Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story following Molly, Lucy, and the Scamander twins on their time at Hogwarts. Trials, good times, relationships, and rivalry! :D Good old fashioned rivalry. Hehe.

I've noticed that these characters are somewhat less popular in the Harry Potter fandom and there is a shocking lack of fan fictions on them. So here I am.

Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That's all J.K. Rowling. I do own all original OC's in this book.

Of Soap Suds and Discoveries

Sunday, August 30th

Molly's POV

It was days like this that Molly wondered how her family survived, as she looked up into the sky outside the Burrow where her cousins were playing quidditch. She was gripping the railing of the small balcony that was built outside her room and held her breath as she watched her younger cousin Hugo dangle from his broom before Aunt Ginny set him right again.

The entire Weasley/Potter clan had gathered together for a family reunion before everyone left for Hogwarts, excepting Molly's parents, Percy and Audrey Weasley, who had gone on vacation for their anniversary and left them with their grandparents. They hadn't wanted to leave before Molly and Lucy left for Hogwarts, but their schedule for the rest of the month was booked full, so it was then or not at all. They had said their goodbye and made sure that Lucy and Molly had gotten safely to the Burrow before leaving for their anniversary getaway.

Two days ago the Weasley/Potter clan had left for Diagon alley to collect and buy everything each of them would require for the upcoming year. It had been a hectic trip, but she was glad that they had gotten everything they had needed and her Uncle Harry had bought her a Firebolt, even after she had insisted against it. But she couldn't contain her excitement when he bought it for her. Her Uncle was thrilled that she would be Gryffindor's Quidditch team seeker this year, as he was when Molly's older cousin, Victoire, had made seeker when she went to Hogwarts.

When Molly felt confident that Hugo hadn't plunged to his death she stood up off the railing and hustled back into the room shivering from the cool night air. She grabbed the stack of letters from Lorcan that sat in the corner by her messy trunk and threw herself down on the old, springy bed. As she untied the string binding them together, she thought about her best friend traveling Europe. He had written consistently all summer as promised, about dragons and how they had been to Ukraine, Romania, and most recently, Moldova. At some point during the middle of the summer he had written telling her about visiting Uncle Charlie in Romania and how he had let him ride one of the dragons.

She was completely consumed with envy. She tried to convince her parents to take a trip down to Romania to visit Uncle Charlie, but her father wouldn't budge. He even flooed to Uncle Harry's to complain about the fact that people were riding dragons at all nowadays was his fault. Uncle Harry had rightly defended himself, saying that Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione had been with him and that it had actually been Aunt Hermione's idea in the first place.

Her father had been persistent on keeping her as close as possible since running into a giant last year in the forbidden forest. She hadn't died, but he focused only on what could've happened and almost wasn't going to send her back to Hogwarts this year. But mother convinced him otherwise, swaying his decision with the facts that this would be her second to last year at Hogwarts; her last year at Hogwarts with Lorcan, Ly, and Aleks, and her first year of being Gryffindor's quidditch team seeker.

As she finished shuffling through the letters, her fingers worked on pulling the parchment out of the stiff envelope, having found the most recent letter. Asil, Lorcan's moody barn owl, had arrived at her window last week with it tied to his ankle. Normally, Lorcan would've just had Asil carry it, but Asil had been particularly moody as of late and would sometimes voluntarily drop whatever he was carrying and go about his own business. She swore that that bloody bird hated her, much to Lorcan's amusement.

She unwrapped a chocolate frog that had been on the bed and bit off one of the legs as her eyes began to read over his letter.

Sweetheart -

Things were great in Moldova! We went to see the Moldovan National Quidditch team play. Da says that back in twenty-fourteen the Quidditch Team's training grounds had a Dragon Pox epidemic and couldn't play that year, but they did win the Quidditch world cup in twenty-ten. Wish you were here to see the quidditch teams here. They're amazing!

We left this morning after a girl we met at the quidditch game tried to kidnap Ly for his 'good looks'. (Molly assumed that was an over exaggeration) We're on our way to Bulgaria, shouldn't be long now. There's so much to explore and even if there wasn't, Da insists on visiting some of the muggle tourist attractions as well. There are plenty of old castles around.

We're going to go see the Hungarian National Quidditch team play against the Romanian National Quidditch team. That's the team that Niko Nenad played beater for in 1809. The Romanian team, I mean. Remember me telling you about him. He was the Quidditch player that purposefully hit a bludger into a jinxed forest causing the trees to stampede into the stadium. The event became known as the Attack of the Killer Frost.

Anyways, Lysander reckons the Hungarians will win, but I'm betting on the Romanians. In fact I bet ten galleons on it, so I hope the Romanians win, because I've been broke since we left Ukraine.

I hope that you've arrived safely at the burrow. Wish we could be there to beat you at quidditch or rather help you practice playing seeker. On a more serious note, don't worry about your first game. You have plenty of time to practice before November. I know you'll be brilliant, don't stress.

Milo wrote to me last week and he says he's got some good news concerning Slytherin's Quidditch team, but he said he wouldn't tell me until we were all on the train headed to Hogwarts. If that doesn't lift your spirits, I don't know what will.

I miss you and I hope you're doing well and having a great time with you're family. Tell them all I said hi and enjoy that Firebolt. I'll see you soon, Molls.

Love, Lorcan

P.S. I'm sorry this letter is so short. We've just arrived in Hungary and have to get the tent set up and be at the game before six. Be safe.

A familiar smile spread across her face as she finished the letter, and she packaged it back up, tying them all together before she got up and crouched down next to her horribly messy, half opened trunk. She was leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow and more than half of her laundry was dirty. Pulling out her wand, she flicked it and all of the dirty clothes strewn about the room hovered in the air before floating downstairs to the laundry room.

As she folded and packed her clothes in her trunk her thoughts wondered; Lorcan and her had been dating for eight months since the second Hogsmeade trip of last year. The Scamanders had been traveling Europe for the summer and they had kept in touch through letters, but they hadn't seen each other for nearly three months. Knowing Lorcan, he'd probably be taller. Though she wondered if he could get any taller than he already was at a striking 6'4". Lysander too, had probably grown. She was waiting for one of them to shoot up taller than the other, but they remained identical in every way concerning their looks. Lorcan was less social than Lysander, who would go up to a random stranger and strike up a conversation if he felt like it. That wasn't even the impressive part; it was when Molly realized that the random conversations always went well that made her laugh.

One of Molly's close friends, Aleks, was a veela and had a hard time talking to people in general, unless they were his friends. He preferred a few good friends, like Molly, and didn't bother anyone else if he could help it. However, Aleks had written to Molly two weeks past telling her that he had received a letter of promotion, from prefect to head boy of Gryffindor. Molly had laughed so hard that she became light headed; the fact that Aleks became a prefect in the first place was because, in Molly's fifth year, Milo had dared Aleks to ask Headmistress McGonagall if he could become a prefect and to complicate the matter, and to Molly's immense surprise, Aleks agreed to make an unbreakable vow that if Headmistress McGonagall said yes that he would accept the position for as long as he had it. Imagine their surprise when she granted his request. Clearly, Aleks hadn't thought that Headmistress McGonagall would allow him to be a prefect if he was asking, and, blimey, had that backfired on him.

