Author's Note: Okay, so this was just an idea I got while I was in the shower (don't ask). So I wanted to get this down, but I wanted to finish chapter eight of Possibly, Maybe, Definitely. Anyway, now I've got it out and I want to know: does it look like a good story?
Disclaimer: Anything familiar is not mine.
/September 1—Platform 9 and ¾/
"Good bye, Rosie," Hugo Weasley told his sister just before she boarded the train.
"You have my letter?" Rose Weasley asked him, looking behind her to make sure she didn't miss it.
"Yup; do you have mine?" Hugo wanted to know and she nodded.
"You take care, alright, Hugo?" she said simply, pulling her brother into a last, quick hug before jumping onto the train after their cousin, Albus Potter.
"I know the two of you were close, so if you ever need to talk, alright, Hugo?" Hermione Granger-Weasley said simply, her thick, brown hair pulled back in low ponytail.
"Yes, Mum," Hugo said, knowing full well that he was going to be writing to Rose all year anyway. He could only anticipate it.
/September 1—Rosie/
Rosie,
I'm sure you're on the train now, sitting next to our cousins (or they're hovering over you as you read this!), so tell them hi for me, even though we just said good-bye. Does that really make sense? Anyway, you absolutely promised me that you would tell me first what House you were sorted into, so don't break your promise!
Hugo
P.S. I wish you would get Sorted into Ravenclaw more. I know all the Weasleys have been in Gryffindor, but I think you're more of a Ravenclaw.
/September 1—Hugo/
Dear Hugo,
How are you, little brother? I feel so weird writing this when you're just down the hall! I guess I'll have to get used to it for now, huh? I think Mum's worried about us, I'm not sure why, but I have this weird feeling that something's going wrong.
Oh, don't be mad at me or try and find out for me, will you? You have to promise you'll be the same sweet little boy that never got into trouble—oh, who am I kidding? You were practically raised by James! I suppose I'll just have to ask you to keep yourself in one piece for me, then. Can you do at least that?
Sincerely,
Rose
/September 2—Rosie/
Rosie,
Why do you put 'dear' at the beginning of the letter and 'sincerely' at the end? You don't have to write it all formal, you know, it's just me you're mailing, not the Minister of Magic. What House have you been Sorted into? Was it Ravenclaw? Was I right in the House? Or did you uphold the Weasley tradition and stick with Gryffindor? I can't wait for all your stories!
Hugo
/September 2—Hugo/
Dear Hugo,
Did you really wish that? Well, if that's how you think, then maybe I shan't tell you what House I was Sorted into!
Rosie
P.S. I wasn't able to see the Giant Squid on my way to cross the lake, but you and I have seven years to see him, so don't fret!
/September 3—Rosie/
Oh Rosie, you know I was only joking! I really don't care what House you get into! Please, please, please tell me what House you got Sorted to! You'd better tell me or I'm never talking to you again!
/September 3—Hugo/
Hugo, you know I absolutely can't stay mad at you!
Well, I got sorted into Gryffindor House, just as Dad predicted! Mum might be a little angry at that, being wrong and all. You aren't being horrid to them are you? I wouldn't be able to stand that! Neither would they and you know they've been on the fritz lately!
Nothing extremely exciting has happened—although, yesterday, Albus and James got into a little spat because James was being a right—well—he was being a right Uncle Fred! He wouldn't return Albus' bag to him until I had to get it back. Of course, Albus had kept his wand in his bag so he had no chance of doing the Levitation Spell to bring it towards him, but I did, so that's what I did.
Rosie
/September 4—Rosie/
Really, Rosie? That sounds like a lot of excitement to me! And sounds like the story that Dad likes to tell of when he and Mum first became friends! With the troll in the loo and everything! James could be the troll, and the bag is his club, while Albus is Uncle Harry, or even Mum, and you are Dad! I guess you are a lot like him, aren't you?
/September 4—Hugo/
Hugo, that apology of yours is a day too late, in my opinion! Now you know my House without having to beg for it!
I'm not sure what else to tell you except that I absolutely abhor Potions. I know I said it might just be my favourite subject, but the man that teaches it, Professor Slughorn, well, he's a right old—oh, what's that word? Well, whatever it is, it's the complete opposite of diplomat! All he cares about is meeting famous people or even people who have great potential! Why, I came five minutes late and he said nothing about it, but then this Muggle-born girl, Rachelle Harwood, came in and he told her that she would have to give him a foot-long essay on the importance of punctuality! Where's the justice in that?!
