I of course own none of this. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOE. Told youI was making you a present

Zoe Potter

Zoe Potter was a well known student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchery. Well she was Harry Potter's only child. She had her mothers firery red hair and her firery temper. It was her eyes that told you that she was her fathers daughter. She hadhis emerald green eyes that would light up at the mention of quiditch.

She, like her father, was the Gryffindor seeker. Her best friend Tiffany Weasley. Who was also her cousin. Zoe, being the daughter of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley Potter, and Tiffany, being the daughter of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger Weasley, spent most of their time together. Being cousins they spent most of the holiday's together. They were in the same house, same year, they were both on the quidditch team (Tiffany was the keeper), and they had the same classes together for 7th year.

People were far more interested in Zoe than Tiffany, leaving her feeling like her father was with Harry. Zoe also had a scar. It looked more like a leaf. Zoe was often asked how she got the mark on the back of her hand. After they had found out that Voldemort had taken her captive when she was young as a last attempt to lure Harry. No one knew why the killing curse hadn't killed her. Afterall know one had killed themselves to save her. But many times people would ask her a questiojn that would step over the bouderies. Like "Can I have your autograph," She would ask why and the person would often answer. "Your grandparents died and you became famous. I wish something like that would happen to me,". Zoe would go off at them with her Weasley temper.

Sometimes they would say things like "Your father is famous.He's done so much in his life." She often didn't even want the attention. Tiffany always helped her through it. She was not as poor as her father was when he was her age.But she was not as well off as Zoe was.

That does not mean that Tiffany didn't have her own amount of fame. Her father was one of the best aurors. He worked along side Harry Potter after all.Tiffany also was known for getting herself into trouble for outbursts. Many times she had gotten a bad grade and out loud in classshe would say,

"Bloody Hell How the hell did that happen. I studied for that test damn it." Many detentions were caused because of her outbursts. She was very popular with the male population of Hogwarts also. Her strawberry blonde hair that was layered and her saphire blue eyes attracted many. Far from her fathers wishes.

Zoe and Tiffany, you would think, had a pretty nice life. That would be where you think wrong.

Without Voldemort being vanquished and their fathers being the main link to his distruction they were constantly watched. They were always watched when they went ot Hogsmeade. They didn't know if it would be an auror oran Ordermember but they were always watched.

In their summer after 6th year they had a very eventful last two weeks...

Here's a sneek peek at the nest chapter...

They rushed into the great to grab a seat just in time. The last people were getting there seats at the Griffindor. Two third years sat beside them they quickly noticed them as there uncles: Fred and George.

"Uncle F-" Zoe started before Tiffany gave her a quick elbow in the ribs. The two red heads turned to face them.

"Hello. Wehaven't ever seen you before," One said.

"Yet you seem odly familiar." The other said. Tiffany thought this would be a great time to pick on her uncles.

"Yes well we don't converse with under-classmen that much," Tiffany said snootily. (I love that word. Snootily. SNOOT. I just recently learned that.) Zoe soon caught on to what she was talking about.

"Yeah, We like to mingle with olderstudent's," Zoe said. Just as she finished McGonagall walked in with the sorting hat and the first years. At the very front the saw a bushy brown haired girl looking up at the ceiling.

"Mum," Tiffany gasped. Soon followed by a dark haired boy and a red-headed boy.

"Dad," They whispered at the same time.

Well are you interested keep reveiwing my friends