So, suffice to say Molly had been very amused when she received his letter about becoming Head Boy and had laughed harder still when she discovered, from Lucy, that Rory Wutherton would be Hufflepuff's Head Boy; a good portion of Aleks' last year would be spent with Wutherton. On the bright side, maybe he could use some of his Veela charm to convince Wutherton to break up with her sister or eat an entire box of fever fudges. Molly could imagine it now; Wutherton running to the hospital wing, giant puss filled boils exploding off his face and Molly couldn't contain her smile.

Outside, the sound of her family cheering broke her out of her silent reverie, and she finished packing the clothes in front of her lazily, until she heard her name being called from downstairs, in loud shouts.

She got up off her knees and hurried out of her door and down the many stairs, all the while hearing her Grandma Molly shout her name repeatedly.

"MOLLY!"

"Coming!" She yelled, as she hurried down the stairs, and practically rolled down the last flight. Landing half on her knees half standing up, at the bottom of the stairs she followed Grandma Molly's voice down the hall and into the laundry room. She turned the corner and halted abruptly. Her eyes widened in realization as she took in the scene.

Grandma Molly stood in the laundry room trying to pull a soaking wet blouse out of the barrel that had been filled with steaming hot water, and soap suds had pooled over the top of the barrel and out, covering the floor and her grandmother. She giggled, jumping into the sudsy laundry room to help her grandmother.

"WHAT IN THE BLAZES IS THE COUNTER SPELL?!" Grandma Molly yelled as she struggled with the blouse. "I"VE TRIED EVERYTHING!"

Molly waved her wand preforming countless spells, to no avail. "I HAVE NO IDEA!" she shouted, laughing as she slipped and fell into the barrel, but her laughter was quickly replaced with a scream as the water was scalding hot. She sprang out of the barrel rubbing her backside.

Grandma Molly stepped back, pulled out her wand and shouted, "Immobulus!" Everything froze where it was; the water in the barrel and the water being flung from the tilting barrel, including soap suds that had been making there descent to the slippery floor.

Beside her, her Grandma Molly pocketed her wand and turned to face Molly.

"I'm sorry Grandma. I cast a charm that Mary taught me and I thought I said it right. I'm sure I did the motion right." She scrambled to explain, but Grandma Molly held up her hand and smiled warmly at Molly.

"It is alright, dear. What was the spell that you used?" She put her arm around Molly and looked into her eyes intently.

"Consilio." Molly uttered, sure that she probably had the wrong spell; charm's was simply not her strong point.

Grandma Molly laughed and squeezed her shoulders. "That's a knitting charm my dear and a rather vigorous one, at that. No wonder that barrel was spinning out of control. Every spell is made for a purpose and that one was certainly not made for doing the laundry." She turned around and took Molly by her shoulders gently. She let go and turned towards the laundry mess. "Now," She gave her wand a flick and spoke clearly, "Cafariso."

The laundry began to wash itself, calmly, mind you, the soap scrubbing at the now shredded blouse. Molly chuckled, and muttered the charm under her breath.

Grandma Molly squeezed her arm tenderly and laughed. "I assume you know the spell that will clean all of this up."

She nodded, doing her best to hide the Weasley guaranteed blush that was sure to be rising on her cheeks and Grandma Molly stepped around her and left, giving her cheek a quick peck.

When she was done cleaning up the soapy mess, she returned to her room to find Lucy on the bed reading 'A History of Magic'. Pulling gently at her dark brown hair the way she did when she was very focused.

Molly had dried the clothes that were now washed and clean and had folded them in a stack ready to be packed. She plopped down on the floor next to her trunk and finished packing the rest of her items; the rest of her clothes, sneakoscope she'd gotten for her sixteenth birthday, enchanted razor, snitch print boxers' she had received from Aleks, Lorcan, Lysander, Mary, and Milo for her sixteenth birthday, and a small, framed two way pocket mirror that her father had gotten her after the incident with the troll in the forbidden forest. Since he would be away, she had asked her father if she could give the other half to whomever she pleased. He had answered that that was fine as long as they would always be able to get to her. When she asked if she could give it to Lorcan he had agreed wholeheartedly, asking Lorcan over so that they could her father and him could ave a talk before she gave it to him. Molly assumed that the talk would be about her safety and knew that she was right when James and Fred let it slip that they had been eaves dropping. Molly considered the fact that they probably knew about her and Lorcan dating after that.

Lorcan and her father got along very well; after they started dating, her father invited Lorcan to the house and sat down with him in his study for over an hour, when they came out they were laughing. Though she knew that it had, in fact, been a very serious conversation. None the less she was very thankful for the both of them, even if they did sometimes overreact when it concerned her safety.

The mirror in her hand showed nothing but darkness; Lorcan probably had it packed away in his trunk at the moment

"Why aren't you out playing Quidditch with everyone else?" She asked Lucy, glancing over her shoulder as she attempted to close her overstuffed trunk.

Lucy looked up from her book and smirked. "I could ask you the same question. Reading over old letters, are we?" Lucy smiled smugly, glancing at the bed where she had left the letters. Molly heavily suspected that Lucy had figured it out months ago; Molly would blame James and Fred, but she knew when she and Lorcan started dating that they wouldn't be able to keep it from Lucy for very long.

Molly stood and snatched the letters off the bed setting them gently underneath the snitch pattern boxers in her trunk, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. She still didn't understand why they had bought her snitch patterned boxers; Well, sure, she was going to be team seeker this year, but they had all thought it was so funny. She decided to let it go, considering that she had still had no answer since she received them. Becoming frustrated with her stubborn trunk she then sat on the trunk trying to get it closed and finally when she was on top of the trunk and had both knees leaning in on the front of it did the two sides touch and she quickly snapped the latches shut, careful not to accidentally get one of her fingers caught.

"Well, are you packed yet?" Molly asked. Lucy nodded, her short brown hair falling in her face. She had inherited their mothers rich, ashy brown hair and their father's striking blue eyes. While Molly had the same blue eyes, her hair was unmistakably Weasley red, and hung in big loose curls down her back. She preferred her hair long rather than short, because it was much easier to pull up that way. "Of course you are." Molly chuckled, flinging herself onto Lucy's bed beside her.

"Are you going to try out for the Ravenclaw quidditch team this year?" She asked, slowly attempting to close the book Lucy kept her eyes on.

Lucy's eyes shifted over her shoulder with an annoyed looked. "No. Why would I?"

"Well you play at home all the time and you make a good chaser. They would be lucky to have you!" Molly exclaimed as she rolled over onto her side and tucked her arms under her head, staring up at the ceiling.

Lucy shook her head, with a slight smirk playing on her delicate lips, and continued to read her book intently. "Oh come on! You know you're good! Are you nervous?" Molly waited for an answer, but when she got none she sighed dramatically and flopped back onto her stomach staring up at Lucy.

"No." She finally answered, a little indignantly, holding her chin higher. But Molly didn't believe her. "It's alright if you're nervous, but don't you want to try?" She asked, waiting for an answer or any sign of recognition seeing as Lucy was pressing her face further into her book.

Molly groaned and got up off the bed, taking her wand and giving it a swish, causing her trunk to hover before following her towards the door. But she stopped abruptly, turned back around and said, "Fine! But don't say I didn't try when you realize that your first love is quidditch and you never stopped to pursue that flighty temptress we all know as quidditch!" She dramatized, flipping her long hair over her shoulder to add a bit of flare to her sarcastic drama, and then she and her trunk slowly disappeared down the stairs leaving Lucy sniggering in her room.

