A/N: I finally thought of a plot for a second generation story for the Auden/Fred series. I'm really excited about it and it's nice to be writing something related to my other stories. I hope everyone likes it. Leave a review and let me know what you think! :)

I don't own Harry Potter.

"Mummy, I can't find my left shoe! It was one of the new ones we got in Diagon Alley!"

"Did you check under your bed?"

"Yes!"

"Did you check under Finn's bed?"

"No!"

"Well go check, Cameron, and hurry! We're running late as it is! Where's Aerilyn?"

"I'm right here, Mum. I've been waiting by the door, completely ready to go for the past thirty minutes."

I gave my younger sister a smile as I hurried by her on the way to the kitchen. Aerilyn had been sitting on the floor by the front door and my mother had almost tripped over her.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Felicity Weasley and I am one of four children. I am also a triplet. Aerilyn is the youngest child in general, Finn's the oldest triplet, and Cameron's the middle triplet, leaving me with the position of youngest triplet.

I have a large family. Besides my three siblings, I have two parents, four grandparents, seven uncles, six aunts, and fifteen cousins. Family gatherings are a bit overwhelming. My dad often jokes that we need to rent out Hogwarts just to have a place to fit everyone comfortably for Christmas dinner.

Usually, my aunts and uncles take turns holding Christmas dinner every year, while Grandma and Grandpa Weasley invite everyone over for Christmas Eve. This year it's Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's turn for Christmas dinner. Not that any of that is exactly relevant at the moment because Christmas is still a few months away.

Today's date is September 1st. Finn, Cameron and I are starting their third year at Hogwarts and Aerilyn is starting her first year. I can tell that she's excited since she was already packed and ready to go, and had been for half an hour. She's nervous too and I could tell by the way Aerilyn had been twisting her ring around her finger.

The ring had been handed down from mum on Aerilyn's eleventh birthday a little over three months ago.

Anyway, I was running to the kitchen. When I got there, I pushed a chair over to the counter and stood on it to reach the top cabinets.

"What are you doing, Lissie?" I glanced over my shoulder to see mum, looking slightly frazzled.

"I'm getting the peanut butter," I answered calmly.

"Why on earth do you need peanut butter? I'm almost afraid to know." Mum put a hand to her head and closed her eyes.

"Then I won't tell you," I answered cheerfully, grabbing what I needed and hopping down from the chair.

"Am I going to find it smeared all over every doorknob in the house?"

"Oh, no. You won't even be the one to find it. Cameron and Finn will find it. In their socks."

"Oh no they won't." Mum quickly snatched the peanut butter away from me, to my disappointment. "We're leaving in fifteen minutes. I hope you're ready to go."

"Yeah, I just have to put a few things in my trunk and I'll be ready."

"No prank material I hope."

I rolled my eyes. "No, that's Finn and Cameron's job." Leaving her standing in the kitchen, I ran out of the room, bumping into dad just outside the door.

"Slow down, Human Bludger," he chuckled, using the nickname he sometimes used on me. "Is your mother in there?" He gestured to the kitchen door.

"Yeah, she's wondering what she's going to do with me," I smirked. Dad wouldn't have taken the peanut butter away if he had been the one to find me. He was a lot more lenient about pranks then mum was. Not that mum was completely against pranks. She couldn't be; she had married dad after all. She was just more likely to put a stop to them than dad was.

"What did you do?" Dad asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I didn't get a chance to do anything. She caught me before I could execute my plan."

"Which was…?"

"I was going to put peanut butter in Finn and Cameron's socks."

Dad burst into loud laughter. "You'll get them next time." He knelt down to my level and lowered his voice to a whisper. "You remember the trick I taught you when you started Hogwarts, don't you? About how to get into the kitchens?"

I nodded. How could I forget such important information? "Tickle the pear in the painting down in the basement."

"Exactly," he tapped my nose. "The house elves will be more than happy to give you as much peanut butter as you want."

I hugged him, then turned and ran up the stairs.

"What have we here?" she heard him ask. He must have discovered Aerilyn, sitting by the door, hugging her knees to her chest and waiting patiently.

I pushed open my bedroom door. I just recently moved into my very own bedroom. Up until this past summer, I had shared with Aerilyn, which was fine, but I had wanted my own space. So my parents had converted their upstairs office into a bedroom, putting the office furniture in other places around the house. The desk went into their room because "they were the parents," and dad needed a space to work from home. The bookshelf went downstairs in the living room, which already had a bookshelf, but according to mum, a room could never have too many bookshelves.

