"Bye, everyone!"

"Write me over the holidays!"

"WHERE IS MY TOAD?! TREVOR!"

The Hogwarts students called out to one another as they exited the Hogwarts express, one Harry Flitwick-Washington amongst them. It was finally Christmas Break, and everyone was relieved to have time off from school.

"So, my dear friends, want to attempt to find Eugene and Scarlett in this sea of people?" Harry asked his group of friends, whom were now infamously known around Hogwarts as the Court. The name came from a third year Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory, who used it in passing when he was discussing Harry's almost king-like confidence with his girlfriend, a Ravenclaw in the same year.

The Court included Harry, Hermione, Susan, Tonks, Anthony, and Draco. Everyone in the group was coming over to the Flitwick household for the holidays, except for Tonks, who was staying to finish up a project that Snape had assigned their year.

"Harry, where are they?" Hermione asked anxiously as she scanned the platform for them.

Luckily, they all found them.

Eugene and Scarlet stood in the center of the platform, Holly hanging off of Eugene's arm as she talked excitedly with Clara Lovegood, a Ravenclaw two years above Harry.

"HARRY!" his adoptive sister suddenly squealed, breaking away from Eugene and running to hug her older brother. He chuckled happily as he returned the hug, noting the Weasley matriarch watching him like a hawk out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Hols. How's my favorite sibling?" Harry grinned. "Hope you're not causing mum and dad too much trouble."

Holly smiled, and Harry shuddered as her signature mischievous look appeared on her face.

"Trouble is putting it lightly." Scarlett approached the group, laughing. "This girl's been a pain in the ass ever since she made the middle school mock trial team!"

"You made the team?!" Harry exclaimed, shocked, as Holly glared at her mom indignantly. Not many sixth graders made the mostly seventh and eighth grade team, and if they did make it meant that Coach Reger liked them a lot. "Give my regards to Professor Reger the next time you see him."

"Don't worry, you'll be able to give your regards to the professor in person. He and his family are coming over for dinner the day before christmas eve." Eugene chimed in, and Harry did a little "Happy Dance", glad for the chance to see his favorite professor from middle school again. Hermione and the others laughed, as Clara walked over, her blonde hair bouncing behind her.

"Clara! Hello!" Harry happily said, greeting one of his upperclassmen friends. They hadn't talked in a long time, not since the first time they met when Harry needed help with a potions essay a month or so ago.

"Hey, Harry." grinned the eldest Lovegood sister. "You seem to not have any nargles around you; that's good."

Harry nodded, as if he understood what she was talking about. Which he didn't.

"I must get back to the ministry. Cornelius is coming over for a meeting. Scarlett, will you be alright helping the kids floo back?" Eugene interrupted the conversation, and Scarlett nodded.

"See you back at the house, kids."

"Bye, pa!" chorused Holly and Harry, giggling.

With a crack, Eugene apparated away, and the Weasley matriarch finally saw her window to speak to the Washington Heir. Smugly, she grabbed Ginny, who had been dying to meet Potter, and dragged her over to where the Flitwicks and friends were standing, intent on introducing her to her future husband. Scarlett noticed who was coming over and instantly became guarded, in case Weasley had malicious intent.

"Hello, Scarlett. Lovely to see you again." simpered Molly, trying to get the Lady Flitwick to warm up to her again.

"Hello, Molly," ground out Scarlett, her grip on Harry's shoulder firm as she resisted the urge to punch the living daylights out of her old school rival.

Back when Scarlett and Molly had gone to Hogwarts, their rivalry had been legendary, matching the degree of the feud between James Potter and Severus Snape. Scarlett, a proud Ravenclaw, had hated Molly from the very moment the two stepped on the train. It had gotten worse when Molly insulted her best friend Pandora Lovegood, and only escalated from there. Not to mention the fact that Molly had been stealing from her son's vault. Bitch.

"This is Ginny Weasley, she is starting Hogwarts next year." Molly attempted to break the awkward silence by introducing her daughter, who looked at Harry with star-struck eyes. Harry groaned inwardly. Not another Boy-who-Lived fangirl. He'd had enough of those.

"A pleasure." Scarlett was keeping her statements short, not wishing to carry on a conversation with her least favorite person. (Other than Albus bloody Dumbledore, of course.)

"Maybe they can hang out together over the break? I'm sure Ginny would love that." Molly once again attempted to make conversation, but Scarlett ignored her.

"Come on kids, let's go home before I punch this piece of shite." growled Scarlett, and the kids followed her to where the floo station was located, disappearing one by one as they stepped out of the fireplace.

~Time Skip~

Molly sat in the Headmaster's office, radiating fury as she recounted her "Discussion" with Scarlett. Dumbledore listened, appearing patient, but actually wishing the matriarch would hurry up and be done already.

"What was young Ginevra's reaction to the encounter?" inquired Albus, intent on digging for possible information he could use in the future.

Molly smiled, knowing what the Headmaster was doing. She thought carefully, before responding, "She was deeply awed by the young heir, Albus, and wanted to hang out with him more. Perhaps even pursue a romantic relationship with him." she added as an afterthought

"Well, that's what the betrothal contract is for." Albus smirked as he reminded the witch of their… agreement… all those years ago, not realizing that it had already been broken. "How would you feel about having the great Harry Potter spend all of the summer holidays at the Burrow?"

END OF CHAPTER

Author's Note: SHE'S ALIIIIVE! HELLO FRIENDS!

Hey guys! As you can see, I have returned to the holy place of worship that is FFN, and will return to updating my fics on a more regular basis. Things are going to start to get intense in the WCCM!Verse, and Dumbledore is going to begin his long fall from grace very soon. I would like to give a nod to my AP European History teacher for giving me the idea for Professor Reger, who will be a semi-important secondary character in the story. And yes, mock trial is a real thing. As some of you all know, I am actually trying out for my school's team, so I decided to reference it in here. There actually are three levels of mock trial: college, high school, and middle school, believe it or not.

Anyways, I gotta go; free period is almost over and I need to pack up my things.

Next Chapter: Christmas with the Flitwicks and other shenanigans!