When Molly reached the bottom of the stairs she walked through the living room and kitchen and set her trunk by the door to be prepared for loading the next morning, grabbing her Firebolt that was set by the door on her way out.

Mounting the sturdy broom, she kicked off of the ground and bolted into the clear sky. Her heart beat raced and her hair whipped her face as she shot higher up and into the clouds. The familiar feeling making her chest swell up with joy.

She flew over the house, hearing her family whooping and cheering as they played, and past the Burrow towards where she knew the Lovegood-Scamander house was; the Rookery. She willed the broom to go faster and the wind whistling in her ears became evidently louder, a wide grin spreading across her face.

Molly knew they wouldn't be there, because Lorcan had written to her that they would be apparating straight to King's Cross from Hungary, but as the tall, greenery covered house came into view below her, she dove for it.

Immediately, the air was stripped from her lungs and her eyes watered from the stinging wind, the ground approaching rapidly before her and she pulled up at the last second. Hovering there and steadying herself before dismounting, rather giddily.

She slung the Firebolt over her shoulders and stood before the looming building in front of her; The setting sun reflecting in the tall windows of the house, the old dark wood looked a bit more sturdy than that of the Burrow, and dirigible plums growing, in their usual upside down way, surrounded the castle like house. Once, having asked Luna, Lorcan's mother, why she kept them she had said to Molly that they had always been growing there around the house since she was born and that she kept them because it wouldn't feel the same without them. Molly had judged them funny looking and creepy at night time in her six year old mind, but had found a sense of familiarity in them the past few years.

Snapping out of her silent reverie, she made her way over the bridge of the small creek that ran around the house and through the old, wooden gate, looking up at the large, paned window that stood above the door. As she climbed the familiar steps that lead up to the door, she wondered whether or not they would mind her snooping around their house and then excused the thought from her mind remembering Luna's welcoming words the day they left for Europe. 'If you need to get away from home while we're away, you know you're always welcome at our home, even if we're not there. Just remember not to step on the dirigible plums and don't forget to tell your grandmum before you leave.'

Molly chuckled, realizing that she had, in fact, forgotten to tell anyone where she had gotten off to. She was usually not this forgetful, especially when it concerned her whereabouts, because her Grandmum Molly would always become so stressed when she didn't know where someone was. She had come to the Lovegood-Scamander house on several occasions this summer; the first being when Lucy had told their grandparents, Hugo, Rose, Aunt Hermione, and Uncle Ron (who had arrived two nights before) over dinner that she was and had been dating Rory Wutherton, the pompous, flirty, intolerable Hufflepuff he was, since January of last year. Another time was when Lucy brought Wutherton for dinner last month for which Molly had retreated to the Scamander house and grumpily read all of the Quibblers that Luna hadn't published or released yet, but had to stop when she accidentally tore one after flipping the page too aggressively in her frustrated state. Another, she had simply had enough of all of her younger cousins bickering, (the Potters, Uncle Fred, Aunt Angelina, and her cousins having arrived already) but she didn't get to enjoy her usual escape, because James and Fred had followed her there and badgered her until there was almost no difference whether she was there or not.

Having decided that the Scamanders both knew she would probably be in the house a lot and were fine with it, she grasped the old, iron handle, turned and pushed the old door open; Inside the tall, circular house, upon entering, she looked in on the very eclectic, slightly overwhelming kitchen. The walls were painting vibrant, pastel colors, with birds, insects, and many other creatures Molly couldn't name. The room was lined all around with cupboards, cabinets, and shelves. The sink, and fridge were lined against the round wall on the right side of the room. The sink completely empty, the counters scrubbed clean and the slightly crowded room still and quiet.

She walked across the room until she was in the middle of it, standing in front of the metal, spiral staircase that she knew went up three floors. As she climbed she remembered Lysander telling her that there hadn't apparently been a fourth floor until the twins hit their thirteenth birthday, when Luna and Rolf had extended the house a floor so that they could each have their own rooms. After Lysander had said this, Luna had exclaimed that they were too mischievous together in the same room; that they had once destroyed their window in an attempt to fly on a broom indoors, and that was when they decided that the twins wouldn't share a room any more. She chuckled remembering Lysander's sarcastic comment about how his mom was just against the sport in general and that they all hated that window anyway.

When she had traveled up the stairs past the cluttered office, and Lysander's messy room, she entered Lorcan's room. Cleaner than it usually was, but still not quite clean. There were a few clothes here and there, dirty socks thrown carelessly on the floor and had gotten shoved under the bed, and candy wrappers littered the floor beside the bed.

She stepped off of the last stair, around the railing and over to the tall dresser that stood behind the railing. After digging around in Lorcan's sock drawer for a minute or two she had found what she was looking for. Lorcan always kept a large stash of goodies in his sock drawer, because he liked to stay up late and often found himself suddenly peckish early in the mornings.

She pranced over to the bookshelf that stood across the room and picked up a copy of 'The Essential Defense Against the Dark Arts' by Arsenius Jigger. It was on Lorcan and Ly's reading list as seventh years. She realized the first night that she had come to the Rookery, after they had left for the summer, that he had left this book which he would be needing for his seventh year. She chuckled and made a mental note to grab it for Lorcan on her way out .

Opening it, she lazily made her way towards the bed and plopped down on it, tossing a few pumpkin pasties, and liquorice wands out on the bed in front of her. She was on the the fourth chapter of the book and was reading on Kappas. A Japanese water demon that feeds on human blood. She had learned so far that, mostly, they are known for strangling humans that invade their shallow pond. They live in shallow water mainly in Japan, but they are commonly found in Mongolia.

She read along the same page for about thirty minutes; reading a passage, getting lost in thought, and then rereading the same passage because she wasn't paying attention. She sighed and rolled over onto her back, holding the book above her and starting again.

By the time that she finished the page, the book was being held very close to her face, her arms resting by her side's, propping the book up with her fingers. She sighed and let the book fall onto her face, breathing in the scent of the new book. She exhaled, satisfied and before she knew it her heavy eye lids were closing and her brain barely registered that she was about to fall asleep. "Don't... fall...asleep." She muttered to herself, but it was a lost cause.

Sunday, August 31st

Molly knew that she was comfortable, warm, and that she was laying in bed. Feeling the pages of a book on her face she lifted it up and her eyes flitted open. When her eyes had finished clearing up, she glared up at the ceiling that was clearly not hers; The ceiling of the room was painted with flowers, and various plants she couldn't classify. When she realized the ceiling was Lorcan's ceiling, she put two and two together.

Crap! She bolted upright, throwing the book across the room and ran to the window to pull the curtains aside. The sunlight hit her like a brick, and she lifted her hand to shield her eyes. It's tomorrow; September first.

Crap! Crap! Crap! She ran quickly across the cold floor towards the dresser, forcing the stubborn drawer open and pulling some of Lorcan's thick wool socks out.

As she hopped around the room trying to pull the socks on hurriedly, she went over her thoughts; She vaguely remembered closing her eyes, trying to protest, and then glorious, wonderful, nothingness. She had fallen asleep at the Scamanders, and it was morning and her family have probably assumed that she's dead and left to King's Cross without her. She would indefinitely miss her sixth year! She cursed, having stubbed her toe on the corner of the bed frame. She hopped over to the other side of the room, nursing her stubbed toe and picked up 'The Essential Defense Against the Dark Arts'.

