Hey guys looks lie I finally got around to writing Year 2. I'll try to make this one longer than Year 1 and add a bit more depth and plot that will shape future years. The plan was to make Year 1 about the characters and to develop them somewhat before I thrust them into the fray; and without any further ado I present to you... the fray.

Hugo sat in the kitchen of his parents' house and wolfed down a sausage sandwich smothered in tomato ketchup. The antique grandfather clock that stood in the corner had just chimed eleven and Hugo felt more impatient as each minute went by. Today was the day Hugo was going to visit Bilius at his house in the Highlands of Scotland; Martin and Gary would be there as well so most of the gang would be reunited.

"I can wait patiently until 11:30 it's only half an hour after all?" he told himself.

"Hugo do you have everything packed for the week at your friend's house" his mother's voice called down the stairs to him.

Hugo winced; he'd forgotten to pack his suitcase! Despite looking forward to this trip for nearly a month he'd still left everything to the last minute.

"Uh...just getting started now mum" he called back to her,

"Oh honestly Hugo you're just like your father!"

There it was again the constant comparison between himself and his father. Hugo hurried up to his room and pulled a suitcase out from under his bed before hurrying over to the old mahogany wardrobe coated from head to foot in Gryffindor banners and Chudley Cannons posters; and threw the doors open. Hugo hurriedly shoved a bunch of mismatched clothes into the suitcase including but not limited to a set of Chudley Cannons Quiddich robes, three pairs of blue jeans, the Weasley jumper he got off his grandmother for Christmas and four t-shirts each branding something to do with the Wizarding world on the front.

"Hugo" called his father's voice from downstairs your friend has arrived,

"Bloody Hell" Hugo exclaimed, Bilius was early and Hugo still hadn't finished packing. He quickly dashed around the room shoving random items into an untidy mess that was the contents of his suitcase and rushed downstairs to greet his friend standing in the kitchen looking almost awestruck that he was face to face with Ron Weasley-One third of the Golden Trio. Beside Bilius stood a man who could only be described as Bilius but twenty years older and with a bushy red beard.

"Oi Weasley meet my da" Bilius roared just as Hugo came down the bottom step.

Bilius' father extended his right arm and smiled politely (although it was impossible to tell under his beard);

"Gregor MacCreanor, pleasure to meet ye me boy".

Hugo took his hand and was almost crushed from Gregor's strong grip. Hugo said his final goodbyes to his parents and sister before stepping through the Flo Network and emerging in a cozy sitting room with oak beams supporting the ceiling. The room was very quaint and reminded Hugo strongly of The Burrow. Suddenly a child about 9 or 10 years old came racing down the stairs and attempted to tackle Hugo.

"I've got ye ye wee rascal" the child shrieked but was soon put back in his place by Gregor who told him to help his mother with the supper.

"That's Aenghus my younger brother and a bit of a pain if you ask me" Bilius explained. "Enough of that let me show you my room".

Hugo was led up the staircase to a small hallway with three beech doors and obediently followed Bilius into the middle door. Inside was an average sized bedroom which was made smaller by the presence of two bunk beds at either side of the room, and the walls were plastered from head to foot in Pride of Portree Quiddich posters save for one spot just underneath the window.

Bilius made a little gesture and proudly proclaimed "Welcome to my wee home-MacCreanor Cottage".

Hugo dumped his gear on the bunk below Bilius' and could hardly wait for the week before Hogwarts started up again to officially kick in. It wasn't long before supper was called and the two boys scurried downstairs to be greeted by some of the most heavenly aromas that Hugo had ever smelled; a rich meaty smell came from the dining room and when the door was opened Hugo's jaw practically dropped off his head and rolled away out of the cottage. On the table sat a whole pheasant basted in gravy and stuffed practically to the point of explosion with breadcrumbs and onions. Beside the pheasant were bowls f green vegetables with butter melting all over like a stream trickling through the rocks; a plate of roast potatoes with fluffy insides and a hard shell lay beside the vegetables and a jug of freshly squeezed pumpkin juice was perched at the end of the table. Hugo thought to himself that he couldn't possibly resist himself here. Gregor introduced Hugo formally to Aenghus and Bilius' mother- a muggle woman named Leah. After the herculean feast that was supposed to be a light supper for the MacCreanor clan Hugo felt like he could barely eat another morsel when Leah emerged from the kitchen with a tureen of freshly whipped cream and a large fruit pie that when split open caused a torrent of berries and fruits to spill out,

"Challenge accepted!" Hugo thought to himself as the hungry gleam once again returned to Hugo's eyes.

After supper Hugo helped Bilius with the dishes; the one problem with a feast that big was the need to clean up the vast amount of plates and cutlery it left in its wake.

"How about tomorrow we do a bit of Quiddich practice Weasley?" Bilius asked casually as he wiped down a plate with a flannel cloth.

"Sure why not we get to test out our skills against each other" Hugo boldly retorted.

Bilius sniggered and left the kitchen after finally completing his task " You stand no chance against me I've been practicing all Summer."