A/N: This is going to be an important author's note, so please read it!

First off, thanks again for all the support we've been getting!

Now, we (the two authors of this fic) have been thinking, and we've decided that it's time for the characters to grow up a little. So, in short, we're not going to be writing about the second-gen as babies and toddlers anymore- we're going to begin writing about the characters as older kids.

Along with this, the stories will be a little less fluffy and a little more serious, but don't worry- we'll still put in the humor as we've always done, except now the characters aren't as young. We hope you all will continue to enjoy this fic as storylines become a bit more mature and the characters grow up.

For this chapter:

James-9

Rose, Albus-8

Hugo, Lily-6

Disclaimer: All rights go to J.K Rowling. I own nothing but the plotlines.

Vacay Part 1

"JAMES! AL! LILY! WE'RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!" Ginny yelled up the stairs. The Potter family was going on a vacation with Ron, Hermione, Hugo, and Rose. Ginny and Harry had been ready for a while, but when they first announced (three hours ago) that it was time to leave, Lily had gasped and run up the stairs, shouting behind her that she had forgotten to pack.

And so the rest of the Potter family sat in silence for half an hour, when Albus suddenly jumped up and, muttering something about peanut butter, ran up to his room. And then it was just James, Ginny, and Harry, until James realized he had forgotten something too, leaving just Harry and Ginny.

"Why are we doing this, Ginny?" Harry asked wearily, already tired with this whole affair.

"Because, Harry, this is the first time you've gotten vacation in months and we're going to spend some happy, quality time with our children and we're going to be relaxed during this whole week, understand? LILY! ALBUS! JAMES! COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME WE'RE GOING TO MISS OUR FLIGHT AND IF WE DO I WILL MAKE YOU WISH WE HADN'T!" She ran up the stairs.

Harry shook his head fondly. True, it had been almost a year since Harry had last gotten any vacation time. Ever since the accident with the Enigma, Harry had moved to a desk job, with the occasional (but never dangerous) mission or two.

It had taken some adjustment but he was fine with his job nowadays. And it paid a really good salary. The only problem was he didn't really get much time off anymore.

He glanced at his watch. It was 11:30am. The flight was at 1pm. They were never going to make it.

"GO GO GO GO!" Ginny yelled. The Potter-Weasley clan raced through the airport. They had checked in, gotten through security, and were now desperately trying to find their terminal.

The flight took off in two minutes, their terminal was number 73, and they had just passed terminal 32. Harry was doing his best to keep up, limping slightly behind the rest of the group.

By the time they reached terminal 73, they were all completely out of breath and clutching stitches in their sides.

"Did- we- make it?" Hermione gasped.

"Barely," the attendant said. She scanned their tickets then opened the door for them. "Have a nice flight!" She waved them off with a blinding smile.

Harry looked around. He was sitting by himself at the front of the plane, in between two strangers. He could only see Ginny and Lily, who had luckily gotten two seats together on the other side of the aisle, right next to Harry. James, Albus, Ron, Hermione, Rose, and Hugo were all out of sight. Harry sighed and resigned himself to a long flight.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the plane, Hermione was trying to corral the children and Ronald into their seats.

"Mummy, I want to sit next to you!" Rose wailed.

"Mum, can I sit next to Al and James?" Hugo asked.

"'Mione, are you sure this thing won't crash?"

Hermione snapped. "We all have assigned seats, so put your butts in them before I…." She cut off hastily at a look from the flight attendant. They were blocking the aisle. "Sit!" she hissed. The children and Ronald sighed and took their respective seats.

"Is there a problem here, ma'am?" The flight attendant asked, a polite smile on her face.

"No, thank you, I was just trying to get everyone into their seats," Hermione replied, giving the evil eye to Ron, who was shifting uncomfortably in his middle seat. "It's everyone's first flight, except mine."

"Oh…" a flash of understanding crossed her face. "Of course. If you need anything, please, don't hesitate to call me over." The flight attendant smiled once more, and then left to take care of a crying toddler.

"Ron, you'll be fine. I have to go to my seat now." Hermione sent a sharp look to Ron, a somewhat sheepish grin to the attendant, and then took her own seat.

This was Ron's first time on a plane, and he would have been amazed, if the entire experience wasn't so terrifying.