Still cursing, she ran down the stairs and almost flipped over the railing on the second floor, before flying through the door, realizing she left her Firebolt in the kitchen, running back in and grabbing it. She mounted it, kicked off hard, and shot into the cold morning air. The biting cold nipped at her nose and her socked feet as she zoomed through the thick fog of the morning. The minute she saw the Burrow roof she dove for the ground and came to an extremely abrupt halt, tossing herself off of the broom and landing on her back on the cold, wet earth outside the house.

She heard laughter from somewhere around her and gave the large house a once over, until her eyes had recognized her cousin Albus, leaning out the window, sniggering. "Morning!" He called, failing any attempt to stifle his laughter.

She rose from her spot on the ground, rubbing her backside, causing another, louder burst of laughter from Albus who was quickly joined by James and Fed at the window. But if that wasn't enough already, they had their cake when Grandma Molly came tromping out of the house with her hands on her hips. "MOLLY ANNE REBECCA WEASLEY!" Molly winced at the use of her full name. Molly had never minded 'Anne', but her mother had wanted to name her first born after her mother, and so it was Molly Anne 'Rebecca' Weasley. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" She shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

Up in the window James stifled his laughter in his scarf before calling, "Oh, I think we all know where she's been. Making out with Lorcan's pillow again, were we?"

Molly felt the heat rise in her cheeks and was about to give it to him, when Grandmum stepped in front of her, hands on her hips again. "Don't you start, James Sirius Potter! Your parents have visited Headmistress McGonagall's office over twenty times this past year alone! Go on, the lot of you!"

They shuffled back into the room composing their laughter successfully this time, lest Grandma Molly condemn them to make breakfast and clean house. Then Grandmum turned back to Molly, hands still on her hips. Her expression softened and she reached out clasping Molly's shoulder's, and sighed. "Oh Molly, dear. I know you miss him, but you'll see him very soon." Changing her stature and expression, she went on, saying, "But that does not excuse your behavior. We have talked about this, Molly Anne. You can't just disappear like that, you should have told me and come back before this morning."

Molly nodded and apologized. "I'm sorry! I was reading and then I lost track of time, and fell asleep and-"

Grandma Molly cupped Molly's face in her hands and tsked. "It's alright, dear. I forgive you." And she smiled warmly. "Now. Have you packed?" Molly nodded and sighed in relief, then opened her mouth to say something, but Grandmum was one step ahead of her.

She nodded and lightly pinched, Molly's blushing cheek. "Go ahead and freshen up, dear. Go on." Molly hugged her tightly and ran off to wash up, Grandma Molly slapping her butt.

Lorcan's POV

He and Lysander sat in the tent, still wearing plaid and striped pajamas and setting by the fire in the living room. He was laying back on the couch, his long legs extended over the side.

Lysander was messing around with a wizards chess board, and he was reading Molly's most recent letter. Asil had arrived with it just last night and his mother had told him just this morning, so here he was. He had noticed a few minutes ago that Lysander had stopped his ramblings about Jessica, the crazy obsessive girl that they had met a few day's ago at the Hungarians vs. Romanians Quidditch match. He glanced up Lysander, and raised an eyebrow, and then went back to his reading.

But he knew it was coming and he slapped Lysander's hand as he made a grab for the letter he was reading. "Quit it!"

"What? It's not anything terribly personal if it's just Molly." Ly smirked smugly, lifting his eyebrow suggestively. "After all, we're all just friends, right?"

"Yes." Lorcan answered, persistently.

"Ok. Then you won't mind if I read it." And Lysander lunged off of the couch towards him, groping for the letter. The difference was that this time Lysander had gotten it and only when he stood up triumphantly and ran through the room, did Lorcan realize that he was no longer holding the letter. He jumped up from the chair and chased after Ly, tearing through the room, knocking over a chair.

" 'Dearest,' OH! Dearest?! That's not implying anything!" Lysander yelled sarcastically, reading the letter aloud, as he ran through the kitchen, jumping over the table. " 'I miss you too!' AHA!" He turned around towards Lorcan and began running backwards.

"She misses all of us! She writes to you too, you prat! How do I know you're not dating her?" Lorcan yelled, but even as he said it he had a hard time holding in his laughter.

"Oh yeah!? Shall I continue reading?" Lysander sniggered as he escaped Lorcan's grasping hands. " 'Things are fine here. Blah, blah, blah! Your room looks like a pigsty!' HA AHA! EXPLAIN THAT, YOU DOUBLE FACED GIT!" He stopped abruptly, standing on the top of the back of the couch and had a finger pointed triumphantly at Lorcan, who was at a loss for words.

"Mum said she could go over anytime! Besides, she's seen your filthy room too! She was only over there anyways to get my copy of 'The Essentails to Dark Arts' book that I forgot at home!" Lorcan retorted, jumping onto the couch.

Lysander practically fell of the couch, but regained his footing and ran through the kitchen, holding the letter up to hi face and reading on. "'I think Lucy knows about us.' ?! Don't even try to deny it, brother! You are dating Molly Weasley!" Lysander had a crazy smile on his face and knew that he had Lorcan stuck, with no option but to tell the truth.

Lorcan stood, reviewing his options in his head; He had nothing that his brother would actually believe, so he looked up at him and sighed. Running a hand through his hair, he nodding slowly, accepting defeat stubbornly. "Are you done?"

"I KNEW IT!" Lysander jumped down off the couch, landing with a loud thump on the ground and brushing his shoulders off. He pointed to himself and raised his eyebrows. "I knew it! How long did you think you could keep this from me, my dear brother?" Lysander said dramatically, drawing his words out and raising his eyebrows.

"What is going on out here?" Their parents had stepped out of their room to address the ruckus that was going on. Their father had one eyebrow raised and their mothers hand clasped in his.

"Mum. Da. This man-" Lysander yelled, pointing at him dramatically. "IS DATING MOLLY ANNE REBECCA WEASLEY!"

Lorcan's eyebrows raised involuntarily, in surprise at hearing Molly's full name. "You know that she would hex you if she heard you say her full name."

Ly waved his words off and gestured to him flailing both arms towards him dramatically, watching their parents with an expectant look on his face.

Mother nodded and moved gracefully towards the kitchen, pulling Da behind her. "We know, pumpkin. Would anyone like a cup of tea?" Her light eyebrows raised above her vibrant, blue eyes, waiting expectantly for an answer.

"You-you know?" Lysander fumbled to make his way around the couch and to the kitchen. "What do you mean?"

"I think your mother said what she meant, Ly." Da accepted a cup of tea from mum and sipped at it, watching Lysander carefully, but an amused expression gleamed in his dark eyes. Lysander, who stood there speechlessly, jaw dropped to the floor, glanced back at Lorcan, hearing him sniggering.

Unashamedly still sniggering, Lorcan came up behind Ly and clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I think you already knew about six months ago. I'm surprised we made it that long without you getting suspicious."

"Would either of you fancy a scone?" They both looked up at their mum, who was standing there with a pate of treats, and a pleasant smile on her face.

Lorcan looked back to Lysander, then back to the scones. "Ya' know what? I do have a sweet tooth." He announced, melodramatically. So this being said, he walked towards their parents and helped set up the table for tea, leaving Ly standing rooted to the spot and wondering how they kept it from him, while the rest of the family enjoyed tea and scones.

