Authors Note: This story kinda started out from a HP storygame (and still..is kind've a game). All Harry Potter characters and enviornments and stuffbelong to J.K. Rowling, respectively. The children of main characters and suchare of my own creation and the Ali character is sort've based on myself. Caitlin belongs to herself as well. xD

Enjoy-eth!

September 1st, 8:30 a.m.

The Burrow


"Mum, I can't find my Gryfindor scarf!"

"Peorge, what did I TELL you about touching my things?"

"Mummy, I want to ride the Hogwarts Express!"

"I STILL can't find my scarf!"

Hermione Granger-Weasley sat at the dinner table with her head in her hands, seemingly dead to the world as her 8 children bussled about the house in a hurried manner. It was a routine they've grown accustomed to since Germione and William Weasley started their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry two years ago.

It was virtually impossible for a Weasley to be on time: Living in closed quarters with 10 people, an orange cat with a squished face and 2 owls, the burrow certainly became quite crowded at times. But Hermione was not a Weasley--at least, she wasn't BORN a Weasley--so the standard didn't apply to her. In fact, This morning Hermione was showered, packed and ready to go just as the sun began to rise; she was pretty certain Ron was still curled up in bed at the moment..

"Mum, WHERE did you put my scarf?" Germione said over Hermione's shoulder, just as Donald sashayed past them with a bit of a 'thump' in his step, red and gold fabric wrapped around his neck. With the flick of a wand and the utter of a spell, the scarf un-wound itself from Donald Weasley's neck and landed neatly folded in Germione's waiting arms.

"I was GUNNA give it back, honestly.." Said Donald truthfully, lingering near Hermione's chair. "I was just giving a demonstration of how you act every time you see Harry Potter jr.."

Germione's face flushed red within seconds. "Nonsense! Harry is my FRIEND!"

"Oh, Oh HARRY, You're SOOOO Good at Quidditch! Oh HARRY, when was the last time you brushed your hair? It's so unruly, just like MINE!" Donald remarked in a shrill voice, prancing around the dinner table. Germione watched in horror.

"You better stop before-..I don't even SOUND like that, so-...MUM, MAKE HIM STOP!" Germione stomped in aggravation, turning to Hermione for assistance.

Hermione opened her mouth to reply before Ron came trudging down the stairs, his hair damp from showering.

"Oh thank MERLIN.." Hermione blurted, quickly rising to her feet. "I'm going to be late for work! Ron, make sure Germy and Will are packed, I already took care of breakfast, don't lose track of the kids, See you soon, love you!" She planted a quick kiss on Ron's lips as he began to yawn, then kissed the top of each child's head as they rushed past her, before rushing out of the house at breakneck speed.

Ron stood there for a moment, scratching at his chest, staring at the madness that was his house: Peorge was doing the running man on the coffee table in the living room, holding one of Will's books up over his head while Will looked on, angrily slapping his wand against his palm; Kermy sat quietly in a corner of the kitchen, rubbing something that Ron assumed to be paint on the walls while Hermy attempted to rub it off with her hands (ultimately smudging and making it worse); Germy and Donald were currently engrossed in a shouting match, while Jed and Wormy watched on.

Ron glanced at at the clock, which hung in the kitchen next to the special clock that displayed any individual in the family on their own 'hand' that pointed to a certain position on the clock, depending on the persons location or likewise (Hermione's hand pointed to Hogwarts; Peorge's was slowly inching its way to Mortal peril..). '8:50..And the train leaves at 9. ..Time to go..'


8:57 a.m

Kings Cross Station/Hogwarts Express

"Don't forget to write, alright? And don't give your mum a reason to get in your hair, understand?" Ron peered down at Will and Germy, smiling broadly. "I'll see you soon.."

The Hogwarts Express let out one final whistle, signaling that students should quickly board or be left behind. Germione lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Ron.

"G'bye Dad.." She mumbled into his shirt, before stepping aside to bid farewell to her siblings; Will shook hands with Ron, and after a few moments of swapping goodbyes, Germy and Will boarded the train with their things.

Germy stood at the window and began to wave goodbye as the train pulled away from the station. Donald began running alongside the train, waving franticly. "LOVE YOU, GERMY! SAY HI TO HARRY, YOUR LOVER, FOR ME!"

Germy flashed an obscene hand gesture at Donald when she was sure Ron wouldn't see it, then moved away from the window and wandered down the hall to find a seat. It wasn't long before she spotted Will slipping into one of the compartments and hurried after him, yanking the compartment door open. There, she found Will hurling his trunk onto the overhead compartment and Harry Sirius Ronald James Remus Potter sitting across a girl she didn't recognize..

"Harry!" Germione blurted, dragging her trunk into the compartment. "Long time no see! How was your summer?"

Harry rose, and Germione noticed he looked a lot taller since she last saw him. 'His hair grew a bit too..' She thought. Harry took it uppon himself to stow away Germione's trunk for her before plopping down onto his seat again, grinning up at her. "Don't know what you're goin' on about, Germy, 'cause we saw each other just last week, you know. We went shopping for supplies in Diagon alley.." He replied, before turning his attention to the girl he was talking to. "Anyway, I don't know if you've met, but this is Caitlin .. she's the daughter of Luna and Neville Longbottom.."

Caitlin nodded politely to Will and Germy. It was easy to say that she recieved all her looks from her mother, and possibly a bit of Neville's personality. She slid down the seat, her wavy blonde hair dancing over her shoulders as she moved, to make room for Germy, who reluctantly sat down.

"She's transfering from some place called Yale.." Harry mumured with the wave of his hand.

"You look like a bright girl.." Said Will with a bit of a blush. "Maybe you'll be sorted into Ravenclaw.."

"I hope not. Gryffindor's much better..and we've got plenty of room for new people.." Harry replied, leaning back in his seat.

Germy mumbled under her breath, "Slytherin probably wouldn't mind having you.."

Both Will and Harry gave Germy questioning looks (Although, Will's was bordering on threatening..).

"...I was kidding.." Said Germy with a forced laugh. '..Yeah, well..we'll see what happens..'

TO BE CONTINUED..