The engine roared to life, and Ron panicked, especially as the plane was now taxiing down the runway. He nervously looked around, chomping loudly on the piece of gum that Hermione had given him to prevent ear popping.

The engine started revving loudly, and his heart began pounding. Is it supposed to do that? The passengers in his vicinity turned and glared at him, but Ron was looking out the window, too nervous to notice anything else. This giant hunk of metal cannot stay up in the air without magic!

The plane tilted up and shuddered slightly. Ron let out a squeak, and the two men sitting next to him turned to look at him. They were both big and hairy, and quite smelly as well. The smell was certainly not helping Ron, who was already feeling nauseous enough from nerves.

The plane soon began to reach the highest altitudes. Ron began to sweat. We're fine. Don't worry, Ron. You've made sure George doesn't take any of the inheritance.

Soon, the plane leveled out and Ron slowly began to relax. The pressure in his ears dropped, thankfully, and he took a sigh of relief.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Matthew Shindig and I'll be your captain today. We're going to be in the air for about 12 hours, and once we land in LAX, some of you can head over to Terminal 7 for your layover to Honolulu.

"What's a turnover?" Ron hissed to Hermione, who was seated behind him. He turned to face her and promptly elbowed one of the men next to him in the stomach.

"A turnover is a type of food, Ron. A layover is where we stop to get onto our connecting flight to Hawaii. We're stopping in LA," Hermione said reassuringly. "It's nothing to worry about. Harry and I will handle it."

It turns out Harry and Hermione really couldn't handle it, as the next 12 hours were a complete disaster.

First, Lily had gotten airsick and accidentally vomited onto the old woman next to her, who promptly whacked Ginny with her newspaper on accident. Harry had to run to get Lily to the restroom while Ginny and the flight attendant cleaned up the mess.

While Harry and Ginny were helping Lily, James decided it would be a good thing to take off his seat belt and have a "seat belt war" with Albus and Hugo. It didn't go so well and Albus ended up with a bump on his head the size of a plum.

Hermione had to run to the back of the plane where the kids (minus Lily) were all sitting and help Albus calm down. And then Rose screeched, saying she left her book in the airport terminal and they had to turn the airplane back.

Hermione had to search for a flight attendant and find something for Rose to read, or she'd get very grumpy. She'd ended up having to give Rose the flight attendant behavior manual, after which Rose stated, "I want to become a flight attendant!"

Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny brought Lily back to her seat, only to find the food and beverage carts were blocking the aisle on both sides. They were surrounded.

"Let's just push past here," Ginny muttered, trying to squeeze past the carts, because if they didn't get to their seats, they'd be trapped for who knew how long.

Suddenly, the plane jolted, and the flight attendant spilled the entire bottle of grape juice on Ginny's head. The fasten seatbelt sign came on, and Ginny had to return to her seat, her hair sticky and purple.

"I hate everything," she grimaced as the juice dripped everywhere.

"We're going to be hitting some minor patches of rough air, so I would like everyone to return to their seats and fasten their seat-belts. It's nothing to worry about, just a precaution." The captain's voice faded away as another jolt shook the plane. Ron jumped in his seat and accidentally kicked the man on his left.

"Watch it!" the man said, annoyed. .

"Ron! Be careful!" Hermione made it back to her seat, having just finished icing Albus's forehead.

Another bump shook the plane, this time rattling the seats slightly, and Ron screamed.

"HERMIONE! THEY'RE WEIGHING US DOWN! WE'RE GONNA CRASH! AHHHHH!"

"Ron! Quiet!" Hermione whispered desperately. This was not going well at all.

"HERMIONE, I DIDN'T WRITE MY WILL YET!"

The man to the right of Ron groaned. "Will you shut up?" he asked, irritated.

"NO! YOU TWO WILL BE THE REASON THIS PLANE FALLS OUT OF THE SKY! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! HERMIONE, I NEED TO LEAVE!" And with that, Ron unbuckled his seatbelt, jumped out of his seat, and ran to the front of the plane. He was about to open the door when the flight attendants intercepted him.

"Excuse me, sir, but you can't be out of your seat! The pilot has turned on the seatbelt sign. And you also can't open the door, because we're 35,000 feet in the air. And lastly, you will have to be arrested once we land, sir, for being a public menace."

