I do not own Harry Potter, the Wizarding World, or any canon characters.

Note: Well. 6 months of work all here. It's...incredible to look at. I know I said this before but I never imagined the story would be this grand in scale and it was essentially a rewrite of the whole series. I honestly didn't anticipate that but saw that it had to be done. The characters came to life and the setting was so fun I wanted to give it proper consideration.

I literally could not have done it without all of you. Your kind words and your views really kept me going. I never stuck through a project like this and am very glad I finished. The story deserved an end. You all deserved an end. I can only hope you enjoyed the journey from start to finish.

What happens now? Well, I am going to start my spinoff this week and came up with a fun name: Extended Family. I hope to update it once a week with my personal ideas as well as ideas that will be dedicated to readers. I already have 5 chapters completely finished and hope to keep a bank. Will I ever update it more than once a week? Maybe, but at the least, I hope to update once a week as long as I have ideas.

I will also post my next fic this week, one chapter at a time. It is completely done at 5 meaty chapters and hope people like it. It is a Cursebreaker Harry and I was rather satisfied with the small contained story.

I started my next major fic project. I have no idea how long it will be but it certainly won't be like Family. I actually wanted to challenge myself on the next few fics and each chapter will be roughly twice as long as the average Family chapter. So there will be more to read despite being less chapters overall. Well, much less chapters over all.

I will also post my random Reddit responses as well since I can usually do one or two a week depending on what catches my eye.

So my schedule going on will probably be about 2 updates a week with an occasional 3rd. I just don't have it in me to do daily for a long time. I also don't know if I will ever write anything as long as Family or as in depth. Never say never of course but who knows?

I can't stress enough how you all helped me. You all inspired me. Encouraged me to maintain my work, to get better, to not cut things out, to write well. You ensured I maintained my quality for you.

Thank you. Thank you all for everything. You kept me going through dark days and showed me that I really can write something that people can enjoy. I will appreciate it forever. Bless you all.

This bonus chapter is the very original prompt response, the one that started it all. I hope you like it too.

Until my next work. I hope to see you all there.

Thank you for choosing me to be a part of your fanfiction family.

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"Oi George, get over here."

Two identical red-headed twins looked at each other with carefully practiced identical looks of confusion. The one addressed pointed at himself. "You mean? I'm Fred-"

The tall girl with dark skin snorted and grabbed the red-head by the ear, "No you're not, you're George. Now get over here here."

He winced as he was dragged by his ear. "Alright alright gettoff! How'd you guess it was me?"

"Cause you always stare at me bum if you don't think I'm looking." Angelina Johnson snorted. Luckily for George she did not took upset by it.

Fred jumped in to his twin's aide. "Why didn't you call for me to come over? What's wrong with me eh?"

A shorter dark brown girl giggled. "Because when one twin comes, so does the other. Saves us time calling one of you."

Two identical expressions of disgruntlement appeared making the others laugh. Fred tried to school his face into what he hoped was injured dignity. "Ahem, scurrilous observations aside, what do you want Wood? I thought we were done with practice."

Olive Wood, tall and broad shouldered, shrugged. "This isn't my team meeting. It's the girls."

Katie Bell tucked a strand of dirty blonde hair behind an ear. "Your little brother is friends with Harry right?"

The twins nodded.

"Has he mentioned anything about Harry's...home life?"

The twins shook their head.

"Nothing at all?"

"Not that I can think of," George admitted. His normally merry features went serious. "What's all this about?"

Katie looked around, making sure the Quidditch team were the only ones within speaking distance. "I think Harry's had a rough time of things. You've seen how he was during practice."

"What, that he's a cracking good seeker? You forget, we've played with Charlie and he was good. Harry is almost as good. Kinda weird that he is without any past experience." Fred looked thoughtful, as if actively trying to find the point Katie was making.

"Well yes that, but more like how he acts too," Katie said slowly.

"What, he's a bit shy? He's a shy kid." Oliver crossed his arms. "You've seen him in the tower. He's quiet and polite. Nothing wrong with that. Better than how annoying some firsties get."

Alicia shook her head. "He's more than shy. He tries to be overlooked. As if he's afraid of being noticed. He wouldn't look any of us in the eye when we complimented him. Like he doesn't believe it. And when Angelina clapped him on the shoulder..."

George made a show of rubbing his ear. "I mean, that's a normal response. Angelina is stronger than she looks."

She shook a fist at him. "George, be serious here. He shook like a rabbit. For a second I felt awful cause it was like he expected me to hit him, like really hit him."

"You wouldn't do that!" Fred exclaimed.

"Right, I wouldn't. But why would he expect me to do that? Someone he hasn't talked to before practice."

The three boys looked at each other. They were starting to understand and they looked like they wished they didn't.

"Look, maybe we are just being paranoid or something and honestly it's a bit much to assume anything, especially since we don't know him," Katie said softly. "But, you know my mum works with kids right? The things she's mentioned to me, some thing's I've seen when I went to work with her. It's...a little too close."

Silence fell over the six students. All of them looked up at the tower.

"What do we do?" Fred asked. "Tell a teacher?"

"No, we don't know for sure and it'd be hell to pay if we were wrong." Oliver said.

"What if we aren't?" Katie asked, her eyes sad.

Oliver looked at each of his players. "I only said we don't tell a teacher. But we can look after him ourselves. He's a part of the team. We take care of each other."

Later that night, Harry Potter sat in a tiny chair in the far corner of the room. He tried to look as small as possible, trying to ignore some of the looks some of the other students were giving him. He regretted trying out and being accepted on the Quidditch team. So many of the bigger and older boys had made rude comments about it.

He sniffled. He had loved flying and practicing was so much fun. But now he was not sure it was worth it, worth the negative attention. The ways some of them looked at him made him feel sick. Like how Dudley and his friends used to look at him.

"Harry!"

He flinched, looked up with wide eyes. He did not think he did anything worth noticing.

Katie flinched too, at the stark fear in the small boy's face. Now she knew she was not wrong before. The other girls at the table knew too. "You're not in trouble Harry," she said kindly. "Come on over and join us. That corner is too dark to read."

He shivered. He wanted to go over, no one has asked him to join them before. He was too afraid to.

Angelina smiled at him. "Come on Harry, join us. You're on the team now and you have to do what we say okay?"

That sounded like an order to him and he knew what to do with orders. He bobbed his head and walked over. However his fear melted when he saw the tall girl pat the chair beside her. He sat, eyes flicking back and forth.

"What are you working on? Potions?" Alicia asked.

He nodded.

"I remember that essay. First one in first year. Really tricky. Would you like some help?"

Harry hesitated. His face went bright red as he heard someone mutter despairingly behind him.

Angelina literally growled at the person behind Harry. The sound was full of menace, a promise of pain, and the mutter went silent.

Katie patted Harry's hand gently. "Don't mind them. Alicia is really good at Potions. She wants to help. We all do."

For the first time Harry smiled. It was a small smile, hesitant. It still counted as a smile. It only grew when Oliver walked by, patting Harry on the shoulder. A little later Harry noticed the twins on either side of one of the louder upper year boys, dragging him up the stairs to the dormitories. He did not know why but he knew now that he could relax, even just a little bit.