Victoire Weasley

"The Yule Ball?"

"Yes, are you going with anyone?" Victoire Weasley asked her sister. Victoire's family was holding the Christmas dinner this year- the dinner changes from Weasley family to Weasley Family. The two of them were helping their mother make dinner the Muggle way, because their mother thought that "Homemade" was another way of saying "Best made." Now they were stuck making "Muggle Food" for everything.

"Me? I don't think I'm going with anyone."

"Oh, my darlings do not worry about zat. I am sure many will ask my beautiful daughters to ze ball, yes?"

"Mama, it is much more than that," Dominique said, rolling her eyes. Victoire giggled.

"Then let me know vat is going on!" She said, exasperated. This has happened so many times over the years- the two girls had often kept secrets from their mother. It wasn't that they didn't trust her- it was more like they just liked sharing things between the two of them. Now that Victoire and Teddy have broken up, Victoire had noticed that the two girls are getting closer and closer.

"Oh Mama, really, it isn't something you would want to know," Victoire said, giggling along with her sister.

"Are you bothering your mother again?" Victoire's father, Bill Weasley said coming into the kitchen. He gave their mother a kiss on the cheek before helping them with dinner.

"Oh stop it Papa. Now, Dom, did you know Teddy is going to the ball?" She said, leaning into her sister.

As if on cue, Dominique froze up, dropping the potato masher she was using. Their mother cursed in French and with a flick of her wand started doing it herself with magic.

"Really, dear, why don't you just use it all with magic?" Their Papa asked anxiously.

"It is better zis way!" She retorted, starting the on-going argument about Muggle and wizard ways.

"T-Teddy? B-but I'm performing!" She said, standing there in shock. Dom might not mention it often, but her goal in live is to become a favourite singer, although she thinks it's not possible. It's not like she doesn't have a beautiful voice, she just doesn't trust her abilities. Even though her voice is the most beautiful thing Victoire has ever heard.

"Hey, from one girl in love to another," she whispered, "Good luck."

Roxanne Weasley

Roxanne Weasley was not a normal girl- in fact, she was the most un-normal girl at Hogwarts. Even though everyone in her year is only 12, they are always trying to look their best, always caking their faces with make-up, straitening or curling their hair, everything to "Impress the guys." Roxanne did nothing.

Well, it wasn't like she had to do anything. Her skin was blemish free much to her surprise, and her face is rather pretty without any make-up. The only thing Roxanne didn't like was her hair. It was flat and lifeless, long or short. Only at the beginning of the year did she cut her hair short and get long bangs that leaned over to one side. Her friends tell her she looks much cuter this way, but Roxanne doesn't buy it.

Not that it matters. Even if she wore make-up to impress the boys, it wouldn't help her. There was only one boy she wanted to impress…

"Her Roxie, George is here," Fred called from the next room, causing Roxanne to gasp. George was Fred's best friend, much to everyone's amusement. Besides the lack of red hair, George and Roxanne's Dad are almost mirror images. George is like part of the family.

Well, since George lost his family when he was young, he very much is part of the family. Roxanne's mom and dad are like is substitute family, along with Fred as his brother, and Roxanne as his sister. Just a sister. Nothing more. Roxanne sighed at the hopelessness of her situation Just as Fred walked in with George.

"Something wrong, Roxie?" George called. Roxanne blushed at the mention of her name.

"Nothing, George. Just lost in thought."

"Not about boys, I hope," Fred teased. Roxanne blushed harder.

"N-no!" Roxanne said, turning away from the boys and walking into her father's working room. His working room was where he works on new products. Roxanne slammed the door behind her and let out another sigh.

"So it is boy troubles, Roxie?" A familiar voice came from behind her. She leaned her head agents the door.

"Daddy, not now." She turned around to see her father, his working glasses on and a slight smile on his face. His hair was grey at the roots, but the rest was fiery red, like Fred's. Roxanne had taken her mother's hair, but that was it. She had pail skin and freckles, just like every other Weasley.

"Oh, come on. Who is it? Like I don't already know. Don't worry, I approve. Always liked George-"

"Dad!

"Wonderful boy, really. But your too young darling-"

"Dad!"

"My and your mum dated after Hogwarts, you know, although our first kiss was much earlier than that-"

"DAD!" Roxanne yelled, and her father chuckled. Despite his age, he was still a prankster. The whole family was, even her mother. The four of them could never go to bed at night without one prank going on during the day.