I bit my lip and double checked the things on my list to bring to school. Books, school supplies, clothes, my school uniform, my wand, pocket money, my Hogsmeade permission form; I had all of it.

After a quick scan of my room, I dumped a small bag of Ton Tongue Toffees into my trunk. Dad had given me some with a wink when I had gone to spend a day at work with him two weeks ago. He had made me promise to not mention it to mum; a promise I had kept faithfully.

"Lissie, have you seen my left shoe?" Cameron barged into my room, hopping on one shoe-clad foot and holding his other one up in the air.

"Didn't mum tell you to check under Finn's bed?"

"Yes, but he says it's not there!"

"Did you actually look or did you rely on what Finn said?"

"I didn't bother to look. Who knows what's growing under there?" Cameron wrinkled his nose.

He had a point. Between the two boys, Cameron was the neater one. He was actually very neat for a boy. I was incredibly neat and organized too, just like mum.

With a sigh, I marched into the room two doors down the hall that the boys shared. Finn was just closing his trunk. Cameron's lay already closed on top of his bed.

"Have you seen a shoe? Cameron's lost one." I pointed at Cameron's bare foot as he hopped into view behind me.

"I already told him I haven't seen it," Finn answered, but his ears were turning red and a smirk was tugging at his lips. I would've known he was lying anyway. We are triplets after all.

I knelt down beside his bed and peered under it. "Is that broccoli?"

"Maybe," Finn answered. I knew he was shrugging even though I couldn't see him. Finn had never liked broccoli, and yet there were a few pieces of it under his bed.

"Why is it under your bed?"

"When mum made it last week, she said I had to finish it before I left the table. I was the only one left sitting there. I was lonely and didn't want my broccoli, so when she wasn't looking, I stuck it in my pocket."

"And it ended up under your bed."

"If I threw it out, she would see it in the garbage."

I sighed. "I'd get rid of it if I were you. Feed it to Dobby or something." Dobby was the owl that the Finn, Cameron and I shared. We had chosen the name after hearing all about the elf when mum and dad had told us "the story" about six years ago.

Aerilyn had gotten her own owl just before school started. She had named him Percy, after our uncle. The logic behind the name was that Uncle Percy was as wise as an owl. I could remember dad laughing his head off when Aerilyn chose the name and mum giving him a look, but trying not to smile.

I desperately wanted an owl of my own, but for now I was stuck sharing with my two brothers. I didn't want to complain too much, though because I had just gotten my own room after all.

A few seconds later, I found Cameron's left shoe and tossed it to him. He caught it and slid it onto his foot.

"Mum and Dad said we're leaving," Aerilyn said, appearing in the doorway. "Dad says he can carry your trunks downstairs to the car if you want."

"We can take ours," Finn and Cameron said at once.

"Lissie? What should I tell dad? Do you want him to carry yours?"

"I can do it," I shrugged. Returning to my room, I closed my trunk and grabbed my broomstick. I'm on the Quidditch team with Finn and Cameron. They're Beaters and I'm a Chaser. This year will be our second year on the team.

With my free hand, I grabbed the trunk's handle and dragged it out to the hallway towards the stairs.

Finn and Cameron were already there. Finn was sitting on top of his trunk while Cameron attempted to push it down the stairs.

"Makeshift sled," Finn said, grinning at me.

"Mum's going to get so mad," I hissed. It was true. Mum definitely wouldn't like this. It was dangerous. That's where she crossed the line.

"Mum won't have to know," Cameron grunted, still struggling to push the trunk.

"She'll know when she hears thumping or when your break your leg."

"I'll be fine. It's just like sledding." Finn shrugged.

Cameron finally managed to move the trunk. With a yell of excitement, Finn threw his fists in the air, his yell sounding bumpy as he bounced on every step.

"My turn!" Cameron declared, getting settled on his own trunk as Finn moved out of the way at the bottom of the stairs. "Lissie, give me a push."

I finally cracked into a smile and shrugged. What the heck, right? It did look fun. I shoved Cameron's trunk down the stairs. At that moment, mum came out of the kitchen. What rotten luck. "Mum, watch out!" I yelled with a grimace, but it was too late. Cameron and his trunk collided with her, knocking her over.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asked, standing up and looking down at his mother.

I charged down the stairs, dragging my trunk behind me. Aerilyn followed, looking scared. We looked down into her mother's face. "Mum?" I asked.

