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"So, who is your favorite uncle?"

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i: rose [2021]

Contrary to popular belief, Rose actually works hard in school. They always assume that she's some sort of laidback girl that doesn't care about school because she's always causing mayhem with her two friends in hopes of having an adventurous seven years but she's a Prefect and top of her year for a reason: she studies a lot.

"Your notes are amazing," Scorpius says amazed as he reads over them in an attempt to retain as much information as possible before their Transfiguration exam. "How do you even manage to take these notes during class? Mine look like chicken scratch!"

"Did no one teach you how to take notes?" Rose curiously asks.

Scorpius shrugs. "The only advice my parents gave me just involved my personality. They didn't really give me actual school advice, like how to manage time between Quidditch and studies and the fastest routes around the castle."

Rose chuckles before Scorpius asks her, "So, who taught you?"

"Oh my Uncle Percy," Rose answers. Scorpius has met her Uncle Percy a few times when she and Albus invited him to the Burrow. From what Scorpius saw, Percy was the embodiment of the boring dad that goes to play golf on the weekends and discusses history with their children.

"Come on! He's so cool! He takes me to the Ministry a lot so I could run around the departments and I'm trying to find my way around more and he doesn't really care because I haven't done anything terrible yet. Not to mention he has actual school advice unlike some of my other uncles like how to take notes. I'd be failing without them-you and Al too because you use them. Plus he gave me all the lists of the best books I could use in the library because we wizards are idiotic and don't use the muggle internet. And not to mention he gives me all these muggle stuff. I've got a TV in my room and he gave me a phone. Of course I rarely use it because not only do I have barely any muggle friends, but also no internet connection most of the time."

Scorpius looks at her with an amused expression on his face. He tries to ignore the fluttering feeling in his stomach he's getting from staring at the interest and excitement in her eyes. He bites his lip to stop himself from smiling and decides to say something so she won't know he's still crushing on her, even though she has a boyfriend.

"Your Uncle Percy is still boring though," Scorpius blurts out.

Her nostrils flare with anger and he immediately regrets his choice of words, especially because she just gave him a long rant about the uncle he just insulted.

Rose snatches the notes from his hands immediately. She says, "If you don't appreciate Uncle Percy, you can't have the notes I took using hismethods."

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ii: dominique [2008]

"Uncle Charlie! Uncle Charlie!"

Her little legs aren't supposed to be running so fast but Dominique's seven now and believes that because she's seven, she could do anything. In her mind, she's running as fast as a sprinter in those Olympics her Aunt Audrey and Aunt Hermione made her and her family watch during August but in reality, she gets to Charlie really fast only because he takes long tentative steps forward closer to her.

He scoops her up in her arms and greets her with a wide, broad smile. He says, "Hey Dom."

"You came! Teddy and Vic said you wouldn't come because you were busy with dragons but I knewyou'd come!" she exclaims excitedly.

"How could I miss my goddaughter's birthday?" he asks.

"You can't! That's what I told Vic but she wouldn't believe me!" Dominique rolls her eyes in an annoyed manner. "She never believes me!"

He sighs to sympathize with her. He tells her, "Older siblings are the worst."

"They are."

"But when you get older, make sure you listen to Vic. She may give you some good advice and could help you out when you need it," Charlie advises.

Dominique looks at him shocked, as if he just betrayed her. She yells, "What? You're supposed to be on my side!"

He shakes his head with an amused smile on his face as he carries her to Shell Cottage so she could rejoin her birthday party. He tells her, "I am on your side-Vic shouldn't have said I wouldn't come-but I just want you to know that older siblings tend to give some good advice. Take me and your dad for example. Your dad gave me a lot of good advice and I turned out alright."

She tilts her head as if contemplating the comment but then breaks out into a bright smile. She says, "You're alright Uncle Charlie. And do you know why I know?"

"Why?"

"Because you're my favorite uncle and I'm always right."

"That is true." Charlie sets her down on the ground and leans over to whisper into her ear. "But don't tell your other uncles that. They'll get jealous."

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iii: albus [2017]

"Albus?"

