"GET UP AMY!"

"Mhhmfff"

"WAKE UP!"

"Go away"

"WERE GUNNA BE LATE!"

"I'm sleeping."

"MUM WANT'S YOU TO GET UP!"

"Leave me al….GET OFF ME YOU GIT!"

This is how mornings usually are in my house. Mum sends Aiden up to wake me, I refuse to get out of bed, followed by Aiden jumping on me like the ass he is, because he knows it will wake me up. Git.

"You're an annoying ASS you know that?" I screeched at him.

" I know." he said with a smirk. "Mum's cooked breakfast". He slipped out my bedroom door, stifling a grin.

"Annoying, little brothers." I muttered to myself as I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I was not a morning person, until I'd had coffee, a muggle drink that I'd acquired a taste for. I was not happy, in fourth year when I started drinking it, that they never had it at Hogwarts, so I made Albus take me down to the kitchens. I asked the house elves if they could put some on the Gryffindor table. I can't live without my coffee in the morning.

I got out of the shower, threw on what I was gunna wear, and headed downstairs. Both of my brothers were sitting at the kitchen table. Aiden was stuffing food into his face so fast, I doubt he was breathing in between mouthfuls. Jack looked up when I entered.

"Good Morning" he grinned. It was well known in our house that I liked mornings just as much as Voldemort loved Harry Potter.

"Shut up" I grumbled. I sat down at the table and mum put a plate with a full English in front of me.

"dishisamurzung" My brother yelled to mum, as food came flying out of his mouth.

"That's disgusting" I grimaced. Jack seemed to find it highly amusing and snickered, "Say it, don't spray it!".

Mum just sighed. "I wish you'd learn some manners" she huffed. "Have you all packed ready for school?"

Me and Jack said "Yes" in unison, but Aiden froze, swallowed his food, before pelting up the stairs while we all laughed at how forgetful he was. Even though I loved both my brothers, I was closer to Jack than I was to Aiden. Although everybody loved Aiden, at home and school, Jack was the one who I could talk most to, when he wasn't busy scaring away half the male population at school, from saying a word to me.

After breakfast, Both me and Jack went upstairs to gather our things, ready to leave. As I was picking up one or two last minute items, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. At first glance, I looked nothing like my brothers. I had inherited blonde hair from my mother, along with a slim body. I also had her facial features and her height. Both my mother and myself stood at a height of 5 foot 5. The only thing that was different between us was our eyes. While hers were a deep blue, mine were grey. If I had to pick one thing about me that I loved, it would be my eyes. Although they were grey, they sparkled when I was happy, were dull and lifeless when I was depressed and had been described by many people as being the window to my soul.

My brothers, however, looked the spiting image of my father. Both had brown eyes, muscular builds, and brown hair. Jack was 6 foot 2, and Aiden was already taller than me at 5 foot 7, even though he was two years younger than me. Aiden was a mini-me of Jack, and he hated when we called him that.

By the time all three of us had packed our trunks, and Jack had Missy (the owl me, Aiden and Jack shared) in her cage. It was half past ten, and we all piled into the family car. I think Mum loved the Golf Polo more than us. Aiden once dropped a crumb in the car once, and was grounded from going out with his mates for a week. Charming really.

We reached King's Cross in 10 minutes, leaving us 20 minutes to get onto the train, before it left when the clock struck eleven. Jack pushed his luggage trolley through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, when a group of giggling school kids walked past. I waited for a commotion slightly down the platform, before doing the same.

The sight of the scarlet steam engine, the smoke from the train and all the students talking to others, having not seen them in months, greeted me. I loved home, and spending time with my family, but Hogwarts was another story. The signs of magic were everywhere, from parents helping their children get their trunks onto the Hogwarts Express, to students performing spells, just because they could. It was a comfort when you'd spent the last 3 months unable to do magic because of stupid underage rules. Jack spent all summer, apparating around the house, and transfiguring objects in front of us, so it would annoy me and Aiden, as he knew it would.

"AMY!"

I wasn't paying attention to anyone, so when a big lump of energy, also known as Holly Winters AKA my BFF, threw themselves at me, we both fell down on the floor.

"Gerroff me you Idiot!" I'm such a lovely person.

"Oh my god. Ames I missed you! I haven't seen you in ages! We've got a lot to catch up on" she rambled.

"I only saw you last week." I looked at her confused.

" But a weeks like a year in my time" she said, looking at me like I'd just stepped on her kitten. I really worry about her sometimes. Not to mention she likes to dress her cat up in dresses and cat sized t-shirts. I think she was dropped on her head as a child. At times, I wonder how we ever became friends.

"Where is Speedy anyway?" That's right. She named her cat after a cartoon mouse. But I refused to yell out Speedy Gonzales across the common room, every time he ran away from Holly. I told you she wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack.

" Right here" she grinned, picking up what looked like a ball of fluff. If cats had facial expressions, I reckon Speedy would have a look of pain and embarrassment on his. He did not look remotely amused, to be stuffed into a pink ballerina dress, designed for cats. Maybe I should tell Hols to keep one eye on him at all times. One day, he's bound to get his revenge.

"There's something seriously wrong with you" I mumbled, walking in the direction of the train.

"Thank you" she said completely seriously, as she ran to catch me up, her trunk in one hand and Speedy in the other.

As we made our way past the first carriage, I spotted Jack, man-hugging his three best mates. We walked past, rolling our eyes at the fan girls gathering around them, giggling, every time one of them would say something remotely witty, or tell a joke.

I mean you couldn't blame them for thinking they were hot. They were all drop dead gorgeous. Well, I didn't think Jack was, but I could tell that to anyone who wasn't his sister, he would be considered that. Like I said, you couldn't blame them for fancying them, but deal with the crush in a normal way, don't stalk them, follow them around everywhere, and just get a life. The world DOESN'T revolve around them.

Fred Weasley was the handsome one. He had black hair and naturally dark skin, that looked like he'd spent all his life living in the sun. He played beater on the quidditch team, and spent his time in school getting detentions, and having a laugh. He always said he didn't care about exams, and that he already knew what he wanted to do with his life. And he was the man whore of the group.

Sean Wood had the boyish good looks. He played Keeper for Gryffindor and his smile made girls swoon. He respected girls and treated them well, at least that's what all the girls who he dated said. He had slightly curly light brown hair, and blue eyes.

James Potter could have any girl in school. And certainly a pick of the majority of woman in the wizarding world. Possibly a few muggles too. That was a fact. Why? Because he was a 'Greek God'. His hair was always messy, but in a way that looked like it had been styled like that. He had dark brown eyes, and a muscular body, from playing quidditch for the majority of his life. He was Chaser and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and was pretty much perfect at everything.

And my brother was also chaser. He'd been friends with the other three since meeting on the Hogwarts express, in first year. It took me a couple of months of sharing a dorm with Holly, for me to warm up to her. She was just plain weird to begin with.

"Lets find seats" I said, after waving goodbye to mum, and clambered onto the train.

"Can we find one away from the end of the carriage, because Speedy might try to escape again" Holly added, squeezing him in her arms really tight, as if he already was trying to run away.

As she hopped onto the train I replied "Can you blame him?"