1The sun rose high into the clear blue-purple sky as the nighttime mist floated away, promising more heat like the day before.
A boy of about eleven with a mop of messy, quite unmanageable black hair and shocking green eyes sat on the edge of his bed.
Alex Potter looked again at the calendar, today was his eleventh birthday.
The Potters, though pretty wealthy, and famous, or at least Harry was, owned no big fancy mansion with a indoor pool and Jacuzzi.
Instead, their home was just a normal house with three floors, and an attic.
But what they did have, as almost every wizarding family did, was a quidditch field.
Alex loved that field like he did his own family, they all did, him Harry, his dad, his mom, Kathy -a half and half crossed with a veela- his twin, Charolette, or Charlie as her nickname had became by the age of 2, as Charolette was often cumbersome to say, and his thirteen year old brother, Adam.
They all loved Quidditch, but the only problem was that Alex's mom couldn't ride a broom worth crap (seriously).
But it wouldn't be fair in Quidditch anyways, the other team would have one more than the other, making it unfair to the latter.
He knew his whole family was up by now, as it was 8 o'clock, and movement in his twin sisters room assured him of that.
"G'morning" he said as they both left their rooms simultaneously.
"'Morning" she mumbled.
" D'you know what today is?" he asked his half asleep sister.
"Friday" she said starting down the stairs
"Friday... the 27th?" She said again.
Then her eyes lit up and she was fully awake.
"Our birthday." He said beating her to the statement.
"Race ya downstairs" he said as Charlie frustratedly threw the comb down that she'd been trying to comb her sleep tangled hair with.
"Hey no fair!" she yelled running after him then tripping and falling on the last stair getting up and running to the living room where she stopped dead in her tracks.
In the living room there were presents pilled everywhere and her family, minus the Dursleys, who never came to visit the Potters not even if they were asked, which they weren't.
Her friends, Tasia Black, Sirius' kid, Nick and Kat (Katrina) Lupin, Remus' kids he'd thought he'd lost to death eaters, as did Sirius for Tasia, and the cousins, Anabelle, or Belle Wood, and Issabelle, or Issy, Weasley.
Hermione had shocked them all when she'd married Fred Weasley, a very unthought of match, as did Ginny when her and Oliver Wood got hitched (by that time she'd gotten over her crush on Harry).
But unfortunately, times got from going to good to plummeting to horrible.
As Ginny gave birth to Vanessa Wood, her and Oliver's second child, something happened and her system started shutting down.
Mere minutes after Vanessa was born Ginny was pronounced dead.
Oliver had never gotten over it quite fully, nor had any of the Weasleys.
Hermione was there, as well as Ron Weasley, his wife, Hally Jones, a muggle born, and his whole family and Oliver Wood was there too, with Vanessa and Belle.
Now about twenty or so people stood in the living room.
"So... open your presents!" Tasia and Nick said at the same time.
Charlie noticed Tasia had put her very messy dark brown hair into a braid that hung down her back, a few tendrils of it wove gracefully onto her now tanned face.
Her brown eyes shined with her usual happiness and mirth.
Nick's reckless smile that lit his grey-blue eyes up and made his messy light brown hair fall in them was, as almost always, on his face.
Him and Kat looked so much alike no one would guess they weren't twins and that Kat was a year older than him.
No wonder everyone's in love with him Charlie thought.
She then made herself busy and tore into a present with sapphire blue wrapping with golden trim and went pale, her eyes widened in surprise.
A beautiful golden box sat inside the big cardboard box, inside it was a silver necklace with a arrowhead in the middle and a half a dozen gems on either side.
Inside this box was a tiny silver box with some calligraphy on it in golden writing. Inside of it was a silver ring with a sapphire in the middle, next to it was a emerald on the left,a diamond on the right.
'From Kat, Nick, Vanessa, Issy & Tasia' the card read.
Charlie didn't even want to guess how much it cost them.
A fortune in muggle money probably.
"Oh my god thank you so much!" She said hoarsely and hugged each of them.
"I'll wear these forever! I promise." Kat laughed
"Anything for our lil' sister."
Lil' sister, the pet name they had given her when they met when she was five, her and Alex were the youngest of the group of close friends, Kat was the oldest.
"Anyways are you gonna open the rest or not?" Tasia said smiling and she turned to another in glowing blue wrapping.
Alex watched Charlie and laughed quietly to his self then turned to his own presents and tore into a purple one with a royal blue ivy design on it.
The box was surprisingly long and demanded attention.
So, giving it what it wanted, Alex tore into it, and practically fell backwards.
Inside was a beautiful silver plane model its surface as sleek shiny and beautiful as a real one.
"Wow" he breathed then looked at the card.
'With love from mum and dad.'
"Wow thanks" he said in barely a whisper.
"Anything for our son" his mum said happily as her bright green eyes sparkled at how happy her son looked.
A happiness she wondered if her husband ever had as a child with what family he had.
It made her sick to think of that family.
The family that had beat him till blood flowed until his sixth year when Sirius was freed and Harry went to live with Remus and him, when he'd met her.
Harry was now an auror fighting dark wizards.
Although in his seventh year he'd finally defeated Voldemort with his own curse, Avada Kadavra, many wizards still remained loyal, hoping that their master would rise again.
The worst loss of their time at Hogwarts had been when Voldemort had murdered George Weasley maliciously, then left what was left of him in Harry's dorm and had captured both Ron and Ginny.
That night Harry found them and,risking his own life, got them and killed Voldemort.
Harry'd been so close to death, slipping in and out of consciousness.
Once his heart had even stopped, but they'd gotten him back.
Of course gradually they'd told their children, who didn't really seem affected in a bad way, it just heightened their ever growing respect for their father.
Now she watched them unwrap their presents and smiled.
They looked so happy and carefree.
If only they could stay that innocent forever.