I do NOT own Harry Potter.
So here is the second chapter. Yes I changed the name a tad bit and fixed up the summary, since I now have a little bit different plan. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, review, fave do whatever!
Note: I made up my own characters for the second generation. Melissa and Diego are George and Angelina's children. Daniel and Brittney are Harry and Ginny's, Beth is Ron and Hermione's, and there will soon be a few more characters introduced.
The True Weasley
Chapter two: Getting Ready
"Really Mum, I can get my own books, I'm a sixth year for God sakes!" Diego protested as Angelina insisted her and George get their books. Melissa handed hers off easily, not really knowing much about them.
"Suck it up, Diego, it's less work for you!" Melissa shot back with a tongue. Diego glared at her as George and Angelina headed off towards the book sections in silence. They still weren't talking often, and it gave Melissa an uneasy feeling.
"Yeah whatever. Let's just go get some candy while they do that." He turned on his heel and walked out of the shop, ignoring a greeting from a girl that waved to him. Apparently a friend. Melissa raised a brow after her brother, and flashed the girl an apologetic smile. Since when did her brother pass up pretty girls?
"What is your problem, she said Hi to you!" Melissa demanded after she jogged up to her brother's side. It took him a minute to respond as they walked along the sidewalks, side-by-side. He wasn't stomping he was walking normally. He just looked…bugged.
She raised her brow higher and stepped in front of him before he could open the door to Honeydukes. "Hmm?" She urged. He let out a long sigh of exasperation.
"That was Jean Finnigan. She's in my year, but she's…annoying. Her voice is so irritating, and she is so clingy! I'm glad she isn't in Ravenclaw like me, but she follows me everywhere. You wouldn't understand…" Despite what he just said, Melissa immediately understood. That one clingy obsessive girl who fantasizes.
"No, I do understand. I know what you mean, but you can't just ignore her, you'll send her the wrong message. Lord knows that she might think you're playing 'Hard to get'. Just say hi to her." Melissa crossed her arms and raised a challenging brow. He raised a brow in response and bit his lip, clearly thinking.
"Normally I would just tell you to shove off, considering you're eleven and you haven't even been to Hogwarts or been sorted, but you might be right." He replied with a hmm of thought. But then he shook his head. "Whatever, can you get out of the way now, or I'll have to…" He reached down and scooped her up into his arms. "Make you." He finished with a smirk.
She screeched with surprise and smacked his shoulder. "Hey!" He chuckled and opened the door, still carrying her.
"Diego, oh and Little Melissa! How nice to see you dears!" The owner known as Lyla Birk practically squealed when she saw them.
"Hi Ms. Birk!" Diego waved back with one arm as he had his other holding Melissa, who was still struggling.
"Put me down you git!" She smacked him again and he set her down on her feet with a wide grin.
"Well, sorry you're as light as a feather!" He mocked. She hit him again in his arm as they walked towards the isles.
He rubbed his arm. "Ow." He simply responded.
"Woah, they do still have Bertie Bott's!" Melissa exclaimed in excitement, her blue eyes straying up to the top shelf where the box of every flavor beans sat, alone, with no companions.
Diego reached up an arm and grabbed it, pulling it off the shelf and handing it to Melissa. "Last one too. Lucky you." He strolled down the isle with Melissa following until his lips curled into a smile, and he obviously found what he was looking for.
"Licorice wands!" He pulled the box off the shelf and put it into his hand along with the chocolate frogs he also had. Then he turned and Melissa followed him out of the shelves and to the cashier.
"You dears' sweet teeth getting bigger?" Ms. Birk teased as she took the boxes and checked them. She slipped them into a bag and Diego handed her the money, just as she handed the bag over to him. Then she placed her hands on the counter and smiled down at Melissa.
"You sure are getting big, Melissa. Aren't you starting Hogwarts this September?" Melissa nodded with a grin of her own.
"I am Ms. Birk, that's why we're down here." She replied. Ms. Birk nodded and reached over to ruffle Melissa's hair.
