Anyone But You
Based in the year of : 2022
RoseWeasley : March 5th 2006 (7th year)
HugoWeasley : October 1st 2008 (5th year)
Scorpius Malfoy : November 21st 2006 (7th year)
James Sirius Potter : December 5th 2005 (1 year graduated)
Lily Luna Potter : February 17th 2008
Albus Severus Potter : March 23rd 2006
"Mum, dad, where are they?" I asked my younger brother Hugo, running down the staircase.
"No clue sis," he replied.
"I can't believe that you are heading into your fifth year little bro," I exclaimed.
"And I can't believe that you're sixteen and don't have a boyfriend!"
"Shush Hugo! You know I just don't have time yet. When I find the right guy, I will, but until then, keep your mouth shut please!"
"You can't make me."
"What are you, twelve or something? You don't have a girlfriend right now either!"
"I have dates. They just don't amount to anything, thank you very much."
"Oh, I know that Hugo, but if you don't decide to keep your mouth shut, I could always tell mom and dad about how you spent your summer making out with a different girl every week."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh, you know very well that I would!"
"Too bad you don't have any secrets I can blackmail you with."
"That's right, I don't," I smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. Hugo scoffed, clearly annoyed, and bouldered past me and down to the landing. I followed him, hopping ever so casually over a pile of clothing that had been randomly positioned right in front of the bottom step.
"Mum," I called, "where are you?" I spotted mum and her unusually tamed bushy brown hair in the laundry room and bolted.
"Yes Rose, darling?" she answered, working at a knot of disregarded socks.
"Have you seen my violet spelled quill or my bottle of green ink?"
"No, darling, I haven't but your father might have already packed it away for you, why don't you go ask him?"
"Thanks Mum, I will, love you," I kissed her nose and ran from the laundry room to look for Dad.
""Rosie," why are you in such a hurry? Canvasing our house for a hidden hottie?" Dad laughed, appearing in front of me.
"Dad!" I exclaimed, in an almost whiney tone. "Why would you say such a thing? And no, I'm looking for you."
"Awe, I'm so hurt. Personally, I think I'm pretty dapper."
"Hey Dad, have you by any chance seen my violet quill or green ink? Mum said you might have already packed it away for me."
"I don't know about your old ones, but I seem to recall seeing a couple of packages with the pile of trunks, one for you, and one for Hugo."
"Dad, you didn't!"
"Go look and find out then." I made my way to front hall where all of the trunks and cages lay waiting to be once again lugged onto Hogwarts grounds. On top of one of the trunks were two wrapped packages, one in a chocolate-brown paper, and the other in baby blue. I saw my name atop the baby blue package and grabbed for it, pulling off the paper carefully, so as not to rip it to shreds. Inside of a wooden carrying case that measured about ten by ten inches sat three rows of ink wells. Three of a deep violet, three of emerald green, and three of cobalt blue ink. Beneath the box, still concealed in the paper sat a gorgeous new violet spelled quill. It would never fade in colour, and carried an inspirational charm that allowed the user to be inspired to work anytime, no muse required.
"Mum, dad, thank you, thank you so much!"
"You are very welcome Rose," Mum and Dad replied, their voices echoing from down the hall. I reached down to my trunk, unclasped it and placed the beautiful box of ink wells into a side compartment.
"Can we get a move on?" I shouted, wanting to leave for Hogwarts as soon as I could. My cousins were to meet Mum, Dad, Hugo and I at platform 9 ¾ in only ten minutes, and I hadn't seen any of them in weeks.
"Hold your horses and bring your bags to the fireplace. We're traveling by Floo today."
"Okay," I called, picking up my trunk and heading toward the living room fireplace.
"You forgot your cat," Hugo yelled at me, walking into the room, my kitten Nala hanging off of his trousers, her claws digging into his skin as she held on for dear life. Of course, Hugo was swinging back and forth, attempting to make Nala fly off of him, but she was clearly far too stubborn.
"Nala, poor girl," I cooed, picking her up off of Hugo. "Was Hugo being mean to you again?" She mewed in agreement, as I stroked her soft, furry tummy.
"Could you be any weirder?" Hugo asked me, quite sarcastically at that.
"Could you be any dumber?" I retorted, laughing. Hugo huffed, upset with my comment.
"Listen, I choose to live my life, okay sis? Just because I don't have a perfect record at Hogwarts, it doesn't mean that I'm dumb or anything like that!"
"Hugo, you get into so much trouble that one folder for all of your written up misbehavior isn't enough. They had to give you your own drawer, and they categorize both alphabetically, and by date. You have almost as much of a record as Uncle Fred and Uncle George combined! The only people that trump you with that is Mum, Dad, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. They have a combined drawer all to themselves, and some of the stuff they did breaks more than about fifty school rules. Please, could you start acting more your age? Calm down a bit and be a good student for once!"
"Bossy much?"
"Annoying much?"
"Bookworm much?"
"Freak much?"
"Blast ended dementor buggerer!"
"Library slut!"
"Hey! I am not!"
"Rose, Hugo!" Mum glared, coming from the kitchen. "Could you not bite at each others throats for about five seconds. We have to go, or we will be very late."
"Unfortunately," Dad added, "we do not have a magical flying car, so that is completely out of the question!"
"Ronald, darling, you know very well not to give our dear Hugo and good, or rather bad ideas! Knowing your son, he probably will try to make a bloody flying car himself, and we all know how that will end out, now don't we?"
"My son? My son! Why is it that when he does something wrong, he is never your son, or even our son, he's my son! Why is that exactly?"
"Listen darling, you know that I was always the good one between all of the mischief that you and Harry got into."
"Me and Harry?"
"Harry and I, and yes, I always have been! And even though I didn't follow the rules to the letter, at least I tried, and dammit, I tried to follow the rules, but no, of course you and Harry were always so dependent on me! You always needed me, not that you said that more than half a billion times!"
"Listen, if I recall very well, during Seventh year, you broke all of the rules, and not just rules, but a few dozen ministry laws too! There was even that time during the final battle remember? When we finally got together and we went looking for that bloody Basilisk fang! You were still technically within school grounds and we..."
"Ronald! Not in front of the children!"
"Yeah," I gagged, "we don't exactly want to know about your chamber of secrets sex life. What you did or didn't do needs to stay a secret! Please, for Merlin's sake!"