When Lorcan had finished shoving everything into his trunk he went over everything he knew he needed to pack. There were a few things that he'd gotten on vacation and a few that he brought and couldn't take to Hogwarts with him. He hastened to finish packing the essentials; a few Weasley Wizard Wheezes, for some good old fashioned pranks this last year, the bat and bludger print boxers he had gotten when he joined the quidditch team in his second year with Ly and Aleks, enchanted razor, and a shard of the two sided mirror he shared with Molly.

He ran that over in his head. It was his last year. It was their last year. Last year at Hogwarts. He tried to wrap his head around it, but found that he simply couldn't come o grips with it.

He looked into the mirror shard that he held in his hand; it showed the dark wooden floor of Molly and Lucy's bedroom in the Burrow. Strewn about the floor were socks, clothes, books, and crumpled papers. A pair of socked feet walked into the room and disappeared out of sight of the mirror. Lorcan smiled, recognizing Molly's favorite blue, wool socks. The next second, a dark piece of clothing flew towards the mirror and covered the mirror so that Lorcan couldn't see anything.

He set the mirror down and thought again how Percy and Audrey managed to make the two way mirror work like a regular two way mirror and sill have split it into three parts: Lorcan had one shard, Molly had the other, and Percy and Audrey ha the rest of the mirror. Though neither Molly or Lorcan could see them through their shards, Percy and Audrey could see them both in their mirror somehow. Lorcan assumed they probably had Aunt Hermione or Kingsley help them figure it out.

Suddenly Lysander swaggered into the room and threw an arm around his neck, ruffling Lorcan's hair. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, let's go!" He practically ran out of the tent, dragging Ly behind him, and came to a halting stop in front of their parents who were waiting outside the tent. Lysander hooked his arm around mum's as he hooked his around dad's. Even though they could apparate on their own now, being of age and all, they knew their parents would want to be their to see them off. It felt right as it was, anyhow, and so they kept their arms looped around one of each of their parents.

"I suppose you crickets are ready then." Mum asked, glancing between the two of them.

"Alright, you two. Hold on." He threw an arm over his dads shoulder securely, heard a loud snap, he caught a glance from Ly the last second with a mischievous smirk on his face, and then his stomach somersaulted.

Lorcan's feet landed hard on the concrete base of King's Cross station, and his stomach rolled over, as he steadied himself grasping his father's shoulder for support. Da clapped him on the back and laughed. "You alright there, son?"

He nodded and swallowed the bile that was rising in his mouth, smirking up at Da. Maybe he'll just stick to traveling by broom or floo, he thought to himself. One day I'll get the hang of this.

King's Cross was swarming with muggles, charting and hurrying to get to where they needed to go. The echo of a train whistle was familiar after seven years. Da clapped his shoulder and followed Lysander to the trolley hold. Trolleys carelessly discarded were bunched together in the tucked away hold. Lysander looked up at him getting his trunk and owl, Margot, settled into the trolley. "You're looking a little green."

"Shut up." Lorcan muttered, but couldn't keep the smirk off his face, as he flung his trunk onto the nearest trolley, then gently set Asil on top. They wheeled their trolleys back to their waiting parents and made they're way to the platform, anxious to see their friends.

He wondered if the Weasley's were here yet; He looked around as they walked and received a few smart alec comments from Ly, but he shut up after Lorcan elbowed him in the ribs. Maybe Molly had gotten taller this summer, though he doubted it, and chuckled at this thought. Molly was likely done growing and would stay at a "striking" 5'2"for the rest of her life. He hair was probably longer than when they left though. It had been down to the small of her back then. He wondered if she had finally gotten a new cat.

He knew she wasn't in any hurry to get a new one since Angus died last year during the giant attack in the forbidden forest. He remembered the day that her patronus had ran into McGonagall's office, where Lorcan had been with the other prefects and heads. The fox that was her patronus lead us to the forbidden forest and into a small alcove under the tangled roots of a tree where she had hidden from the giant that she had stumbled upon. She was bloodied and battered; from what she told me, the giant had back handed her and sent her flying through the forest. It should have killed her, but thanks to some great miracle, she had managed to stay alive, crawl under the wild roots of the giant tree we had found her in. She had a few broken ribs, her left arm was broken and her knee was dislocated. She wasn't able to walk for three weeks after the incident and couldn't talk for the first week, due to damage to her throat and bruising.

He remembered that they had a hard time keeping her in the hospital wing in general; she had wanted to go back to school and continue with the upcoming quidditch game at the time as soon as she could stand on her own two feet. That had been about two weeks in to her recovery and they had let her go back to school, but much to her dismay and infuriation they would not let her continue with the quidditch match. She had done well the first few days, but not far into the week, she passed out while heading to potions and was immediately sent back to the hospital wing, much to her disappointment.

He realized, as a familiar, uncomfortable feeling grew in his chest, that his thoughts were making him steadily more anxious.

His father's firm but gentle hand on his shoulder broke him out of him silent reverie and he looked up realizing that they were standing in front of platform nine and three quarters. The familiar concrete wall looked as solid as ever. He looked back at at his father, who, by the look on his face, definitely sensed the anxiety he was feeling; his father had a knack for that.

Lysander had already run through with Mum and Da was looking expectantly at him, waiting. "Ready?"

Lorcan nodded, his heart beat accelerating and his breathing increased, with one of his father's hands clasped on his shoulder and the other clasping the trolley next to Lorcans. He started off at a slow jog then as the gateway grew closer he broke into a full run. Feeling the weird sensation he got every time he ran through the gateway, he became slightly lightheaded, then, running out onto the Platform, collided with another person and trolley.

The air was knocked out of him as the opposing trolley collided with his and his was pushed up against his diaphragm. Trunks were tossed into the air, Asil screeched, and the sound of his things hitting the floor disrupted the noisy chatter o the Platform for a moment, before the noise swallowed them up again. He stood, unsteadily, as he already was dizzy thanks to the barrier and brushed himself off. He bent over to pick up a severely ticked off Asil in her cage off the floor, all the while hearing his father's deep roar of laughter, who had managed to avoid the entire situation and come out unscathed. He tossed him a half scowl from over his shoulder, which caused more laughter on his Da's part.

He looked up over his trolley to the trolley he had run into and the person scrambling to pick up there things. It took him a few moments to take in the scene and recognize the people; Lysander, was crouched beside a very befuddled looking Lucy Weasley helping her pick up her things.

He stood up with a large grin on his face, stepping around his trolley and towards the disoriented pair. "Hey, Lucy!"

He received a tired scowl from Lucy followed by a snide comment. "Of course. You would be the only prat stupid enough to keep running farther even when you've clearly passed through the barrier." But the snide comment was soon followed by a smirk and then, accepting Lorcan's hand, got up off the ground and hugged him.

"Or maybe you were just standing too close, Lu." He chastised sarcastically, raising his eyebrows and nodding. Lucy laughed as Lorcan and greeted Da before they rejoined Lysander on the floor to pick up the rest of her things; many books, spectacles, a divination ball, all things that had fallen out of her now open trunk. When they had gotten everything that had fallen out, put back they returned to pushing their separate trolleys across the long stretch of Platform Nine-and-Three Quarters heading towards the front of the train where they would board, his Da following closely behind them.

"Where is everyone else?" Lorcan asked, searching the room with an eager expression on his face.

