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A/N: It's rather shorter than most other chapters in this story, but I had a bit of trouble with this one. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Peace at Last

Sean's POV

I'm in my room, lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. But I'm not sulking, no matter what Jake has to say about it. Dad isn't home. He and Aria have disappeared. I don't care though. She can have him. He's not even my real father. I don't care if he'd rather spend time with her than with me

There's a knock on my door.

"Come in," I mutter. The door swings open, and Jake is standing there, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"You. Are. Pathetic," he says bluntly, coming in and standing at the end of my bed. I glance at him.

"I'm not," I protest. He snorts.

"You've been lying on your bed, sulking ever since we got home from Diagon Alley," he says matter-of-factly.

"Have not," I mutter. Jake rolls his eyes.

"What's your problem?" he asks, sitting down at my feet. I sigh and go back to staring at the ceiling. I thought I already explained to him what my problem was.

"Look, Aria's your sister," he starts, and I sigh again, loudly, to show I'm really not interested in what he has to say. "She's your sister," he repeats, "and if you're feeling like your dad isn't spending enough time with you, why don't you just talk to him about it?"

"It's not that simple, Jake," I snap, still not looking at him. I can practically feel him roll his eyes at me.

"It is that simple. How about, instead of sulking because your daddy's 'neglecting you', you go talk to Ron and Aria about it and find a way to solve it," he suggests, standing up. I glance at him. He's already on his way out the door.

"Yeah right," I mutter. "Like they care what I have to say."

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Aria's POV

Dad and I arrive on the front step to the amazing smell of Keira's cooking. We walk into the kitchen and the aroma of dinner hits us, momentarily stopping me in my tracks. I love Keira's cooking.

She looks up as we walk in and smiles. "I was hoping you'd be back for supper. I made your favorite pie," she says. I wonder if she's talking to me or Dad.

"Peach," she adds with a wink. I grin.

"I love peach pie," I announce. Dad smiles at me, and Keira laughs.

"Oh, you are your father's daughter," she chuckles, turning back to the stove with a shake of her head. I smile at that.

"Did you notice we now have a very nice bookshelf and some pictures of Aria in our living room?" Dad asks, joining Keira. She nods.

"I did. I also noticed that Aria's bedroom now resembles a junkyard," she adds.

Dad laughs and I smile. "I'm going upstairs," I tell them, heading toward the steps. They nod and turn back to the stove.

Upstairs, I find my room really does look a bit like a junkyard. I wish I could use magic, because then it would probably take ten seconds to rearrange my room. Maybe I'll just have Dad do it later.

Turning around, I find myself face-to-face with Sean. I glare at him coldly and start around him. He grabs my arm.

"Aria."

I wrench my arm out of his hand. "Get away from me," I snarl.

"Aria," he repeats, searching my face. I give him an impatient look.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I-I shouldn't have said that. I don't hate you."

"I don't believe you," I reply, starting away from him again. He reaches out and puts his hand on my shoulder. I pause.

"I was just mad. Really mad. I've been thinking about it and … Jake's right. You're my sister – my dad is your dad too, and I shouldn't have gotten jealous," he says softly.

I turn around slowly and look up at him – when did he get so tall? His brown eyes are full of sorrow and I can tell he means it. I smile slightly. He smiles a very relieved smile back. Caught up in the moment, I reach for him and wrap my arms around him. He hugs me back after a few seconds, obviously a bit surprised.

"Finally," I hear, and I turn to see Jake watching us from his bedroom. He smiles and comes over to us. I smile at him and open my mouth to say something, but I'm interrupted.

"Kids! Supper's ready!" we hear Keira yell.

"Shall we?" I ask, holding an arm out to each of them. They both grin and slip their arms through mine.

"We shall," they reply simultaneously.

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The next couple of weeks fly by. My birthday was awesome – Eva came over and we had a little party. She couldn't bring her daughter Madison though because she caught the flu, but we still had fun.

