Hey, hey guys. I went to the WB Studio Tour- The Making of Harry Potter in Watford (London) and it was AMAZING! Aaaaaaaaaaagh :) If you're based here in the UK or are planning a trip to London- go. I got to see all the original film sets and props and costumes, and tried butterbeer (which was kinda gross) and we saw people making broomsticks. It was fab. I took nearly 600 photos! Oh, and I'm now also the proud owner of a Chudley Cannons t-shirt because I am actually that cool. Anyway. Just wanted to inform you of my visit and state that because of it, I feel my story will be more accurate in its description of Hogwarts places which I have now seen firsthand. Bg. 97 xx

Little Louis (July 2012)

If there was one thing that Louis Weasley hated, despised, abhorred; it was being the youngest. As he sat on the beach outside his home, chucking stones into the sea, he contemplated this fact for the millionth time. He sighed. It was so unfair; all of his family were getting ready for some exciting party with one of his dad's curse breaker friends, and he had been told that he wasn't allowed to go. Something about being too young for such a high profile event.

"But Mama I'm 8. I'm not a baby; I should be allowed to go."

"No- Louis. We've said that you're too young."

"Mama!" Louis continued to protest. "Dominique is allowed to go and she's only a year older than me."

"J'en ai assez entendu!"

Louis silenced at the sound of his mother using French. "You're going to spend the weekend with your Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione and that's final, Louis."

"Lou, it's time for us to go," Bill's voice pulled him from his stupor.

Within minutes, the small, blonde boy was stood in the fireplace of his Uncle and Aunt's library and his Dad was kissing him goodbye.

"Louis!" his younger cousins yelled with excitement at his arrival. Hugo, 4, and Rose, 6, were both exuberant children who adored all of their older cousins. At least he felt appreciated here.

He played with them for a bit before his Aunt insisted that it was bedtime and took them to go get ready. Ron made Louis a mug of hot chocolate (with cream and marshmallows of course) and they sat down together in front of the TV. Some movie called Star Wars was on.

"Hey, Louis. Are you alright? You've not been your usual self today."

The small boy sighed in frustration. "I just hate it! Being the youngest sucks. You don't get to do the things your older brothers and sisters do and it's not fair. And Mum and Dad just don't get it- I mean, they're both the oldest child."

Ron looked at the small child, contemplating his words before breaking out into laughter.

"What?" Louis pressed. "What's so funny?"

Ron smiled at Louis. "Nothing, well it's just... It's just that you sound exactly like me."

Louis looked up at his uncle, slightly confused. "But Uncle Ron, you're not the youngest, Aunt Ginny is."

"Yeah, but she was the long-awaited daughter that Granny and Grandpa wanted. I was the last of six sons who got in the way of that."

"I don't like it. Whenever I've done something good, chances are that Vickie or Dom has already done it."

Ron patted Louis' shoulder in understanding. "I definitely know that feeling. Your Dad was Head Boy, Uncle Charlie was a Quidditch hero, Uncle Percy was a genius, Fred and George were the master pranksters of Hogwarts. It's a lot to live up to. At least you're only the youngest of 3."

Louis flung his arms around as he tried to explain his point, "Yeah but everyone loves Victoire; she's the nicest person on the planet! Then there's Dom who's already super smart and funny."

Louis looked up at his uncle and waited for a response. "I'm going to let you into a little secret I learnt a while back."

The child moved closer to his uncle on the sofa. "Forget them."

"Huh?"

"Just be yourself and do what you have to do. Don't make any decisions based on your sisters'"

"I'll still be the youngest."

"And that's great! It means you're the most fresh and you have more time to do awesome and incredible things. You're not Victoire or Dominique or your parents. You're Louis Gideon Weasley. Focus on that."

Louis threw his arms around his uncle and hugged him. Ron smiled at the gesture and the fact that his own experiences managed to help someone. This little Louis was big and brave and wonderful, and Ron couldn't wait for his nephew to realise that.

Yes it's short but hopefully it's sweet too! Announcement to make- after deliberation, I decided to go ahead with the James SP story. *Hopefully everyone cheers*. It is called Something New and can be found on my profile page. Hope those of you who choose to read it enjoy it. Oh, also on my author page, I've decided to post a quick fact file (birthday, house etc.) of the next gen Wotters because I know people have been a bit confused by my slight variation of canon. If this is you, go make things clearer for yourself! Bg. 97 xx