Lucy chuckled, and glanced up at him devilishly. "You mean, where is Molly?" Lorcan felt his face flush, and glanced down at the ground momentarily, running a hand through his tousled fringe, nervously. "Oh, come on, you birdbrain. We've all guessed it by now. Molly's been spending an awful lot of time over at the Rookery and rereading old letters from you. And if anyone hasn't figured it out, Grandmum accidentally spilled the beans over brunch last week." She continued to ramble, striding through the crowd that seemed to part for her, and pushing her trolley at a rate that it might have been considered a jog. This whole time Lorcan had been flushed and Lysander roaring with laughter at the very uncomfortable look on his face.

"Anyways, if you're wondering where they are they were all still trying to get out of the car appropriately when I was running through the gateway." She stated, matter of factly. "Grandmum thought for a moment that we were going to have to make two trips, but then she used the extension charm at least four times until we all fit and I claimed the front seat first so I was able to get out first, find Platform Nine-and-Three Quarters, get a trolley, load it, cross through the gateway, and essentially arrive in one piece and in perfectly good spirits, avoiding the elbow jabbing and arguments in the back seats, stampede to get to the Platform and wrestling match for each trolley."

But Lucy's words were lost to Lorcan and were growing farther away, for Ly and Lucy kept on walking towards the front of the train, but Lorcan had continuously been glancing behind them, and had spotted a large crowd with several red heads bobbing up and down the wide corridor of the platform and had stopped to watch. He had been right; he spotted them all with trolleys loaded over the younger ones' heads. Lily hid behind the large trolley that had been packed with two trunks, two owls, and Fred and James riding on the bottom shelf of the trolley, pointing ahead at Lorcan who reached his arm above his head and waved at the large crowd, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Uncle Harry was behind Lily's trolley also, trying to help her push, but she was insistent about doing it on her own, so layed back, smiling at the small redhead, as she peeked around her cart to see ahead of her.

"LOOK! LOOK! IT"S LORCAN! IT"S LORCAN!" Fred shouted, pointing from the bottom layer of the trolley, up towards him. Lily pushed the cart as fast as she could followed by Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, peaking around the side of it and smiling brightly at Lorcan. Hugo ran up behind her, leaving Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione rushing after him and began helping her push the cart, whooping and waving to Lorcan fervently. Albus and Rose ran alongside Grandma Molly who was struggling to keep up, but laughed as they pulled her along.

Suddenly, from behind Grandma Molly, Albus and Rose, he spotted flaming red hair; Molly's head popped up from behind them, her blue eyes searching the area ahead of them rapidly. Her unmistakably Weasley red hair flew about her as she whipped her head from side to side, before her gaze fixated on him, her crystal blue eyes locking with his and a wide smile graced her angelic face. She broke into a run, her hair flying behind her and arrived at about the same time as the rest of the family did, tackling him in hug; She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her small frame, enveloping her and buried his face in her hair,a deep chuckle escaping his lips. She smelled the same as always; like lavender and pine needles. He wanted to kiss her senseless, but that didn't happen because as soon as he set her down, he was attacked with hugs, tackles, and questions.

"DID YOU REALLY FLY A DRAGON?!" Hugo yelled, as Lily wrapped her arms around his waist.

"At least, that's what Molly told us you wrote. I bet she was just tryin' to get a kick at us." James suggested, questioningly.

Lorcan shook his head and laughed. "I did fly a dragon! I visited your Uncle Charlie and he let me ride a Romanian Longhorn."

James' smug smirk was wiped off his face and replaced with an unmistakable gleam of wonder in his eyes and a wide grin. "Well, then we have a lot to talk about. Especially since Molly's been sleeping in your bed, as of late."

Lorcan glanced down at Molly smirking, when Molly reached over and wacked James upside the head. He smirked down at her impishly, but she was rather preoccupied 'finding the floor very interesting', her face slightly pink. If they were alone, he would kiss her right now, he thought.

James smiled mischievously, stumbling away from an angry, flustered Molly, and slung an arm over Fred's shoulders, before bidding Grandma Weasley goodbye and taking off with their trolley's towards the front of the train, with a warning from Grandma Weasley to behave themselves. Lorcan didn't wonder whether Lucy had been right about everyone already having guessed about his and Molly's relationship. He now knew that she was most likely right.

Hugo and Lily grinned up at him, pelting him with as many questions as he could answer. "Did you see any vampires?!"

"There aren't any vampires in Romania, Hugo." Lily said, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms over her chest.

"There are too! Don't you remember Uncle Harry telling us about his first year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher visiting Romania and met a whole ton of vampires!"

"Don't be daft, Hugo! It was only one!" Lily pretested. Hugo shook his head and scoffed, turning away from her and back to Lorcan.

"Who won the Quidditch game you went to see?" Hugo prodded, excitedly.

"I bet it was Romania. Wasn't it?" Lily looked up at him, expectantly.

Lorcan grinned down at her, nodding happily. "The Romanian National Quidditch Team did win, Lily! Very well that they did too, or i'd be ten galleons poorer." He laughed, ruffling her hair.

"I assume you had fun then?" Albus inquired, smirking up at him. He had grown taller over the summer, his dark hair, unkempt and messy.

Lorcan grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. "I did, thank you. And you?"

Albus grinned excitedly. "I actually have some news." He began to answer, but was interrupted by Rose, who pointed down towards the front of the train. "Look! It's Scorpius! Let's go! He's probably got all of his things loaded already!" And so Albus and Rose were off, catching up to the blonde fourth year that was waving to them from the side of the train, smiling brightly.

Looking out after them as they made their way through the crowd, his head snapped back to look down at Hugo, who was speaking very rapidly, in an excited way. "Well my summer was a blast!" He said, motioning to himself. "I spent most of it learning how to play Quidditch with James and Fred and then the past few weeks, playing with the whole family. Aunt Ginny says she'll make a chaser of me yet!" He cheered, beaming with excitement. From behind him, Aunt Ginny beamed her approval, and Uncle Harry clucked his tongue dramatically, smiling fondly.

"Alright, alright. Let's get you two off and onto the train. Come on, you lot!" Uncle Ron clapped his hands loudly, and gestured for them to hurry it up. Aunt Hermione hugged Lorcan, saying she was glad to have them them home, before catching up with Lily and Hugo. Uncle Ron stopped briefly to shake his hand, hug him, and say, "Last year, Lorcan. Make the most of it." Smiling, and clapping him on the back before following Aunt Hermione after Hugo and Lily.

After several hugs, kisses, and 'Welcome Home' 's from Ginny and Harry before they left to go bid Lily farewell and good luck, Grandmum Molly pulled him in for a hug. "It's good to see you, dear. Do you have everything?" Nodding quickly, she continued. "Good boy! Alright then, i'll see you both safely on the train."

Feeling slightly overwhelmed and dizzy, he turned to follow her towards the front of the train, glancing down at Molly. The moment she looked back up at him, his breath caught in his throat. Her thick red hair, which had indeed grown longer, framed her pale, heart shaped face, making it see like she was glowing. Her clear blue eyes excited and sincere.

"So, how was your summer?" He glanced down at her, raising his eyebrows in interest and expectation.

"Hurry up you two!" Grandma Molly called from ahead of them, waving them forward before turning around and striding through the crowd of students and family members saying their goodbyes until Christmas break.

Molly laughed and pushed her trolley faster, a skip in her step. "Well, I suck at charms-"

"I will inquire on that later, then." She nodded before continuing.

