A/N: This is a sequel to my first fan fiction, My Life Is So Complicated. I know. I wrote it a long time ago. And it's a bit hard to understand. So, I recommend you don't read it. Its just saying that Morgan Weasley didn't get her magical abilities until her 8th birthday. Well all know she was supposed to get them at 7. But yeah. So this is her first year of Hogwarts, not all of them will be named that by the way, and I hope you enjoy it! R&R! Oh and Disclamier: I am not J.K. Rowling(Would I get sued if I said I was? :P). Only the plot belongs to me :D


Chapter 1: Platform Nine and Three Quarters

"GET UP!" Jessica Weasley yelled for the ninth time, throwing a pillow at her young sister. "We are going to be late because of you!"

Morgan Weasley sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyelids. She had been wanting to go to Hogwarts for 3 years and she stayed up late last night reading all about it.

The aroma of Strawberry Pancakes filled her room through her air vents. Morgan hurriedly got up and put on her clothes and brushed her teeth. Hermione made sure that all of the Weasley kids had their stuff packed last week, so Morgan was fully prepared. At least she hoped.

"Morning Mum!" Morgan said happily as she made her way down the steps.

"Good Morning, sweetheart." said Hermione hurriedly. "I need you to eat quickly, everyone has already ate and the boys are putting the bags in the car. Once you are finished, don't forget to pack your last minute stuff."

"Mum, I told you I had everything packed."

"I mean your toothbrush, deodorant, things like that." Hermione dried her hands as she had just finished washing dishes. "And don't forget to wash your plate."

"Mmkay."

"And-"

"MUM! I got it."

Hermione smiled. "Ok. See you in the car."

Morgan got up as soon as Hermione left and washed her plate. She was so excited! She went upstairs and packed all her "last minute" items.

She got outside as soon as she used the bathroom (Hermione made them use the bathroom every time they went somewhere.) just to see Ron closing the door and locking it behind her.

"Morning Daddy."

"Morning, Morgan. Are you excited?"

"Most definitely!"

"Alright, then!"

Ron hopped in the car and Morgan got in and sat on Hugo's lap. The car was cramped, even when Hermione put a expansion car on it. Everyone was coming. Hugo, who had already graduated, came last night. Jessica failed her O.W.L.s (Twice) and her N.E.W.T.s so she is in her sixth year. Jason and Mason failed their O.W.L.s (Once) so they are in their seventh year. Emily didn't fail anything, so she is in her 2nd year. Rose, already graduated, and she is supposed to come, but she and dad aren't quite getting along yet, they do sometimes, because mum did something to him (They made us go to Grandma Weasley's house for the night. Rose, Hugo, and Jason and Mason know. Also Jessica, but Morgan doesn't. Emily just doesn't pay attention.) . No one made it threw their year without failing. Hopefully that wouldn't be Morgan.

They arrived shortly at King Cross station. They walked past a few trains until they saw platform Nine and Three Quarters. Morgan had watched every last one of them repeatedly go through the wall and had come to no conclusion. Morgan knew everything about magic there is, but she just didn't get it. What happened if you stopped when you were in there? Jessica said that is why we run. But why is it called platform Nine and Three Quarters if you run through the middle, which is somewhat half? Morgan wondered why no one had asked this before.

"Ready Morgan?" a familiar voice broke her thoughts.

"Hmm, what?"

It was Ron who had asked. "Are you ready to go through?"

Morgan looked around and it was only herself and Ron standing in the area. Everybody else must have already went through. She looked at her watch. it was 10:40. Hermione always made sure they got here early.

"Yes."

Ron took her hand in his. Ron was always dramatic. "RUN!" He shouted, just loud enough the muggles didn't look at them. Morgan honestly thought they would crash into the wall if she stopped. Ron held a firm grip, so if she stopped she would get dragged along.

When Morgan saw the wall was getting closer she closed her eyes. She knew they weren't going to crash, but she just felt as though it would. She felt as though she was entering some dark closet with no oxygen. Surprisingly, she was still breathing before she could tell if she was in the wall or not, she was out.

She opened her eyes and saw what looked like everyone in the world. There was people from ages 11 to 17 with owls, toads, rats, and

Before she could finish her thought, she was whipped around and hugged, well more squeezed. She hugged the person back and she realized from the smell it a Grandma Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley pulled back and smiled. Morgan smiled back, with the little bit of oxygen left in her face. Behind Mrs. Weasley she saw Harry, Ginny, Albus, Lily, and James.

"Ginny!" Morgan ran towards her aunt. Ginny didn't want any of them calling her "Aunt Ginny". She said it made her feel old.

"Hi my little princess!" Ginny spoiled everyone else except her own kids. No one knew why. "Are you ready to go to Hogwarts?"

Morgan nodded. She made constant notes to herself to be cute and adorable whenever Ginny was around. No matter how embarrassing it was.

Morgan went around to all of them and hugged until her arms were tired. She hadn't seen them in a while. But the question was, where was Rose?

As if it was Merlin who heard her question, Rose appeared through the wall. Her hand was still in and out it came with Scorpius holding it. The other Malfoy's must already be there.