He looks up from his plate full of bacon to see his godfather standing nearby him. Neville gestures towards the doors of the Great Hall and says, "I need to talk to you, godfather to godson."

Albus is well-aware of all of the eyes staring at him as he stands up and follows Neville out of the Great Hall. He begins panicking. What if his parents told Neville that they're disgraced he's in Slytherin? What if he's going to tell him that the Sorting Hat was just pulling a prank and he'll be in Gryffindor? He really hopes it's the latter.

"Is something wrong?" Albus asks once they're outside, trying to pretend he's more calm than he actually is.

Neville breaks out into a smile and places his hand on his shoulder affectionately. He says, "Calm down Al. You're not in trouble or anything-it's your first day here. I just wanted to tell you that you need to calm down about being in Slytherin."

"What?"

"Look, Harry told me that you're scared of being in Slytherin. It's okay. There's nothing wrong about being in Slytherin. You shouldn't get these ideas in your head that you're evil or anything just because there were a few bad witches and wizards in Slytherin. There's nothing wrong with valuing ambition."

Albus awkwardly rolls on the balls of his feet. He looks up at his godfather and says, "I know there's nothing wrong about being in Slytherin-my dad told me all about that-but that's not what I'm worried about. What if the other kids don't like me because I'm in Slytherin? They keep looking at me funny, like I've got two heads or something."

Neville shakes his head and tells him, "If people don't like you just because you're in Slytherin, then they're not worth spending your time around. You're a good kid Al. Don't let people's prejudice and assumptions hold you back."

He breaks out into a smile. He says, "Thanks Uncle Neville."

"Don't mention it kid," Neville replies, ruffling up Albus's already messy black hair.

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iv: molly [2019]

She lays down on her back, staring at the ceiling of her four-poster bed, trying to gather her thoughts. The past week has been a whirlwind for her: McGonagall had found out about her weekly adventures out into the city to sell her art and her art supplies and broom got confiscated. She only has access to the latter when it's time for Quidditch but the chances are good she'll never get to see her art supplies again.

"Oi, Molly!" Alice says, walking into their room with a package in her hand.

Molly groans and sits up in her bed. "As much as I appreciate your company Alice, you're a year below me and we don't have Quidditch practice until tomorrow. I get that you want to be a pro Seeker but honestly, I just need some space."

She rolls her eyes. "Okay I get you're going for the whole tortured artist thing but seriously, it's been an entire day. You need to leave your dorm, mainly so you could get your own mail."

"No I don't."

Alice sighs and drops a package on occupied space on Molly's bed before leaving the room. After a few minutes, Molly eventually rolls over and grabs the box Alice brought her. She opens up the box to find a sketch pad, box of colored pencils, box of colored markers, and a letter. Curious as to who got her art supplies even though she's banned, she picks up the letter and begins reading it.

Dear Molly,

Don't tell anyone about this. I know that you're supposed to not be receiving anything related to art but I think it's unfair everyone doesn't want you to do something you love, even if you did break some rules but I mean, what's life without a little rule breaking? Just don't go sneaking off Hogwarts to sell art. But if you do, don't tell them I gave you art supplies because your dad and Aunt Hermione will kill me.

From,

Uncle Ron

Molly looks at the letter and then at the art supplies in the package and smiles contently. She climbs out of her bed for the first time all day and heads over to her desk to begin writing a letter back to her Uncle Ron.

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v: fred [2020]

Look, Fred loves the annual summer get-togethers his family holds at the Burrow where he and his cousins invite their friends and they basically just party until dawn but they're quite exhausting. It's been about five hours since the party started and he'sjusthad the chance to go into the kitchen to get a glass of lemonade. Just like every other room in the Burrow though, Fred finds another person that he can't just ignore but this time, it's his uncle Bill, who mysteriously has a bandage around his left bicep.

"What happened to you Uncle Bill?" Fred asks as he reaches for a pitcher of lemonade.

"The job kid," he replies. "I was going through some tombs in a pyramid and I accidentally triggered the defenses and an arrow came out of nowhere and shot me right in the arm. Your Aunt Fleur nearly had a heart attack, even though it was pretty insignificant compared to the wounds I used to get when I was just new to the business."

