A/N sorry need to edit a review of my own story, Hugo is 2 years younger than Lily

"Charms, Potions, Defence against the Dark arts AND Transfiguration homework? It's the first day back!" Lily groaned

"Yeah, but at least Peeves didn't throw ink bombs on top of you!" Lola sighed

Two minutes earlier, Peeves had indeed dropped three ink bombs continuously over Lola Longbottom's head. Filch had punished him severely…

Rona sighed too

"What's up with you?" Lily asked curiously

"I miss Teddy." She shrugged

"Aww Rona!" Lily pulled her friend into a hug

"I've never had a family before."

"Lucky you." Lola murmured

Lily stared at Lola incredoulously

"How insensitive can you be?"

Lola gasped "I-I didn't mean- I just meant- I have 7 siblings. I get absolutely no peace."

"It's still insensitive Lola!"

"It's OK Lily. But in a way, as much as I love Hogwarts, I'd quite like to go back home. I just miss Teddy…and Victoire…EURGH!"

"What?" Lily jumped backwards, Rona had shrieked down Lily's ear

"I'M OLD!"

"Rona, you're twelve!"

Calming slightly, she breathed in, and spat "I'm going to be a great-aunt."

Lola and Lily couldn't help themselves, they burst out laughing

"It's not funny! Great-Aunts are the people who smell of wee and give out sweeties wrapped in fluff! The other kids at the home had them!"

Lola and Lily laughed again, then, realizing the seriousness of the matter, they stopped.

"Rona, you don't really want to go home do you?" Lily asked. She'd come to be best friends with Rona, and if she had to choose, she'd choose Rona over Lola. Lola could be quite dreamy at times, and it got a little annoying occasionally.

Rona sighed

"I don't think so. I'll give it a while anyway. It's not long until Easter." Rona smiled re-assuringly at her two best friends and linked with them as the walked through the portrait hole, muttering "Godric Gryffindor's holy sword."

The common room was full of bright hustle and bustle, with cheers from a crowd surrounding one person, James Potter.

"What's going on?" Lily asked a third year curiously

"I dunno, I got here two minutes ago, and no-one's got a clue."

"Roll up, roll up, queue up ready for the 7 pm show. You'll wish you'd been there if you don't!" James called to the on looking crowd.

"Ah, Lily! Come up here!" James called to his little sister, beckoning her towards the stage. She did as she was told then pulled him over

"James, what in the name of Dumbledore are you doing?!"

"Just rela-,"

"No James I won't relax! What are you trying to get me to do?"

James opened the little briefcase he was holding. Inside it was a thousand items from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"James! You stole-,"

"Don't be stupid!" James hissed "It was my Christmas present from Uncle George. He's letting me get a holiday job in the business!"

"What?"

"Yeah, and he said I could start by selling some of these. Top secret of course, Nan might not be too happy at me following the "George route"."

Lily sighed; it didn't look as if she had much choice.

"Alright, but if we get caught I'll tell mum exactly what's going on."

James winked

"OK, but it's not gonna happen sis. Just make sure Al doesn't turn up, he's the little dobber. Anyone would think he was Uncle Percy's son!"

Lily smiled. "So what time are we starting?" she asked, looking at the massive crowd. The only person in the common room who didn't seem interested was Rosie Weasley. She was sat by the fire with a piece of parchment and a quill, writing occasionally. Lily had an unpleasant feeling she was writing to Aunty Hermione.

"May as well start now." James shrugged. "Here goes nothing…Come on folks, we'll start now if you don't mind."

James reached into the little briefcase and pulled out an orange capsule.

"Now then fellow Gryffindors, this is a Treacle Tricker. There are three side effects possible; each designed to get you out of lessons, with a surprised look on your face." James put the pastille in his mouth, swallowed, and two seconds later his arm was pointing the wrong way

"Bloody hell…" James grimaced "Broken arm. Not the most comfortable of effects, but still fixable. As soon as you're in the corridor-Lily pass the purple flask-Have a quick swig and it's fixed." James did as he'd instructed and his arm was back to normal again. Massaging his elbow, he said "There are ten possibilities, swollen feet, broken arm, broken wrist, broken rib, bleeding knee, swollen neck, tonsillitis, breathing difficulties, throbbing headache and jelly legs."

Reaching back in the briefcase, he added "They're all part of the new Skiving Snackboxes…Ah! This little beauty, designed to turn you invisible for any short period of time you require. They can manage up to six hours. I'll take enough dosage for ten seconds."

James once again pulled out a capsule. He broke off a tiny amount, and popped it into his mouth. Sure enough he disappeared! There were small screams from younger students, including Rona. Lola however just looked amused, as did Scorp, but Rosie looked disgusted.

The evening continued in the same manner, as James showed his companions Growth Gads, Juicy Jacks, Pollen Powder, Hungry Harts and finally Fred Formulae. George had spent years working on something to commemorate his brother. It had to be something fantastic, something that did him justice, and something people would always say "Fred Weasley, he was a genius."

The liquid looked like Firewhisky in colour, and butterbeer in texture. It tasted great, like a mix of Fred's favourite chocolate pudding and George's favourite orange cheesecake. Then the drinker had to think of anything they'd like to change into, concentrating really hard on that thing for five seconds, and for the next 24 hours, or until they drank the antidote, they were that thing. James demonstrated, thinking of a chicken. Five seconds later, he was clucking, and even managed to produce an egg. Lily dropped some antidote into his beak and he was back.

"Scrambled or fried?" he asked cheerfully to the laughing crowd.