Boy I wish owned Harry Potter but i don't. Some characters are of my creation and they are: Karno, Cameron (though last name taken from the fourth book), Melissa, children of certain HP characters and i've fabricated the characteristics of Hermione's parents...

The large 2-storey, red and blue top house was quiet. It was ten minutes past five in the morning according to the radio clock, which was next to an ancient, grandfather clock. On the large grandfather clock were four clock hands. Three of which were pointing to 'home'. The fourth represented the youngest boy, Hugo Weasley, pointing towards 'travelling'.

Yes the boy was travelling. He was jogging, with a backpack, to the nearest park. For any muggle driving by the boy seemed no older than 11. He seemed normal, perhaps average looking. He had a small nose; short, vivid red hair; large forehead and perhaps knobbly legs mounted on a rather thin frame. If they looked closer they would see shining, dark brown eyes. Now most people would think that this is a common eye colour. Not if you seen Hugo Weasley's eyes. His mother, the famous Hermione Weasley, described them as eerily brown with a constant twinkle of shiny black in the dead centre. His father, Ron Weasley, said "bloody wicked".

"No human noise" thought young Hugo. "I love this time of morning; the birds, the overgrown trees, the slowly rising sun and best of all, no loud noises made by my famous family" smiled the young boy. The park was small with a tiny slide, 2 swings and a bench. After making sure the bench didn't have wet paint (imagine his mother's scream after dirtying his white, Nike pants) he unzipped his bag and took out a book called "The History of Alexander the Great". Ofcourse the cover was false and inside was a book on potions. He hated the subject. It was too precise a science. He rather preferred transfiguration. He had one or two chapters left before finishing first year course. Now you may ask, why on earth is he reading something he hates bitterly.

One word folks, 'jealousy'. Hugo was incredibly jealous of his elder sister, Rose Weasley. She was a top student, the best Gryffindor intellectually in over 50 years. She would be starting her third year in two months while Hugo would be embarking on his first year. As a result of Rose's success (and even during primary school) she stole their parent's affection. Rose got many letters from school always proclaiming her brilliance, her hard work and her ability. He barely talked to mum who was either lavishing her daughter's success or at her work. His father wasn't as bad. He played quiditch with him and proclaimed his son a natural keeper. Hugo knew better. He was never good at flying, ever. He had his mother's flying skills. Hugo bitterly thought "it Rose's this and Rose is that" that was the driving force. His aim wasn't grades, his aim was to learn. He felt that his sister memorised without understanding. She couldn't interrelate concepts of different subjects and as a result would not be able to create knowledge. Hugo smiled at this thought.

Chapter 15- using dragon hide to make the antidote to the Kemp Poison

Hugo sighed at the word dragon. Perfect Rose convinced their parents to let her see the dragons in Romania with Charlie. As expected, Hugo wasn't asked. Though he was sure his mother was looking at him, perhaps waiting for him to say "can I come". They thought he was stupid. As simple as that. He'd do something stupid to embarrass them all. He admitted that he never showed any regards for grades in Muggle School so they didn't know his capability. He didn't want to go see some dumb dragons anyway, right?

Wrong. He was dieing to see a real, live dragon. But he didn't hope for much. Especially from his parents. "Son, you don't have your mother's brains… I'll teach you chess" thought Hugo bitterly. He remembered the memory well. The disappointment from his mother as he wasn't good at English or Maths, her frown on his lack of understanding of history, lack of interest and capability in flying and his father's defeated face when he said he didn't understand the concept of the last wizarding war when he was nine. I mean a half-blood trying to remove all but purebloods seemed odd to me. His parents never said much to him anymore.

They thought he wasn't good enough. Well they were wrong. "I AM BETTER" screamed Hugo internally. Taking a deep breathe Hugo looked around. No one was up. Not a life stirred nor was there any car driving by. Peace and quiet thought Hugo. But he had to leave. His parents were getting up in half an hour. Stuffing the potion book back into his bad he made his way back home. Nimbly at first before sprinting at full pace once 100-200m away.

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"Hey Hugo, you got your letter to Hogwarts" beamed Ron Weasley. Putting on a fake smile Hugo displayed what he thought was over the top happiness. "I can't believe it" was his response. Great response, Hugo thought sarcastically. "That's great honey" smiled Hermione Weasley. However, her smile died almost instantly. "Ron who'll take him to Diagon Alley? You'll be in France with Harry looking for that slimy Rookwood, gin and their kids are holidaying in Morocco, Rose and I are in Romania and…" but Ron interrupted "George is free 'Mione so he'll take him down from your parent's place". Both parents nodded and gave an apologetic smile to Hugo. Hugo groaned. "Yeah like you care" snapped Hugo internally. Placing a plastic smile he said "I'll go get my bag packed".

That's when Rose strutted into the kitchen. Ok maybe not strutted but to Hugo Rose was the queen of arrogance. In his eyes she could only do wrong. "Mum, I need help with transfiguration, I can't understand Euclidean concept of magic matter…". Rolling his eyes, Hugo quickly left the room.

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He had never been in a fully muggle house for longer than a day. To say that he had to live in one for a fortnight was truly at exciting experience for young Hugo. His grandparents were calm, nice and spoilt him like a Malfoy. Hugo didn't mind this. While he had finished the first two years of his school work, barring potions where he was half way through 2nd year, learning to cook, clean and look after the house with his pop and granny was a good break.

He had a few accidents here or there. He burnt his hand on the stove, made the lemonade too sour (which is gramma laughed off saying she did that her first time too) and broke a chandelier while helping pop fix it to the ceiling. All in all it was an eventful day on day 1. He enjoyed his granny's cookies and milk. He found the history of China fascinating and found the concept of cathode ray tubes in Television truly ingenious. Both explained by his pop, though briefly. His granny had a degree in finance and explained to him the working of stock exchanges, the concept of economies, macroeconomic and microeconomic policies amongst others. He was truly in heaven. If only his parents taught magic like this, if they ever tried with him. Smiling happily, sleep came easily to young Hugo. His last thought "wonder what house I'll be in".