He looks up at his uncle with a little bit of fear in his eyes as he shakily sets down the pitcher of lemonade. Bill looks at his fearful expression questioningly and asks, "What's wrong kid?"

"Well, I…..I was kind of thinking…...you know, after Hogwarts….and McGonagall and my parents and I were talking and-"

"Spit it out kid," he says.

Fred sighs and blurts out, "I want to be a Curse-Breaker."

Bill looks at him with a curious expression, making Fred continue on to say, "I'm the top in my class and I'm really good in Charms and DADA and McGonagall suggested that I would be an Auror but you get to travel the world-I mean, you only go to Egypt but that's more exotic than where Aurors go-and you're not held back by the Ministry-I love what Aunt Hermione's done with it but at the same time, I don't want to work for the government so I'll settle for working for a bank. And I've talked to my dad and mom and my dad wants me to work at Wheezes because it's a family business and I love it but I don't want to be pranking all my life and my mom wants me to try pro Quidditch and it wouldn't be too bad because I mean, I've been told that I'm very good and there's scouts looking at me but I'm not Louis or Alice and I don't want to do that for the rest of my life. I think I'd be really good as a Curse-Breaker but at the same time, you keep telling these stories about coming back with injuries and nearly getting killed a lot but-"

"Kid-"

Fred blinks and stares at his uncle's face. It's really unreadable because of the scars he got from during the war, making Fred really anxious because he's getting nervous about how Bill will respond.

"-if you want to be a Curse-Breaker, you came to the right person. You know, I started training Dom when she was a little younger than you but if you really want to do this, I could get you up to speed so you could get accepted into training by the time you graduate."

His eyes light up with joy. "Really?"

"Really kid," Bill says, patting him on the back.

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vi: hugo [2021]

"Uncle Hagrid!"

Hagrid turns around where he was standing to see that the youngest of the Weasley clan has entered his home. Hugo is wearing Quidditch garb and holds an old broom that Harry had bought for Albus before Albus expressed his desire to stay off the Quidditch pitch. The broom is four years old but still no doubt better than the public brooms Hogwarts could offer.

"Yes?" Hagrid asks.

Hugo sighs and sits down on Hagrid's bed in the corner. He throws the broom on the bed and says, "I have Quidditch tryouts this week Uncle Hagrid! What if I don't make it? I mean, I know that Blake Thomas is the captain and our parents are old friends but still, I don't talk to Blake that much and he's just kind of always just there at family gatherings so in reality, he may hate me."

"No one could 'ate you 'Ugo," Hagrid replies, facing towards him. He sits down on the bed with him and rubs his back affectionately. "I am sure yeh will do great. And if yeh don' make the team, it's their loss and I'm sure yeh will make it nex' year."

"Are you sure?" Hugo asks, looking up at him curiously.

"Of course I am," Hagrid says, letting Hugo lean his head onto his shoulder.

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vii: victoire [2013]

Away from the rambunctious celebration that is going on in the Burrow, Victoire lays down at the top roof of the Burrow. She's looking up at the sky and trying to count the stars but she keeps on forgetting which ones she counted and which ones she didn't.

"Hey Vic."

She turns her head to see Harry walking towards her. He nonchalantly sits down next to her and lies down so he's staring at the stars with her. He doesn't say anything for a few moments before he finally says, "So, what are you doing up here?"

"Counting the stars," she answers. It's not a lie, just a half-truth.

"I'm being serious Vic. Your mom's been searching every for you and it doesn't help that she's completely wasted and refuses to admit she's drunk," he replies.

Victoire sighs. "A lot of people get drunk at this."

Harry turns his head to see his eldest niece still staring at the stars, refusing to say anything more. He says, "Is that why you're up here? Because I swear this year, your mom is the just spaced out drunk. I know last year she accidentally set a tree on fire but that's-"

"That's the worst part about being born on May 2nd is, Uncle Harry. People get drunk. They laugh and talk about old memories of people I'll never meet and they'll never see again. They break down and cry because they realize just that and it's…..it's just so hard to see every year. And look, I know they give us off for May 2nd and we all go home and we're with our families and it really is a great reminder that we should cherish our family every day but…...but-"

"It's still your birthday and you hate seeing every so sad," Harry concludes.

