d seen her at school. It fell into perfect curls, which James was sure that every girl in school was, or should, be jealous of. But the best bit about Louisa? Her smile. Granted, she didn’t actually smile at him much, more glare, but he’d seen her laughing with Roxy and there was simply nothing more breathtaking than her smile. Although her scowl was pretty cute too.
“I’m going to bed.” James smiled, before heading up the stairs.
He was just round the corner of the steps when he could swear he heard a whisper of “Good night Potter.”
He could sleep happy now.
 

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The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please
(Chapter Four- What Am I Missing?)
Lily was first down to breakfast on the first morning back.
She was the first down most days.
But almost everyone else joined her pretty soon, so she wasn’t alone for as long as she sometimes was.
It was weird, but they all ate together at the beginning of the term. Lily knew that it would only be a few weeks before they all started to drift apart, leaving just her. And Hugo, if she was lucky. So she was making the most of it.
The only Weasleys or Potters missing today were Roxanne and Albus. And Scorpius, since he sat with them all in the Hall. But they were always late. Roxanne on the other hand? It was unlike her not to be down for breakfast.
As Lily thought this, ironically, Roxanne and Craig took their seats opposite her. Roxanne, as always looked completely beautiful. She’d perfectly inherited her Mother’s beauty, and looked nothing like her twin Fred, who was the spitting image of his father (and therefore, his namesake). While Fred was pale, ginger and freckly, Roxanne was almost the colour of caramel, and had wild black afro-like hair. If you stood the two of them next to each other no one would know they were twins, but if you spoke to them somehow you would instantly know they were The Second Weasley Twins. This morning Roxanne had pulled her hair back into a messy bun, but still looked beautiful. Lily could never perfect a messy bun; she always looked like she’d just got out of bed. Craig Cunningham was gorgeous too, and he and Roxanne looked perfect together. He was pale, and thin yet muscular, with short brown hair which was the opposite of James and Albus’ as it didn’t seem to stick up everywhere. As he sat down he put his arm around Roxanne, and she turned and smiled back at him.
“You look tired, Rose.” Roxanne told her, looking away from Craig’s eyes a minute or two later. Rose just mumbled in reply. Somehow, after this summer, she managed to look beautiful even when she was tired. And her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail as well, leaving only her fringe hanging down. Dominique’s long blonde hair was tied in messy plaits. When did everyone learn the art of messy hair, and why wasn’t Lily there?
“You do too James.”
“Yeah, and so do you Roxy! I noticed you’d sent Louisa out on night duty; stayed up all night did we?” James was tired, and therefore grumpy, this morning.
In reply, Roxanne and Craig both just looked down embarrassedly.
“Ew.” Fred said, dropping his toast onto his plate and pushing it away.
“Oh Fred, would you please grow up! You’re so immature.” Dom complained.
“It’s not just me!” Fred protested.
Roxanne and Dom just raised their eyebrows in response.
“Ok, fine! Remember that banging you two heard from upstairs that you thought was a ghost on a rocking chair? That was me and Anna!” He smiled, satisfactorily, and from her position from her table Lily could see that James and Fred shared a private high five under the table. Lily was glad, on Fred’s behalf, that Anna had gone over to see her sister on the Ravenclaw table, and so didn’t hear this outburst. Otherwise Fred wouldn’t have had a girlfriend for much longer. Anna was private like that, while Fred simply wasn’t.
“EW!” Both girls reacted in exactly the same way as Fred had, dropping their food onto their plates.
“See.” Fred smirked.
“See what?” Al asked, sitting down at the table next to Rose, Scorpius sitting on the other side. “Hey Rose.” Once again Rose just grumbled in reply. “Wow James, you look rough.”
“Shut it, Severus.” James hissed back. “Scorpius, pass the butter.”
Only Lily would’ve noticed it, but Rose looked up from her food and smiled at James after he said ‘Scorpius’, while Scorpius himself just looked stunned before doing what he was asked.
“So, what delights has everyone else got while I have a free this morning?” Fred asked, smiling.
“I’ve got a free too.” James practically hissed.
“Oh, well, that’ll be... fun?” Fred said, raising his eyebrows at Lily.
“We’ve got History of Magic with Hufflepuff, right Lils?” Hugo asked. He wasn’t much of a morning person, like his sister, and he threw himself back into his food after speaking.
“Yeah.” Lily nodded.
