" Common will you Fred, I do not want to be late for the train again. It seems like every year you become slower and slower." I hissed, looking back at my lagging brother.

" You know how Dad likes to stall when we get to the train anyways. He always has to take too long to say all of his goodbyes to us." Fred, my older bother bickered.

" No. He likes to say all of his goodbyes to you. He couldn't give a care in the world about me." I sighed, seeing the truth in my brothers eyes. He knew I was right.

" He worries about you too and you know it. He just likes me better because I get into more trouble at school then you do!" Fred laughed as he messed up my hair by raking his long fingers through it.

" Oh, cause that's such an honorable thing." I laughed as I moved my suitcase into place and ran through platform 9¾.

" Wait up kids!" My father called as he made his way through the portal. " Can you believe it Angelia? It's our sons last year at Hogwarts."

" And our daughters second to last year. Soon they'll be all grown up, making choices, and picking a career!" My mother nearly sobbed.

" Dad, we've really gotta go. The train is bound to leave any minute and I really wanna go find my friends." I said, looking at the faces on the train.

" Yeah, I mean it looks like it's getting pretty crowded." Fred looked at the train with me. It seemed like there were a lot more kids then normal.

My father looked t the two of us. We looked the same as we did when we were kids, just a little taller and without any of the baby fat holding us down. I was still short with a thin face and big brown eyes. While my brother was tall, straight and dark red hair, and vivid blue eyes that made all of the girls look at him. We were complete opposites in every term of the word. Whatever DNA he got is lost inside of my body and the same goes for him. The only thing that we have in common in the hair color, dark red, a mixture of both parents put into one. Looking at the two of us, you would never be able to tell that we were even related, let alone were brother and sister.

Looking over at our parents we could see the sadness forming in their faces. Another year would go by in a blink of their eyes. My father always took it hard when we went away to school, but you could tell in the letter he sent that he was proud of us for all we did – or in some cases did not do –. I remember we were proud that I had gotten a detention, he had wrote the same thing to Fred when he had gotten his first, but we both agreed that it could not have been our mother that was the other part of this we. But never really figured out who the other one was. My father smiled as he brought the both of us into a hug, squishing us into his chest for a moment before releasing us into my mother arms, who did the same thing.

" Have fun you two!" My mother cried as we ran onto the train.

" Be good." My father laughed as we climbed up the stairs onto the Hogwarts express.

" God I hate coming back from summer break?" I sighed as we shuffled through the train.

" Why, because it always seems to end so quickly?" Rose, my cousin asked as we moved to one of the empty areas.

" No because it means that I have to listen to my parents act like they really care that we're leaving again." I sighed, putting my feet up on the seat across from me.

" Oh, common Roxy, you know that they care about us. It's just that they have a lot going on right not because of the boom for pranking supplies." Fred stated.

" Oh shut up." I sighed back. " Anyone seen Scorpius yet?" I said looking around the train one of my friends, one that I have had since first year.

Scorpius Mafloy did not seem like the person that I would be friends with. Everyone thought that we may become mortal enemy's or something because of the past. Things that could not be changed by either of us, or by anyone now. But we instantly clicked with one another, having one of the bonds that would never be able to break. No one understood why we were able to relate to one another, but it just seemed so right. He was my best friend in the world. Nothing could every change that. Scorpius looked a lot like his father in his prime. The blond hair and blue eyes, the height, and even the way that he talked seemed to be like his father. He idolized that man more then anyone else in the world.

" I think that he's getting some things on board before we leave them behind. You know how paranoid he gets about his things." Rose laughed.

" Very true. But who can blame him after the elves left almost all of our luggage on the platform second year!" I smiled, remembering how every flipped out.

" So have you heard?" Albus, another cousin, said as he entered the room.

" Heard of what?" I asked.

" We have a new defense against the dark arts teacher this year!" He smiled as he sat down next to me.

" What's new? It seems like we have a new one every three years or so." Fred said, digging out one of his camera's out of his backpack.

