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"Sophia Evelyn Wood!" I heard a voice squeal.

"Rose Nymphadora Weasley," I groaned in reply, throwing a pillow at her. "Why are you here so early?"

"It is not early," she huffed. "It is 1:15! And we're supposed to be at the Potter's at 1:30 for Uncle Harry's birthday party." Rose moved to sit on top of me and started bouncing to get me up. "And I can not believe that this is how you greet me after not seeing for three weeks?"

I peered through blurry eyes to see a bushy haired redhead with clear blue eyes and a million freckles staring down at me. I rolled over and tackled her in a hug. "Better?" I questioned with a yawn. "Now, get out so that I can get dressed and so that you can tell me all about France."

I shoved her out the window and she laughed. "Okay! Do not be late." She slipped her leg out the window, winked, and left across to the Potter's roof.

That's right. I live next to THE Harry Potter, who is married to THE Ginny Potter. As in, the one who conquered the Dark Lord and the one who was captain of the Holyhead Harpies for nearly seven years. It's funny how none of my friends knew that they had famous parents until they opened a history book, which wasn't until the first History of Magic lesson. I, of course, had always known that my parents were famous. I mean, I saw Oliver and Alicia Wood play in tons of Quidditch games, for free, every year. Those were basically the only the only times that I got see my parents, although they always come home for the last two weeks of the summer holidays.

I sighed, checking the light purple alarm clock next to my bedside: 1:24. "Shit," I muttered, rushing to my bathroom. I pulled off my oversized white tee, sticking a toothbrush into my mouth. I grabbed a worn pair of muggle skinny jeans and slipped on a loose purple tank top with wooden buttons running down the back. I checked in the mirror to see a freckle-faced girl with light brown hair and dark eyes. I swept the hair out of my face and pinned it back in a loose bun.

Slipping on my sandals, I rushed out of the house. "Think," I muttered to myself, spinning in a circle. "Did I forget anything? Okay. Winky!" I called. "I'm leaving!"

A house elf wearing a toga hurried out of the room. She used to work at Hogwarts, but she was really depressed there because she wanted a real master. My parents asked if she could come and work for us because they needed someone to take care of me while they were at Quidditch practice. She happily obliged and has been part of our family ever since.

"Does young mistress have Harry Potter's birthday gift?" Winky squeaked.

"I knew that I forgot something!" I smacked a hand to my head as the elf scurried off to grab it. "Thanks Winky! I love you!"

I ran to the cottage next door and knocked on the vintage wooden door. The Potter's had also been in France because the minister of France had invited them to give a speech about saving the world, or something like that. They do these types of things all over the world to teach aspiring young aurors how to be awesome and such. Their cousins also had a summer home on the coast, so they always visited even if they weren't giving some crazy important speech.

"Sophia!" Al (AN: Imagine him with green eyes) said as he opened the door. My heart sped up a little. Okay, so I had a crush on Al. It wasn't illegal! I mean, not only is he completely gorgeous with messy black hair and forest green eyes, but he was also a genuinely nice person. Most of the time.

"Al!" I responded with a laugh, hugging him. He smelled good, like lemons, pine, and cinnamon. "How are you? How was France?"

"I'm good. The paparazzi wasn't so considerate of ou-" He was cut off by two redheads stomping down the stairs, rushing after a fallen camera. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione came rushing out of the kitchen at the commotion. Ginny was wiping her hands on her apron. Hermione had her wand drawn and elbowed Ginny as soon as she saw the kids.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked, pulling out her wand. Lily and Hugo eyed it nervously.

"Who wants to explain?" Hermione added, pointing her wand at the camera. Wow. Two of the biggest bad-arses out there getting fired up over a fallen camera. I knew I liked the Wotters for a reason.

Lily took a deep breath before launching into her explanation: "We both had embarrassing photos on the camera, and I wanted to delete both of them, because then neither one of us could use them against each other, but Hugo deleted the picture of himself, but not of me, and now he won't give me the goddamned camera!" Lily's face was now as red as her hair and her green eyes were unnaturally bright.