Ron turned around after patting Harry on the back just to wish he hadn't. He saw the two and was instantly infuriated.

"Dad-" started Rose who held out her arms for hug, smiling.

Ron's face turned red. Hermione stopped him.

"Ron, don't you dare yell at her!" said Hermione, becoming Mrs. Weasley. "You may be her father, but I am her mother as well. You see her holding out her arms to give you a hug, why don't you accept it? It may be the last.

When Ron just stood there staring at Rose, Hermione whispered in his ear. His face drained from red and his cheeks turned pink.

Ron went forward to give Rose a hug and returned back to his spot in front of Harry. He said nothing to Scorpius. Hermione had did it again. 'What was she saying to him?' thought Morgan.

Hermione was satisfied.

"Morgan why don't you go and put your stuff on the train and talk to us from the window? Its almost time to go."

"Don't sit near the Slytherins." Ron muttered. Hermione glared.

"Okay!" said Morgan, a little bit too quickly. She couldn't help it. She was excited.

Morgan pushed her trunks up and into the train. There was a lot going on, and a little space. She pushed her trunk past people who were in the way. She ran over some of people's feet, and she said sorry. She eventually stopped thinking that they shouldn't be in the way anyway.

She found an empty compartment, Un-surprisingly. 'Just like Uncle Harry did.' Morgan thought. 'Then someone will come in looking for a seat.'

Morgan slid her trunk under her seat and opened her window. She caught Hermione's eye and everyone came over. She saw George and Angelina too. Roxanne and Fred Jr. must already be on the train.

"Morgan darling." said Ginny, breaking her observation. "Why are you sitting by yourself? Don't you want to sit with your cousins? Your siblings?"

"No. I want to be just like Uncle Harry." Morgan smiled.

Everyone looked from one another. Harry mouthed "Who told her about the war?"

Morgan was confused, yet suspicious. "What war? I was talking about when Dad told me that story about when Uncle Harry and him first met."

"Oh." Ginny smiled, and everyone looked relieved. "Of course."

Morgan looked suspiciously at them, then turned her head.

George was standing at a close window, talking to Roxanne and Fred. He was in pain. He was still happy old uncle George, but everyone was cautious of him after he attempted suicide. Only Roxanne and Emily kept close by him. Just to make sure he didn't try anything. He kissed his children's heads, not as love, but as a duty. Morgan was sad for him. He saw her looking at him and smiled. What a fake smile. Although she had never really seen him smile before.

Morgan was still wondering though. Uncle Fred had died. In the war.

"Mum, what war?"

No one made eye contact with Morgan.

"Mum!"

Finally, Hermione accidentally did. Morgan stared at her. Luckily, the train slowly started to move. Morgan wanted to her answer. And she had so many more answers too.

She looked at mum both confused, angry, and horrified. "Mum!" she shouted.

Everyone waved goodbye.

Morgan was so prepared for Hogwarts, she wasn't.

"Owl us!" Hermione yelled chasing after the train.

"Mum! Don't leave me hear to die!"

But her response was drowned after they disappeared and they were on the country side.

Morgan was disappointed. Someone knew. Maybe she would ask a staff member. Or that Hagrid they talked about.

She sat down in her seat in closed the window.

She waited patiently for someone to come.

Apparently, Merlin didn't here her correctly. Emily came in and sat down.

Morgan stared. "Yes?" she asked, impatient.

Emily was looking out her window.

"Earth to Emily." said Morgan waving her hand in front of her sisters' face.

Emily looked at her. "Hi."

"What do you want." Morgan said it as a statement. Not a question.

"Oh, nothing." Emily stood up and wandered back out. 'She's a weird one.' Morgan thought. She was also angry that she didn't get to yell at her. She really wanted to yell at someone. Anyone.

Suddenly, a boy came in.

"What do you think you're doing?" Morgan spat.

The boy looked taken aback. "I'm trying to get away from those rotten Slytherins. I'm Tyrant." He held out his hand.

Morgan just ruined her chance to be like her uncle. She was probably not even going to get it back, so there is no point in being nice now. She turned back to the window, clearly angry. The boy took his hand back and sat down.

"Why are you still here?"

"Weasley, right?"

Morgan stared. "Um, can you like, leave?"

"Morgan Weasley? Rose talks about you all the time."

'Rose. Rose, as in Rose, my older sister.' Morgan looked at him up and down. Malfoy was written all over him.

"You're the Malfoy son."

Tyrant smiled when she responded. 'He has a nice smile' thought Morgan.

"Yes."

Silence.

"So, are you gonna sit in here the whole time?" asked Morgan, wondering if she found her Ron.

"I was planning too." he said.

"Cool." they both looked out the window.

This was going to be a long ride.


A/N: You know when Rose wanted to hug Ron, I really thought about putting "Nigga, Fuck yo hug!" Lol. But it was only for a split second. Stop looking at me like that. -_- It was a thought, I wasn't really going to do it! I should stop watching videos. Jeez, but I have to admit, it would be funny if I put that. Well, to me. *Sigh* Just ignore my immature comments, k? The next chapter will be really good! Review Please! 😜