"Sweetheart, you really need to relax. I think it's only me and your mother who know," he said knowingly, turning back to his device that was now oozing orange.

"Mum too? Oh Daddy, you don't need to worry about me. It's a hopeless one sided love anyway," She said, dropping onto the sofa.

"You don't even deny it, huh?" Her father asked. Roxanne blew her bangs out of her eyes in response.

"Sweetheart, you'd be surprised how things could change. Just look at Harry and Ginny. Ginny was in love in Harry since first year, the desperate git, and Harry didn't know she existed. Then, right when Ginny was getting over him, he started to fall for her." George began, still fiddling with his creation.

"What happened next?"

"Well, what caught Harry's attention was that she started to act normal around him. Showing off her true personality, you know? That's what made Harry fall in love with her. Not her looks of her reputation, but her heart," he finished. Roxanne stared in disbelief, and her father chuckled.

"Yes, I have a sweet side too. But sweetheart, Ginny didn't wait forever. She moved on. You don't have to move on, but just don't keep on waiting." Roxanne looked at her hands. She knew she would have to eventually.

"Hey Roxie," Her father called, and she looked up. The contraption he made flew across the room in front of her right in between her eyes. Suddenly, a feather popped out, tickling her noise. Roxanne giggled, and her father smiled at her. "You look better with a smile. Don't forget that."

Roxanne smiles at her father, and gave him a big hug. "Thank you daddy," she whispered, before running out to join the two boys.

George Weasley

"Really, your taking my job as mother," George Weasley's wife, Angelina Johnston- now Weasley- said as she came out of her work room attached to his. George laughed.

"Don't be too heartbroken, darling."

"Ha ha, funny," she said in muck laughter, coming to sit on her husband's lap.

"I know, it's why you love me."

"Sometimes I think that's the only reason," Angelina said.

"Why do I even keep you around?" He asked, and his wife smiled.

"Because without me," she whispered, her husband leaning in to hear more, "you would know when your name tag said 'George Weasley' or 'Go Weasel'," she said, laughing and pointing at his name tag, which indeed said 'Go Weasel'. He was going to kill Fred.

"I've got to get back to work," Angelina said, giving him a kiss before going back into her room. George sighed. After losing Fred, George thought that he would never be complete- that he would always want something more. But now, having two kids and a beautiful wife- George wouldn't change his life for the world.

James Potter

"Dad, can I talk to you?" James asked his father. They were in his study, the room where his father keeps all of his work. It was filled with tones of odd objects- an object in the corner was making smoke circles that would turn into objects at random, another was a flowing waterfall that flowed into thin air, and one device was making a bunch of beeping noises.

"Of course son, what's bothering you?"

"Well… I while ago, I got this note," he said, holding out the note that he got a month before, "you got my letter, right?"

"No…" his father said, looking worried. But then his worry turned to amusement.

"Probably a prank-"

"That's not all," James said. He hesitated before speaking again, "I've been getting… headaches. No potion seems to help them."

His father's expression changed into something James couldn't make out- Fear? Worry? Pity? Whatever it was, it wasn't good. His father just started mumbling to himself and making writing down some words on a piece of parchment.

"James," his father said urgently, "When are you getting your headaches?"

"Er- the last one was at the Christmas party at Uncle Ron's-"

"Oh no," he said suddenly, writing down some more words, "James, I have something for you."

He fidgeted around in his drawers quickly. His father finally found what he was looking for, and pulled out a silky looking clock. James looked at it with bewildered eyes. There was no way that was what he thought it was.

"Is that-?"

"Yes, the clock of invisibility. But I have something else for you- something hidden inside it."

His father opened up the clock and reviled a piece of parchment- no, a map of some sort. "This was your grandfathers," he said, handing it to him.

"And my godfathers, and Teddy's father's, and another man's who I rather not speak about. They were names Moony, Wormy, Padfoot, and Prongs."

His father tapped the map and said the words, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The paper opened up and now really did look like a map, a map of Hogwarts. James saw that some of the teacher's names were moving on the map. James looked up to his father in surprise.

"The map will show people in Hogwarts," he continued, "I've don't a spell on this map so that you and your friends- Connor, Julius, Danny and yourself can make it your own. Just find some nick names and write it down in these four places-" he pointed at the places- "and it will stay there."

"Is that ok?" James asked, exited. He should have gotten headaches long ago.

"Oh, trust me," He said, looking out of the window, "You're going to need it."