"Well, you have my luck dear for your sorting and all of your classes. It can be difficult for your first time. But you have your big brother there to protect you, don't you." She laughed her soft, gentle, motherly laugh as she reached over again and patted Diego's cheek. He smiled at her, but anyone could tell that it was fake.
"Yeah, thanks Ms. Birk!" He smiled one last time before fully taking the bag and grabbing Melissa's hand, pulling her out of the shop with him. He reached up his hand and rubbed his cheek with a scowl.
Melissa bit her lip to keep from giggling; Diego's cheek now had a red mark, and his expression was just priceless!
"Can we go back now, Mum is probably wondering where the hell we are!" She distracted him and he nodded in agreement, taking her hand again. She was a bit surprised at how he seemed to walk her like a pet and treat her like she was four, but she also knew if their mother didn't see them together, she would lose it. At least Diego cared for their mother's sanity.
"There you two are, Gosh, how long does it take to buy some candy?" Their mother exclaimed when Diego opened the door to Flourish and Blotts once more. "Oh I hope you two are not eating all of that tonight!" She looked even more baffled when she saw the three boxes in Diego's arms and the one in her daughter's.
Diego smiled innocently and shrugged. "No, we just got some to eat. Besides, it's not like you would let us, Mum." He tried to crack her up, but she wouldn't give in. She still wore her angelic smile and her eyes glittered with warmth, but there was a certain…cheeriness missing to her. She didn't kiss George hello when he came back from work at the shop, she didn't look at him when they talked. Things really were falling apart, and it was definitely bothering Diego. Not as if it wasn't tensing up Melissa a little bit as well.
"We should be heading back now. We have all of your books," Only then did Melissa notice that Angelina was holding a stack of books, and George was holding a completely different one as well. Her mother carefully handed the pile down to her daughter who had a hard time harnessing it. Diego took his with ease, considering he had at least two books less.
"Thanks Mum." Diego was the one to speak first as he kept a book from falling off the edge of his stack.
"Yeah, thanks Mummy." She caught on in seconds, hoping to chime in with some help to get their mother back into her usual spirit. She still was happy and friendly, but she was missing her charm. She seemed preoccupied a lot as of lately.
Hours later, as evening dropped in, Melissa found herself, along with Diego tending to their father's shop as their 'Last fun of the Summer.' He seemed to think they really loved taking and giving back money as people hopped up to the cashier. Not that they didn't find it fun, just non-exciting. It seemed to lose appeal to them as they aged.
People were coming and going with ease, no problems encountered. The business died down as it got later and later, until six-thirty.
Melissa walked around the store, politely smiling and greeting regular customers as Diego worked the cash register, clearly bored, even though he forced a friendly tone to each of his friends and their parents' friends stopped by.
"You must be Melissa! The famous little brat who bothers her brother." Melissa turned in confusion at a boy's snobbish voice. She raised a brow until she spotted the source. A tall, lean boy, looking to be about Diego's age, maybe a tad bit older. His features were sharp, his eyes almond-shaped and a piercing gray-blue color. He had dark black hair slicked to the side, but not in the good-boy, Richie type, more like a rebel, as if ignoring the way his hair actually wanted to lye.
"Excuse me?" Melissa asked, her voice coming out a little softer than she had intended. He smirked.
"Yes, definitely her." One of his buddies sneered.
"You think so, Ken? I don't know, she looks a little too…nice." The main boy responded, his eyes never leaving the shocked, confused Melissa who's feet were apparently bolted to the wood beneath them.
"Who are you?" Melissa forced herself to sound louder than before, not wanting to be pushed around by him.
"Aww, your big brother didn't tell you about me? Well now I'm offended." He held out his hand. "I'm Miguel Goyle of Slytherin. Sixth year this September." Obviously, Melissa didn't shake his hand. She didn't move an inch. She stared at him coldly, her eyes slowly narrowing.
"Frankly, I didn't think I asked what house you were in or what year. I asked who you were, because I want you out of my family's store." She retorted. A scowl replaced his smirk and he stepped forward.
"What did you say you little bitch?" He demanded. Melissa froze. She wasn't sure what to do.