“You can’t fail History of Magic in fourth year.” Roxanne smiled.
“I did.” Louis shrugged.
“Well you shouldn’t fail it in fourth year.”
“Why?” Lily asked.
“It’s all about our parents. Literally ‘and then Harry Potter found the stone, but he wouldn’t have done it if Ron Weasley hadn’t won the giant chess game or Hermione Granger hadn’t worked out the safe potion’ blah blah blah...” Al told her.
“Oh.” Lily wasn’t sure she’d like a year of listening to what her amazing parents had done. She’d heard it all before.
“What about you Al, what have you got?”
“Arithmancy.”
“Rose?”
“Ancient Runes.”
“Ouch.” Fred joked, earning glares from Rose. “Wow, you and James are so much fun today!” he said sarcastically.
Roxanne stood up. “You know, we should be going to lessons now.”
“Oooh, the head girl has had her say!” Fred joked.
“Up. Now.” Roxanne said, threateningly.
“I have a free, I don’t have to go!”
“You’re meant to study in frees! Guys come on breakfast is over, it’s lessons now.”
All the Weasley’s and Potters groaned, none more than Rose, as they stood up. Lily could have sworn she even heard Scorpius moan for a second, which was a surprise considering he was usually comparatively quiet. Meanwhile Craig just stood next to Roxanne and looked at her adoringly.
Lily and Hugo shrugged at each other and stood up.
“Bye guys.” Lily waved at her family, and none of them waved back.
As she and Hugo walked to History Lily took her textbook out and started to flick through it. Pages and pages of it were covered with pictures of her parents and her family.
“Hugo, do you ever worry that we’ll never live up to our parents?”
Hugo bit his lip. “Honestly? Always. And not just our parents. Aunts, Uncles, Brothers and Sisters...”
“Doesn’t it scare you? That you’ll just be this huge disappointment?”
“Yeah. But I’m hoping that as long as I don’t disappoint myself then at least one person’ll be happy with how I turn out.”
“That’s true.”
“Lils, don’t be scared to live, just ‘cause you’re a Potter.”
Lily nodded, and took what he said to heart. She wasn’t going to be scared anymore. Or at least, she was going to try.

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“God, Rose was in a bad mood, right?”
Scorpius just shrugged back at Albus, reading his text book.
“I think she was up with James last night, not sure what they were talking about though.”
Scorpius shrugged again.
Al gave up on all ideas of conversations with him and leant back, eavesdropping on the boys behind them; Dave Finnigan and his “boys” always said interesting things. He could just copy Scorpius’ answers later any way. Although he normally did his own work, but it was the first day back, and he just couldn’t be bothered.
He heard his cousins’ names from the boys behind them, but he was used to hearing gossip about them, especially his brother.
“Dominique Weasley looks even hotter since the summer, who knew that was possible?” Al just rolled his eyes, too used to hearing gossip about his Veela cousin. Scorpius leaned back next to him, having finished the lesson’s work already, only ten minutes into the lesson.
“Is she single?”
“Yeah, always single but never alone.”
Scorpius raised his eyebrows at Al, and Al just shrugged back. The truth was that they were right; Dom was a bit weird with guys like that. She just didn’t need to make an effort, and got bored far too easily. Some people who knew her less well would call her slag or a slut, but somehow it just wasn’t what she was; it was hardly her fault if no one could keep her interested.
“Roxanne’s still going out with Head Boy, right?”
“Yep, according to what I’ve heard.”
“Damn, she’s hot too.”
“There’s just something about the Weasley girls.”
Al just rolled his eyes at Scorpius.
“Even Rose has got fitter over the summer.”
Then Al saw Scorpius do something weird out of the corner of his eyes; he gripped his wand in his pocket. But Al ignored it, assuming that he was just bored of the lesson, and was going to try and set paper on fire under the table again.
“Oh yeah, I noticed that.” One of Dave’s friends replied. “But, would you really go there?”
“Nah, she’s bloody annoying! ‘Please sir, can we have extra work over the summer even though our OWLs are over?’ Bloody hell...”
“Yeah, but still, you’d date her for the body, right?”
“Oh hell yeah.” Dave replied. “Just mess around with her every now and again. Anyone who sleeps with a Weasley’d get written down in some history book somewhere!”
“Think Rose’s list is empty so far then?”