A very disagreeable Rosie
/September 5—Rosie/
That Slughorn bloke sounds like a real horrid fellow! I asked Mum about him after I read your letter and she said that he had been doing that since he first started teaching! Can you believe that they've still kept him? Dad said he isn't as bad, compared to some Snape man, but then Mum kicked him before he could say anything else. Do you think you can find something about this Snape character there?
/September 5—Hugo/
I think you might be right, Hugo! That does sound a lot like that doesn't it? Too bad I don't get any points for saving Albus from the Troll! Uh-oh, Victoire's coming down and she looks positively livid. I wonder what's going on—I'm going to find out and tell you later. As for now, Alana's getting a little impatient, so I'll send this off now.
/September 6—Rosie/
Well of course I'm right—I'm Hugo Weasley! And it is a shame that you won't help with getting the House Cup this year, oh well. And what was Victoire all angry about? You can't just leave a bloke hanging like that!
/September 6—Hugo/
Did she really? That's a peculiar case for Mum of all people to insult a teacher! Uncle Harry always had her come out as a goody-two-shoe! And did she really kick Dad? He didn't have to sleep on the couch or anything, right?
Oh, and I looked up 'this Snape character,' with a little help from my new friend, Rachelle Harwood. She was the girl that Slughorn had had write an essay, if you remember. Well, anyway, she and I looked up all the Snape names we could and we only found one: Severus Snape. That's right! Severus—like Albus' middle name! I wrote a letter to Uncle Harry about that, but have yet to receive a reply.
Anyway, Severus Snape was a student here at Hogwarts, a Slytherin of all Houses. After he graduated, he became the Potions Master until Uncle Harry's sixth year, when Slughorn came back. Slughorn became Potions Master and Snape finally became DADA teacher, like he always wanted. The next year (during Voldemort's reign of terror), he was made Headmaster when Dumbledore died. The end of that year, Snape himself was killed by Voldemort. The details are sketchy, and the sources are a little under par, so I'm just waiting for Uncle Harry's reply.
/September 7—Rosie/
He didn't Rosie, and thank Merlin's beard! I was afraid of that too when they darted daggers at each other all night! But before I went to bed, I went over to say good night and they were sitting in the same bed. And when I woke up, they were already in the kitchen, getting ready to go to work. Of course, I was dropped off at Grandma Molly's, but I didn't really mind. Although it was quiet since it was mostly just me and Lily that morning.
I'm glad you became friends with Rachelle. She sounds like a nice girl.
That's quite a story about one man! Sounds almost as impressive as Uncle Harry's! Of course, no one's story can be as impressive as his, but there are always the close calls.
/September 7—Hugo/
Oh don't worry, Hugo, you didn't miss much. Victoire was upset because Teddy said that he might not be going to Hogsmeade the coming weekend because he had to work. Of course, Victoire went around and sulked all day. She's better now, though. Actually, she showed me where the kitchens were when I accompanied her to get some chocolate. The House-elves were so nice—no wonder Mum tried to protect them!
/September 8—Rosie/
Really? Was that all? Why was she so upset about that? Teddy never comes here for the weekend. And I thought she was on that thing, a diet, I think. She told me she couldn't eat any chocolate because of it! Why did she suddenly want chocolate?
/September 8—Hugo/
That's good, I really don't know what would happen if they had another spat like they did that night! I was scared they were going to walk out on us!
I'm glad I got to know Rachelle too! She's got two older sisters who're in Hogwarts already; one, Sarah, is a third year Slytherin (can you believe it? A Muggle-born in Slytherin!). The other one, her name's Hayden, a second year Hufflepuff, and Rachelle's in Ravenclaw. The three of them (they're all quite close despite the House rivalry) actually all think that their littlest sister, Geneva (but everyone calls her Genny, like Aunt Ginny but with an 'E') will end up in Gryffindor. Wouldn't that be quite a laugh?
Uncle Harry is just your favourite uncle and you know it! In your book, he's invincible!
/September 9—Rosie/
No, they seem to be getting along—what's that word you use? Oh yes—splendidly. They're not fighting as much anymore.
