AN: I've decided to start another fanfic, because, I want to focus on my favorite Next Generation character: Roxanne. I just feel like she, and the others who aren't as popular should get their claim to fame. So, this is going to be an actual plot, so wish me luck! Also, if you DO happen to like this story as it progresses, please leave a review, 'cause without support,I'll probably not have the will to finish it, but I will, but the chapters won't be as heartfelt.
I, the author of this story(Tashwampa), do not own any of the recognizeable characters or the world of Harry Potter. I simply wish to entertain myself with their lives. The only thing I own, is the plot, some of their personality traits(If Rowling didn't get there first).
Hope you Enjoy!
Chapter One: The Sorting
Roxanne Weasley was more excited than has ever been in her life. She was going to Hogwarts! The greatest place ever. Well, in her opinion. Now she could really learn to be a witch. Of course, she needed to work hard. She knew that, and she's always had a thirst for knowledge. Her mother had described all the Houses in their own light(her father had been scandalized at her lack of insults for Slytherin) and told her that it didn't matter which house she was in, they would be proud of her. Of course, Roxanne knew what House she would be in, the moment it was described it to her. What other house could possibly be for her?
"Roxie, love, are you packed yet?" her mother's voice called up to the loft, Roxie's bedroom, and Roxie was startled and a spark flew out of her wand(oak, dragon heartstring, eleven inches, good for all around magic at least, that's what Ollivander had said.).
"Yes, mum!" Roxie fought the urge to roll her eyes. Her mother knew that Roxie would never have waited at the last minute for this. Unlike her brother and most of her cousins who she knew would have waited until morning to pack.
"Make sure your brother has! I know he's in there making inventions and whatnot!"
"Okay, mum!" she went down the steps to the loft and went to her brother's room which was giving off the sounds of explosions and and a disgusting smell that made Roxie wrinkle her freckled nose.
She knocked on the door and stepped in, not bothering to wait for an invitation. Her brother was sitting next to a cauldron with scorch marks surrounding it. His dark red hair was frazzled and frizzier that it had ever been in hs life, because of the fumes. The smell was much worse when it was surrounding her.
"What the bloddy hell are you doing now? Argh, did you pack 'cause you now mom'll have your hide if you're not even done yet. She doesn't want a scramble. We're meeting everyone there, by the way, so make sure you have all of your extra things, since mom and dad aren't gonna be able to get back to the flat." she snatched his wand from him, so he couldn't get back to his...creation.
"Why are you in here? Shouldn't you be running along, ickle firstie?" he said giving her a mischievious grin.
"Well, I would be, but I have to read through the textbooks, plus, I've gotta watch out for your arse."
"Now, why would you need to do that? I'm two years older than you. How is it that, you tell me what to do?" he asked rolling his dark brown eyes.
"Because I'm smarter than you." she replied shrugging her shoulders and giving him a smirk.
"Modest too." he said.
"What are you making? I mean, I can smell it from down the hall and it's stinkning up the house."
"Well, ask me no questions, and I shall tell you no lies." he sang.
"Well, I already asked you, so you might as well tell me. Plus, I could just tell mom." she said looking him in the eyes.
"Look Roxie, I want to make something dad can sell at the shop. I mean, I don't wanna be handed the key. That's not nearly as cool as me making something and Dad selling, it."
"So, you're making something from the shop, without any real training?" she asked lifting her eyebrow.
"Yes. I am."
"You realize that you could blow up the house, right? We could die, because of you."
"Ah, but it won't blow up the house." he replied poking and prodding the cauldron until the contents started to bubble and boil.
"Why should I believe you? You're bloody crazy!" she said pointing at his expression, which indeed, looked crazy.
"Because, I'm a genius. I would never blow up the house. Mom would never let me hear the end of it." he said wincing, but a smile broke out when it turned a grass green.
"Do you even know what you're doing? I mean, you could ask Anut Mione, or Dad, because the smell is making me sure that you're about to kill us." she said glancing around his room. It was a mess. Textbooks were scattered around the room along with parchment and quills and potion ingredients. She rolled her eyes. She knew that these things were new and that her mother would be in a rage if she saw that they were scattered around the room.
"You should really pack this stuff. Put your junk away too, you know Mum likes when it's clean over the summer."
"You're breaking my concentration, here. Could you leave, please?" he was adding something new to the concoction and he smiled when it turned vivid purple.
"Mum told me to make sure you packed. Plus, I'll get in trouble too, if you don't clean up."
