“You are the most, disagreeable, arrogant, insufferable, intolerable, impertinent, pig headed, prat that has ever lived!”
That is a part of my daily routine. And no, I’m not James Potter, and the girl who’s shouting is not Lily Evans. The name’s Weasley. Hugo Weasley.

WHAT?” we both burst out at the same time. “I HAVE TO SHARE A BATHROOM WITH YOU?”

I could tell that our faces had the same livid expression on them.

“I AM NOT SHARING A BATHROOM WITH YOU!” we shouted, in a livid tone. Then we leaned into each other’s faces, so we were inches away from each other.

“I AM NOT SHARING A BATHROOM WITH YOU! YES YOU ARE! NO I’M NOT! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! YOU’RE IMPOSSIBLE!”

This freaky first year girl is, like, obsessed with me. She sits by me at lunch, follows me around, she’s hugged me at least fifteen times, and one day, she was in front of me, walking along the corridor and a piece of parchment fluttered out of her bag. So I, being the nice guy I am, went to pick it up, and the first thing I saw on the top of the page was Mrs. Hugo Weasley.

“Hugo?” the voice asked me again as my body continued to come too. I felt a cool breeze on my skin, and I could smell the sterile air of a hospital. It burned my nose, and I tensed again, still squeezing something.

“Padfoot,” James said, “That will never work, we did that fifth year.”
“And you’ve never pulled a prank, the same one, more than once. It’s part of the code. Rule thirteen I think.” Lily said
Sirius gasped. “Who told you about the sacred rules?” he asked in horror.
“Trish and I dug around your trunk fifth year.”
“HOW DARE YOU?” Sirius shouted.

“Can I tell you guys something?” I asked them. Jeremy nodded, and looked up at me, reverting back to his normal hair color, a sandy brown, letting me know that he was calm, and his eyes became a clear, sage green.

“You guys are my favorites.” I said. “Only don’t tell Aunt Gin. She still thinks that she’s my favorite.”

 “For heaven’s sake, do something with your hair!”
I rolled my eyes. There really wasn’t anything that I could do with ‘the mop’ at that point in time. She knew that as well as I did. At least it was a stylish messy, not a bad messy. So, instead of spending an hour, using a whole bottle of hair gel, and possibly breaking the hair brush, I just got dressed, and headed down the stairs, into the marquee and to my place at the altar.

“Well, I’m going to teach you how to dance. And you are going to the ball.” Tia said matter-of-factly.
“Not bloody likely.” I said under my breath. “Not without a date.”
“You’ll have a date. Don’t you worry.”   

“Tia that’s enough!” Delson said, coming up behind her and tugging her away from me.
“Hold on a minute Delson.” I spat. “Tia has the right to enjoy herself, and she was having a good time.”

“You’ll finally have your Noah and Allie.” I whispered, setting her down

They nodded as I sat down and conjured an acoustic guitar, strumming the opening notes the second I had the strap around my shoulder.
“Every time I think I’m closer to the heart, of what it means to know just who I am… I think I’ve finally found a better place to start –”
“You took the time to learn the music?” Mr. Pastrami asked.
“Yeah.” I said, strumming softly in the background.

The tight clothes she wore left little to the imagination on a normal day, but now when I was so close to getting to see it in real life, I was ready to drop down on my hands and knees and beg her.

 I got down on my knees in front of her and took her hands in mine, uncovering her face. She looked down at our hands, then up at me, tears streaking down her face.

“Listen to me, Tia.” I said softly, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “I will come back to you. I swear to you, I will come back.”

“Were you successful?” she asked. There was an overshadow of fear in her voice. She had been through two wars, and I knew that she was too old to survive through another.

“Yes.” I said, turning to her and looking her in the eye. “It’s all over. They’re on trial for escaping Azkaban this week, and dad and Uncle Harry expect their sentences to be extended to “for life”.”