“Judging by what she used to look like, yeah. But it won’t be for long if I’m anything to do with it.”
Almost as if he somehow knew it would happen, Al watched as Scorpius flicked his wand slightly, without saying a word, pointing it behind him.
And then Al heard retching from behind him.
“Professor! Professor! Dave’s just been sick. Eugh, he threw up slugs!”
Professor Wallwork simply looked up from her book, told Dave to go to the Hospital Wing and told his friends to clean up. She then looked around the classroom. “You should all still be working! If you’ve finished just turn to the next page.”
Albus sat forward in his chair, but still stared at Scorpius, who had turned his page and gone back to his work as if nothing had happened.
“Scorpius, what the hell was that!?” he whispered, aware that the classroom had gone comparatively quiet to what it had been before Dave’d been cursed.
Scorpius looked back at him, his blonde fringe falling over his grey eyes. “I dunno, Rose is like my sister. It just... annoyed me I guess, hearing those guys talk about her like she was nothing.” Scorpius shrugged, and went back to his work, as if his explanation was enough.
“Well in case you haven’t noticed she actually is my cousin, but you don’t see me cursing every guy who talks like that about my relatives; I would’ve got every guy in school by now!” Al hissed back. “You’re acting like James!”
“I wasn’t, I was just trying to protect her.”
“Yeah, like James does. Look, none of those guys will ever get within an inch of Rose. She’s not stupid. Everyone talks like that Scorpius; she’s just another girl to them.”
Scorpius looked down. “I just don’t want her to get hurt.”
“Why would she? She’s like Roxy: she’d only ever go for the most perfect guys in the world.”
Scorpius nodded. He seemed almost upset by something Al had said, but Al didn’t know what. Scorpius got like this sometimes; he would just go quiet for a while. Al had never been able to work out why.
“And even then the most perfect guy would have to pass The Test.”
Scorp laughed slightly, still moody about something.
“And even if he passed that, James and Fred would still find some reason to curse him, just to scare him. So you don’t have to worry; Rose’ll probably never be stupid enough to get a jackass boyfriend, and if she does then us lot get to tear him to pieces.” Al smiled, hoping to have cheered up his friend.
He wasn’t sure if it would work. Scorpius was always possessive of Rose. Silly things like when she talked to a boy, he would ask Al if he thought there was “anything going on” between them. Or if she got partnered with a different guy to Scorpius in Herbology, he would always go all quiet and moody and stop fully paying attention to his work. That was why he only got an E in his Herbology OWL; Rose was partnered with Andy Phillips.
Al just figured it was because Scorpius was an only child; so Rose was the nearest thing he had to a sister. After all, Al would probably be equally as weird if Lily was talking to a guy other than Hugo, not that it would ever happen.
“Yeah, I feel pretty sorry for any guy that ever falls for Rose.” Al said finally before stealing Scorpius’ parchment and copying his work.
He heard Scorpius laughing in agreement.
But he didn’t see the worried look that had now crossed his face. 

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The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please
(Chapter Five-Centre Of Attention)
“First day of school. Any good?”
The Weasley’s just laughed as a reply, none of them really paying attention. Rose was doing her homework already, Fred was wrapped up –literally- in Anna, Roxanne and Craig were curled up by the fire, Al was playing chess with Scorpius, Louis was talking to his best friend Jake Thomas, Dom was flirting with a fifth year and even Lily and Hugo seemed to be having their own conversation. James could’ve asked if they’d seen the hippogriff out of the window and probably gotten the same reply.
But James knew his family well. He knew what would get their attention. Well, most of them.
“So, I’m holding Quidditch trials this weekend.”
Everyone, with the exception of Rose and Louis looked up at him. “Really, that soon?”
“Well yeah, I want to be prepared for the first match. I’d bet anything we get Slytherin.”
There were murmurs of agreement from his cousins.
“So, what’s the team looking like?” Fred asked. Although an avid follower of Quidditch, he didn’t play; he was commentator for Hogwarts matches.
“Well, although I obviously have to hold trials in case there’s any new talent-“
“Or you just want to show off your power.” Roxy interrupted.
“Oh yeah like you never abuse your head’s power. Wasn’t the rule of shared dorms that you don’t actually mix...?” Dom teased, receiving groaning from Fred.
“Back to the topic.” James said sternly. “Well, as much as I’d love to, I’m never going to get a better seeker than Al so-“
“Was that a compliment?” Al joked.
