Disclaimer: This is a mass disclaimer for the whole fic, as I don't feel like putting one of these at the beginning of every single chapter. I don't own anything from the Harry Potter series, and I won't own any of it in other chapters, either.

Author's Note: This will end up being a little over 30 chapters; it will contain all of the het, non-cousincest Next-Gen pairings imaginable (which basically means all the girls are paired with Teddy, Lorcan, Lysander, and Scorpius, and the Weasley boys each have a different OC)

For reference, here are the various Houses and ages of the characters. Ages are at the time of the epilogue, although the fics may take place multiple years later. The ages are merely for reference, in order to show who's older than who, etc. In some of the oneshots here - they aren't all connected - I may change one of the ages to make it easier to write. I will mention if I have, though, and I won't change any of the canon ages (Teddy, Victoire, Albus, Rose, Scorpius, Hugo, Lily).

Gryffindor: Teddy (19), Freddie (16), Roxanne (12), James (12). Ravenclaw: Victoire (17), Dominique (15), Rose (11), Molly (12), Lorcan (9), Lysander (9). Hufflepuff: Albus (11), Hugo (9), Lucy (10), Louis (10). Slytherin: Lily (9), Scorpius (11).

Sorry for the long AN, but I thought I should explain the premise of this fanfiction.

Dear Diary,

Something odd happened today. I suppose, technically, one could make the argument that my whole life is odd - after all, I'm a witch, and I attend a school for magic. Which, to most of the world, is strange. Not to me, though, since I've grown up surrounded by it. My whole family - and it's a very large family - is magical. I've always been used to it, and to me, it's positively normal. Of course, my family isn't positively normal.

My family is the Weasleys. We're a very large family, spread out over three generations - my grandparents, then my parents and uncles and aunts, and then my generation. Which means that whenever we get together, the table is extremely crowded and has to be elongated. Or we eat outside, unless it's Christmas and it's freezing cold out.

I'm a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. Three of my cousins - Albus, Hugo, and Louis - are also there, so the four of us usually hang out together in the common room. We're spread out across all four houses, although Lily's the only Slytherin. Big surprise there. Not. I predicted she would be in Slytherin long before either of us was even here. And while many people would take that as insulting, because it has a rather Dark reputation, Lily simply said, "Cool," and then went on doing whatever it is Lily did then.

I'm rambling again, aren't I? People say I do that a lot. I suppose I do. I'm generally pretty quiet, but when somebody gets me going or when I'm nervous, I tend to talk a lot, and I don't shut up easily. I write a lot, also, as is obvious from this diary. Well, this is actually my first entry, since I just got this a couple of days ago for my birthday, but so far it's a rather long entry and I haven't even gotten to the odd part yet. Whatever. I don't think it really matters, since I'm the only one who's reading this. Hopefully.

All right. So I suppose I should write down exactly what got me into this odd situation before I actually explain what happened; after all, if I look back on this diary when I'm a hundred and something years old, I might not remember what happened as clearly as I do now. So the main reason why this happened is because I'm a writer. Not professionally or anything, but I love to write and I'm working on a novel. It's not very good, I guess, compared to some of the things I've read, but I wouldn't say it's complete crap, either.

It's about a boy and a girl - one's practically royalty, and the other's a servant. I suppose it's a tad cliché, but it wouldn't be the first story like that, and it won't be the last. Anyway, that doesn't really matter; what matters is that I'm a writer, and it's for that reason that I went up to the Astronomy Tower after classes let out for the day. It's quiet up there - it has a reputation as a make-out spot, but that's more at night than during the daytime, and when I went up it was still light out.

I like it because it's quiet, and it's easier to write when it's quiet. Not to mention the view is beautiful and inspiring, and inspiration is always lovely, since I've had a bit of writer's block. When I got up there, though, I realized that it wasn't empty like it usually is. There was another person up there; a Ravenclaw boy. I recognized him as Lorcan Scamander, the daughter of Aunt Luna - who isn't really my aunt, just a really close friend of the Weasley family - and one year younger than me.

He had a sketchpad, and was drawing the view from the Tower. It was a good drawing, I could see that instantly. It wasn't done, but it would be excellent when it was finished. He whirled around when he saw me enter, and blushed. "Hi."

"Um..." I'm awkward around people I don't know well. "Hi," I said quietly. "Do you mind, er, if I stay up here?" I waved around the manuscript of my unfinished novel. "I wanted to write, and uh, the view is inspiring."