Though the curse of the DATDA's teacher had been broken at the end of the second war, it did not mean that we had just one teacher. No, since we have been there it seems like we have had more then 50! Though to be honest I think that may be a little short. Every few years the old teacher we retire or quite from the position and we would be forced to get a new teacher, who would have to learn all of our names all over again, and we would have to learn in a brand new way, their way. I hated getting new professors because of that. They always became worse and worse as the years went on though. Fred and I gave a sickness potion to the teacher three times before she even noticed that she was being poisoned and each time she was only out for less then a week.

" Any idea who it is?" I asked.

" Some new wizard from America." Albus replied.

" America! Where? New York? DC? Where?" I smiled, always wanted to go to America.

" Someplace in the middle of the US. . . Kansas?" He looked down at his shoes, trying to remember. " Yeah that sounds right. Kansas."

" Rose, we have a hick on our hands." I smiled as I nudged my sister.

Scorpius met up with us after we had gotten off of the train, telling us how he had met the new teacher that we would be having at our school. Trying to tell every little detail that there was about the man, but nothing could relate to seeing him in person. The teacher that would we be learning from was a giant - not really, but I mean he was tall enough to be a giant! - , taller then anyone I had ever seen in this school, wearing blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He had long brown hair and a smile that shocked every student as they starred at the man. I thought my heart would stop as he started to walk over to me, eyes directly on mine.

" Hi there, I'm Sam Winchester – Professor Winchester. How do we get to the school?" This statement made me laugh a little, confusing the tall man.

" Nice to meet you Professor Winchester, I'm Roxanna Weasly. Well, to get the to school, you have to take a carriage ride there- unless you want to take a boat ride with all of the first years." I blushed.

" A carriage ride. And where would we find those carriages?" He asked, looking around the herds of children.

" Over there by the woods." I smiled, pointing and trying to keep eyes contact. God he was a beautiful creature.

" Thanks." He smiled as he started to walk off.

" Professor?" I smiled.

" Yeah?" He asked, looking back with another smile on his face- this one more of a smirk.

" Wrong woods." I laughed as he turned around and started to walk into a different direction. I walked beside him. " They did not tell you a lot about. . .well anything. . . did they?" I asked.

" No. They really didn't." He sighed. " How could you tell?"

" Well, to be honest. No one around here wears that. I have never seen a professor wear anything like that ever. And usually the teachers do not come on the train with the students to get to the school." I smiled and shrugged. " Wanted to make a different first impression on the students?" I smiled.

" Yeah, you can say that for sure" He laughed, the laugh sounded true and so full of joy. " Well thank you Roxanna Weasly." We were at the carriages and my family was waiting at another carriage.

" If there is anything else that you need, anything, let me know Professor Winchester. Especially if you need help trying to find your own classroom." I laughed.

" Good one." He laughed.

I walked over to my carriage, contentious about my every move, thinking that i had eyes on me now more then every before. I wanted to make sure that I looked good, that there was nothing about me that was unattractive, for the first time I really cared about what I looked like. I brushed my hair out when I made my way and sat down next to Scorpius and Rose on the carriage and smiled as I caught eyes with the Professor, looking away immediately. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and pooling there. What were all of these emotions that I was feeling? I looked over at Scorpius, who was looking from me to the carriage with Professor Winchester in it and then back to me, with a smile on his face.

" Shut up." I whispered, blushing even more.

" Oh wow. That was quick." Scorpius nudged me and smiled.

" What did the two of you say to one another?" Rose asked.

" I missed something didn't I?" Fred asked, looking up from his camera.

" You just missed me being socially awkward with our new teacher. Don't worry about it at all." I smiled as I looked down at my shoes.

" I think that she has a crush on the new professor." Albus said as I kicked him.

" Look at her blush. What did the two of you say to one another?" Rose asked.

" We just exchanged greetings, I told him where to get on to go to the school, and that was mostly it. I mean there was not a lot of anything else to it." I shrugged, somewhere inside wishing there had been more. " He was pretty friendly as well."

" He picked you out of everyone else there! He must have had some type of connection to you!" Rose smiled.

" A girl can hope on that one." I smiled.