“So,” James continued, ignoring his annoying brother. He noticed that, other than just his family, he’d gained a slight crowd around his sofa of Gryffindors listening to the Quidditch gossip. “Probably him for seeker. You still have to trial, mind. And, Anna if you’re not too busy with your tongue down Fred’s throat you’ll do for one Chaser. Malfoy- I mean Scorpius- if you play like you did last year you’re in as Keeper. So basically, I have to find Beaters now Annabel and Sam are gone, and a new Chaser. Hugh, you’re going up for Beater right?”
“Yeah. I was thinking about it.” Hugo smiled.
“I’m thinking about Chaser.” Jake shrugged.
“Why?” Louis asked him, rhetorically. He and Rose shared a smile for a second, before Rose went back to her work.
“Well Dave, Gemma, Alice and Laura have already asked about trials so you guys have competition.”
“I’m persuading Edward to go up for Chaser.” Dom said, slightly dreamily. She had a weird thing for Quidditch players. For the last two years she had watched trials and then gone out with every guy who had attended except, of course, her relatives.
“I really think we’ve got a good chance of winning this year.” Fred smiled, his arm wrapped around Anna. Lucky for him Anna was just as obsessed with Quidditch as he was, if not more. After all, as the daughter of Oliver Wood, Ex England Keeper, she had to be.
“It’s so pointlessly competitive.” Rose said simply, turning the page of the book.
“Don’t you start.” Al joked, turning around.
“What!? I just think it would be far more productive if the houses competed in something beneficial like charms, as opposed to a pointless, masculine sport.”
“Masculine?” Anna asked, raising her eyebrows daringly at Rose.
“Sorry, babe, but face facts, Quidditch isn’t exactly a woman’s sport at heart.” Fred told his girlfriend.
“Don’t let my Mum hear you say that!” James warned him.
“Well, no, I don’t mean girls can’t play it I just mean that they’re not quite as natural- I mean, Quidditch was made for- Oh, bloody hell.” He said, rolling his eyes. Anna seemed to forgive him, as within the blink of an eye they were back to being joined at the lips.
“Right, well I’m off to bed.” Dominique sighed, standing from her seat on the arm rest of the sofa.
“This early?”
“Look, I know you don’t believe in beauty sleep but-“
“Dom’s right actually, we should all be going to bed soon.” Roxy said, getting up and smiling, holding Craig’s hand tightly who was looking at her like a puppy dog.
“Yeah you’re right.” Rose closed her book and stood up.
“Oh, Rose please don’t say you’re going to start being like them and going to bed before the sun’s even down!” Fred whined.
“She needs her beauty sleep!” Dom smiled.
“No! No, Rose, please don’t say we’re losing you to beauty sleep!” James joked.
“Look we’ve all heard the wolf whistles and the sleazy comments you’ve gotten today for some reason.” Fred began. Hugo rolled his eyes, and James couldn’t help but notice that Al and Scorp both squirmed uncomfortably for a second. It was understandable though; James had already heard comments from his year about the “New hot Weasley” but was trying to ignore it with all his might after the week long detentions he’d got last year for cursing someone who winked at Dom. He had a feeling, though it was going to be more difficult with Lily and Rose; they weren’t just his cousins, they were his younger cousins. He decided almost at their birth that any guy that went within a foot of her wasn’t going to last for long. This was very unlike Fred, who seemed much more upfront and uncaring about the attention his little cousin was receiving. “But you don’t need to turn into Roxy or Dom with their beauty sleep!”
“I’m not!” Rose said indignantly. “In case you haven’t noticed, we have lessons tomorrow and we need to start getting back into a routine!”
Everyone just rolled their eyes, so Rose huffed away up to her room.
Somehow, the common room seemed to have substantially emptied in the last five minutes. Anna had disappeared with Dom, Roxy and Craig had left and Rose had stomped away. James wasn’t completely sure when, but Louis and Hugo had left as well so all that was left was Al, Scorpius, Lily and Fred of the Weasleys/Potter clan.
“I think I’m off to bed too.” Al said, standing up.
“When did everyone start going to bed so early?” James whined to Fred.
“No idea. They’re all boring.”
There was a slam from the portrait hole behind them, and then a voice rang through the common room. “Excuse me Scorpius?”
James turned quickly to see Louisa looking over his head at Malfoy, her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders.