"It is, isn't it?" He stared out, over the Hogwarts grounds. There's a beautiful view of the grounds, the lake, and the Forbidden Forest from this high up. I crossed over to where he was standing and joined him gazing out at the picturesque scenery. Hogwarts really is beautiful, even if the name sounds kind of strange. The appearance, at least, is pleasant - the grass is green, the castle is magnificent, and the lake and the forest also provide beauty.

"I wish I could draw like that." I gestured to his sketch; he blushed again. "I can barely draw a stick figure. Lily says my stick figures look like a six-year-old's scribbles." Normally, when Lily makes one of her snarky comments, I tell her she's being rude. In this case, well, it's completely true and I've said as much myself.

"Yeah, well, I'm terrible at writing. My essays...you really don't want to see those." He laughed, but it sounded very self-conscious. "Wish I was a better writer. It's more useful, like in real life, I mean. This is just a hobby."

"Not necessarily," I argued, realizing that I was actually holding a conversation with somebody I didn't know very well. That's a rarity, and usually when I talk to somebody I'm only acquaintances with, they're doing most of the talking and I'm just nodding along and saying 'yeah, you're right' every minute. "You could become an artist. I think you're talented enough for it."

"Nobody would buy this."

"I would." It was impulsive, and right after saying it I regretted it, thinking that it was much too personal for people who had only been talking for about two minutes. It was very Gryffindor of me, which is stupid because I'm probably the most non-Gryffindor person ever. Except for Lily, of course, because she's the epitome of Slytherin - which annoys Uncle Ron to no end, because he's still prejudiced against them. One time, I even overheard him saying to Aunt Hermione that he hopes Lily doesn't end up going Dark. I think she slapped him upside the head for that comment - Aunt Hermione did, that is, not Lily - and he claimed he was joking. I don't think so.

Okay, I'm rambling again. Anyway, so I said I would buy Lorcan's drawing, and he looked down at it as if he didn't know which one it was. "It's not that good," he protested, shaking his head.

"Lorcan, it looks like a photograph, except it's not colored and it's made up of lines and it's not done." He didn't look too thrilled. "Okay, that came out wrong. I meant that it looks exactly like what it's supposed to. It looks like this view, and it will even more when it's finished. Why do you-" I stopped there; I didn't want to pry into his mind.

"What were you going to ask?"

"Nothing," I muttered, and I started to walk away, towards the other side, hoping that I could write in peace. He caught my arm and spun me to face him, raising his eyebrows in a very questioning manner. "I was going to ask why you thought so lowly of your drawing. You're obviously talented."

He shrugged. "My brother - Lysander - tells me that it's kind of stupid to draw. That my time would be much better spent getting girls and having his idea of fun. I haven't really heard anybody say that I draw well." He finally let go of my arm, as if he only realized at that moment that he was holding it.

"You're a great artist," I murmured, all-too-aware of how close we were standing. He wasn't even a foot away from me, and our eyes met; at the same time, we stepped forward and touched lips, exploring each other's mouth in a kiss. We pulled apart for breath, and he glanced at his watch suddenly; I saw it was nearly supper.

"I...I should go," he muttered, and ran down the stairs.

I was left up there, confused about what had just happened. Well, not about what had happened; I knew that. We had kissed. But then for him to just run out like that...mixed messages galore. It's been about five hours since that happened, and I'm still unsure about what should occur next. I mean, do we go out? I'm not experienced in relationships. Maybe I'll ask one of my cousins what to do. Rose should know important relationship-y things, since she's practically attached at the hip to Scorpius Malfoy.

Ew, bad mental images of Rose and Scorpius attached at the hips. I didn't realize what an innuendo that sounded like. Moving on. I'll ask her tomorrow. Right now, it's late, and I want to get some sleep. Maybe I'll dream of Lorcan. He is good-looking, and he definitely is nice. I wouldn't mind going out with him. Not that I'm really used to that.

I need sleep. Good night, diary.

I don't ship this...but it was extremely fun to write because Lucy rambles. A LOT. Anyway, this is the first chapter of many, and it'll probably be updated kind of erratically because some of the oneshots for this that I have planned will probably be much longer. And most of the oneshots aren't connected, although there probably will be some background characters that stay the same, and the Houses of the next-gen will all be the same, most likely.

Anyway, thanks for reading!