A/N: I found this old fan fic a few days ago and since I won't be able to work on Love is NOT a Joke for a while, I decided to rewrite this. It was written years ago, before Deathly Hallows came out, so obviously these are not the third generation children you know and love. I hope you can come to adore these characters anyway.

Disclaimer: I only own the characters Lexa, Nyles, Thomas, and Tyler. The rest of the characters mentioned here belong completely to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One: Telling Nyles the Truth

My name is Alexandra Jean Weasley, but I go by Lexa. I'm twenty two years old and I live with my cousins Tyler James and Thomas Sirius Potter, who are the same ages as me. I am an Auror and work alongside their father, my uncle Harry Potter. I have an eleven year old brother named Nyles Ronald Weasley and he is my world. I love him more than anything and anyone.

Our parents were Ron and Hermione Weasley. I was eleven years old when they died, their deaths caused by a psycho named Draco Malfoy. He destroyed my family and I can never, ever forgive him for it. I was there. I know the whole story.

Nyles knew nothing of how our parents died and I wanted to keep it from him for as long as I could. Uncle Harry, Auntie Ginny, Tyler, and Thomas respected my wishes and promised to never talk to my brother about what happened to our parents until I was ready. That day came much sooner than I wanted.

On this particular day, I stumbled out of our fireplace and onto our couch, feeling as though I could fall asleep right then and there. My day was filled with paperwork after paperwork, so I was beyond tired.

"Lexa? Lexa, is that you?"

I sighed as my eyes flew open at the sound of my name. Even though Uncle Harry reminded me before I left the office, I completely forgot my little brother was staying the night with us.

I groaned as he flew over the couch and landed on my stomach, knocking the breath out of me. "Lexa! I missed you so much! It's been so long!"

I knew this was a lie since he'd just been over the weekend before. Instead of calling him out, I pulled him into a hug and said, "You're so hyper. The twins have been feeding you joke shop candy, haven't they?"

"We had to find somewhere to put the extra candy," Tyler and Thomas said in unison from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes. They were more like Uncle Fred and Uncle George instead of their parents and it drove me crazy. It didn't help that they worked for our uncles at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Nyles rolled off of me as I sat up to catch my breath. "Are you excited about tomorrow?" I asked him, smiling widely.

"I guess so," he said. "I'm ready to see the rest of the family and meet some new friends. But… but it feels so weird knowing I won't see you all until December."

I rubbed his back and rested my head on top of his. "I know, Nyles. But you'll love Hogwarts, I promise. It will be the best seven years of your life."

"Just because you loved it doesn't mean I will."

"Oh come on, don't talk like that," Tyler said as he and Thomas came into the living room and sat on the couch opposite us. "Think of it this way. You'll have more freedom at Hogwarts than you do at home."

"No one to tell you when to go to bed," Thomas stated.

"You can eat all the food you'd ever want every day in the Great Hall."

"Hey, if you're good, we'll let you borrow Dad's invisibility cloak."

"You can sneak out late at night—"

"—but don't get caught by Peeves—"

"—because he'll wake the whole castle in one loud cry—"

"Okay, you guys aren't helping anymore!" I yelled over them. Nyles laughed as the twins quickly shut their mouths.

"Is there anything at all you're looking forward to at Hogwarts?" I asked him. "There has to be something you're at least curious about."

He was silent for just a few moments, but then he looked at me and quietly said, "I think I'm ready for the sorting."

"There you go!" I exclaimed. "Everyone's always ready for the sorting. Which house are you hoping for?"

"If you're put in Slytherin, we'll disown you," Thomas said before Nyles could get a word out.

"Thomas!" I yelled.

"Listen mate, the house you want is Ravenclaw," Tyler said. "Lexa, Thomas, and I started a new tradition when we became the first Weasleys' in fifty years to not be sorted into Gryffindor. Keep this tradition going!"

"I'm going to kick you both out of here if you say another word!" I yelled at them.

"We live here too! Freedom of speech!" they both cried.

"I want to be in Gryffindor."

The three of us turned to look at my little brother, who had quietly said his wish. I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye and instantly knew why he chose that house.

"Mum and Dad were Gryffindors," he continued softly. "Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny have always told me stories of how brave they were. I want to be just like them."

No one said a word. All I could do was kiss his forehead and sigh.

As we sat in silence, I couldn't help but imagine the conversation between my parents at that moment in Heaven. Dad would be so proud to hear Nyles wanted to be in Gryffindor, probably calling him a true Weasley. Mum would yell at Dad, saying that he was a true Weasley no matter what house he was in, making Dad turn red in embarrassment.

A small chuckle went through me as I came back to reality. "When the Sorting Hat is placed on top of your head, be sure to let him know this. I'm almost positive he'll sort you into Gryffindor." I was happy to see a satisfied smile appear on my brother's face.

"Okay, it's time to go to sleep now," I stated, standing up and stretching. "I'm tired and you, mister, have to get up early and finish packing."

"How do you know I haven't finished packing yet?" Nyles asked, standing up as well.

"Because you're a Weasley, that's how," I grinned, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

"Lexa, you go on to bed and we'll help Nyles get ready for bed," Thomas said. "You obviously need some sleep."

"Yeah," Tyler added. "I haven't seen bags that big under your eyes since O.W.L's fifth year."

"Okay, I get it, I'm tired!" I said, making the twins snicker. "You two really make me reconsider living with you sometimes. Goodnight all."

With that, I was off to my suddenly cozy and comfortable bed, not even bothering to change into my nightclothes. I awaited the day I could come home from work and have at least an ounce of energy left in my body.

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Around midnight, being the light sleeper that I was, I heard my door squeak as it slowly opened. I turned over to see Nyles creeping into my room.

"What are you doing up?" I asked him as I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "Getting up early tomorrow, remember?"

"I can't sleep," he said, softly closing my door. "I… I have a lot of stuff on my mind."

I turned on the lamp next to my bed and invited my brother to crawl in next to me. He jumped in and crawled into my arms, wrapping his small arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around him and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"I'm afraid to tell you," he mumbled.

"Don't be afraid, Nyles. You can talk to me about anything. You know that."

He didn't say anything, so I didn't pressure him to talk. Instead, I rubbed his ginger hair and waited for him to fall asleep. But after ten minutes, when I was starting to fall asleep myself, he finally began to speak.

"I can't stop thinking about Mum and Dad. Lexa… will you tell me about how they died?"

I froze as he said these words.

"I know what you're going to say," he said after a moment. "You think I'm too young. But Lex, I've heard all the stories from when Mum, Dad, Uncle Harry, and Auntie Ginny were at Hogwarts. Uncle Harry defeated Quirrel and Voldemort when he was my age. Auntie Ginny was possessed by Voldemort's diary when she was my age. And you… well… you were my age when our parents died." He paused, waiting for my response, but I couldn't say a word. "Lexa, please. I know you don't think I can handle it, but I can. I have to know how they died."

"It's not that I don't think you can handle it, sweetheart," I said quietly, not able to look at him. "It's just so hard to talk about."

"Lexa, it's okay."

Realizing the voice didn't come from my little brother, I looked up to see Ron and Hermione standing at the foot of my bed, Dad's arm wrapped around Mum.

"He's right," Dad said. "He's strong and brave and he can handle it. He deserves to know. It's okay." Mum only nodded, the tears spilling from her eyes.

I sighed, feeling the tears swell in my eyes and overflow. "Our parents didn't just die, Nyles. Dad was murdered, and it left a horrible, everlasting effect on our mother."

With my parents there in spirit to comfort me, I began the life story of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.