“I hope it’s not too late, but Professor McGonagall has asked that you go and see her in her office immediately.”
James turned back to look up at Scorpius, his mouth slightly open.
“As if someone else is in trouble before you James!” Fred commented.
“And you just said they were boring!” James joked back.
Malfoy nodded nervously, and headed out of the portrait hole without a word.
“What’s he done?”
Surprisingly, Lily was the one who asked it. James had forgotten she was even there.
“I don’t know.” Louisa shrugged.
They turned to Al.
“Well I dunno! He cursed someone in class today but McGonagall can’t have found out-“
“Oooh Rookie mistake!” Fred joked.
“Eh?”
“McGonagall can trace spells done in the school. No one knows how, but she can.”
“So if someone’s cursed she can work out who it was.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, so who did Malfoy curse?”
“No one.” Al mumbled. “Anyways, off to bed.”
There were mumbles of goodnights from around, but Al went up to his dormitory without a word.
“I think your brother’s worried about his boyfriend.” Fred joked.
James laughed, but then noticed Louisa glaring slightly at him so stopped.
They sat silently for a second, James, Louisa, Lily and Fred. Fred picked at the side of the sofa, Louisa seemed to stare into space and Lily shuffled her foot.
“James, please can I try out for Quidditch?”
Lily’s voice was tiny, and nervous. James looked up at his little sister from the floor. She was biting her lip nervously and wiggling in her seat.
“No, Lily.” James replied simply.
Her face fell almost instantly, and guilt hit him quickly. He didn’t want to make his sister look so sad.
She didn’t reply, instead she just looked at him through the silence.
“I’m off to bed.” Fred said quickly, almost running to the stairs. He always avoided awkward moments.
Lily didn’t ask why. James kind of wished she would; he had a good reason. But instead she just blinked at him, before walking away.
And the bit that really killed him? He could hear her sobs echoing down the staircase as she ran up them.
“James, why-?”
“Leave it, Louisa.” James shook his head.
He went upstairs to his dorm without another word, slamming the door when he got inside. Bloody little sisters. 

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The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please
(Chapter Six-Making Things Difficult) “Right, ok. I know you told me not to ask, but where’s Scorp? He’s been gone every evening, and he’s not even around now and it’s Saturday!” Rose stomped her foot slightly as she walked, and Al sighed.
“Rose, he’s my best friend-“
“Al, he’s my best friend too! What’s going on with him?”
Al sighed. He really hated Rose for being so caring sometimes. If caring was really the word. Right now it seemed more like nosy. And Scorp had begged him to not tell her. Something about freaking her out or making her angry. Al thought this was all lies; it was really because he didn’t want her to know that she’d beaten him in clean school records.
She was going to find out eventually. She would run around and ask everyone and anyone soon, when she gave up on Al. She may aswell hear it from him; then Al can stop keeping secrets. He was rubbish at keeping secrets.
“Ok, you can’t tell him I told you.” See? Rubbish at keeping secrets.
Rose nodded enthusiastically. She’d been nagging for days and Al could tell she was glad it had paid off.
Al stopped walking, and turned to face her. “He’s in detention.”
Rose’s mouth opened slightly. “Detention? No, he’s got a completely clean school record-“
“Yeah well, not anymore.”
“Why? What did he get detention for?”
“Yeah... this is the bit that’ll really freak you out.”
“Why?”
“He cursed Dave Finnigan because he was talking about you.”
“Dave was talking about me so Scorp cursed him?” Rose’s mouth seemed to open slightly.
“Well, he wasn’t really talking. It was Dave...”
Rose nodded. “Oh. So Scorp cursed him? For talking... like that?”
“Yeah. And I know I’m your cousin and it’s mean to annoy me but, I mean, it’s Dave. And they were just talking. It was weird. He went all... James ish.”
Rose nodded, biting her lip. “Well, he doesn’t have any sisters, so maybe I’m like his substitute. You know, to be all protective over? Like James is?”
“Yeah that’s what he said-“ Rose nodded. Al was about to open his mouth to speak again when Rose had started walking away towards the castle.
He walked slightly faster to catch up with her, and once he was at her side he found himself following her eye line. She was looking up at the war monument, and he looked at her to see her eyes were slightly teary. So he decided not to say anything to her, and they just headed up to the Great Hall for dinner in silence.