"A public menace? Is that even a thing?" Hermione asked. She had come up behind them while the flight attendant was talking.

"And who are you, ma'am? Will you be trying to open the door, as well?" A flight attendant asked, sneering.

"Aren't you people supposed to be nice?" Hermione muttered. She pulled out her wand discreetly, so no passengers saw, and Obliviated them.

"Never mind, sir, it's your first flight. You're fine, just go back to your seat, please." The flight attendant walked away, a blank expression on her face.

"Yay, I'm not going to be arrested!" Ron said jovially. Hermione rolled her eyes.

They made their way back to their seats, when the man on the right asked, "Is this your husband? I'll switch seats with you. Please. I'm begging."

"Oh, uh, sure," Hermione sat down in the seat of the man, who happily sat down in her vacated seat. Ron took his place next to Hermione, who promptly whacked him with the flight safety pamphlet.

After a very eventful rest of the flight, plus a huge fiasco of a layover, which involved an old woman named Betsy, coconut water, fig bars, a toothbrush, a stuffed koala named Carl, and a unicycle, the Potter and Weasley families finally exited the plane into the Honolulu airport.

"Now, we need to go through customs, then claim our luggage at baggage claim, after which we can grab a taxi and go over to our hotel. Any questions?" Hermione was the de facto leader of this trip, which was just as well, since the other adults were preoccupied with keeping the children from running away screaming. They'd been given too much sugary juice and too many cookies on the flight and the effects were showing.

Of course, customs went terribly.

"Passport, please," the agent asked smoothly.

"Right here, I have them," Hermione handed over a bundle of papers.

The woman looked through the passports and stamped each one. She stopped at Ron's and looked more closely.

"It says here that Ronald Bilius Weasley is on the no-fly-list," she said. "SECURITY!"

Three hours later, the family exited the security office, having finally cleared up that Ron wasn't a danger to the community and that was a misprint on his passport.

"Alright, let's go claim our baggage, before anything else goes wrong," Harry said, very optimistically.

They made their way to baggage claim, where luckily, their luggage was still going around in circles on the conveyor belts, even though it had been three hours since they'd landed.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny grabbed the bags while Hermione held onto James and Hugo firmly so they wouldn't run off and do something crazy.

"We're missing one," Ginny said. "I'm only counting 8 bags, but we checked in 9."

"Whose bag is missing?" Hermione asked, sighing internally.

"Er… Ron's," Harry said apologetically.

Another two hours later, the Weasley-Potter family was sitting in the Lost Baggage Office. Ron had taken Hugo and James to the bathroom.

"Let me finalize your record... You lost a bag, and you flew from London to Big Island, Hawaii. Am I correct?" asked the man who was behind the desk.

"Yes," Hermione confirmed.

"And the airports involved were Heathrow, LAX, and Kona International Airport. Yes?"

"Yes."

"And the airline you flew was...Seaboard Airlines."

"Yes."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. I'll put out a statement, and we'll call you if it turns up."

"Okay, thank you, sir." Hermione got up and walked out of the office.

Ron ran up to her. "What did he say? Do they have it? Where is it? When will I get it? How-"

Hermione cut him off. "Ron, they don't have it. They're looking for it, but there's a good chance that it'll never show up. So until we can find somewhere to buy you some new clothes, you're going to have to work with what you've got." She looked down and wrinkled her nose. "Which isn't much, to be honest. How did I let you leave the house in those pants?"

"Taxi!" Ginny flagged down a yellow vehicle, which slowed in front of them.

"Harry, you take the kids to the hotel, and Ron, Hermione and I will come in the next taxi," Ginny instructed. They loaded their luggage into the trunk of the car (Ron looked sad) and Harry and the kids sped off.

Ginny could see the kids jumping around in the car and climbing all over Harry. She gave Hermione an evil grin. "That's why I made him take all of them," she smirked.

Meanwhile, Ron was attempting to stop a taxi, but everyone ignored him.

"Come on! I need a bloody taxi and you're all empty!" Ron exclaimed.

Ginny stepped out and, before she even waved her hand, a taxi stopped. "Oh, come on!" Ron exclaimed, frustrated. Ginny smirked and him, and they piled in and zoomed away from the airport.