"Alright, I'll pack as soon as I can turn down the heat and bottle this up. Happy?" he said stirring the potion.
"Not particularly, no. I'll come back in ten minutes. You better be packed by then, Fred, I mean it."
"Yes, mother, I'll be sure to pack.
"You'd better." she replied leaving the room.
She walked down the hall and entered the kitchen. She sat at the counters and pulled out a piece of bread and bit into it, smiling at the taste of home cooking. She'd occasionally eaten what muggles called `fast food' and it was okay on the run, but nothing beat home-cooking. She heard footstpes and saw her dad, who smiled at her.
"Hey, Roxie, how's it rollin'?" he asked giving her a wide grin and a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, I think that Fred's about to blow up the house. He's making...something in there." she said, knowing her dad would be interested in whatever he was making.
"Really, is it a potion, some kind of candy?" he dad had settled next to her and was eating some of the bread, giving Roxie all his attention.
"It's a potion. He's using his new potion ingredients, and some other things to make it. There are scorch marks all over floor. If he doesn't mum'll kill 'im if she sees it."
"What is Fred doing?" Roxie's mother came in. Angelina Johnson was standing in the door her balled fists, sitting on her hips. She wore a casual button up shirt, and jeans. Her mother's usual braids were gathered into a ponytail and her usual beautiful face was twisted into an expression of rage and exaspperation.
"Hello, love, you look absolutely gorgeous." her dad knew that in a moment she could turn into a raging temptest, but at this point, Roxie knew it was pointless. Her mother wasn't going to accept flattery.
"George, don't you try to flatter me! Fred! Get down here." she stopped a moment, nothing happened. "Fred Weasley, get down here, right, now, or you'll be at the wrong end of my wand!" There was a shuffling and footsteps coming down the steps.
"Yes, mum?" his voice was innocent and and meek. She wasn't fooled.
"What have you been doing all day? Have you packed?" her voice was fierce and she was watching Fred's face for any indications of a lie.
"I've been doing homework, you know. Just double checking it. I'm almost done with my packing." Roxie kept a straight face, because if Fred got yelled at, she would be asked if she knew anything about his activities all day.
"Really? So you don't mind if I help you?" before Fred could come up with a clever excuse, Angelina went down the hall and her angry exclamation was heard.
"Fred Weasley! What happened to my floors? Have you gone mad?" She reappeared and her face was livid.
"Um, I'm sorry?" Fred tried scratching the back of his head.
"You're sorry? What the have you been doing? Do you think this is a workshop, no! If you need to destroy the house, do it from your father's study, where explosions belong. Up to your room right this instant! Can't believe you!" she ranted and turned on George, her face livid. Her dad's study was more like an open area that had charms that protected the rest of the house, and those present in the room. Her mother had her own study, but it was filled with filing cabinets and a desk. Her mother handled the figures and the money for the shop.
"I did nothing, nor did I know anything." George defended his hands up.
"You! You told him that he should take up inventing and now look! He's ready to blow up the house! What is wrong with the males in this family? Roxie, did you know he was blowing up the house?"she had calmed down and now was interrogating eveyone now.
"No. I thought that he was practicing for potions. The smell made me come down here." she lied smoothly. Her mother eyed her and sighed.
"Nevermind. Not like he'll stop anyhow,", and sure enough, little explosions could be heard and and the smell came back."He'd better make sure that floor gets cleaned up." with that her mum went to the living room and picked up a book, starting to read a muggle book.
"She's great, isn't she?" her dad was looking after Angelina with a goofy smile plastered upon his face.
"Er, yeah. Bye dad." without any reply her dad followed his wife into the room. Roxie went upstairs and stared around her room, as a nervous excitement swallowed her. She was finally going.
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"Roxie! Fred! C'mon, get up! Be ready in two hours." it took Roxie an hour and a half to get ready, so all was left was to wait on her brother, who was taking his sweet time getting ready. But with ten minutes they left they arrived at London and Roxie saw all her cousins bustling and she smiled. It would appear to anyone that they would take over Hogwarts, and Roxie felt that as talented as they were, that could very well be true. Roxie gazed upon the the scarlett Hogwarts express and she wandered what kind of power was that engine packing. She saw her brother converge into a crowd that consisted of Teddy, James and all his friends. That was just as well. She knew her parents wanted him to watch her, but she doubted that she'd need it. She knew that with all the genes of the Weasleys, plus her mother, she was a force to be reckoned with. Paired with ther skills as a Beater, Roxie had full confidence in herself. She watched people board and greeted her cousins and Uncles and Aunts. With a deep and last advice from her parents("Make sure you don't get in trouble!" "Don't be a Slytherin.") she stepped onto the train, with assisstance from Teddy she found a compartment that held very familiar faces indeed.