I watched as she pointed a finger at Cameron. Finn peered around the banister, trying to stay out of trouble. "You," she said as Cameron flinched, "are just like your father for doing something like this."

Cameron's face relaxed as Finn and I began to laugh.

"You two," mum sat up and pointed at the two of us, "are just like your father for thinking this is funny."

"Alright, are we ready to—what is going on?" dad asked slowly, coming out of the kitchen. "Aud, why are you on the floor?"

"I'm fine," she waved her hand in front of her face nonchalantly. "I just got barreled over by an amateur Santa. Thankfully I wasn't seriously hurt. You kids do realize how dangerous that was, don't you?"

"Yes, Mum," Finn said.

"I don't want you to do that ever again, understand?"

"We understand," I chorused along with her brothers. Aerilyn gave a small laugh from behind me. She loved seeing us get in trouble. She got into her fair share of trouble as well. She was a Weasley after all. She was just more like mum; level headed and reasonable. She knew where to draw the line. I had more of a sense of that too I suppose, but I can be easily convinced.

"You were sledding down the stairs?" Dad asked.

I looked up at him. He actually looked as if he were wondering why he never thought of such a thing.

"Do not think of trying it," mum scolded, standing up.

"Why would you accuse me of such a thing?" Dad gasped dramatically. "I am a grown man!"

"That's never stopped you before."

"True," he shrugged.

I laughed as mum playfully swatted dad's arm. My parents got along so well. I suppose it came from knowing each other practically since birth and coming eerily close to losing each other during a war.

"I'd like to get a move on," Finn said loudly as dad leaned down to kiss mum.

"Leave them alone, Finny," Aerilyn demanded.

"Don't call me Finny. It's embarrassing."

"You secretly love it," I said, punching his shoulder.

"No, I don't," he argued.

"I believe he does," Cameron said, adjusting his glasses. He had started needing glasses a few years ago, shortly after he began school. He and Finn had been incredibly disappointed because now they were no longer able to trade places during classes. According to dad, Cameron had received Percy's awful eyesight.

Other than the glasses, Finn and Cameron looked exactly the same. The same floppy red hair, bright blue eyes, and freckles. I would have looked exactly like them as well, if I were a boy. I was their triplet after all, except for the minor fact that I was a different gender. I still had the matching red hair (longer of course), freckles, and blue eyes.

Aerilyn, on the other hand, was almost a spitting image of mum with brown hair, hardly any freckles, and brown eyes. My brothers and I had some similarities to our mother. Our smile, nose, eye shape, and jaw, for example.

"I do not!" Finn was whining now.

"You do!" Aerilyn teased. "Finny, Finny, Finny," she began chanting.

"Shut it," Finn growled.

"And the arguments begin," mum sighed. "I knew we wouldn't be able to get through the morning without one."

"Oi, listen up!" Everyone stopped talking at the sound of dad's voice. "We're going to go outside nice and orderly. Then we're going to get into the car nice and orderly. We're going to drive to King's cross nice and orderly. You're going to get on the train nice and orderly. Then you can be as wild and crazy as you wish."

"Fred," mum groaned as we all cheered.

"Let's go," dad declared, marching out of the front door. "I'm excited to show off my new Muggle driving skills."

"I'm going to Hogwarts, I'm going to Hogwarts!" Aerilyn chanted in the car.

"We know," Cameron groaned. "Put a sock in it already."

"Don't talk to your sister like that," dad glanced in the rearview mirror. "Be nice."

"Fine," Cameron huffed. "Aerilyn, please place a cloth foot covering inside of your mouth so that you will not be loud and annoying."

"That's not what I meant," dad grumbled as mum laughed.

Once we reached King's Cross, and dad had parked the car, I jumped out immediately. I hopped from one foot to the other as my parents put our trunks on rolling carts so that we could wheel them.

"Finally," I sighed when they were ready.

"I'm going to Hogwarts," Aerilyn was whispering now. She looked pale.

"Don't be nervous, Air," I said comfortingly. "Air" had always been Aerilyn's nickname, given to her by none other than dad.

"I see Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione!" Finn yelled once we had all disappeared through the barrier. Aerilyn looked as if she were going to fall over from excitement, nerves and wonder.

"Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny too!" I added, pointing.

"Don't go anywhere just yet," mum said. "We'll all walk over together. I don't want you getting lost. It's crowded."

