"Sophia Evelyne Wood!" I heard a voice squeal.
"Rose Nymphadora Weasley," I groaned in reply, throwing a pillow at her. "Why are you here so early?"
"It's not early," she huffed. "It's 1:15, and we are supposed to be at the Potter's at 1:30 for Uncle Harry's birthday party. And I can't believe that I haven't seen you for three weeks and this is how you greet me?"
I peered through my blurry vision at the freckly red-head with light blue eyes and bushy hair. I sat up and tackled her in a hug.
"Better? Okay, get out so I can get dressed and so you can tell me about your trip to France."
"Okay," she laughed, opening my window. She put one leg out, winked, and leapt across to the Potter's roof.
That's right. I lived next to THE Harry Potter. As in, the one who conquered the Dark Lord. It's funny how none of my friends knew that they had famous parents until they opened a history book. I, of course, had always known that my parents were famous. I mean, I saw Olivier and Alicia Wood play in the World Cup whenever it was held. Plus, I got in free to Quidditch matches that my parent's were playing at. Those were basically the only times I got to see my parents. But they always come home for the last two weeks of the summer holidays.
I sighed, glancing at my clock: 1:24. My eyes widened and I jumped out of bed and rushed to my bathroom.
"Shiz," I muttered through a mouthful of toothpaste. I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of muggle skinny jeans and a loose purple tank top with wooden buttons running down the back. As I pulled on the clothes, I went back to the bathroom and quickly ran a brush through my wavy,light brown hair and stuck it in a ponytail.
Slipping on my sandals, I rushed out of my house. My parents were coming home today, but they were meeting me at the Potter's house. "Winky!" I called. "I'm leaving!"
A house-elf wearing a toga hurried out of the room. She used to work at Hogwarts, but she was really unhappy because she wanted a real master. My parents asked if she would work for them because they needed someone to take care of me. She happily obliged and has been helping out with me ever since.
"Does mistress have Harry Potter's birthday gift," she squeaked.
"I forgot," I said smacking a hand to my head as the elf hurried to grab it. "Thanks Winky! I love you."
I ran next door and knocked on the Potter's front door. They had also been in France with Rose because they had gotten invited by the minister of France to give a speech abut saving the world, or something like that. They do these things so often, I forget which one's which.
"Sophia," Al said as he opened the door. My heart sped up a little. Okay, so I had a crush on Albus. It's not illegal. I mean, not only is he completely gorgeous with messy black hair and deep green eyes, but he was also a genuinely sweet person. Most of the time.
"Al," I responded with a laugh, hugging him. "How're you?"
"I'm-" He was cut off by two red heads stomping down the stairs, both running after a fallen camera. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron rushed out at the commotion.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked, pulling her wand out. Lily and Hugo eyed it nervously. "Who wants to explain?"
Lily took a deep breath before launching into her explanation: "We both have embarrassing photos on the camera, and I wanted to delete both of them, but Hugo refuses to give me the camera, and now he deleted the picture of himself, but he won't delete my picture." Her face was now as red as her hair.
"It's good blackmailing material," Hugo said, the picture of innocence. Ginny calmly pointed her wand at the camera and it vanished. Lily smiled and Hugo let out a yelp of frustration. "It's good to see you, Sophia," she called from over her shoulder, heading back into the kitchen.
"You too," I called back, laughing.
"Hey look, it's the world's biggest prat," I heard Albus say. I turned to see James in all of his glory. He looked more like his mom, but had George's personality.
"Oi!" he responded. "I am not. I am the one with enough common sense to avoid that whole drama scene. Plus, I am a Seventh Year, meaning I have more power than you."
Conveniently, at that moment there was a knock at the door. Lily opened it exclaiming, "Uncle George! Aunt Angelina!" Fred, a tan boy with dark red hair, tackled James. They were best friends, dubbed the "New Marauders" by the older teachers. Roxie, a tan girl with curly black hair and the biggest eyes imaginable, was closely behind her brother.
"Hey Roxie," I smiled. "Are you looking forward to your first year at Hogwarts?"
"Nope," she responded, not even looking back at me.
"I think it better be Gryffindor," I muttered under my breath.
"Get the hell OFF ME!" I heard someone screech.
"Well I would," a sarcastic voice replied. "But I'm not ON you!"
I peered into the living room to see the twins, Louis and Dominique, arguing in front of the fireplace. Fleur and Bill stepped out of the fireplace and calmly walked around their younger children, seeming unfazed by their arguing.
"Dom!" Lily squealed, rushing up to her cousin and best friend. I guess when you live in such a big family, it's impossible not to be.
"L-Squared!" Dom responded, her blue eyes bright and her curly, strawberry-blonde flying as she ran to give Lily a hug.
Louis rolled his eyes at his sister's antics, flipped his red hair out of his brown eyes, and went to play Gobstones with Hugo.
I heard Lily shriek, "Zinnie!" rushing past me to greet a girl with curly brown hair and pale skin, Dom and Lily's other best friend. Next, her sister Jessica, a girl with dark brown hair and dark skin, stepped out of the flames (where Fred greeted her rather enthusiastically. No, they were not dating yet, but it's only a matter of time.) Finally, Katie and Lee Jordan stepped out of the flames.
It was getting a bit loud, so I almost didn't notice when there was a knock at the door. Luckily, after a few minutes of persistent knocking, I heard and opened the door. "Mum," I cried joyfully as the familiar arms scooped me up. "Dad! I missed you guys so much! How was Quidditch practice?"
"Great," Mum said. "But exhausting."