The pale and freckly faces of Dominique and Molly. They were by far, her favorite cousins. Dominique, who beautiful like her sister, was exuberant, though she could be obnoxious and very prideful.
Molly was intelligent and observant, and she was stern, like a motherly figure, though she was fun.
She smiled at them and they grinned back.
"Well, young pupil, it appears that you have started Hogwarts. Your training will begin." Dominique was using a strange voice, and she was stepeling her fingers, looking very thoughtful indeed. Molly rolled her eyes, and Roxie laughed.
"What House do you want to be in?" Molly asked looking at Roxie.
"Mmm. Well, I could be in any house by the descriptions everyone gave me. Well, the unbiased ones anyhow. I think I'll be in-" the compartment burst open and James, the only cousin that rivaled Fred(well, Teddy gave them enought to look up to)in causing mayhem.
"Roxanne! Hey, we're first years, we need to stick together!" his voice was excited. He was usually rather full of himself and confident, well he was still like that at the moment, but it was easy to hear the nerves in his voice.
"Well, if you want to sit with us, you're welcome to, but if you try to rope me into some prank, I'm sitting somewhere else." she warned her eyes narrowing.
"Well, I guess you don't want my company then. You're no fun, Roxie." James pouted. Roxie rolled her eyes, and patted the seat next to her.
He sat down and greeted Molly and Dominique. Roxie grabbed James right cheek and said in a low voice.
"Aw, don't be like that, bestie. If you're nice, maybe we'll have a sleepover! Do each other's nails, redo the furniture, you can even braid my hair!" Molly was giggling and Dominique was chuckling loudly. James turned to Roxie and said in a high-pitched voice.
"Like, ohmygosh! That, would be like, so amazing! When can we, like, start?" Roxie stared and furrowed her brows.
"I wanted you to act like a girl, not an American girl." she rolled her eyes, but grinned.
"Fred, reckons, he's a better prankster than me. You don't think that, do you?" he asked, looking at everyone.
"Well, as far as I can tell you guys are pretty close in troublemaking as far as I can tell." Dominique said shrugging he shoulders.
"I think so too. I mean, what't the difference in mischief making?" Molly answered.
"Mmm. When I think about it, you come up with ideas and you execute them fairly well. On the other side, Fred makes some pretty awesome inventions that add to the pranking, plus, he's actually good at coming up with alibis." Roxie answered.
"But he always gets caught by Auntie Angelina! How is that making good alibis?" Molly pointed out.
"Mum's never, physically caught him doing anything. She just thinks it's him, plus she just witnesses the aftermath. He doesn't do anything in particular that would make her suspect him before he does anything." Roxie said thoughtfully.
"So, I just have to work on those things and I've got him beat?" James asked, sounding far to excited for something so strange.
"If you want to be more effective, you could try working with him. You could wreak real havok that way." Roxie explained and saw Molly shake her head and Dominique doing the same, a bemused smile on her face.
"That's perfect. We could be an awesome team! Thanks Roxie!" With that her cousin left laughing.
"Why the bloody hell would you tell him something like that? Now McGonagall's gonna retire!" Dominique said laughing.
"Don't jinx it! Maybe she won't retire." Molly pointed out though she chewed her lip uncertanily.
Then Roxie's words caught up with her. She'd created a monster. Her dad would probably laugh, though. Her mother? Not so much. Well, at least this way, she'd know she'd get a nice laugh every now and then.
Traveling across the lake had been one of the most surreal experiences for Roxie. The castle lit up in the dark and the smooth lake. Roxie hoped that for the rest of her life, she would never forget it. The whispers broke out when the doors came into view and Roxie smiled. This would be her home of sorts until Christmas holidays. A pang of homesickness rushed over her, and she nearly cried, but her companions(she had no idea what their names were.)were likely to think she was mad if she did. She took a deep breath.