We welcomed in the new year with the feast we had every year. The one that welcomed the first years of every kind to the school and showed the others that they were still welcomed here as a home. I could not help but to look over every feature of the man, looking at the strong jaw line that he had, the way that his muscles flexed in his neck every time that he laughed, just a little, and the color of his eyes. The way that they could catch you and send you into a pool of hazel blend. His lips caught me over everything else though, they seemed so perfectly shaped, symmetrical with every other part of his body. They other teachers starred at him as the students did, it seemed like everyone was in shock of this new man that was here from across the country. The headmaster gave a small speech about the man and they allowed us all to eat our meals in peace. But I could not help but to look up every now and that, feeling as if I were being watching, to find his eyes catching with mine. I would blush, push the hair out of my face, and act like I was deep in a conversation.

After dinner was over, while all of the first years were being shown around the school, the girls and I made our way to the girls sleeping area and sunk into what would be my newest bed for the year- right in between Rose, and a friend of mine, Hannah. We all listened to one another's summer and started to play around with all of the different things that I had snuck out of my fathers prank shop. Trying out all of the different noises that we could make and Seeing how purple we could make our faces before we would have to have a drink of water. Late in the night more of the girls had falling asleep at the foots of their beds, too tried to even move to get their pillows to support their heads. Gossiping could really take a lot out of a girl.

" So, what do you see in that tall giraffe anyways?" Hannah asked, as k took out my sketchbook.

" What can't you see in that tall giraffe?" I smiled. " I mean did you see all of those muscles under that shirt just begging to come out? Cause I know that I took notice when he stood up during the feast tonight."

" She noticed a lot more then that when he came over and talked to her." Rose smiled. " Even gave him her full name." Hannah gasped.

Everyone knew that I hated the name Roxanna, it just seemed way to formal. I liked the name Roxy a lot more then Roxanna, Roxanna just sounded like an old time song that you would sing to a child, or a black and white film about a prostitute. It just did not fit with my personality at all. But when it came out with Professor Winchester it seemed so right. When he said it it made me want to have everyone call me that name. But then again, it made it seem more special that he was the only one that called me that, even the other professors called me Roxy, it was really the only thing that they every heard me be called, the only thing that I wrote down on all of my papers. But with this new man- it seemed so right in every way, it seemed like he could have called me anything and I would be saying that was my name within the day. I had no clue what had washed over me.

" Who cares? It's only a name? I mean, if you met someone as gorgeous as he is, wouldn't you want to be formal with him?" I smiled. " He deserves something as well as a full name. Don't you agree?" I was talking to myself at this point. Both Rose and Hannah was sound asleep in their beds, heads popping our from the end of their blankets. Sometimes I wondered how long I have been thinking before I had come back to life.

I shuffled to get into a sitting potion and started to sketch out the one thing that I had been promising Fred that I would draw for awhile now. Fred was more of the photographer, he would take the pictures of many different things, flowers, birds, family, and then I would draw them for him. I loved to draw and was good at it as he was with his pictures. We made a team like that, while he liked to take pictures in only black and whites, I gave them color and life into them. Today was a picture of our youngest cousin Lily. She had a flower in her hair, one of the big ones that took up almost all of her ear and hid most of her red hair. She was smiling right at the camera and gave a little bit of a wave. It was the day at the beach- the one day that all of the family gets together and goes to the beach right before school started back up once again. The beach was behind her and you could see the rest of the family wondering the beach around. It was her first time that she would be excited to come to school. And most likely the last time she would be excited for school.

Soon though, everything but the details were done of the photo and I found myself drawing something completely different. They eyes of Professor Winchester were now starring up at my from the paper. It was only a little sketch, but I had memorized the color and the star that he would give to you, as if he was analyzing you as much as you were with him. He seemed to be a close book that no one would be able to get through, he seemed like the type that would only talk to people that he was close to. I knew that I was going to break that wall from the moment that I started to draw him, I wanted to be close to his man. Needed to know more and more about him. I do not know what had gotten into me, everyone says that it's the teenage hormones that just took a liking to an older man. But I think that it was something different- something that cannot be described with the human body- it was love at first sight. Something that you cannot break apart from or stop with words of violence.