Summary: Twins Molly and Lucy Weasley are as close as sisters can be. They are also close to their cousins, Dominique and Roxanne. But Hogwarts changes people. Friends drift, enemies are made, and people grow. What happens when the four girls start Hogwarts, and everything begins to change?

A/N: The beginning of this story starts two years before the Epilogue in the books. I have the children's ages on my profile, but I plan to work it in the story. However, I am trying my best not to introduce too many of the Weasley characters in this chapter… I might have to rewrite this one. I'm not sure yet. I know I hate it when I read a fanfiction where there are too many characters introduced, so I am trying my best not to do it. Sometimes it's hard with the next generation though. But if you have questions about them, I have them in my profile. I also might write a "Ten things about the next Generation" just because I've always wanted to. I never have just because there are hundreds of them on FF . net. However, it will be good to have as a reference. And the more I write this story, the more I want to make one. So although this chapter has gone up, there is a chance I might tweak it a bit if too many characters have been introduced. I'm not too pleased with it, so I might tweak it anyway, but I'll let you know if I do. Oh and Charlie has children in this story (not introduced in this chapter, but will be later), even though in the interviews he doesn't. However, I've always liked Charlie so I'd like for him to have a family as well. The rest of the characters stick to the ones in the family tree and interviews though.

"What about this? Does this look good on me?" Lucy glanced up for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

"Yes," she answered. "It doesn't matter what you wear, you always look pretty Molly."

Probably always prettier than me, she thought to herself as she watched her twin spin in a circle. Molly and Lucy weren't identical, they were fraternal twins. Although despite that, they were very close. Lucy had always felt that Molly was much prettier than she was, though Dominique Weasley would tell her that she was ridiculous.

"You're both very beautiful girls, I'd give anything to have your hair especially," Dominique had once told her, who was very jealous because she didn't have the Weasley red hair that most of the Weasley cousin's had inherited.

Lucy was in fact jealous of Dominique's strawberry blond hair. Instead, she had inherited the Weasley red hair, but it was thick and wavy, not straight the way she wanted it to be. She had gotten the thick hair from her mother. Molly, however had very straight hair, and perfect features. She looked a lot like their mother, who was a very beautiful woman. (Often her Uncle George joked that he was surprised her father had ended up with someone so pretty) Meanwhile, Lucy thought she looked a little more boyish since she had inherited her father's features.

Sometimes she wondered if she should have been a boy instead. Not only because she thought she'd make a better-looking boy, but because she didn't have the same interests as girls. The only person who knew this was Dominique, who was another person she was very close to. In fact at times, she felt as if she were closer to her cousin than her sister.

Her closet was full of beautiful clothes that most girls would want to wear, but she just didn't care for them. She only went along with it because Molly wanted her to. Her twin had always been her voice. Her family would even say now that her sister had done all the talking when they were little girls.

"I know," Molly said interrupting her thoughts. "There are just some things that look better on me than others."

Her sister knew she was a beautiful girl, and liked to boast about it. Their cousin Roxanne didn't help much by telling her that every time she saw her, which was almost every day.

Dominique and Roxanne Weasley were two of their many cousins, but they were all the same age. The four girls had played together at the family dinners for as long as they could remember. The other cousins were either a little older, or were close in their age but they were annoying boys who liked to play pranks. Because of all that, they had grown to be good friends over the years.

Lucy was closer to Dominique than she was to Roxanne though. Roxy had always intimidated her though. Not because of her personality, but because she seemed so sophisticated. She was a beautiful girl with light caramel skin, and thick dark hair. Unlike Molly, she didn't try either. This always aggravated her sister, who would then find something to tease their cousin about so she would feel insecure.

"You know we're only going to Diagon Alley right?" Lucy asked as she got up from her desk and stretched.

She'd been in the middle of writing out what she thought she should take with her to school. It would be hard to part with most of her belongings.

"Yes, but the press might be there," Molly said. "We are a very important family. Everyone knows who we are. You know that sometimes we end up in the paper when we go out in public. Remember last Christmas?"

Lucy rolled her eyes. Of course she remembered last Christmas; no one would ever forget it because her sister always brought it up. They'd gone to Diagon Alley to replace the shoes one of their uncles had bought them, because they'd been too small. The twins happened to be wearing identical Weasley sweaters from their grandmother, when the press had snapped their pictures. They had taken off their cloaks off because it had been too warm in the shop. Molly had been mortified to be caught in her Weasley sweater.

The reporters from the Daily Prophet always got a kick out of taking pictures of the Weasley family.

"Are you two nearly ready yet?"

Lucy looked at her bedroom doorway to find her father frowning at them.

"You know at Hogwarts you won't be able to take your time getting dressed. They'll expect you to be in your classes promptly, no questions asked."

"I've been ready for a while," Lucy answered him, trying her best not to roll her eyes.

Their father was constantly lecturing them about Hogwarts. He expected them to get high grades in all their classes, to do extra credit work, and he was even lecturing them about their OWLs. Lucy didn't understand why he told them what he expected them to do in their fifth year, they hadn't even started school. Yet he wanted them to have twelve OWLs like he had.

Molly stared over at Lucy.

"You are soo not wearing that to Diagon Alley! Sometimes I wonder how we're twins. It's lucky you have me as a sister. I bet you'd walk around in rags if you could."

I bet I would too… Lucy thought to herself, but resigned, she followed her sister who was beckoning for her to follow. It was easier to do what Molly wanted than to argue with her.

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In Diagon Alley, the twins met up with the rest of the family who were also going shopping for school. Molly automatically sought out Roxanne who complimented her, as usual.

"You look gorgeous every time I see you," Roxanne told her while Dominique rolled her eyes.

Roxanne looked as if she should be a magazine, she looked very stylish. Although Lucy never said anything, she thought that her cousin could be a model when she was older. She was wearing the newest fashion for witches robes, and her hair was done up in braids. Molly gave the girl a once over, and automatically envy appeared on her face.

"Don't you know any other hair style Roxy?" She asked.

"My mum likes for me to wear my hair this way," Roxanne answered. "And these clothes… I just want to wear normal ones, but she loves dressing me up. I don't think she realizes that I'm not a little girl anymore. She never bothers with Fred."

The four girls stuck together through out the day as their parents bought their school supplies. Lucy, Dominique and Roxanne were all looking forward to getting their wands. Molly meanwhile was looking forward to getting their uniforms. That was until she realized that they weren't really stylish at all. They were just plain black robes with the Hogwarts crest on them.

"Will I really have to wear the hat, daddy?" Molly asked as she stood in front of a floor to ceiling mirror. "I look silly."

"You are going to school to learn," their father scolded. "It isn't a fashion show. I better not hear about you slacking off."

"I won't," Molly answered. "I'm going to get the highest marks in our year. I just know I will."

"I doubt it," Dominique muttered who had already been fitted for her robes. "I can't really see her studying. She'll be too busy checking to see that her clothes aren't dirty."

Lucy wasn't entirely sure if her cousin liked Molly. Although the four girls played together nearly everyday, Dominique didn't really talk to the girl. When they were younger, the four of them had gone on really well, but as they grew older, it changed. It was usually Roxanne and Molly, and Dominique and Lucy.

"No, she's quite ambitious, and she's read through my daddies old text books," Lucy said, who had also already been fitted. "She seems very determined to be like daddy, but be the… what was it? Oh the Belle of our year."

Dominique laughed. She was easily the prettiest of the four girls, though Molly didn't like to admit it. She had Veela blood in her, so she a lot more beautiful than most girls their age. Her older sister, Victoire who was fifteen was gorgeous. Lucy knew that someday, Dominique would also be. Her cousin didn't care about clothing or dressing up though. She was a sporty girl whose goals were to get good grades, and play on the Quidditch team. She wanted to be a Ravenclaw just like her brother and sister, though Molly was determined that the four of them would be Gryffindor.

"All Weasley's with a few exceptions are always in Gryffindor," Molly had once told Dominique. "Your father was a Gryffindor."

After they were fitted for their robes, they headed for Ollivander's, the wand shop. Though the man who used to run the shop had stopped making wands years ago, it was a shop that was still in the family. The young man who produced the wands was apparently as good as his great grandfather had been. Ollivander checked in on the shop once in a while, but he had retired a few after the Battle of Hogwarts.

"I always find it strange coming in here with Ollivander gone," Uncle Bill commented now. "I hear he still makes some custom ones at home."

"I didn't even know he had any other family members," Aunt Angelina said. "They were non-existent until maybe a year or so after the war."

According to the story, the great grand son who had taken over the shop was the first to have the talent in years. The rest of the family members either had no interest in wandlore, or couldn't make a wand to save their lives. Jervis, however had taken after his grandfather, he was just as good if not better at making wands. He also used more wand combinations.

"I can take the girls in to get their wands if you want to get their books," Uncle Bill said when they were outside of the wand shop. He was busy scanning Diagon Alley which was slowly getting busier as they went on. "It will make the trip faster. Than we can meet at the joke shop."

The older cousins who had come with them hadn't wanted to stay with their parents to shop, so they had taken off right away. They were all supposed to meet them back at Weasley's Wizarding Weasley's, Roxanne's fathers shop.

"That makes sense," the twin's father said before looking at their mother. "If you want to get their parchment and quills, I can get the books. We'll just have those shipped just as we did with the cauldrons so we don't have to carry them around."

"Will we still be able to go to the Quidditch shop?" Dominique asked. "I heard the latest Firebolt is out."

"And I wanted to look at pets," Lucy said. "I want to get an owl for school. Mum, you said we could get one each."

"We'll see," their father said. "At the moment, we're here just for your school supplies. And you two only need one owl. I'll pick one up for you another day. It doesn't make sense to get two more owls when we already have one."

Lucy scowled at the ground. At times she couldn't stand sharing everything with her sister. Either they had to share it, or else everything they owned was the duplicate of the other. She didn't own any clothing that didn't look exactly as her sisters. Her toys and dolls were all the same… even their bedrooms were identical. At times she was glad that they didn't look the same, because she wanted to be an individual. She was tired of being labeled as "the twins" and not just as 'Lucy.'

"And there really isn't any point at looking brooms," Uncle Bill told Dominique. "You are starting your first year. Besides, your mother told me just to pick up what was necessary. You just had a birthday last week."

"Let's go," Roxanne told them impatiently, who was already holding open the door to the wand shop. "I want to get my wand!"

The adults spoke to each other for a few more minutes before the girls entered the shop with Uncle Bill. At first sight, it looked as if no one was in the shop. From floor to ceiling, there were narrow thin boxes stacked. Lucy glanced around the shop in anticipation. She was finally going to have her own wand!

"Welcome, welcome!" A voice said and a man maybe in his mid to late thirties appeared smiling at him.

Lucy had seen what Mr. Ollivander, the old wand shop owner looked like. She always thought he appeared to be creepy looking. However, Jervis was a very handsome man with dark hair, and blue eyes. For some reason when he grinned at her, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't the only one though. The other three girls were also staring at him with dazed looks on their faces.

"Another crop of first years," he said with a smile. "And you must be Weasley's, are you?"

He glanced at Dominique who blushed, which was very out of character for her.

"Why, I've seen you here before, haven't I? Your older brother and sister have been here to get wands. Victoire and Louis, I believe?"

Dominique nodded without answering. When he turned away, she whispered to Lucy.

"I don't remember him being that good-looking before…"

There was a small scuffle of over who was going to go first to get their wand. Uncle Bill solved that problem right away, and Dominique ended up going first, followed by Molly, than Roxanne and finally Lucy. They were all disappointed when they found out that the measuring tape did the measuring itself.

"All right, let's see…" Jervis said to Lucy when the measuring tape was finished. "I believe I have the perfect wand for you. A willow wand containing a phoenix feather, seven inches."

He handed her a wand, which she gave a wave. She didn't feel disappointed when nothing happened. The other three girls hadn't found their right wand on their first try either. Also, according to her father, wands went with the Celtic Tree Calendar. That meant she would have a wand made from Oak, the same as Molly had. The twins had been born June sixteenth. Her sister's wand core was strand of unicorn tail. Lucy wondered if hers would be the same.

"Hers will probably be an oak one," Molly suddenly spoke up. So apparently her sister had remembered what their father had said as well. "We're twins!"

"Twins are you?" Jervis asked, and he scanned their faces. "Fraternal twins? Hmm, twins seem to run in your family from what I hear," he looked at Lucy again. "And I believe I have the perfect Oak wand for you after all. This wand is one of my newest experiments, you see. While my grandfather favoured the usual wands cores… I've been trying out new ones. This wand-" and he pulled down a box from the shelf nearest to them "is an oak wand containing one hair from the Mane of a Kelpie. Excellent for most spell work, and it's eight and half inches long."

He handed the wand over to Lucy who took it with a shaky hand. Normally she didn't like boys, so she didn't understand why such an exceptionally handsome man could do this to her. He was much too old for her after all. She sighed and gave the wand a wave. Automatically, sparks erupted from her wand and there was warmth that went up her arm.

"Well, there we go Miss Weasley," Jervis said and he dropped his voice to a whisper. "That there is a special wand for someone special. I think you'll find yourself and you will do great things. My grandfather always said the wand chose the wizard, and it's true. I think there is a reason why that particular wand chose you. I'm sure you'll make your family proud someday."

Lucy knew she had a silly grin on her face as she stared back at Jervis, but she couldn't help it.

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