"It's wonderful." she said breathlessly. Her companions murmured their they finally made it into the the castle a nondescript man came in and addressed them. Roxie knew it was disrepectful, but she paid him no mind and waited for him to collect them. Her parents hadn't told her how she would be sorted. Her mother had said that it would be painless, since she had worried about casting spells. So when the deputy headmaster returned, Roxie was more nervous than she'd ever been in her young life. She fidgeted and ran a nervous hand through her hair. They entered the Great Hall, and all the eyes that fell upon them made Roxie fidget even more. They looked and peered at people and she felt her stomach flip and twist with nerves. It wasn't that she couldn't handle crowds(quite the contrary she could handle herself with crowds)but she wondered if he'd been correct in her opinion of what house she'd be in. She remembered her mother's words.
"Roxie. You'll be fine. If you take after me, you'll be fine wherever the hat puts you, even if it's Slytherin. If you're like your father, well, you'll most likely be Gryffindor. The Weasley's could've invented that house as brave as they are."
"So, if I'm not in Gryffindor, I'm not brave?" her childish ovice and big eyes swimmed as she thought herselfa a coward.
"Of course not! Aunt Mione's brilliant, but she's brave, isn't she? You'll be where you belong love, don't worry."
Roxie took comfort in these words and wished her dad, or her brother were around to give her a joke, so that she could kill these nerves. They began calling names before she knew what was happening.
"Anderson, Lee" became a Hufflepuff right off the bat, and she applauded, though she felt the need to throw up. She tuned out, until a familiar name was called.
"Longbottom, Jeremy." was at the hat for nearly a minute before it declared him a Hufflepuff as well.
Tuning out didn't last forever she distantly heard surnames though, since she didn't want to look like a fool.
"Potter, James." and predictably, whispers broke out across the hall.
"Harry Potter's son!" "He'll be a Gryffindor, no doubt." "Wonder, if he can tell us anything about the war."
Roxie rolled her eyes at this. Even if Uncle Harry had told James anything about the war(other than people died and many people fought)James wouldn't share it. Everyone knew that Uncle Harry would rather forget about the tragedies about the war. The fact that they wanted to know about it, angered her. If they wanted to know so bad, they could aske their parents!
The hat barely debated before making James a Gryffindor. Roxie called and yelled as loudly as possible.
There were twins after James, as there were no `Q' or `R's. Both were named Raveclaw.
So she waited until her turn and recieved grins and winks of encouragement from her relatives and Jeremy, as he was a close family friend. when she heard her name and stepped forward she was surprised to hear whispers. Why would they whisper about her?
"She doesn't look very much like a Weasley does she?" "Rather dark, isn't she?" "Not really. Like caramel." She ignored them. Yes, she and her mom and brother weren't relatively pale, like the others in her family, but, dammit she was a Weasley, and she would give them something to whisper about. She placed the hat upon her head and she heard the voice of the hat.
`Oh, another Weasley. You, lot are very plentiful, aren't you?'
`Yes, we are.'
`You seem very patient. Most are nearly dying to know where they belong. Why is that?'
`Can't you tell?" she teased, managing to laugh in her thoughts.
`Good point. I see where you think you belong. Quited correct, having a look at your mind You seem to already know. I shouldn't disappoint you then.'
` No, you shouldn't. Well call it then, the suspense must be killing everyone.'
`Right, you are. RAVECLAW!' The tables applauded, though she heard the scattered cheers from her family.
"Yeah! Get it, girl!" she was positive that it was Dominique who said that. She took a seat next to a girl who'd given her a polite smile as she debated where to sit.
"Care for potatoes?" and so began her education at Hogwarts.
An: I have no idea why I did this now, but it feelis like a good idea. I picked Roxanne, because, she's become my favorite. I have no intentions of stopping Next Generation, but it doesn't seem like it would affect many people anyhow. So, this is a Lysander/Roxanne fic. I just liked the idea of her being with one of Luna's sons. Though, she hasn't realized that's who he is. I'm not particularly fond of this chapter, but it'll have to do, for now, unless I don't decide to change it. There's one main reason why I'm doing this, though. I'm kinda sick of everytime I'm looking for a story about the next generation in general, it's always about Teddy, Victoire, Rose or Scorpius I just want to see everyone else, no offence to the others. But, I do admit the Roxanne's my favorite. I've also found it weird that she's been paired up with Teddy a lot on this site. I have no idea why, and the pairing makes no sense to me, plus, it just seems like Teddy and Victoire were destined, the way Rowling wrote about it. Anyhow, if you like this story, I'm gonna have to see some reviews, because, I'm not gonna write about it, if no one wants toread it. Also, I apologize for misspellings, this writing program has apparently not heard of spell check. I'll probably use a different one next time. Okay, Au revoir!