"Mum, you and dad walk so slowly," Cameron complained.

"We do not," Fred argued. "You just walk too fast. Your mum and I like to enjoy the scenery while you just blast through it."

We made our way over to where Uncle Ron, Uncle Harry, Aunt Hermione, and Aunt Ginny were standing, surrounded by their own children, my cousins. James was starting his second year, and Albus and Rose were starting their first year, just like Aerilyn. Hugo and Lily wouldn't start for another two years.

James was the first one to notice us coming closer. He tugged on his father's sleeve and pointed before running up to us. He wanted to show us his new owl.

"Look, her name is Alpine and she's a snowy owl," he said proudly. "My dad's favorite."

"Cool," Aerilyn said. "This is Percy." She held up her own owl. "He's named after Uncle Percy."

"I'm sure he'll be honored," James said seriously. "Let's go find a compartment and put our luggage in it. I want to see if I can find Mark." Mark was Lee Jordan's son. He was in James' year and they were really close friends.

"Okay, let's go," I agreed excitedly.

"We're going to go find a compartment and put our luggage in it," James yelled to our parents. He ran off, followed by me and my brothers. I had always been a fast runner. I could almost outrun Finn. Almost. Now, though, we were being slowed down by our trunks.

"Don't forget to come back so we can embarrass you by kissing you goodbye!" I heard dad yell after us.

Finn stuck his tongue out in dad's direction as we disappeared into the thick steam from the train.

"I know, so embarrassing," I agreed.

We formed an assembly line to get our trunks onto the train, and then found a compartment. Since it wasn't crowded yet, we pretty much had pick of the whole train.

Once we had chosen a compartment, James stopped us from leaving. "I have an idea," he said. His eyes were twinkling mischievously. I knew what that meant. I had seen that look too many times on the faces of my brothers. It most likely even appeared on her my own face from time to time. Maybe even more than that.

"What?" Finn and Cameron asked excitedly.

"Your parents told you 'the story,' didn't they?"

We nodded. "Yeah, years ago," I said. "Why?"

"Well, I've been thinking. Why don't we try to do what our parents did? You know, recreate their adventures."

"So you want us to get Professor Lupin out under a full moon, find a time turner to go back in time, and get some Azkaban dementors to try and steal Sirius' soul again?" I asked. "That would be too much work and trouble. Not to mention dangerous."

"Well we don't have to do it exactly," James shrugged, waving his hand impatiently. "I was thinking more along the lines of simply visiting the tunnel under the Whomping Willow. We can go in order. We start with the trapdoor in the third floor corridor. Then, we go into the Chamber of Secrets, the Whomping Willow, the-,"

I interrupted. "We can't fight a dragon or go through the maze. The maze is gone now anyway."

"I was going to say the lake. We can get our hands on some gillyweed and go for a little swim with the mermaids," James smirked. He plowed on before I could interrupt again. "Then, we go into the Room of Requirement, asking it for a place to practice defending ourselves so we can see the exact meeting place of the DA. Then we can visit Dumbledore's tomb since we can't exactly travel to the cave ourselves. We can even go into the Forbidden Forest and look for Grandpa Weasley's car. And maybe we'll find some unicorns or giant spiders."

"Aragog died," Finn said.

"But his family didn't," James smirked.

"And then what?" I asked. "We can't travel the countryside or break into the Ministry, or get captured by Snatchers. We can't start reenacting an entire battle."

James seemed to be stumped now, but then he snapped his fingers. "Our parents always bring us to Grandma and Grandpa Weasley's house for Christmas Eve, right? Well, we visit the cave where Uncle Fred and Aunt Auden first started doing Potterwatch with Uncle George, Aunt Katie, Lee and Angelina."

"And the tree house," I added. I had always loved going into the tree house every time I visited my grandparents' house. Well, houses actually since both sets of her grandparents lived right next door to each other. It was a huge convenience.

"If you want," James answered, shrugging as if he couldn't care less about the tree house. All he liked to do up there was pretend it was a ship, or a castle, or a cabin in the woods, which was fine most of the time, but sometimes I just liked to sit up there and look at the stars.

"Lissie just likes it because it's where mum and dad got engaged," Finn teased.

"So what?" I answered. It was true. It was also one of the only facts I knew about my parents' relationship. They hadn't told the whole story yet.

"So are you in?" James asked, holding out his hand, palm down.

"We're in," we answered at once, putting our hands on top of James'.