Victoire slowly nods and begins blinking to keep tears out of her eyes. "Yeah. Uncle George, Aunt Angelina, Uncle Lee-they all get so wasted they stay the night. Papa and his siblings are always sobbing together at some point in the night. Mama, Uncle Viktor, and you-you guys always start sobbing or hitting stuff-or in my mama's case, lights something on fire-because you remember that Cedric Diggory guy. And Teddy. Teddy keeps his hair pink and he just sulks around all day."

She sighs. She wipes tears away with her hand and says, "I just-I just-it's stupid. You guys fought for us and people died for us and I...it's selfish for me to think like this."

"It's okay Vic. No one should expect you or anyone from your generation to understand. We always do-we always expect for you to understand why we freeze when you guys do certain things because a lot of you kids look somuch like some people or to be able to sympathize with us when we break down in tears-but you guys weren't there. You guys will hear the stories and look at the memorials so you guys will never truly know and you guys will feel guilty for not knowing and-"

Harry lets out a shaky breath, realizing it's the longest he's talked all night. He stares at his niece, who has chosen to continue staring at the stars to try to acknowledge nothing is wrong.

"I just wanted these war memories to die with my generation but-"

"None of us just want the memories to die, Uncle Harry. That war was important. We can't just let the memories die out. We just-" Victoire sighs. "None of us want to see you guys so sad. You're our parents, aunts, and uncles and it hurts to see you guys in a drunken or silent depression. Not to mention, the more we know about the war, the worse we feel on May 2nd."

Victoire looks over at her uncle and says, "I appreciate the talk Uncle Harry, but I'd rather be alone."

"It may be the anniversary of the war Vic but it's also your birthday. Trust me, no one should be alone on their birthday," Harry tells her.

And so they spend the rest of the night in silence, staring at the night sky and hoping for a better tomorrow.

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viii: lucy [2019]

"What are you reading?"

Lucy looks up from her book that she somehow thought would be a good to read at the Burrow-it was truly a stupid idea to begin with because it's almost impossible for someone to find some peace and quiet in the Burrow-with the expectation to find one of her many cousins standing in front of her only to find Oliver staring at her curiously.

"It's called The Fault in Our Stars. It was really popular a couple years ago but it's pretty old by now," Lucy answers.

"A muggle book I'm assuming," he says.

She nods and is about to resume reading when Oliver says, "So, what's it about?"

Lucy looks up and blinks because just about no one asks her about her books, especially if they're muggle books. Not even her dad asks about what she's reading and her aunts and uncles have repeatedly told her that her dad is the biggest nerd they know. But yet here her godfather is, Oliver Wood, the biggest Quidditch fanatic she knows besides Louis, asking her about her book.

He looks at her confused and asks, "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm confused about why you're asking me about my book," Lucy says. She gestures outside where her cousins and their friends are playing Quidditch. "Shouldn't you be reffing the game?"

"Viktor's reffing," Oliver answers, moving to sit down on the couch next to her. He quickly scans the words on the page in front of her. "So this Augustus guy…..he's like the boyfriend right?"

"How could you tell?"

He shrugs. "The way the narrator is talking about her. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl but they seem to love him."

Lucy looks at him strangely still, making Oliver say, "Okay, you've been looking at me funny for forever. Is something wrong?"

"I know you're my godfather and everything you're still Oliver Wood. You like Quidditch, I hate it. You didn't care about school-well at least according to my dad-while it's my life. You know nothing about muggle culture, I love it." Lucy just shrugs. "You'd just get along with like any of my other cousins. They all love Quidditch."

Oliver scoffs. "Please. They're all good kids but you're my goddaughter. I'm not going to ignore you just because you don't like Quidditch, though I am pretty offended still."

Lucy smiles at her honorary uncle and says, "That means a lot to me Uncle Ollie. Thanks."