His cousin was one of the weirdest people he knew.

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So far Rose’s plan to get over Scorp was going badly. Well, she had thought it was going well, until about half an hour ago when Al had told her what he’d done.
The idea of Scorp getting all protective over her made her smile. She could imagine that his grey eyes would turn slightly darker as they always did when he got angry. And he would’ve gripped his wand so tight that his skin would’ve gone whiter than normal. To put it simply, Scorp was hot when he was mad. And he was even hotter when he was mad over her. Why had he stopped Dave talking about her? She wondered if maybe, just maybe he liked her back. But then she heard Al say he just liked her as a sister.
And then she’d realised that, no matter what a nice image it may be, for as long as Scorp was cursing every guy that said anything about her, everyone was going to be too scared to ask her out.
So the getting-over-Scorp plan had been ruined by Scorp himself. Who was just sitting and eating his dessert without even realising how hard he might be making life for some people.
“Rose, you ok?”
It was all his fault. His fault for being so beautiful and perfect and completely ignorant of how hard he was to get over. It was all infuriating.
“Ro-ose?” Al said in a sing-song voice. “Anyone in?”
“What?” Rose replied, some of her anger at the Malfoy situation seeping through into her voice.
“Woah, calm down. Just checking you’re in, you seem kind of away with the fairies.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Rose replied, stabbing her fork into the treacle tart. The more she thought of him, him ruining everything for her without knowing it, the more angry she got.
She was so distracted by thoughts of screaming and Malfoy, that she barely registered when Fred and James came running into the hall and practically launched themselves at the remaining food before it started to disappear.
“You’re late.” Roxanne told them.
“Oh wow, well aren’t you observant?” James replied, piling food onto his plate.
“Where’ve you-“
Fred held up his hand, as if to tell his sister not to talk as they both began shovelling the food from their plates into their mouths.
“Where’ve they been?” Roxanne asked glaring at them.
“Quidditch trials.” Dom replied, looking warily at them as if worried they were going to explode with the large amounts of food they were eating so fast.
Rose just groaned. If they started talking Quidditch now then she would well and truly blow up as the situation would be one from one of her most infuriating nightmares.
“Never- missing- lunch- again.” Fred told the few people left at lunch (Roxy, Craig, James, Dom, Rose, Scorp and Al) between mouthfuls of food.
“Not- even- for- Quidditch.” James agreed, reaching out for more food.
He had just began piling more food onto his plate when the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, and the food began to disappear. Fred and James’ whines echoed around the hall as they tried to eat the remaining scraps of food on their plate.
“SO hungry!” Fred moaned.
“Why don’t you just go to the kitchens?” Dom suggested.
“We would, if it wasn’t for Aunt Hermione’s new law that all elves must have ‘recreation time’. They’re all on the Quidditch Pitch right now.”
“Really, house elves playing Quidditch?”
“You won’t believe it until you’ve seen it.”
“Wait, maybe there’s still food under your bed!” James said excitedly, turning to Fred. Both of them stood up and ran out of the hall without another word.
“It’s amazing what guys will do for food.” Dom shrugged, standing up slowly with Roxy at her side.
“Pathetic.” Rose grumbled, her arms crossed.
“What’s up with you?” Scorp asked.
She involuntarily glared at him, then realised she was doing so and stood up quickly. They headed out of the hall, walking back towards the common room but in no rush.
As they headed towards the staircase, Rose saw Dave Finnigan and his friends sat in one of the alcoves, and looked up to see Scorp glaring slightly at them. She shook her head angrily, thinking that if it wasn’t for Scorp being all weird she could’ve gone out with Dave. Not that she’d want to, but she’d like the freedom.
And it was during this thought that she heard it. And it wasn’t that she wasn’t utterly disgusted at being called “Fit” and referred to as simply “Weasley”, but she forced herself to shrug it off and ignore it. But Dave, instead of giving up, spoke louder as if she hadn’t heard.
“Want to see my wand, Weasley?”
There was a bang. That was the first she knew that Scorp had turned around. That was the first she knew that he’d cursed Dave openly in the middle of the corridor with people watching. She glanced at Al, who looked as if he’d been petrified, then to where Dave had been.
A ferret scrambled on the floor in place of Dave, the other pupils around looking stunned.
“Turn him back!” Rose yelled, hearing the anger in her voice.