"Hey! Get away from my sister, Goyle!" The next thing Melissa knew, Miguel was backing away from her, and his attention was brought upon someone other than herself. She turned her head slightly and glanced to the side to see Diego storming over, his jaw clenched in anger. He moved over in front of Melissa and his eyebrows furrowed in hostility.
"What do you want, Goyle?" He hissed, his hand pushing Melissa back a few feet. She obeyed breathlessly and backed away, watching from behind her brother.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I offend your little bitchy sister? She need her brother to come to her pathetic rescue? She must be sorted into Hufflepuff this September." Miguel responded, his tone just as hostile and angry.
"What did you just call my sister, you asswhole?" Diego's voice was slowly rising from his low growl to an aggravated demand. His fists clenched and he straightened out, his broad muscles shifting underneath his long sleeve shirt and leather jacket.
"You heard me, Weasley. Or did all this joke crap get to your brain?" Miguel jeered back.
"I think you should leave now, before I'll have to make you." Diego shoved Miguel back with a little too much force and Miguel stumbled against the wheel that held the love potions. A few people glanced over, but decided it was none of their business as they looked back to what they were doing.
"Aww, you gonna have to make me? Well, no need to go that far. You're gonna make me piss myself." Miguel shoved him backwards, pulling himself off of the lip of the wheel.
"Leave!" Diego hissed perfectly ready to shove Miguel again. One thing Melissa knew about her brother, was that it was not a pleasant thing when he was pissed. If you touched one of his nerves, you'd be lucky to get free with all your limbs.
Miguel held up his hands in surrender, obviously not true. "Alright, Alright I'm leaving. Just remember that I'm always open if that little bitch needs some straightening." Miguel leaned over and winked at a dumb-founded Melissa, watching with wide-eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, Goyle, and get the hell out of this store! If I ever hear you harassing my sister again, you'll get more than a shove!" He pushed him one more time before Miguel and his two buddies stumbled out the door, snickering.
That night, Melissa was silent through dinner, the incident from earlier lingering in her thoughts. She had been called every name in the book and quite frankly, it wasn't something she could just forgive in forget.
"Melissa, honey, are you okay?" Angelina asked her daughter with concern as she swallowed a bit of the salad they were all eating. George only glanced in Melissa's direction, apparently not even interjecting in his wife's concerns.
"I'm fine, Mum." She replied, a little bit too quiet to pass her mother's scorching stare. Diego was watching Melissa as well, as he chewed. He swallowed and spoke up when Melissa didn't add on to the 'I'm fine.'
"Um…something happened at the shop today…" He picked at his plate with his fork, his words a mumble. Angelina raised a brow.
"What? Did someone get hurt?" She questioned with her familiar look.
"No…No not like that…Um, Miguel Goyle came in just before we closed up, and he well kind of well he called Melissa few names…and I shoved him…it was nothing…" He finished lamely. Of course their mother didn't miss a second. Melissa's heart skipped a beat at her mother's next words.
"What kind of names? How exactly did you handle it?" Diego fidgeted and set down his fork.
"Names that I shouldn't repeat at the table. And I didn't punch him or anything," He laughed nervously, but was greeted by eerie silence before he continued. "I pushed him when he didn't stop, and told him to leave. Then he did, and that was it." Melissa didn't hesitate to notice that he left out the part about his hurtful words. "If that little bitch ever needs straightening out." She was sure her parents wouldn't exactly be happy to hear the quotes.
"Oh, well, remember if that boy bothers either of you," Angelina placed a gentle hand on Melissa's shoulder, but her gaze was still on Diego. "You come and tell us. We'll discuss it with his parents," She looked to Melissa to Diego to back again. "Got it?" They were silent for a moment, before she repeated herself. "Got it?"
"Yes Mum." Diego mumbled, then pushing his plate away and standing. "I'm not hungry any more." Then without another word, he walked away from the table and up the stairs, leaving Angelina to look back to Melissa. "Do you understand Melissa? If that boy bothers or calls you names again, you come straight to your father or me, okay? Don't try to ignore it. We're here to help." She stroked Melissa's cheek gently and kissed it lightly before standing up alongside her daughter.
"Now off to bed."