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ix. lily [2019]

As much as Lily enjoys getting a lot of mail from her parents, aunts, uncles, Teddy, Victoire, and Dominique who is over at Beauxbatons, she is starting to hate the slight embarrassment that comes from it. They sent a lot of letters detailing advice about how to handle her first year but still, it's a bit much. Everyone is starting to refer to her as a needy brat because she needs her family to baby her through her way through Hogwarts. It doesn't help that all throughout her childhood Rita Skeeter and the rest of the media presented her as the Potter Princess who got whatever she wanted when she wanted it.

"Another letter?" Lily exasperatedly says as her owl Nargles drops off a letter at her plate at breakfast.

"Your family loves you. Don't question it," her fellow Gryffindor Lavender tells her.

"You don't get it Lav. I know you're a Finnigan and your parents were members of Dumbledore's Army and you had a steady level of respect and fame when you were younger but my parents are Harry and Ginny Potter."

Lavender rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I go to all the Ministry stuff with you. I dealt with the paparazzi stuff with you. I'm even in the Tragically Named After a War Hero Club with you!"

Lily sighs and reaches for the letter to see it's from her Uncle Rolf. She lets out a groan and throws the letter against the table. She exclaims, "I swear, now Uncle Rolf is giving me advice on Hogwarts. He and Aunt Luna promisedthey wouldn't baby me like the rest of my family."

"Can you blame them? You're Aunt Luna's godchild," Lavender responds.

She just rolls her eyes in response and opens up the letter from her uncle.

Dear Lily! (Commas aren't as personal or personal.)

Your Aunt Luna and I are here in Japan, trying to see if we could find a dragon from an old legend. I'd tell you its name, but legend has it if you write its name, you will die in two weeks and I don't want to take those chances because I promised Lysander I'll take him to the Tornadoes match in a few days.

I don't know whyhe decided to like Tornadoes when I support the Arrows-especially because the game I'm taking him to is against the Arrows! The nerve of that kid. Lorcan still doesn't like Quidditch that much so he and Luna will be staying in Japan for a little longer. She said she'll be taking him to muggle Tokyo. I do hope they will be okay. We've only ever been to muggle cities in Europe and I don't want them getting hurt.

I know you're at Hogwarts and you could supposedly have only one pet but Newt Scamander's my grandfather so you could never have too many pets. I'll talk to your parents to see if they'll let you get a little bulldog I found on the streets. Luna and I have been taking care of him but we decided that because we travel so much, we have to give him to someone who could properly take care of him. The boys are crushed but I know if I give him to you, they'll still be able to see him. (And if you do take him, if Lysander or Lorcan ask, his name is Sir Scamander the Small. Luna and I agreed it was too long of a name but alas, they wouldn't budge.)

I do hope you'll respond. He's really nice and I'll even pay for all of your supplies; I just want the little guy to have a nice home and I know you'll take good care of him. After all, you and your brothers are such good owners to Padfoot. And if it's too much to take care of two dogs andtwo brothers in the summer, I'll take care of him. You know Luna and I don't travel too much in the summer so Lysander and Lorcan can hang out with you and the rest of the kids.

Yours truly,

Uncle Rolf

"You're smiling so I'm assuming he wasn't babying-Hey, where are you going?"

"I need to write him a letter back!" she exclaims excitedly as she gathers her stuff. "Oh we could have a dog in our dorm! Won't that be fun Lav?"

"I mean, I think it'll be fun but we have two other dorm mates and-and she's gone."

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x: roxanne [2014]

Roxanne smiles with a devious smirk on her face as she pulls out the latest Firebolt from her parents' broom closet. Her parents don't know that she knows the code but they also don't know she managed to steal the Invisibility Cloak from James who stole it from Teddy who stole it from Harry for the day so she could watch her mom put the code into the lock. Her uncle Lee is in the living room watching something on the muggle television so she supposes she'll be able to go fly around Diagon Alley for a little bit. With all the Hogwarts students back from Hogwarts for the summer, no one will know it will be her flying around.

It's a foolproof plan.

"What are you doing up here?"

Or it was a foolproof plan.