Shaking, Malfoy flicked his wand and Dave stood in front of them once again.
After stuttering for a second, Dave spoke simply. “You’re crazy Malfoy, just like your father.” He then turned around and began to walk in the direction of McGonagall’s tower, his friends following without another word.
Everyone else just stared at them; her, Malfoy and Al, as if they were some sort of show to watch.
Malfoy stood stock still for a second, then ran towards the nearest door. Rose considered leaving him, but then saw Al following him out into the grounds. She couldn’t have Al alone, pretending what Scorpius had just done was ok. It wasn’t ok.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” she shouted, Scorp and Al turning to look at her mid walk as if shocked she was speaking.
“I-I-“ Scorp just stuttered in response.
“Well?”
“Rose did you hear what they said!?” Scorp replied, trying to justify himself.
“Yes. And I’ve heard them say it about hundreds of girls! I don’t see you turning them into ferrets every time they talk about anyone else!”
“I was looking out for you-“
“I don’t need you to!”
Scorp stared, and then looked down at his feet. It was as if Al wasn’t even there, he just looked between the two of them as if watching that muggle tennis game. “But-“
“No, Malfoy! No ‘but’s. I don’t need you to look after me or protect me! That’s what James and Al do; you don’t have to do it too.”
“Rose I-“
“I don’t care.” She shrugged. “Don’t ruin your perfect school reputation over me. Don’t curse people for me. Don’t protect me. That’s not you.”
“Rose-“
“Just, leave me alone.” She sighed, turning around and walking back to the castle.
She was out of control. She was saying things she didn’t mean. He was making her crazy. He was making her angrier than she’d ever been before.
She cursed him to herself as she stomped through the corridor.
She hated him. She hated him for stopping her getting over him. She hated him for embarrassing her. She hated him for acting so childishly, like any other boy would. She hated him for still looking so gorgeous even when she was so mad at him. She hated him for being so oblivious to her feelings for so many years. She hated him for kissing her just because of the bloody mistletoe. She hated him.
She hated him.
She hated him, because she loved him so much.
And it wasn’t going away.

[LoveFredWeasley]

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The Magic Word Is Sorry, Not Please
(Chapter Seven-Look What You’ve Done)
James and Fred stomped down the stairs loudly, both of them so full that they almost couldn’t move. They hadn’t just eaten though. James was holding the newly written Gryffindor Quidditch list, which Fred and James had been writing while snacking and was slightly covered in food.
“Oh my god!” Anna exclaimed, almost the second she saw them.
“Yes, yes this is the Quidditch team list, but just because you have connections doesn’t mean you get to see it before everyone else-“ Fred told her.
“No, not ‘oh my god’ at that! Oh my god at what you missed!”
“What did we miss?” James asked casually, heading over to his seat on the sofa and throwing himself down. Nothing that interesting could’ve happened.
“Oh, you missed something huge!” Dom replied, teasingly.
“What?” Fred asked, slightly desperately, now sitting next to James. Fred was one of those people who couldn’t stand not knowing all the latest gossip. He was practically a girl in that sense.
“Something bi-ig!” Anna replied.
“What?” James asked.
“Well...” Dom began, but then stopped when the portrait hole slammed shut, and silence seemed to ripple over the common room despite it being relatively empty due to the fact it was getting late.
Rose stomped in, then threw herself down on the nearby sofa. Dom and Anna, who seemed to be the only Weasley’s who knew what was going on, looked at her expectantly, while Lily, James, Fred and Hugo just looked at her confusedly.
“You can carry on, I know what you were talking about!” Rose huffed.
“We- we weren’t.” Dom replied.
“What’s going on!?” James asked, only realising how completely tactless that was when Rose glared at him.
“Well er-“ Dom stuttered.
“Scorpius cursed Dave in the middle of the corridor. There, now continue to gossip about it!” Rose yelled, not just at the Weasleys, but at all of the remaining Gryffindors, who quickly broke out into conversation awkwardly afterwards.
“What? Malfoy- I mean Scorpius? Really?”
“That’s what I heard.”
“What did he do?” Fred asked, slightly excitedly until Rose glared at him.
“He turned Dave into a ferret in front of everyone.”
James and Fred both laughed slightly, silently agreeing to learn how to do that spell and then use it on Al or Hugo at some point at the burrow.
“Why?” Lily asked simply.
“I- I don’t know.” Dom shrugged, turning to Rose.