Eva, Maddie, and Eva's husband Mike got me a really cute outfit for weekends at school – a pair of dark Muggle jeans with an embroidered bird on the back pocket that resembles a phoenix, a red tank top with a lighter red heart print, and a dark burgundy cropped zipper sweatshirt. I love it – I've already worn it twice.

Jake got me a book on the history of the Ireland Quidditch team, and Sean got me one on the history of the Holyhead Harpies, which made me laugh.

Henry and Abby got me a couple of wizard novels that sound really interesting. Abby told me that her mum actually picked them out, but it was a secret.

Keira got me a brown sweater that will look good with the outfit Eva gave me in place of the sweatshirt.

Dad got me a music jewelry box. It's made of mahogany with pretty intricate designs all over it on the outside, and it's lined with the softest red velvet. It's beautiful. The only things in there are Mum's bracelet and my locket, but I still love it.

Between Dad and Keira, my room now looks much more like me. We got a rug for the floor – it's full of bright colors like yellow and orange and red and bright blues and greens. Keira helped me pick out curtains that match Mum's old bedding as best as can be. We gave the white and blue bedding back to Ginny, who looked a bit disgruntled at having to take it back to tell the truth.

Mum's desk looks beautiful under the window. I hung all the pictures on the walls or set them up on top of the bookshelf. My favorite armchair is in the corner where the other one used to be, which is now in the living room. The old quilt is on the end of my bed.

We celebrated Abby's birthday yesterday since Sean, Jake, and I aren't going to be here for it. She loved the Ireland cloak I ordered for her. It was so cute. She wore it around like a cape all day.

Tomorrow we're leaving for school. I'm a little sad. The summer wasn't great, but I really got to know my family. I finally feel like I belong with these people.

Right now we're out in the back yard together. Dad is once again attempting to teach us to play Quidditch. Sean's being Keeper, and Jake, Dad, and I are being Chasers. Abby and Henry are our cheering section. They're so cute. Keira is sitting with them under the tree in the back yard, watching with a smile.

"Alright, Aria! Throw it!" Dad calls over to me. I direct the broom slowly toward the make-shift goal. I'm still a bit unsteady on a broom. Keeping a tight grip on the handle with my left hand, I raise my right and launch the old beat-up Quaffle at the hoop. Sean reaches for it and misses by inches. It sails through the hoop smoothly.

I cheer and throw my hands in the air, quickly reaching down again to grab the broom handle as my balance slips.

"Yay, Ara!" Henry cheers. I grin. I love how he tries to say my name. It's adorable.

"That was luck," Sean mutters darkly. Jake laughs.

"You're lucky you didn't fall off your broom when you tried to catch that Quaffle," he snickers. Sean scowls.

"You've been at this for hours," Keira calls. "Let's have supper. It's nearly dark."

"It's only eight o'clock!" Jake whines. Sean nods in agreement.

"Down! Now!" Keira barks. Reluctantly, we float down to the ground and put the old brooms away in the broom shed.

"You're a much better flier than your mum ever was," Dad tells me with a laugh as we head inside. I smile at him.

"I'm not very good," I reply. He grins.

"She was much worse," he whispers as though we're sharing a secret. I laugh.

"Let's get supper," I suggest. "I'm starving."

Ron's POV

The next morning, the kids are in a rush to get everything together in time to leave. Jake and Aria are screaming at each other from different floors in the house, having a conversation over some book they'd both misplaced. I'm about to go up there and put a stop to it when Sean yells out that he has both of their books and if they don't shut up, he's going to burn them.

Twenty minutes after we should have left, we're standing in the kitchen, out of breath. We pile into the car and speed off toward London. I only hope we'll get there before the train leaves.

A/N: Will they arrive before the train leaves? Will Aria, Jake, and Sean ever reach their second year of Hogwarts?! Tune in next time for another installment of Adjustments! Next chapter might just be the last chapter. I haven't decided yet if I'm writing one or two more chapters. Anyway, it's short, but I hope you enjoyed!