Roxanne turns around with a sheepish smile on her face to find her Uncle Lee standing there. A stern expression is painted on his face and Roxanne decides that she likes seeing him smile a lot more than be angry.

"Just putting this broom back in Mum and Dad's closet," she lies.

"Is it true? Because I think that you thought you could go flying around Diagon Alley without me," he replies.

She slumps her shoulders. "How did you figure that out?"

He shrugs. "I've been friends with your parents since they were first years and have been around you for your whole life: I could tell when you're up to mischief. And not to mention I was watching you open up the broom cupboard. You need to work on sensing people in the room if you're going to be a prankster at Hogwarts like your dad."

Roxanne sighs in defeat and looks up at her honorary uncle with a pout. She asks, "Are you going to tell Mum and Dad?"

Lee looks at her for a little bit, contemplating about what decision to make. He moves towards her and crouches down on one knee. A smile breaks out onto his face, making hope for her not getting in trouble skyrocket.

"Alright, I won't tell your mum and dad but you need to come with me to my house later and take the blame for breaking that vase so your Aunt Alicia won't make me sleep on the couch tonight okay?" Lee proposes.

"Doesn't seem like a fair deal," Roxanne says, crossing her arms.

"Why not? Your parents won't get mad at you."

"But Aunt Aliciawill and my birthday's coming up and I want a good present."

Lee sighs and hangs his head down to think. The girl is definitely George and Angelina's daughter. He looks back up at her to find her with a smirk on her face, knowing that she's about to get something else in addition to not getting in trouble with her parents.

"However, I will take the blame for your the vase incident so long as you take me out for ice cream," Roxanne adds on.

"Deal," Lee says, sticking out his hand for her to shake.

He didn't know that when he made the deal though that she'd order the most expensive ice cream sundae Fortescue's ever sold.

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xi: louis [2020]

Louis wrings his fingers together nervously as he sits in his living room. He's never been this nervous in his life and he's won four Quidditch House Cup and a U17 Quidditch World Cup but the nerves he felt in those moments don't mean anything to him as he sits there on the couch in his living room, running his fingers over the badge that reads Head Boy.

"Are you okay?" Viktor asks.

"I'm about to tell my parents I'm going to skip out on my seventh year to play pro Quidditch. How do you think I feel?" Louis snaps.

Viktor just shrugs it off, unfazed at all by his godson snapping at him. Louis sighs and says, "I didn't mean to yell Uncle Vik but this has got me all stressed out. What if they don't want me to leave Hogwarts?"

"Dom did. And she vos a year younger," he points out.

"That…." He stares out at the ocean through the window. "That was different."

Louis nervously runs a hand through his hair. He looks down at his shoes as he says, "I just….I'm just scared you know? What if it isn't everything I'd hope it be? What if I'm not as good as I think I am?"

"Do not speak of such nonsense," Viktor firmly tells his godson.

Louis doesn't seem to hear though as he continues to say, "And they might not even let me leave. My parents and aunts and uncles and grandparents have been soworried about me and my cousins ever since Molly left. And the thing is, she needed to leave. She needed to leave, Uncle Vik. I can't tell you Uncle Vik why but she just needed to leave and I don't know if she'll ever be able to come back-and I know our family is full of love and happy but…I want to leave because of selfish reasons."

He chokes up at the idea of leaving his family and looks up at his godfather with tears in his eyes. He's never cried in front of him before. "You'd-you'd still care for me if they left me right? I know it's stupid to think-my parents and family love me so much-but, you know, just in case. You always said I need a backup plan."

Viktor bites his lip to stop from crying and holds his godson in a tight embrace. They don't usually hug, mainly because Louis is always trying to portray himself as an unstoppable guy that doesn't need emotion.

"Of course," he whispers.

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xii: james [2015]

"Hey kid!"

James shrieks and jumps backwards into the store shelf, making boxes of Extendable Ears fall on him. He looks up to see his uncle holding an instant camera in his hands and a huge grin on his face.

"You know for a kid that's pretty talented in pranking, you're pretty easy to scare," George says amused.

