Wow I love all of your reviews! I feel so loved :D Lots of people have asked me if something is going to become of Ginny's comments she made to Harry. The answer is yes, but I can't tell you exactly when it will happen.

Oh yeah! I also just wrote a Harry Potter oneshot, called The Words I Meant To Say, so if you haven't read it, it would mean a lot to me you could check it out! Thanks!

David, Al, and Rosie were all sitting around the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Rosie lay flat on her back, a book magically extended in the air above her. She flipped the page and furrowed her brow as she read it.

David and Al were laying next to her, staring at the ceiling out of boredom. David yawned. "Where is everyone? It's Saturday night, and no one is the common room? That doesn't make sense..."

Rosie sighed and flipped another page. "Everyone else at this school has a life. Victoire is up in the girls' dorm writing a love letter to Teddy. I'm sure a bunch of people are watching Quidditch practice, too. I mean, I heard from Lynn who heard from Alex who heard it from Jenny who told Maria that Lindsey said to Brad that James is really good."

Al laughed. "How in the world can you girls remember things like that?" Rosie laughed. A sudden swish of the portrait hole made all three sit up. Rosie's book slammed shut. James staggered into the common room.

"James! What happened to you? You're supposed to be at Quidditch practice!" Rosie said sternly as the three of them ran to help James into a chair.

"Well, he can't play like this, Rose," David pointed out. James grunted as his friends eased him into the chair.

"Obviously," James told them as he grasped his side. "I was on my way down to the pitch..." James said as he closed his eyes in pain, "when this happened."

"What exactly happened?" Al asked. His voice cracked. He was not good under pressure. And this was definitely something to be worried about.

Rose ran over to the other side of the room and grabbed some extra pillows for James. She propped them between his side and the chair, and put the other two under his arm to lift it up a little. "Thanks," he muttered.

"James, seriously. What happened?" David asked quietly. James stared at him, shook his head, and turned away.

"Fred's Favorites... I like the sound of that." George said again as he walked Hermione and Hugo out of the shop. Hermione looked please, still thankful that George had liked her suggestion. "You truly are a genius, Hermione," George said to her as Hermione and Hugo walked out the door of the shop.

"Well, what can I say? I had a brother in need." She grinned at George and gave him a hug. "See you later, then." George picked Hugo up and gave him a bear hug.

"'Bye, uncle George!" He said happily. "Do I get to be a Favorite sometime?" He asked in a way that was just short of begging. George smiled, ruffled his nephew's hair, and set him down.

"You bet," he winked. George watched as Hermione and Hugo stepped out into the setting sun and began walking down the alley. George turned back into the shop, shut and locked the door, and flipped the sign to closed. He glanced over his shoulder to the front window, where Annabelle's excited grin was posted for all to see.

Earlier, George had told Paul he had the job as his new partner, and made Annabelle the first Fred's Favorite customer. She was so happy, she asked her dad if she was going to be famous now. Paul just smiled and patted her head. George had laughed, and in the bottom of his heart, he wished he had a child to love.

Harry, Ginny, and Lily sat in the living room together on Saturday night. Lily was snuggled under the blanket with Ginny while Harry lay back in the recliner. "Mommy, daddy, tell me what Hogwarts is like," Lily asked sleepily.

Harry chuckled. "Hogwarts is the most magical place, Lily. It's full of interesting old stories and legends." Ginny smiled, suddenly seeing flashbacks from her and Harry's days at the school.

"But what is it like for Albus and James? What will it be like when I get there?" she asked them, bringing the blanket up to her chin.

"Well, I know you will love it," Ginny promised. "But have of the fun is not knowing what to expect." Lily was about to ask another question when a gentle tapping echoed through the living room.

Harry stood up and went to the window, where Beaky, James' owl, was waiting to deliver a scroll of parchment. Harry to the letter and read it over quickly. His face darkened. "Ginny, come here."

Ginny hurried over to Harry and her lips moved wordlessly as she read the letter. She gasped.

Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny-

Something has happened to James. He is alright, but he got beaten up today. He won't tell us who did it or why, but he is in the hospital wing tonight. Nothing serious, just a few bruised ribs and a sprained wrist. We've made him promise to write you in the morning. Hopefully he will tell you more than he told us.

Rose

Eek! I'm sorry, but I really have to go! I wanted this chapter to be a LOT longer, but I really don't have time. I PROMISE you all that the next chapter will be like five times the length of this one.

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