"Yeah," Dad continued putting an arm around Mum. "It's not easy to fly to every part of Rome, avoiding muggles, and then playing Quidditch against the Roman leagues."
As I was chatting with my parents, Audrey and Percy Weasley showed up with their daughters Lucy, who was only a year old but who already had a head full of red hair, and Molly, who had her head stuck in a book, her curly red hair covering her face.
Suddenly, Fleur rushed up to the fire place where a heavily pregnant blonde woman was walking out, clutching a blue haired man. His hair quickly turned red as he saw all of the Weasley's. "Teddy! Victorie!" Fleur said, hugging her daughter and her son-in-law before escorting them out of the living room.
I knew the Longbottom's arrived when James shouted, "Alice!" She was his girlfriend and very pretty with her black hair and blue eyes. As they rushed off, Neville came in supporting a pregnant Hannah. Ava, their other daughter, a round faced girl with blonde ringlets, followed in close behind them. Right behind her another blonde came in, but he wasn't part of the Longbottom family.
"Scorpius! Ava!" I called from next to Rose and Albus, who had come to join me when they heard James' shout. I ran to hug Ava before hugging Scorp. I know that it seems like a weird group of friends, but I think we were drawn together because of the news constantly on our tails. At least the reporters did one thing right: they made the best friendships possible.
"How's my favorite cousin?" Scorp asked, hugging me back. We were related through our mom's.
He proceeded to hug everyone before coming to Rose. "Hey Weaselette," he smirked.
"Scorpion," Rose replied coldly.
They shook hands before Scorpius pulled her into a hug, which she gladly returned.
Their relationship was… complicated. To say the least.
"Did you all bring your Hogwarts letter?" Al asked as we headed up the stairs to his room. We all nodded. It had become a tradition for the five of us to open our letters together at Harry's birthday party.
We all walked in to Al's room, which was HUGE. It was in the attic (like mine. In fact, I could jump to his window from mine) and it was painted white, except for one red wall. His bed was in the right corner, his quilt made from his parents' old Quidditch robes, and there were stacks of comics next to it. On the opposite side of the room, there was a red couch and a yellow recliner facing a muggle pellyvision. His ferret, Drac, had a whole wall to himself for his cage.
Ava's counting ripped me from my thoughts. "One, two, three." On the last number we all ripped our envelopes open.
"I got Ravenclaw prefect," Rose squealed.
"Good job, Rose," Ava said hugging her. I watched her as she continued to rift through her envelope. I felt bad for her. I knew that Ava had wanted to be prefect badly.
"I got Gryffindor prefect," Al whooped, pulling out his badge. I snorted. Al was in no way a model wizard and giving him prefect was a decision that I would've never made.
I felt another envelope in mine and I pulled it out to read:
'Dear Ms. Wood:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been made Quidditch captain of the Gryffindor team. Please let the head of your House know when you would like to hold Quidditch tryouts. You will have access to the prefect bathroom, the password is 'piscus'.
We have no doubt that you will do your best to lead your team to victory.
Headmistress Penelope Clearwater'
"What is it?" Scorpius asked, peering at me through concerned eyes.
I stared back solemnly. "They want me to…" I paused to make it seem like I had bad news. "be Quidditch captain! I got Quidditch captain!"
"No way!" Scorp said, grabbing the letter from me. "Now I'm actually going to work if I want to get on."
Albus grabbed the letter from him saying, "James is gonna be pissed. He thought that spot was his for sure!"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence you guys," I said, snatching my letter back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go tell my parents." As I headed down the stairs, I heard Ava and Rose discussing the importance of O. , while Scorpius and Albus were talking about what girls they'd slept with over the summer. They were kind of the school players and you were considered lucky if you got a good song with either one of them.
Don't judge me for liking Albus. Remember I said he was usually a good person, not always a good person.
As I ran in search of my parents, I noticed that the Scamander's had shown up. Luna and Rolf had twin boys, Lorcan and Lysander, who were actually normal and didn't want to discover Nargles. They were also Hugo's best friends. There were many others who had shown up, including the Minister of Magic himself.
I only noticed the minister because he was talking to my parents, as well as Harry and Ron. "Mum, Dad!" I cried breathlessly, waving my letter into the air. "I got Quidditch captain!" My parents swept me up into a hug. "Albus and Rose got prefects," I said, looking at Harry and Ron.
"Bloody hell, I've got to tell 'Mione. That's three in our family," Ron said, pushing through the crowd to find his wife.
"Well that's a first," Harry chuckled, looking to tell Ginny.
"You're going to lead the team to win the championship," Dad boomed. "How long has it been, four years?"
"Five," I replied bitterly. "But only because we had a crap chaser who kept attacking his fellow chasers to get the quaffle because he wanted to show up. Thank merlin he graduated last year."
"You'll be the second best captain Hogwarts has ever seen."
"Third best," Harry called from across the room.
"Do you mean fourth best?" Angelina shouted to us.
They probably would've gone on debating about who the best Quidditch captain was if Ginny hadn't yelled, "Lunch!" right at that moment. There was a stamped of people as they went to get their lunch. Luckily, the plates would magically refill, so I wasn't worried about there not being any food left by the time I got there.
Rose and Al were right in the middle of things, but Ava, Scorp, and I hung back, waiting for the storm to pass. "I could never imagine being in such a huge family," Scorp commented.
"I don't know," I responded, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I think we're already in one."
Authors Note: This is kind of like the prologue where you get a visual of some of the characters. Sorry if it kind of seemed like word vomit. Anywho, keep reading! More drama to come!
Lots of love, kittens!