Elation Hermione Granger

by Truly H Blue

"love is a difficult grasp of subjective perception." "who told you that?" "the person that showed me how difficult love was to grasp." - Books 1-7, Extreme Slowburn, Canon Compliant, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Available on Ao3 and Wattpad.

2. Cat Compliments

The time had come to leave the burrow for King's Cross Station.

Ivy had to beg Mrs Weasley for Ginny to tag along on their pilgrimage, confessing that it wouldn't feel ideal if the younger girl wasn't there to wish her goodbye. Thereupon only a short time persuading her, Molly eventually authorized her daughter to join them. Wyatt and Ivy had only been at the Burrow for a week thus they enjoyed it nevertheless.

Fred, George and Wyatt expended most of their time coming up with hoaxes and scandals for their third year at Hogwarts. Sometimes, they would interrogate the others, asking if they had any rivals, ensuring that those of them would be their 'test subjects.'

Ron and Ivy fraternized for hours on end, playing Wizard's Chess and swimming in the pond with everyone else. The summer days were flawless for swimming and the youngsters would spend most of their afternoons splashing around amongst themselves. By the first of September, 1991, all eight stood outside of the depot, excluding Auther; trunks and pets in hand. Ginny and Ivy were confiding excitedly while they wheeled their trolleys across the prominent platform.

They meandered behind Ron, who looked as if he was either about to puke or blackout. "Do write to me, will you? You've been so lovely this week and I can't bear to wait all term to hear from you next."

Ivy felt her heart protrude at the notion of reciting everything to Ginny and her father, Remus. "Of course, Gin. Oh, I'm going to miss you so much." Ginny had been such a wonderful friend to Ivy and it wouldn't be a problem to write to her. They both had ensnared Ron, who was gaily ambling lazily against his trolley. Though he looked a bit peaky, he seemed pretty relaxed at this stage. Ivy marvelled at how he pulled it off.

"You ready, Ron? I can't believe we'll be on the train soon enough." Ron looked up from his dazed expression and gave a toothy grin. "Yeah! Hopefully, we will be able to stick together and find a good compartment."

Ivy buzzed in alliance and felt Ginny latched onto her arm. "I'm going to stay with mum, OK?" Before Ivy could process, Ginny skimmed onward to walk alongside her mother, who was shouting orders to her children, as well as the Lupin siblings.

"It's the same every year, packed with muggles. Come on!" Molly rushed forward with Ginny at her hip. "Platform nine and three quarters this way!" Ron huffed in annoyance and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Dunno where else it would be." He muttered sarcastically, making Ivy billow into laughter.

"It would be funny if the barrier closed, might hurt though. Falling over, I mean." It was Ron's turn to recede his laughter as he followed his siblings optimistically.

Fred tugged at Ron's sleeve, eavesdropping on their discussion. "Wouldn't say that to her face, now would we?" Ivy saw Ron physically gulp before jerking Fred's hand off of him. "Well, she didn't. Did she?"

Before Fred could retaliate, Molly's voice clamoured in a hurry. "Alright Percy, you first." Percy instantly trodded into a slight jog, running straight into the wall between platforms nine and ten.

"Fred, you next." Ivy watched as George scoffed in disbelief. "He's not Fred, I am!" "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother."

Both Wyatt and Ivy rasped as Molly apologised. Just before 'George' set foot into the barrier, he proclaimed mischievously. "Only joking, I am Fred."

Fred fled quickly before Molly could chastise him. George and Wyatt followed suit, also wanting to avoid a lecture. "Bloody brilliant, they are." Ron chuckled. "Rightfully stupid, too."

"Excuse me!" A raven-haired boy paced over to Molly, who gave him a look of astonishment. The boy had messy raven hair with stubby black glasses. His white owl cheeped happily at the sight of Amy, who had been licking her paw proudly. "C-could you tell me... how to..."

He prodded towards the barrier, looking absolutely bewildered. Molly gave him a warm smile. "How to get onto the platform? Not to worry, dear. It's Ivy and Ron's first time, as well."

The timid boy smiled slightly as Ivy gave him a wholehearted grin, hoping he would feel more accepted. "All you do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten." Ron nodded eagerly towards the troubled boy. "Best to run if you're a bit nervous."

Both Molly and Ginny grinned while he readied himself. "Good luck."

The pale boy accelerated across the platform and vanished promptly. "Go on, you two. Ron, go first, my boy." Ron beamed and made no reluctance to run quickly and efficiently, faster than the others.

Ivy knew it was her turn next so she made sure to thank Mrs Weasley for letting her stay. It was delightful - Ivy had never felt so endorsed by anyone other than Remus and Wyatt.

After honouring the woman graciously, Ivy was swarmed into a wrenching hug by Ginny, who had tears pricking her eyes. "I promise to write to you as soon as I get there, alright? I'll miss you, Gin." "I'll reply as soon as I get the letter. Cya, 'Ives."

With one more hug goodbye from each of them both, Ivy drew in an agitated breath and scampered towards the barrier; eyes squinting with her arms cuddling Amy. The next thing she knew, she was mingled among dozens of energetic Witches and Wizards alike. Ivy gaped at the ruby red train before her. Ginny would love the look of it.

