A\N: Yes, I am doing one of these. Seems like a rite of passage by now, doesn't it? I like them, personally, but have never seen them finished. So I'm going to do just that. And well, I might add. Review, because I don't know if that's a good idea or not. Review if you like it. PLEASE!

Disclaimer: This is not mine.

Albus Potter sat in his father's library, reading a book on transfiguration. His adult family was away, on vacation, and all the young ones had been left at the Potter Manor with Teddy as their chaperone. Not that Ted had been much help, supervision-wise, ever since Vic Weasley had gotten her Apperation license.

Breaking the muffled silence of the study, Hugo Weasley rushed in, a stack of books in his hands. This didn't worry Albus, what with Hugo being so book-happy. What did worry him was the crazed look on Hugo's face and his shouts of "Al! Al! I found it!"

Al straightened up in his leather easy chair, and stopped Hugo before he could run full-force into him. "What did you find? A new potions book?"

Hugo rolled his eyes and said "I won't even dignify that with a response." Al was too tired to point out that he already had, so Hugo continued "You know how our parents refuse to 'remember' the whole story about the war?" Al nodded, more eagerly this time. He had always wondered what had happened then. "Well, Vic agreed to Side-Along me an hour ago, and just look what I found in Flourish and Blott's!"

Al picked up the first book, which was thin and red, and had a young boy on the front with a wonky haircut and a lighting-shaped scar. He was wearing a Gryffindor scarf and standing in front of the Hogwarts Express. The title read: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. His dad? Some stone? And how had this J.K. chick gotten an interview? Dad had been refusing those since before James was born.

"Who's J.K…Rawwlinnnggs...Anyway? How does she know all of this?" Al asked, curious.

"Rooollling. Like Bowling. I dunno, really. She's some muggle author, she published it all as fiction, but it's pretty near close to the truth, from what we've heard."

Al shook his head. "We should probably read them, just to get the whole truth, and nothing but. Should we call the other heathens, though?" Though he and Hu were a year or two apart, they were closer than he and Rosie. The whole Potter\Weasley brood was officially and formally (not to mention lovingly) referred to as the heathens, by everyone, just because there were too many of them to be referred to by name. Or to even remember all their names, half the time.

Hugo nodded definitively. "They deserve to know, too"

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That was how the flurry of scampering children and teens came to sit in the study, sprawled on the hearthrug or perched on the two large leather sofas. Al cleared his throat and called, just to quiet them "QUIDDITCH SUCKS!" at this proclamation, the room was silent. Obviously, with their genes, nobody agreed.

"Okay, guys" Hugo started "While Ted is busy with Vic" James shot Sebastian a joking glance, to which he groaned "We're going to read these books, to know the truth. All in favor say 'Aye'"

The following 'Aye' could have shook the house.

"Okay, okay, alright" Al said, desperate to start "I'll read first, okay?" Everyone nodded, so he began:

HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE