Chapter Two

The New Potters

Yvette Potter tossed her long black hair from her face and turned to Terrence, her kid brother. She almost snorted at the thought. Terry was almost sixteen himself and far from a kid.

Yvette looked around the crowded train station and sniffed disdainfully. She thought of a few choice french words, but curbed herself even as a young woman, perhaps two years older than Yvette herself, rushed past them. With that red hair, Yvette knew this woman had to be a Weasley. Her father had warned her that there was an infestation of them at this school. She wondered, not for the first time why the infamous Harry Potter had such disdain for people he once was friends with.

Terry shrugged off her hand from his shoulder even as Bonnie rushed up. "Yvette, I can handle myself, I should think!"

Yvette rolled her eyes. "Look, Terry, we're the new kids here and it wouldn't be smart to piss off anyone without just cause."

Terry looked around before switching to French to shield their conversation. "Dad wasn't kidding about these red headed freaks."

Yvette resisted a sigh as she ushered her siblings onto the train. Terry had spent most of his life trying to get their father to notice him. Terry himself looked so much like their deceased mother that Yvette really wasn't surprised that her father gave him the least amount of attention. Naturally Terry shaped himself into the man he thought their father wanted him to be.

Yvette tossed her hair from her eyes as she found an empty room.

"Be nice, Terry," She hissed to her brother in her own French. "There aren't that many people who actually want us here and I'm sure at least a few are looking for an excuse to send us home."

Terry grumbled under his breath even as Bonnie pulled out one of their new text books. They had been offered the chance to have French texts, but Yvette declined them, deciding it was best for them to get some real education by actually having to read English constantly.

It was three months since Yvette turned eighteen and their father had disappeared. Yvette was trying her best to keep their broken family together. Uncle Sirius had helped them find a flat in London until they would go to school. He had promised to help Yvette find a job after school if she needed it. All in all, he was being wonderful.

There were still nights Yvette woke up wishing her father hadn't left them. But they were few and far between. As the years passed Harry Potter had grown slowly distant to all of them, even Yvette herself, and she had long been the favorite.

Yvette broke out of her thoughts as Terry stood up.

"Where are you going?" She said, aware suddenly that half the trip was over.

"To get some food. Is that okay with you, mother?" He sneered in French. Terry prefered the language to English.

Yvette set her jaw. She wanted to explode at him, but she stopped herself. Bonnie was watching them with those eyes again and she had no desire to cause her kid sister to cry. Bonnie knew less English than Yvette and Terry but at fourteen she was far from naieve.

She nodded. "Go ahead, Terry. Just don't get killed."

888

Terrence Potter loved his father. It was ever the case that such a love could not go unnoticed by the Gods and so it was that Harry Potter saw the most of his deceased wife in Terry. Terry knew his father would never reciprocate his feelings perfectly, but was it so much to ask for a few small notices? Terry didn't think so.

Terry shoved his hands in his pocket and stalked down the corridor of the train. A pretty Blonde girl with the Weasley freckles was standing in the hall, talking to another pretty girl. The second girl was much younger, perhaps a first year. She had strawberry blonde hair with green eyes and the infamous Weasley freckles.

Terry groaned. There twenty or so Weasleys in the school this year and Terry knew he wouldn't be able to ignore them all.

Terry paused for a moment to admire the two girls. The blonde was taller and about his age, starting to get the curves in the right places. The shorter girl was still girlishly pretty but something about her face told Terry this one would break hearts. Probably more that that if she was a Weasley-Malfoy.

Terry coughed and the two girls looked at him. The blonde seemed to melt slightly, as most girls did when confronted with his good looks. He was like his father in that regard but his mother's eyes prevented him from wearing glasses. He flicked back his unruly black hair and grinned at the girls.

"Mind if I play through?"

The blonde blushed and let him by. The younger wasn't into boys yet apparently and she just folded her arms and scowled at him. Definitely a of the Malfoy branch. He had seen countless pictures of his father and Draco Malfoy. Enough to recognize that scowl.

He stepped by them, muttering a choice phrase in French as he did so.

Strawberry Patch grabbed his arm in a deceptively gentle grip and turned him to face her. Her green eyes bore into him and he almost wimpered before catching himself.

"What did you call me?"

"Sorry?" He tried for innocence.

"Did you just call my family a pack of inbreeding ferrets?"

Terry gaped at her. This rugrat spoke French?

(A/N: There you go! Yeah, it's a cliffie. Bite me.