As James stands up and begins putting the Extendable Ears back on the shelf, George begins fanning the photograph in his hand so the image will develop. James asks him after he places the final box back on the shelf, "You-you're not going to show that to Mum right?"

"Of course I will!" he exclaims, looking at the photograph in hand and placing it inside his jacket pocket. "I'm your uncle! It's my job to embarrass you!"

His face turns red from the impending embarrassment that will happen to him if the photograph gets out to the public-and it always does. Rita Skeeter either manages to get her fingers on it or his cousins show it off to their friends and their friends show it off to theirs and it just keeps going on and on.

"Kid, are you okay?" George asks, noticing James's unusual quietness when he is usually loud and rambunctious. "You seem a bit….off today. Is it cause you're starting Hogwarts next week?"

"No!" James replies a little too quickly, making George look at him with a knowing expression. "I mean, yeah, maybe a little…"

"Don't be worried kid," George says, wrapping his arm around his nephew's shoulders. "You've already got four friends: my ever amazing firstborn, Lee and Alicia's kid-Scarlett scares me a lot you know but don't tell her that-, Matthew-though Oliver and Katie may not tolerate him pranking I'm sure you could convert him-, and Alice! Of course she's not a child of the most amazing Gryffindor team everassembled but she's Neville kid so I trust her to an extent."

"Yeah but what about the rest of them?" George looks down at James curiously, not expecting for him to actuallybe insecure when it comes to the other kids. "Teddy and the others told me allabout how Hogwarts is like for them. People take pictures and spread a lot of rumors. Vic's first boyfriend dated her cause she was a Weasley and part-veela. Teddy's latest ex-girlfriend dumped him the day after she got to meet Dad. Louis told me he's got an entourage following him around but he hears them talking about him behind his back. They even call us the Brat Pack-me and my cousins, Teddy, Alice and Augusta, the Scamanders. The Brat Pack, Uncle George!"

George can't help but have a shocked expression on his face. He never onceheard his other nieces and nephews talk about them about being treated differently because of their parents. He thought the war hero business wore off but apparently, it just went from him and the others and transferred onto the kids.

"The Brat Pack huh?" He snorts. "That's a really bad nickname. I mean, your namesakes-James and Sirius-and Remus and that little traitor had a good nickname for themselves: the Marauders. You and the others, when you start pranking, you should come up with a good name like that."

James nods, though George could tell by his expression he wasn't looking for a comedic response but actually advice. George sighs and stops him. He gets down on one knee so he could look at James in the eye.

"Look kid, I don't think the rest of us knew you cousins were getting treated like that. If anything like that happens, you talk to your Uncle Neville immediately and tell him to owl us because then I'll come over and punch those little tossers in the face."

He ruffles up James's ever messy black hair and says, "But if you want to deal with it on your own-and knowing you're your mother's son, you will-you get you and your friends-and I mean your real friends-together to pull a prank on them. Dye their hair a weird color, steal their homework, make them grow boils on their faces. Make sure they knowthat you don't want to be treated like that because no one should be treated differently because of their parents."

Finally, James's face lights up with joy and he throws his arms around his uncle. He murmurs into George's neck and says, "Thank you, Uncle George. You're the best."

"Any time kid. Any time," George responds, patting his back.


Author's Note: Ah, another oneshot series centering around the next gen. I'm quite fond of their era if you haven't noticed, mainly because I don't have to live in fear of writing them and them being OC because we have nothing to base them off of-you know, unless you consider the Cursed Child canon and I don't so I'm going off what little information we got from that 2014 Quidditch World Cup stuff and the epilogue.

Basically every chapter will feature a question like the one that was all the way at the start of the fic and the drabbles are basically like the answer with an unnecessary explanation. And I'm sticking to the Weasley grandkids for these, though other next gen characters will most likely end up appearing on an irregular basis. I don't really know why. Don't ask. Also, don't ask about the ordering either. I really just intend to mix it up every chapter or so and I like roman numerals. And to be clear, the term uncle is being used pretty loosely here (mainly for Hagrid, Viktor, Oliver, Lee, Rolf, and Neville) because I intend for each of the kids to have their own separate answer.

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