"It's good blackmailing material," Hugo said, the picture of innocence. I knew that there was a reason that kid was in Slytherin. Ginny calmly pointed her wand at the camera, causing it to disappear. Hugo yelped while Lily shot her mum a grateful smile. As they trooped back to the kitchen, Hermione called from behind her, "Nice to see you Sophia! We'll catch up after the gathering?"

"Of course, Hermione!" I choked out, laughing. "It's good to see you too. You as well, Ginny! And Harry and Ron, of course."

"You don't have to include us in the mix." Ron stuck his tongue out at Hermione and pulled her into the kitchen. Very mature.

"Yeah, we know that our wives are the popular ones." Harry kissed Ginny on the forehead, causing Al to gag. They followed the others into the kitchen and Al interrupted my thoughts by calling, "Oh look! It's the worlds biggest prat!"

We turned to see James in of his black haired, hazel eyed glory. He looked nearly identical to his mum with George's personality. Which began to show as he responded, "Oi! I am not! I was the one with enough common sense to avoid the whole scene!" He puffed out his chest to make himself look impressive. "I am also a Seventh Year, meaning that I have more power than you."

Conveniently, there was a knock at the door precisely at that moment. Lily opened it and exclaimed, "Uncle George! Aunt Angelina!" Fred, a tan boy with red hair so dark that it almost matched his eyes, shoved past Lily and tackled James. They wear best friends and, along with Jessica Jordan, dubbed the New Marauders by the older teachers.

Lily huffed as Roxie, Fred's sister, a tan girl with curly black hair and the biggest chocolate brown eyes imaginable, ignored her and joined her mum in the kitchen. "Some cousins you are," Lily muttered angrily, flipping her hair over her shoulder and stalking into the living room, which was about the size of a house all on its own, complete with a million muggle and magical games, as well as a muggle pellytision.

"Hey, Roxie," I said as she passed me. "Are you looking forward to your first year at Hogwarts?"

"Nope," she responded, popping the 'p', not looking back at me. I laughed silently at that girls cheek. She would be a great addition to Gryffindor.

"Get the HELL OFF OF ME!" I heard a voice shriek from the living room.

"Well, I would," a sarcastic voice replied. "But I'm not ON you."

I peered into the living room to see the twins, Louis and Dominique, arguing in the front of the fireplace. Fleur and Bill stepped out of the fireplace and, seemingly unfazed by their arguing, calmly walked around their younger children.

"Dom!" Lily squealed, rushing up to her cousin and best friend, suffocating her in a hug.

"L-Squared!" Dom responded, her blue eyes bright and her curly, strawberry-blonde hair flying as her cousin gave her a hug. Louis rolled his eyes at his sisters antics, flipped his light red hair out of his dark blue eyes, and strolled out to join Hugo in a game of Gobstones.

I heard Lily and Dom squeal in unison and knew that their other best friend, Zinnia Jordan, had arrived. Sure enough, when I turned around, I was greeted with the sight of two girls, one with pale skin, curly brown hair, and light blue eyes, the other with similar hair, but with tan skin and black eyes. Fred and James greeted Jessica, the girl with dark eyes, while Dom and Lily dragged Zinnie away. Katie and Lee Jordan stepped out of the fire and went to join the adults in the kitchen.

It was getting kind of loud, so I almost didn't notice that someone was knocking at the front door. When I went to open it, I was immediately swooped up by familiar arms. "Dad!" I cried joyfully. "Mum! I missed you guys so much! How was Quidditch practice?"

"Great," Mum replied, kissing my forehead. "But exhausting."

"Yeah," Dad continued, slipping an arm around Mum and mine's waist. "Competing against the Roman leagues, flying around the entirety of Rome, without getting caught by muggles, of course."

"Of course," I nodded seriously.

"Are you mocking me, young lady?" Dad pretended to be offended.

"But of course not! I would never! I'm just saying, if you're trying to impress me, you'll have to try a bit harder. I could do all that with my eyes closed," I boasted. My face stayed serious for about two seconds before starting to crack up. "Sorry Mum, Dad. You guys are very impressive."

"Okay," Mum said in disbelief. "Well, we're just going to join Ginny in the kitchen, while you play with your friends."

I looked at her indignantly. "Mum. I'm fifteen. We don't play. We hang out."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just have fun." Mum and Dad kissed me and went into the kitchen while I waited for the rest of my friends.

