A/N: Ever been bored out of your mind in Geometry or another class? Well, I have, thus this, um………interesting story. I don't own Harry Potter, blah, blah. Blah.

I'm Victoire Weasley. I spend a lot of time at Uncle Harry's, looking for something to do. My freaky mum wouldn't let me play Quidditch because it, and I quote, "isn't ladylike." I thought about doing it anyway, just to piss her off, but then decided not to. I would find something else to do. I heard the voices through the open kitchen window, my mum was talking to Aunt Ginny. "Yes, my little seester, Gabrielle is coming up with her husband tomorrow."

Aunt Ginny: "Who's her husband?"

Mum: "You don't 'im."

Aunt Hermione: "So we know him."

Mum: "I just that you didn't, Hermione."

Aunt Ginny: "Which means we know him."

Mum: "Why would you think that?"

Aunt Ginny: Because if we didn't know him, you'd just say something like, 'some man from France', not, 'you don't know him.'"

Aunt Hermione: "There are a few people she'd like to keep secret until she gets here. Ginny?"

Aunt Ginny: "One of my brothers." Mum scoffs. "An old professor of mine." Mum scoffs again. "Greyback." Mum scoffs then tries to cover with a laugh. So fake, she needs to learn how to lie.

Mum: "Greyback?! Ginny, really, you must be joking."

Aunt Hermione: "So it's Greyback?"

Mum, sighing: 'Alright, fine, it is. But you can't tell anyone, she wants it be a surprise."

Uncle George: Shame, since we're all listening."

Mum: "Not the kids." I turned around. Teddy, James, Alice, Fred ( cousin, not uncle) and the others were all standing there. Teddy was two years older than me, and we had been dating for about two and a half months. I'm proud to say that it's going well for my first relationship.

Dad: "Window."

Mum: "What?"

Andromeda: "They're listening at the window." I took the chance and walked into the kitchen, under the pretense of getting something from upstairs. There was a secret room on the second floor of Potter Manor that the Marauders had once occupied, and we, meaning the Next Generation, knew about it. I walked trough the crowd of Weasley and opened the room. Thank Merlin I was seventeen now.

I walked over to the end table where a small, beat-up leather journal sat. I grabbed it and flipped to the first page, making sure I had the right one. Merlin know that the Marauders had made enough "annoy this person" lists to last a lifetime. Yep, the right journal.

I ran down the steps and back outside and motioned my fellow mischief makers to the tree house. "Alright, here's the deal, we all know that Greyback's insane. And apparently, so is Aunt Gabby. We need to welcome him into the family, Next Generation style."

James grinned slowly. Only those of us that were of age, or were soon to be of age were there. That meant me, Teddy, James, Alice Long bottom (James' girlfriend) and Fred. "You don't mean.." He trailed off and grinned wider when I held up the book.

"Yep. We're going to enlist the help of the Marauders. Of course, Aunt Hermione found out that spell that lets you talk to the dead, so we can actually get their help."

Fred nodded enthusiastically. "He won't know what hit him."

I nodded stiffly. "I know Teddy is probably the only one who really understands the other reason for this."

He met my gaze. "This is about our dads, isn't it?"

I snapped my eyes to the small window. "It's ridiculous, the way he thinks that he can just worm into our family after what he did! I won't let him. And he's still wanted by the law. Thirty ways to make him pay. Thirty ways he'll slowly have his sanity stolen by the penguins."

Then a new voice shocked us all. "You sure they haven't already stolen yours?" We all gasped as we turned to find the source of the voice.