"Rory Wutherton and Lucy have been dating since January of last year-"

"Wow. Didn't see that one coming." His eyebrows rose in surprise, but he quickly composed himself, motioning for her to continue.

"She brought him to dinner-"

He let out a burst of laughter. "How did that go?" When he looked down at her to see her scowling at him, he erupted in a roar of laughter, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.

This did not appeal to her, as he could clearly see when he opened his eyes, composed himself, and let go of his trolley with one hand and patted her arm gently. "Sorry, love. Continue."

She raised a perfect eyebrow, before continuing. "I don't know. I left after I opened the door and saw the pompous git."

"Where'd you go?" A devilish smirk, played on his lips, when he saw her cheeks turn red and realized she was blushing, he glanced back down at her, smugly. He knew exactly where she'd gone.

"I went to your house, and hung out there until dinner was over." She muttered, avoiding my gaze as her blush turned to about the same color as her hair.

"Did you fall asleep in my bed?" He asked bluntly, staring down at her with a gleam of humor burning strong in his eyes.

She stared down at the ground anxiously, and her blush turned scarlet. She looked up at him so innocently, her bright eyes unsure. "Maybe."

He chuckled before, stopping his trolley abruptly and pressing a kiss to her warm temple. "I don't mind if you sleep in my bed for the rest of the year."

It took him second to consider and realize the implications that could be attached to the words he'd just said. She looked up at him impishly, laughing at the blush that was rising on his face. "And I will sleep on the floor." He assured her, chuckling. She giggled and placed her hands back on her trolley. As they resumed moving at a moderate pace, they talked of their separate summers; Molly had had an incident with laundry and charms, Lysander had been stocked by a girl named Jessica that they had met at the Quidditch match in Bulgaria, Hugo had almost broken a bone or two playing Quidditch, Uncle Charlie said to tell everyone that he'd be there for Christmas this year and that he missed everyone. They hadn't told the jist of it before they reached the front of the train, where Aunt Molly hurriedly beckoned to them.

"Come on now, dears. That's it!" As they reached her she sighed and pulled Lorcan in for a long, firm hug. When she pulled away she patted his cheek affectionately and opened her arms for Molly, who accepted them graciously, stepping into the embrace. Grandma Molly, hugged her close, stroking her long red hair and kissed the top of her forehead. "Be good, and don't get into too much trouble, alright?"

They each nodded, laughing. "We promise to be good, Grandmum! We'll see you soon!" Molly yelled so that she could be heard over the whistle of the train, and kissed her on the cheek, before picking up her trunk and walking carefully up the stairs of the train.

As they shuffled down the busy hallway of the train, they looked for there friends who would likely be sitting and waiting in one of the many compartments there were on the train. They had made their way at least half way down the hallway when they had finally found their friends. Through the glass of the door of the compartment, Milo Davies could be spotted shoving a chocolate frog in his mouth, he hadn't changed a bit; same messy, jet black fringe, pale complexion with a billion dark freckles scattered across his face. Vibrant caramel eyes that shone golden, same mischievous, lopsided grin as always. He'd gotten a bit taller too, but not by much. He was sitting in between the two seats on the floor with his elbows propped up on either side of him on the cushioned benches. Tinkering with his chocolate frog box, which made sense enough seeing as he could never go too long simply staying still.

Sitting in the seat to the left sat Margeret Williams. Her dark chocolate, fine hair pulled up into a messy bun and a gray-blue long sleeved shirt on that looked pastel in contrast to her very tan skin. Feisty, strong headed and brave as she was, she was currently drooling in her sleep, leaning up against the window, with her legs criss-cross on the seat. In her lap was a small red pillow with the the initials 'A. L.T.' Across from her sat Aleksander Leblanc-Thomas; pale skin, (almost transparent, honestly, compared to Margerets' tan skin), ashy blonde fringe, and dark, chocolate eyes. Aleks was head boy this year and had always had an uncontrollable love for Quidditch. At the moment he had a deep pondering look on his face, as he watched Margeret sleep across from him, his forehead creased in thought.

"Wonder what he's thinking about?" He asked sarcastically. Molly looked up at him and nodded, raising an eyebrow.

"I wish they would just realize that they're bloody into eachother and get together." She whispered dramatically before she opened the door, letting it slide loudly into it's pocket in the wall, causing Margeret to stir and shift in her seat. Molly tossed her trunk under the seat, colliding with another dark, large trunk. "Careful! There are fragile things in there." Milo blurted, sitting up and holding his hands out.

"Did you pack explosives this year?" Lorcan jested, as he shoved his trunk onto the shelf above where Aleks was sitting.

"Well, that was the plan." Milo muttered. From his seat, Aleks tore his gaze away from Margeret to look down Milo with an eyebrow raised.

"You didn't." Lorcan marveled, pulling Milo's trunk out from under the seat and undoing the latches, with a heavy 'click' sound. He popped the top open and chortled, falling back onto the seat behind him. "I can't believe you." He laughed, shaking his head at Milo.

"Well, we said that this being your guys last year that we would outdo every other back to school prank that we have ever done." Milo said, nodding his head and shrugging.

"So, naturally, that meant fireworks." Lysander, who had just opened the door to the compartment and was standing in the frame, said before stepping in and closing the door quickly.

Milo raised an eyebrow, pointing a finger at Lysander with a paternal expression on his face. "Don't you sass me, young man. Just because you'll be out of school soon, doesn't mean your all grown up." He reprimanded, causing Molly to giggle in the corner where she sat leaning on Mary.

"Ha ha." Ly deadpanned. "But at the present moment, my mind couldn't be any farther away from that subject." He pressed his hands together and waggled his eye brows at them. "What exciting news did you gather over the summer, mate?"

"Aha! Yes, yes." Milo's eyebrows rose and he smacked Mary's knee repeatedly. "Wake up, Mary! Now is not the time to be snoozing off!" He nudged her side until she begrudgingly opened her eyes, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light and her surroundings.

Her eye brows knitted together and she rubbed her eyes as she realized that everyone was there. "Hullo there." She bubbled, pulling Molly into a hug and then glaring at Milo when he interrupted them, telling them to 'break it up'.

"What is bloody going on here?" She demanded, as she gave Lysander a hug, the question aimed towards Milo. When everyone had gotten settled in there respectable spots, that is to say there weren't enough seats for all six of them in the one compartment, so someone always sat in between the seats and everyone else sat on the seats; Milo was 'it' this year, so he sat in between the seat, to his right on the seat sat, Mary, closest to Milo, then Molly, and then Lorcan. And on the other side sat Aleks, Lysander and all of their pets, cages stacked that could be stacked and owls sat on top or around.

"Well," Milo began, straightening up."I have good news and bad news. I was talking to Evie Harper, the Slytherin chaser, we're on friendly enough terms that she didn't hex me when I approached her-" He scowled up at Lysander, who had raised an eyebrow at him. "No. It is not like that at all. If you remember correctly, Grace is dating her older brother and invited them over for dinner over the summer a few times. It actually went rather well, we made it the whole time without socking one another." Lorcan did remember that Milo's older sister, Grace, was dating Theo Harper, but was having a good laugh at the scowl Milo was giving Lysander, who looked like he was enjoying just as much. "Now, as I was saying before you bloody interrupted me, I was talking to her and she told me that the beaters that were on her team last year, Schneider and Robinson, you know, the two really thickheaded Slytherin beaters, one was really bulky the other was a string bean, yeah? Good. Well they were expelled last year for bringing a muggle into the school. So they are down two beaters! Yay!" He effused, raising his hands into the air triumphantly, before bluntly continuing. "Bad news; they have indefinitely chosen Albus and Scorpius to replace them." He clapped his hands and let his words hang in the air for a minute, before they responded. Lorcan remembered Albus trying to tell him something earlier outside the train, and considered that he might've been trying to tell him this.