"Wow, Hermione, look at the ocean!" Ginny rolled down the window and observed the sparkling water next to the road. The water was a deep blue.

"We don't get beaches like those back home," Hermione said, looking at the blinding white sand.

Twenty minutes later, their taxi pulled into the driveway of their resort. The immensely tall white building with blue curtains beckoned at them.

"How many floors d'you reckon there are?" Ron asked in awe.

"32," Hermione replied. "Let's get inside. Hopefully Harry's already checked us into our rooms and we can sleep for a while."

As it turned out, Harry did not check them in.

"You WHAT?" Ginny almost yelled.

"They lost our reservation," James chimed in helpfully. Albus and Hugo were bouncing around the lobby, climbing on top of all the chairs and tables, while Rose and Lily were raiding the coffee bar. That wasn't going to end well either.

"How d'you lose a reservation?" Ron asked. They were all very tired and very irritable.

"I'm sorry, sir. There are three rooms opening up this afternoon, as the guests are checking out. I can have them cleaned for you by six o'clock this evening," the receptionist said apologetically.

"Six o'clock? It's only eleven in the morning! We've been on a plane for more hours than I can remember! We're tired!" Ginny said angrily.

"I'm terribly sorry, but there's nothing I can do. Can I offer you a free beverage coupon for while you wait?"

Ten minutes later the entire Potter-Weasley family was sitting outside, sipping from glasses of juice from the restaurant.

"We have a few hours- d'you want to do anything while we wait?" Harry asked the kids.

"I wanna go to the pool!" Rose and Lily cried in unison.

"No, I hate the pool! I want to go to the beach!" Albus and Hugo said together.

"You're dumb!"

"No, you!"

"YOU!"

"YOU!"

A wrestling match between the children ensued.

"I hate Hawaii," Hermione put her face in her hands.

Finally, it was 6 o'clock, and the Weasley-Potter family trudged back into the resort. They were tired, hungry, and about ready to kill the next person with bad news.

"Here are your room keys," the receptionist said. "Again, I'm terribly sorry about the wait. If there's anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable, please, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you," Hermione said warmly. Maybe their vacation would finally start going the way they wanted. They traipsed into the elevators and Harry pushed the button for floor 11.

"Alright, we're in Rooms 1124, 1125, and 1126," he announced.

"Finally, I can sleep in a bed," Ginny groaned, rubbing her neck. The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and the two families stepped into the hallway.

"Okay, rooms 1120-1180 are this way," said Harry, and he lead the group down the hall. They reached room 1124, and the group stopped. "Hermione and Ron, why don't you two take this room, Ginny and I will take room 1126, and the kids can be between us, in room 1125." Everyone nodded, too tired to do anything else. "Okay then, Rose, I'm giving you the key card because I know you won't lose it. You're in charge of the card, okay?"

Rose looked up at Harry reverently. "Okay, Uncle Harry. I promise not to lose it."

"How come she gets to keep the card? I'm oldest! That's not fair!" James whined.

"James, you know you'll lose it. Rose is the only responsible one, and you know it," Harry said. "Now stop whining. We're all too tired for this."

James grumbled, listened to Harry.

"Okay, Rose, do you know how to use the card?" Ginny asked.

"Yep," Rose said, and slid the card into the slot. The little light turned green, the lock whirred, and Rose turned the handle, pushing the door open. But before she could go in, James streaked past her, apparently not over the fact that Harry had given Rose the key.

"Oh, so THAT'S where babies come from," he said, staring at the bed.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Ginny pushed all the kids behind her and charged into the room. Two people were wrapped up in the sheets, and it was quite obvious what they had been up to.

"YOU MONSTERS! YOU TOOK AWAY MY CHILD'S INNOCENCE!" She yelled. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran in to see what was happening, luckily keeping the rest of the kids out of the room to protect their "innocence."

"GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I HIT YOU WITH THIS!" Ginny picked up the TV and held it like a baseball bat.

The couple scampered out of the room, having wrapped themselves in the bed sheets. James made sure all of his siblings and cousins had their eyes covered.

Ginny sat down in the desk chair and took a deep breath. "When can we go back home?" she asked wearily.

"Uh, in a week?" Harry replied.

Everyone groaned. It was going to be a long trip.

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"Vacay Part 2" will be out next week.