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"Daddy," I whined. I held onto his arm, fearfully.

"It won't be long," Daddy answered, "And you'll be going, too." How did he not understand? I wanted to be with Albus and James, not stuck at home,with nobody to play with.

"Two years," I sniffed, "I want to go now!" Angrily brushing away the tears from my eyes, I heard Albus and James arguing once again.

"I won't! I won't be in Slytherin!" Albus was shouting.

"James, give it a rest," Mum told my oldest brother. She knew that James had been teasing Albus with the possibility that he might get sorted into Slytherin.

"I only said he might be," James protested, grinning at Albus's angry face. "There's nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slyth-"

But Mum gave James an angry look, and James fell silent. We came up to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. James glanced cockily over his shoulder at Albus, grabbed with trolley from Mum, and disappeared into the barrier.

"You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked Mum. I knew that the only reason that he asked her that was because James wasn't there.

"Every day, if you want us to," Mum answered.

"Not every day," said Albus quickly, "James says most people only get letters from home about once a month."

"We wrote to James three times a week last year," Mum said.

"And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Daddy added. "He likes a laugh, your brother."

I grinned, but I was sure that nobody could see it. James loved a laugh, even when it involved one of his favorite toys being broken. If, in his eyes, it was humorous, then it had to be done.

I followed Albus, Daddy and Mum (who was pushing the trolley) into the barrier. Albus winced, even though he'd already been through the barrier once already. That had been to see James off. Now James was entering his 2nd year.

I, however, got used to the idea of magic quickly. Sure, we knew all about magic, and saw it five times a day at home, but running into a barrier wasn't a usual thing to see, not even in Godric's Hollow.

Godric's Hollow used to be a wizarding community, but when Bathilda Bagshot, the Dumbledores, Lily Potter (my grandmother) and James Potter (my grandfather) were killed, muggles began to live in the area.

Daddy repaired the house that his parents had lived in, and moved into it. Nearly every muggle thought that it was haunted. I wished that I knew my neighbors. They often played with each other, but never with me. I doubt that they even knew that I existed.

When we came out onto the platform, I saw hundreds of people talking and laughing.

According to Mum and Daddy, Uncle George used to be a whole lot like James, but he wasn't anymore. Neither Daddy nor Mum would tell me why he was different now that he had been before.

"Where are they?" Albus asked, anxiously, as the four of us stood there.

"We'll find them," Mum reassured him. But with the steam from the train, it was close to impossible to make out anyone's face.

"I think that's them, Al," Mum called, suddenly.

A group of four people emerged from the mist. As we got closer to them, I saw their faces.

"Hi," said Albus, immensely relieved.

Rose, who was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him. Rose was a redhead with freckles. She seemed to smile all of the time, and was always ready to tell a joke if she needed to.

Daddy and Mum started talking to Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermonie. My cousin, Hugo, came over to talk to me.

"What house do you think you'll be in when you can go to Hogwarts?" Hugo asked me.

"I don't know," I responded, "Probably Gryfindor. I want to be in Gryfindor, anyway."

"Me too," Hugo agreed, "That where the whole family has been." Just then, Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermonie, Rose, Albus, Mum and Daddy came over.

"If you're not in Gryfindor, we'll disinherit you," Uncle Ron was telling Rose.

"Ron!" Aunt Hermonie said. Hugo and I laughed. "He doesn't mean it." Aunt Hermonie tried to comfort Rose, but Rose just shrugged it off.

"Look who it is," Uncle Ron muttered to Daddy, pointing to three figures. I had never seen them before in my life. There was a man, a woman and a boy. The man had blonde hair that seemed to stick to his head. The boy looked exactly like the man.

"So that's little Scorpius," Uncle Ron muttered, "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," Aunt Hermonie said, sternly, "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school."

"You're right, sorry," said Uncle Ron, but added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

I stood there, stunned. Daddy hadn't told me anything about this Scorpius person, or mentioned anything about his childhood. It seemed like everyone knew more about Daddy than I did.

"Hey!" It was James. He didn't have his trunk or his trolley – must have put them onto the train – and seemed to be bursting with news.

"Teddy's back there," he said, breathlessly, "Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!"

He gazed up at the adults. When they didn't react, he continued.

"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing-"

"You interrupted them?" said Mum, "You are so like Ron-"

"-and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!" I sighed. Teddy was nineteen, and perfectly old enough to be snogging girls, in my opinion.

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!" I whispered to Mum and Daddy, "Teddy would really be part of the family, then!"

"He already comes round for dinner about four times a week," Daddy reminded me, "Why don't we just invite him to live with us and have done with it?"

Teddy was an orphan. Both of his parents had been killed when he was a baby. I didn't know how, but what I did know was that Daddy knew how.

"Yeah!" said James, enthusiastically, "I don't mind sharing my room with Al – Teddy could have my room!"

"No," Daddy said, firmly, "you and Al will share a room only when I want the house demolished."

He checked the old watch that he always wore on his wrist. I didn't know why he still wore it if it was so old, but I had decided not to ask him, because I knew that he wouldn't tell me a thing.

"It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board," Daddy reminded Rose, James and Albus.

"Don't forget to give Neville our love!" Mum told James, as she hugged him.

"Mum! I can't give a professor love!"

"But you know Neville-" I saw James roll his hazel eyes.

"Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love…"

Shaking his head, as if pretending that he was wise, he vented his feelings by aiming a kick at Albus.

"See you later, Al," he smirked, "Watch out for the thestrals."

"I thought they were invisible? You said they were invisible!"

James just laughed, let Mum kiss his (which, I'm sure, he thought ought to be a compliment for her), gave Daddy a hug, then leapt onto the filling train.

"Bye, Hugo," I called to Hugo, as Daddy and Albus had one of their common whispered conversations.

Albus jumped into one of the carriages. I noticed that many people's heads were turned towards Daddy.

"Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus, as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.

"Don't let it worry you," said Uncle Ron, "It's me. I'm extremely famous." I laughed along with Albus, Rose and Hugo. Uncle Ron being famous was a completely crazy idea.

Daddy and Mum waved good-bye to Albus and Rose. I just folded my arms across my chest, and scowled. I wanted to be with them. They were my brothers. Life would be boring for two years, until I joined them at Hogwarts. Or so I thought.