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These are the Parents and the Children so you know who is who.

Hermione/Ron

Jerry, 17, 7th year, R

Vanessa (Tessa), 15, 5th year, G

Kimberly, 14, 4th year, R

Charlie, 13, 3rd year, G

Chelsea, 11, 1st year, G

Dylan, 11, 1st year, R

Harry/Ginny

Lily, 15, 5th year, G

James, 12, 2nd year, G

Allison, 11, 1st year, G

Seamus/Parvati

Ryan, 11, 1st year, H

Neville/Hannah

Alice, 17, 7th year, H

Frank, 11, 1st year, G

Draco/Pansy

Vivian, 16, 6th year, S

Circe, 15, 5th year, S

Calvin, 11, 1st year, S

Dean/Padma

Karen, 12, 2nd year, R

Cho/Roger Davies

Shane, 14, 4th year, R

Ramona (Mona), 11, 1st year, H

Oliver/Alicia

Jonas, 16, 6th year, G

Robby, 14, 4th year, G

Damian, 11, 1st year, G

Lee/Angelina

Toby, 17, 7th year, G

Angie, 13, 3rd year, G

Chapter One: New Family

Harry Potter sat down in front of his three children and sighed. For the last twenty years he, his wife, Ginny, and their kids have been living in the Muggle world. They mad a special arrangement with Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, to privately tutor their children in magic. The only contact they had with the wizarding world was with Dumbledore. All their friends knew that they were alive, but they hadn't heard from the Potters for quite some time. Now Harry decided to move back into the wizarding world, mainly due to the fact that for the past year Ginny had been very homesick.

"Dad, what did you want to tell us?" Their oldest daughter, Lily, asked. At fifteen she had boys falling head over heels in love with her. She had inherited her fathers green eyes and jet black hair, and her mother's freckles and delicate features. She had an outgoing personality, she got on with everyone, and her father's skills at Quidditch.

"Well, as you know, your mum and I have been discussing were we want to live next year-" Harry began.

"You mean we are actually moving to America?" James interrupted his dad. James was a striking image of his father, all but his tomato red hair. He also had his mother's temper and wit.

"No. We decided to stay in England. Well, there is only one way to say this. We have decided to move back into the wizarding world." Harry stopped and looked at his kids. Lily's face lit up and she squealed. James shouted "woo-hoo". Only 11 year old Allison was quiet. She wore her long black hair down to her waist, like her mother, but that was the only similarity between them, unless you counted their ears. The shyest Potter, she was closest to her dad. She loved hearing old Hogwarts stories about how he and his friends got into trouble. Although only Harry knew it, Allison got her fathers knack for attracting problems.

"Ally," Harry said, using his special nick-name for her, "How do you feel?"

"Dad, does this mean that I will go to school with other witches and wizards?" Allison asked.

"Yes, you will be attending Hogwarts. I already talked to Dumbledore."

"Uncle Albus? Why would you talk to him?" Lily asked.

"He is the headmaster at Hogwarts." Ginny answered, smiling at her firstborn.

"But... this is brilliant! When do we leave?" James shouted.

"Calm down James. First we are going to move. We found a nice little house near my family's." Ginny look the happiest Harry had ever seen her.

"We have relatives?" Lily asked.

"Of course we have relatives, dumbo. Where do you think babies come from anyway?" said James.

"Calm down. You lot have to get to sleep. We have a big day ahead of us. Tomorrow we will visit our new house and meet your cousins." Harry stood up and stretched. He grabbed his wife around the waist and threw her over his shoulder.

"Harry James Potter, you let me down, right this instant." Ginny screamed. He carried her into their bedroom and set her on the bed. He sat next to her and sighed again.

"Harry, don't worry. Everything will be fine." Ginny said, rubbing his shoulders.

"I'm worried about what we will do for work. I doubt wizards need accountants." He and Ginny had gone to university and became accountants.

Ginny leaned over and kissed him softly. "You know that Dumbledore will find you a job. He mentioned a spot in the Ministry of Ma-"

"I am NOT going to run for Minister of Magic!" Harry cried. "I don't care what anyone says. People won't even remember me!"

"Shh, Harry. Just promise me you will think about it, okay? You aren't obligated to do anything." Ginny kissed him again.

"Mmmmm... why do you do that when you know I'm upset?" Harry moaned.

"Because it calms you down." Ginny did it again.

"Dad, can we take Floo powder to the Burrow?" Allison asked. She and her siblings were eating breakfast.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore had our house connected to the Floo Network for one week. It's time to go." He said, looking at his watch. He herded his family into the living room. He pulled out a jar of sparkling powder.

"Okay, remember what we went over. Talk loud and clear. Allison, you first." He held out the jar to Allison. She took a handful and stepped into the fireplace. She dropped the powder and said "the Burrow!". She felt a rush as her body began to spin. After thirty seconds she shot out of another fireplace and into a large room. Getting up, she dusted herself off. The room was empty.

"Hello?" she called. A short woman with short brown hair came into the room.

"Hello! You must be Harry's daughter. I am your aunt, Hermione Weasley." She took Allison's hand and shook it briskly.

"Hi. I'm Allison." Allison liked this formal woman.

"Very nice to meet you. You look so much like your father." Hermione said.

"Except for my ears. Sorry, but you don't look like either of my parents. How can you be my aunt.?"

Hermione laughed. "I married your mum's brother, Ron." She turned and called "Kids! They're here!" Immediately Allison felt a rumbling coming from the floor. It felt like a stampede. A horde of kids ran into the room. It seemed to Allison that there were more than she could count.

"Good. How old are you Allison?" Hermione asked.

"Eleven. I'm going to be a first year." whispered Allison, clamming up.

"Let me introduce you to your cousins. Dylan and Chelsea are eleven, too. They will also be starting their first year." She motioned to a red-headed girl and boy who were almost identical, all but their hair. Chelsea wore hers like her mother, short. Dylan wore his cropped so close to his head that it gave the impression that someone had scrubbed his head raw. They towered over Allison. She wondered vaguely if her uncle Ron was tall, too. "Charlie is 13 years old. He is going to be a third year." She pointed to a short boy with brown hair. He was covered head to toe in freckles. "Kimberly is fourteen. She will be a fourth year." Hermione pointed to a tall girl with brown hair and glasses. "Vanessa, we call her Tessa, is sixteen. She will be in her sixth year." She pointed to a short girl with tomato red hair and freckles. "Jerry is seventeen. He is Head boy and in his last year." She pointed to a tall boy with red hair and glasses. "Kids, this is—" She was cut off by a loud bang. Everyone turned toward the fireplace. Harry was lying there, covered in soot. Hermione ran over to him and helped him up. "Harry! She threw herself at him.

"Harry, should I be worried about you stealing my wife?" A voice came from the doorway. A tall man stood their, smirking.

"Ron!" Harry gave Ron a big bear hug. "This is brilliant! How are you?"

Ron returned the hug and smiled. "Great. It's great to see you." Another bang emitted from the fireplace. Lily got up and beamed at everyone. A few seconds later James shot out. Introductions began again.

"Oy, Harry. Where is my little sister?" Ron asked. He was answered by yet another bang. Ginny got up and enveloped Ron in a hug. Finally, after an hour of greetings, things finally calmed down. Hermione set out a large lunch for everyone. Soon, Allison felt like she had known her cousins all her life.