Rose and Albus joined me by the door as soon as their Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey came into the room with their daughters Lucy, who was the rebellious one in the family, with her red hair streaked with color and piercings, and their youngest daughter Molly. She was entering her first year at Hogwarts, while her sister was a Sixth Year. Molly was really pretty with dark brown eyes covered in glasses, as well as deep red hair, but she was deadly shy and always had her face covered in a book.

Anyway, they're everyone's least favorite cousins, because Molly refuses to take her head out of her book long enough to make a real difference, Percy, who insists we call him Mr. Weasley, would only babble about some sort of no send that's probably really important to geeks, but just bored the rest of the family, and Audrey would back Percy up and gossip about something at the Ministry. Lucy was the only one in their group that everyone loved, but she didn't count. She was just too cool to be considered Percy and Audrey's daughter.

I turned to avoid Mr. Weasley and bumped into Fleur, who was hurrying to the fireplace to help out a heavily pregnant blonde woman, her daughter Victorie. Her husband, Teddy Lupin, quickly followed, his blue hair turning red to match the numerous Wotter clan. Fleur tried to escort her daughter and son-in-law to the kitchen, where the rest of the adults were, but they insisted on hanging with the kids.

I knew that the Longbottom's arrived when James cried, "Alice," rushing over to a pretty young woman with black hair and blue eyes. She was his girlfriend, but there were already bets on how long they would last. I bet that they would last until graduation, because they are really well suited for each other as friends, but seeing them date was just weird.

The rest of her family soon followed: first Neville, supporting his pregnant wife, Hannah. Ava told me that they were hoping for a boy. Otherwise, and I quote, "They are naming her Frankie as her legal name. Not even Francesca!" Speaking of Ava, she was stepping through the fireplace in all of her curly blonde hair and blue eyed glory. I rushed to grab her in a hug. "I missed you so much!" I squealed. She returned my hug before being enveloped by Albus and Rose.

"Am I missing the party?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

I jumped into the blonds arms and laughed. "Scorp! How was America?"

Scorpius scrunched up his nose. "The talked funny. Anyway, there were a bunch of hot chicks there, so I-"

"Okay," I said, cutting him off with a wave of my hand. "As much as I love you, I don't want to hear about that aspect of your summer. But, how's my favorite cousin doing?" Our mum's were cousins, making us second cousins. I think. I was never good at that genetic stuff, and neither of us had a large family, so we considered ourselves first cousins, not that I get the difference.

He started to respond when Ava pulled him into a hug And he did that weird man hug thing with Al. When he finally reached Rose, he smirked and stuck out a hand. "Weaslette."

"Scorpion," she replied just as coldly. They looked at each other a little longer before Scorpius pulled her into a hug, which she gladly returned. Their relationship was...complicated. To say the least.

"Did you all bring your letters?" Al asked as we trooped up the stairs to his room. While modest looking on the outside, the Potters house was a mansion on the outside with acres of land spreading behind it. Our village was where all the people who fought in the War lived, meaning that it was protected by numerous Aurors just in case something bad were to happen.

Once we had reached the top-I wasn't panting, what gave you that impression- we went down a long hall until we reached Al's room, which was in the attic, just like mine. In fact, you could leap from my window to Al's, which Rose did this morning. But Al's room was pretty much the opposite of mine. His was HUGE, with three red walls and one white one. Drac, his ferret, took up a whole wall just for his cage. Al's bed, which was dressed with a quilt made from his parents old Quidditch jerseys, was against the white wall, along with a stack of comics and nightstand piled with random stuff. Above his bed, was a framed Chocolate Frog collection. He also had a walk-in closet and personal bathroom, but apparently, only girls care about that stuff. (Personally, I think Al would be crushed if he had to share a bathroom with James and Lily, but that's just me.)

But we weren't interested in any of that stuff. We made our way over to the sitting area which consisted of a red leather couch, two black recliners, multiple gold blankets covering both seats, all facing a muggle...chilly vision? Wait! I mean, Pellyvision.

"One, two, three," Ava counted as we ripped open our envelopes.