Rose glared at her cousin. “Well I don’t know either!”
Dom raised her eyebrows.
Rose replied in a mumble that James swore was mermish, and impossible to decipher as words, however Dom gasped slightly.
“Seriously? He just said you were fit?”
“Yeah, and something to do with a wand.”
“And Scorpius cursed him? He sounds like James!”
“Oi!”
“Sorry, but it’s true. I dunno Rose, maybe he likes you?”
James and Fred just laughed. Weasley and Malfoy? Their parents would have a heart attack.
“Nah, like you said, he acted like James. I’m like Scorp’s sister, I guess. He just went all crazy, and protective and pathetic!”
No one said anything, so James pulled out a quill and started amending the Quidditch team according to the latest revelations.
“What you changing?” Fred asked.
“Replacing Malfoy with McGlaggen. Can’t have Scorpius cursing team members, and Dave was a pretty good beater so he can’t go.”
Fred nodded, but Anna tilted her head. “But Scorpius is a brilliant keeper. Better than Gemma McGlaggen anyway.”
“Yeah, but it seems like the Malfoy genes are finally coming out in him, so we can’t keep him on the team.”
“Malfoy genes?” Rose looked at James questioningly, not angrily mind, but James realised he’d said too much. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, h-he doesn’t mean anything. Just, you know, Scorp’s Dad and Uncle Harry didn’t get on is all.” Dom stuttered slightly, giving them away even more as Dom only stuttered when she was lying.
Rose raised her eyebrows. “That’s not what you meant. James, what’s going on?”
James glanced around at the other Weasleys. Lily and Hugo looked at the floor, while Fred suddenly became amazed by the fire place and Dom shook her head at him.
“Ok, Rose if I tell you something, you can’t get mad.”
“Tell me what?”
“Scorpius’ Dad watched your Mum get tortured, and didn’t do anything. And his house was Death Eater headquarters in the war.”
Fred glanced up, and raised his eyebrows, as if to say “Nicely put” sarcastically.
“What?”
“Sorry we didn’t tell you before but-“
“You all know?”
“Yeah.” Hugo mumbled. Rose turned her head and looked at him, as if upset he hadn’t told her. Despite arguing all the time, Rose and Hugo were pretty close as far as siblings went.
“Does Al know?”
Dom nodded.
“How... How can Al be friends with him?” James could feel himself blinking, avoiding eye contact with all the other Weasleys, mainly Rose.
“How- Does Scorp know!?”
“I- I think so.” Fred mumbled. “I think he talked about it with Al.”
Rose shook her head furiously, unfolding her arms and clenching her fists.
“How can he never have told me!? How come all of you guys know and I don’t-“
“Well-“
“How come Mum or Dad didn’t tell me?” Fred didn’t try to answer this time; clearly the questions were rhetorical.
“And how is he in Gryffindor, when he has such a Slytherin, Death Eater, Murdering scum of a family!?”
James looked up at her, shocked at the words that had just spilled out of her mouth, but saw her looking up and behind him, with her own mouth open.
James turned around and saw Scorpius and Al standing there. They had clearly heard every word Rose had just said, if the disgusted look on Al’s face was anything to go by.
“S-Scorp.” Rose stuttered. Without even looking at her James could tell her eyes were filling with tears. “I-“
Scorpius left without a word, Al following him straight up the stairs.
Rose stared, dumbstruck for a second, before fleeing up her own dormitory stairs, crying.
The remaining Weasleys sat in silence awkwardly for a second. Only a second though.
“Oh, well done James!”
“What?” James said, turning to Dom.
“Why did you tell her?”
“Well none of you were going to-“
“Yeah, because she didn’t need to know just yet. I thought we could tell her later, when they weren’t in touch any more or when they were older or when they were dating-“
“Dating?!” Fred looked at Dom like she’d gone mad.
“Well, yeah. I always thought those two’d get together. But I don’t see that happening now.”
Everyone sat in silence again for a second, before leaving up to their dormitories without another word.
It wasn’t James’ fault. It wasn’t even anything to do with him. If Malfoy and Rose weren’t friends it didn’t change James’ life, just made Rose a bit upset, but James was sure he could sort her out. Besides, he had to tell her sometime, she couldn’t just be with him forever without knowing what his family were like...
No matter how many excuses he tried to force upon himself, he didn’t believe any of them.