That really is weird. I think she might just be the first Muggle-born ever in Hogwarts (you should go check that as well). Sarah the Slytherin, Hayden the Hufflepuff, Rachelle the Ravenclaw, and Genny the Gryffindor. Really would be a riot, wouldn't it?
Of course Uncle Harry's my favourite! And he really is invincible, Rosie! Don't you remember the stories? He's the Boy-Who-Lived! The only one to survive the Killing Curse—TWICE!! You really should brush up on your family history, Rosie.
/September 9—Hugo/
Why are you being an insensitive prat?
...
Oh wait, never mind, I forgot that you still don't understand this whole going-out thing. Victoire and Teddy always meet at Hogsmeade, you see. And now, he has to break the tradition so he can keep making money, but Victoire doesn't really want that right now, she wants to see Teddy. The chocolate is because it makes her feel better—it's been clinically proven by the Muggles you know.
/September 10—Rosie/
You're right, I really don't get the whole going-out thing. Since I have nothing else to say, I'm letting Lily do all the talking...
Rosie! You must be having LOADS of fun!! I know I would be!! Oh, by the way, this is Lily talking now! Are you serious about those Harwood sisters? It's almost like they could be reincarnations of the Founders, but that's impossible since all traces of their descendants died with Voldemort, huh? Did you know that Uncle Fred and Uncle George used to say, "I'm Gred and he's Forge!" Grandma Molly was just telling us that before Alana arrived with the letter. Did you get Pig okay? Does he look sick to you? I know you're always better at telling these things than Hugo and I, but if we take it to Grandma Molly she might make him stop doing all the flights and Alana might have to do double the work. Or we could send Errol, I suppose...
Sorry about her, Rosie. I just—hold on, Lily's—trying to get the—quill back—OWE!
I can't believe Hugo was so rude!! Owe—he just bit me! Stop biting me!
You're the one that pounced on me! Uh-oh, Grandma Molly's here. We'd better send Alana off now.
/September 10—Hugo/
Well, I'm glad that they're getting along splendidly, Hugo. And you're not doing anything to make it worse, are you?
Rachelle is really amazed at your vocabulary. She says that her little sister, Genny, who might come next year, can't speak or write as well as you!
I suppose you're right about Uncle Harry, but you can't forget Dumbledore! He may not have survived the Killing Curse but he was a great wizard!
/September 11—Rosie/
I'm definitely not making things worse—hold on, Lily's trying to get at the quill. There, I told her that she could continue writing in the other one if she let me write in this one alone. But I've been a good boy for the past few days, I promise.
That's a good thing, right?
Dumbledore was a great wizard, but Uncle Harry could kick his butt to smithereens!
/September 11—Hugo/
I have to say, that last letter was quite an eventful one, wasn't it? Tell Lily that I really am having loads of fun. Tell her that I am serious about the Harwood sisters. Also add that nothing's really impossible—children born from wedlock happen every day. I wouldn't be surprised if each of the Founders had a wedlock descendant at least once. I didn't know about Uncles Fred and George, actually. Also, Pig looked fine when he was with me. Just make sure he gets enough water and food, but not too little or too much. Please, please, please for the love of Merlin, don't ever send Errol until he is your very, very last hope. That bird is so old, I'm surprised he's still alive.
I can see the two of you have exciting days together with Grandma Molly. Does she have you clearing the gardens of gnomes now? I can just see tiny Hugo and petite Lily trying to make those pesky trolls fly out of the garden! Oh I do hope she takes pictures!
/September 12—in the Burrow's garden/
"Come on, Hugo! We can do this!" Lily cried as she and Hugo tried to hoist the gnomes, who were barely shorter than them, up and out.
"Ready?" Hugo huffed as he tried to hold the gnome above him. "Go!" he cried and they started twirling. Once they both had enough, they chucked the gnomes out of there and they actually bounced off the wall before getting out of the garden.
"Yes! We did it!" Lily cried happily, hugging Hugo tightly before dancing around the garden happily, with Molly Weasley looking on happily.
/END/
Author's Note: So, are you guys interested to see where this goes? Also, do you want me to continue it in mostly letter format, except for the first and last excerpts or in story format, except for the first and last excerpts? Thoughts, please?
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