"I got Ravenclaw prefect," Rose stated in awe.

"Good job, Rosie Posie," Ava said, whipping out a pet name that we only used when something big happened. I watched her carefully as she continued to rift through her envelope. I felt really bad for her, but I was also happy for Rose. I mean, they both deserved Ravenclaw prefect, but there could only be one.

turned to sift through my envelope when a loud whoop interrupted me. "I got Gryffindor prefect!" Albus whooped again and showed Scorp his badge. I snorted (very ladylike, I know). Al was in no way a model wizard and I don't think that I would've given him the position, no matter how hot of a prefect he'll be.

Oh my god, did I actually just think that?

I reached into my envelope and felt a second envelope. I opened it and felt my breath catch as I read it:

'Dear Ms. Wood,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been made Quidditch captain of the Gryffindor team. The first game will be held on November 1. Please let your Head o House know when you would like to hold Quidditch tryouts. The password to the prefect bathroom is piscus.

We have no doubt that you will do your best to lead your team to victory.

Headmistress Penelope Clearwater'

"What is it?" Scorpius asked, peering at me through concerned eyes.

I paused and began breathing heavily, as if I was about to give some sort of bad news. "They want me too," I choked out. Damn, I'm good. I should be an actress for one of those muggle PV shows. "Be Quidditch captain! I got Quidditch captain."

"No way!" Scorp cried, grabbing the letter from my hands. "Wait. Now I'll actually have to work to get on the team! Come on."

"Oh, shut it, Scorp." Al took my letter and rapped Scorpius in the head. "She deserves it. Although, James is gonna be pissed. He thought that spot was his for sure."

I rolled my eyes and snatched the letter out of his hands while Ava and Rose squealed out of excitement. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys. I can really feel the love." I opened the door and called over my shoulder, "If you'll excuse me, I've got to go tell my parents." As I left the room, I heard Rose and Ava discussing the importance of OWL year, while Al and Scorp were talking about what girls they'd been with over the summer.

Don't judge me for liking Al! I said that he was usually a good person, not always a good person.

I bounded down the stairs and noticed that the party had become considerably more packed. The Scamanders had arrived, Luna and Rolf talking to Ginny and Hagrid in the kitchen while their twin sons, Lorcan and Lysander, we're off somewhere hanging out with Louis and Hugo, respectively.

I spotted my parents in the backyard talking to Ron, Harry, as well as the Minister of Magic himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt. I weaved my way through the crowd, screaming, "Mum! Dad!" I waved my letter in the air. "I got Quidditch captain!" My dad swept me up in a bear-hug while mum ruffled my hair. When they were finished congratulating me, I turned to Ron and Harry, who had each given me a hug, and said, "Albus and Rose got prefects."

"Bloody hell, I've got to tell 'Mione. That's three in the family!" Ron exclaimed, scanning the crowd to look for his wife.

"Well, that's a first," Harry chuckled, looking to tell Ginny.

Dad, apparently still excited about me being Quidditch captain, boomed, "You're going to lead your team straight to the championship. How long has it been? Four years?"

"Five," I replied bitterly, thinking about how we'd never won a championship since I'd gotten on the team. "But only because we had that attention-seeking prat of a chaser who would knock team members off their brooms in order to get the Quaffle. Stupid prat. Thank Merlin he graduated last year."

"You're going to be the second best captain Gryffindor has ever seen!"

"Don't you mean third best," Angelina called from across the room.

"No, he meant forth best," Harry shouted from his place next to Hermione.

I'm sure that they would've continued arguing over who had the best captaincy skills had Ginny not called out "Lunch!" at that precise moment. There was a stampede of people as they rushed to get their lunch. I didn't get what the hurry was. The plates magically refilled anyway.

While Al and Rose, used to their family's antics, were right in the thick of things, Ava, Scorp, and I hung back. "I could never imagine being in a family this huge," Scorp commented, leaning against the kitchen counter while Ava leaned her head against mine.

"I dunno," I replied, looking around. "I think we're already in one."

Author's Note: This is kind of like the prologue where you meet some of the characters, so sorry if it sort of seemed like word vomit. Anywho, I would LOVE it if you would review and tell me what you like, what you don't like, etc.