Disclaimer: I do not own or have any claim to the Characters of Universe of the Harry Potter franchise. I am merely submitting this for the overall enjoyment of you the reader.

Comments are of course welcome. This is hopefully one in a series of short flashes of the life of the Next Gen.

If one were to look at platform 9 3/4 on the first of September 2016 they would see a near endless number of children giving they're goodbyes to families in various states of emotion. Father's yelling about familiars, mum's crying over first years and such. However if one was of the curious sort they might notice that a little ways off from the massive Potter-Weasley group was a rather small first year who was playing with the hem of their jumper while a ginger man with horn rimmed glasses was perched down in front of them. If this one was so inclined and had an extendable ear they could here a rather unique and heartwarming conversation. Luckily one particular story teller is on very good terms with one George Weasley and very much so inclined to listen to said unique and heartwarming conversation.

~Next~Gen~

By no means would anyone (apart from himself) call Percy Weasley reasonable, however on this particular morning he was in rare form as he knelt in front of his youngest child.

"Lucy, I understand that your first time going to Hogwarts can be rather frightening. But I don't understand why you were fine with going up until this morning."

"I told you. I read the letter again and it said 'Dear Miss Weasley'! They'll put me in with the girls." The response was quiet and eyes were kept firmly on the ground."

"And why is it a bad thing to be in with the other girls?"

Blue eyes flickered up for only a moment and fingers worried at the jumper once more. "Because I'm not a girl."

Percy blinked rapidly and glanced back at his wife who was currently straightening out their eldest daughter's hair. "But of course you're a girl. You've always been my little Lucy."

"I only pretended to be a girl because Molly made fun of me and you and mummy like me better as a girl. I'm really a boy, I just came out a bit funny."

"Oh."

"Do you still love me? Even though I'm not a little girl like you wanted?"

Realizing that he was doing his best impression of one of those silly orange fish his father gave the kids last holiday, Percy snapped his mouth shut. "Of course I still love you! Me and your mum must have been pretty silly not to notice we've had a wonderful son all these years."

Lucy cast a very skeptical look at his father. "You're not upset Molly's the only girl now?"

"I'm a bit surprised but I could never be upset for either of my children being who they are."

"But I'll still have to sleep with girls?"

Percy worried his lip a bit. "I'll owl The Headmistress as soon as I get home and let her know that she made a mistake and that Mr. Weasley shouldn't have to sleep with the girls even if he came out a bit funny. I can't make any promises but I will certainly try."

He suddenly found himself with an arm full of an exuberant child as Lucy, it felt weird to call him that now, embraced his father with as much force as eleven year old arms could possibly hold.

"Er come to think of it, I don't think Lucy is an appropriate name for a growing boy. I always liked Luca.."

"I don't like that one, I like Lucas. It sounds like Lucy but for a boy."

"Well before the train leaves we should reintroduce you to the family. I'm sure they'd all like to meet Lucas."

~Next~Gen~