"Well, on the bright side, we've been playing quidditch with them all summer. We know their playing style, their quirks, instincts. They've already been flying on the fastest brooms thanks to Uncle Harry and Scorp's dad, so we won't be shocked by anything new." Molly reasoned, nodding her head quickly. "Honestly, i'm thrilled that we'll be playing the two of them instead of the other two obnoxious Slytherin's."

"Yeah! That's the spirit! And they've been expelled! No coming back after that incident!" Milo laughed merrily, smiling up at them.

"That means they're expelled from Hogwarts for good. On their second to last year. I can't believe i'm saying this, but I pity them." Mary said sympathetically, Molly nodding beside her.

"Ha! I think you've had too much sleep, Mary! You've become Slytherin empathetic. Besides they brought the muggle into the school. Can't get any thicker than that." Milo joked, but patted her knee sympathetically, none the less.

"I know your right." Mary sighed and nodded. "It really is the stupidest thing they have done in all the years they've been at Hogwarts. Well, is that it then? Anything else we should know about?" She inquired, eager to change the dreary subject, she glanced around the compartment at everyone.

Lysander cleared his throat, eyeing Molly and Lorcan across from him. "Well,..."

Lorcan sighed, knowing that if they didn't say anything that Ly would probably spill the beans. He glanced at Molly, who was glaring at Lysander, who was grinning from ear to ear. She slowly looked up at him and smirked, carelessly shrugging her shoulders. But before Lorcan could even get a word out, Mary was sitting on the edge of her seat looking at the two of them. "YOU TWO ARE DATING, AREN'T YOU?"

Molly laughed at her best friends sudden, accurate explosion and nodded. "Yes. We were wondering how long it would take you all to start getting suspicious."

Mary turned towards Milo and Aleks holding her hand out expectantly. "I was right. Pay up!" Aleks and Milo groaned, digging through their pockets, and pulling out several galleons each, setting them stubbornly into Mary's waiting palm.

"You bet on us?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow, suddenly surprised. Beside her Lorcan looked less surprised and rather amused at their friends antics, throwing his arm over Molly's shoulders, endearingly.

"Of course we did." Milo confessed, shrugging his shoulders. "Mary started getting suspicious March last year, when the two of you disappeared for 'an hour or two' to 'study Arithmetic'." Milo jested, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"How long have you two been dating?" Mary asked, exuberantly, looking and back and forth between them.

Molly chuckled at her friends' enthusiasm. "Roughly eight months." She watched the smile slowly fade from Mary's face as she turned around to Aleks who had an impish grin on his face and his hand extended in the same manner Mary had a few minutes ago. She sassily dropped four shiny galleons into his hand and plopped back down onto her seat.

Lorcan laughed at the two and the stubborn look Mary was giving Aleks. Molly leaned forward off the seat slightly, her eyebrows knitting together in amused interest. "Wait. I thought you bet that we wouldn't be dating?" She inquired Aleks, who was counting the galleons out and pocketing them.

Aleks chuckled. "It is better to be wrong and then right, then to be wrong and then wrong."

Mary gasped from her seat and stared accusingly at Aleks, who was laughing at her now. "You mean to say, that you made the second bet in case I was right. AND I WAS!" She raged, folding her legs up to her chest and curling up in the corner, defiantly.

"If it's any consolation, I knew you were right from the beginning of the bet, but it's simply more humorous this way." He said, crouching down in front of her and patting her knee, compassionately, but his laughter only grew louder as he dodged the pillow that she had swung at him. He had dodged the first one, but the second swing the pillow caught him full in the face with a loud 'Whump!'.

The compartment was filled with laughter as the two continued to jest and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Cauldron cakes, Pumpkin Pasties, and liquorice wands were strew across the floor. Molly told of her soapy nightmare yesterday morning, Mary had met a professional quidditch player over the summer resulting in Aleks not being able to decide whether he should ask a ton of questions or feel threatened, Lorcan and Lysander graced them with adventure from backpacking Romania, Bulgaria, Moldova, and Ukraine over the summer, and Milo regaled stories of awkward dinners he'd had over the summer's in which Molly sympathized, sharing with them the news of Rory and Lucy.

"Anyway's, they were snogging in the kitchen when I walked in, dad not far behind me." Milo's expression was annoyed and he grimaced at the memory. "Then my dad came in, followed by my mom. I think my dad would've hexed him right there, but my mom just gave them a scolding and sent them out to the dining room with desert. There faces were absolutely priceless. The rest of the night Evie and I made sort of subtle jokes-"

"Oh please! You're about as subtle as a dementor." Aleks laughed, shoving a cauldron cake into his mouth. He was laying down on the seat with his legs propped up on Lysander's shoulder, who was slapping his socked feet. The compartment erupted in laughter.

"Blimey, Aleks! Gerroff!" Grinning, Ly shoved Aleks' feet off and onto the floor, landing in a pile of wrappers. "You need a shower, mate!"

Aleks sniggered. "I am squeaky clean! You've got nothing on me, dragon breath!"

Looking down at her watch, Mary confirmed the time was nearly nine O'clock. "We'd better all get changed. We'll be arriving soon, it's five till nine." She and Molly stood up and managed to get there luggage down without crushing anyone, pulling there robes out.

They left to go to the girl's bathroom to change while the boys began to get their robes out. The girl's usually left for the girl's bathroom to change and the boy changed in the compartment, locking the door and pulling the curtains shut. When the girls got back from the bathrooms the boys were just finishing putting on ties and robes. A knock resounded on the other side of the glass door followed by Mary's smooth, tired voice. "Are you all decent?"

Lysander looked everyone over once and unlocked the door, finishing pulling his Gryffindor robes on. The door slid open and Molly and Mary walked in, robes and all. Mary's long hair was down and cascaded down her back as smooth as silk, while Molly's flaming red, large curls were pulled back in a pony tail.

"We'll be at Hogwarts in two minutes and Lucy and Rory are eating each other's faces off down the corridor. I'm going to have to get used to that." Mary grimaced, making a sour face.

The train whistle went off announcing that they were pulling into the Hogwarts station. Molly grabbed Mary's wrist and looked her square in the eye. "Not if I can help it." And turning on her heel, she grabbed Lorcan's hand and dragged them down the hallway and into wave of first years and up, all swarming towards the exit at the front of the train.

"How many first years do you reckon we're getting this year?" Milo yelled from close behind Lorcan, weaving through groups of people to keep up and stay all together.

"I dunno! But Lily, Hugo, and Celine are getting sorted this year! My guess'd be that they'll all end up in Gryffindor!" Lorcan shouted back, grinning widely as Molly pulled him and Mary through the crowds, Aleks, Lysander, and Milo close behind them.

"Ten galleons says that you're wrong!" Milo shouted, flashing a lopsided grin.

Lorcan laughed loudly and raised an eyebrow. "You're on!"

A/N: Hello, all! So yep, there's the first chapter.

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