Ron stood waiting for her a few meters away, Scabbers in hand. "What about Molly and Gin? Are they coming?" Ron shrugged. "I suppose not." He confessed. "Now, come here so we can put our stuff with the others."

Amy had been very skittish as they passed each door of the hallway.

It had been a treacherous journey to stand on their own two feet when they passed the much older and taller students. Ivy had tried to avoid her older brother's compartment as much as possible, recalling how defensive he is when it came to meeting new people.

The two friends had browsed practically every corridor before finally noticing one that wasn't burdened. "It really is quite busy, isn't it?" She implored rhetorically while patting Amy in her arms.

Her silky white fur shone elegantly in the sunlight, casting an ever so euphoric glow on her figure. Ivy noticed Ron was hesitating to open the door as he peeked back at her questionably. The girl nodded, which transpired Ron to yank open the compartment door, revealing the boy who asked how to get onto the platform. "Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full."

Ivy stood behind her friend and took in her surroundings. I love magic, she thought. "Not at all." The boy seemed ecstatic at the gesture and happily let them both into his compartment. The boy glanced at Amy with a delicate smile. "Nice cat."

"Thank you! Her name is Amy." Ron snickered subtly at Ivy's willingness and sat across from the kind boy, while Ivy sat on the opposing side of Ron's seat, which was closest to the door.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley." Ron glanced over to Ivy, indicating that it was her turn to speak. "I'm Ivy Lupin."

She shook hands with the unnamed boy with a smile. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Both opposing children widened their eyes in utter amazement. This was going to be a long ride.

Ron was the first to speak, still wide-eyed and amazed. "So it's true." Ivy grimaced at her friend's lack of filter. "I mean, do you really have the...?" Harry looked at Ron stupidly while Ivy took off her backpack. "The what?"

Ivy picked up on Ron's inability to speak and gleamed. "He means the scar." She spoke bluntly. Harry laughed it off and pulled his hair off of his forehead. "Oh, yeah."

"Wicked." Ivy looked up from her copy of Little Women to see the infamous scar. After reading it several times, she couldn't seem to leave home without it.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" A plump, fair looking lady with a colourful dress strolled through the corridor accompanied by a trolley filled with sweets of all kinds.

Both Harry and Ivy stared in awe while Ron looked down at his homemade sandwich. "No, thanks. I'm all set." Ivy scoffed and put a soothing hand on Ron's shoulder. "Don't be ridiculous, Ron. I will buy-"

"We'll take the lot!"

Ivy had never eaten so many sweets in such a short period of time.

Of course, the Lupin offered to pay fifty-fifty with Harry but the boy was reluctant and refused the offer. Ron's homemade sandwich was long forgotten and Ivy had stuffed a block of Honeydukes chocolate for her father and two chocolate frogs for Wyatt in her rucksack. It had been hours of kidding and smiling throughout the long train ride. They expended their time playing games, reading riddles, practising spells. Ivy had even changed into her robes before they had to clean up their mess.

When she arrived in her uniform, both Harry and Ron were still in their muggle clothes after guaranteeing they would be ready by the time she got back. Before Ivy could sit down, a girl with fluffy brown hair and chocolate eyes the shape of almonds had already taken the girl's prior spot; her wand pointed directly at Harry's nose. "Oculus Reparo."

The tape wined around Harry's glasses disappeared abruptly; along with a new and fresh shine. "You got that off the Standard Book Of Spells, didn't you?" Ivy watched the shorter girl intently. And to her surprise, the girl glowed and nodded.

"Yes. I'm Hermione Granger." Ivy grinned back. "I'm Ivy Lupin and this is Harry; Harry Potter-" Hermione's eyes widened. "Holy Cricket! You're Harry Potter?" She acknowledged the cat sprawled in his lap. "I like your cat."

Amy was perched in Harry's lap, laying on her back desperate for attention. Harry didn't seem to mind; he persisted in fawning over the creature. "Thanks but erm-"

Ivy sat down and gathered her excess candy wrappers and shoved them into her backpack, reminding herself to put them in a rubbish bin when she found one.

Hermione looked over towards Ron, who was still stuffing his face with jelly beans and chocolates alike. "And you are?" "Ron Weasley." Ivy and Harry smirked at the dry interaction. "Pleasure."

Hermione had glanced hesitantly between the three before standing up. "You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." Just before Hermione left the carriage she turned to face Ron.

"You've got dirt on your nose, did you know? Right there." Ron blushed furiously and wiped the wrong side of his nose with great force. "It was nice to meet you, Hermione!" Ivy called out quickly.

"You too."

It was almost pitch black outside when they finally made it to Hogwarts.

"Do either of you have a watch?" Ivy uttered while they made their way out of the jam-packed train.

Both boys shook their heads. "Why?" Ron nudged. "I wanted to know how long it took to get here, nevermind."

Harry, Ron and Ivy just passed the last hallway before they were stopped by six tall figures. The trio looked up to see Wyatt, Fred and George alongside three others.

Wyatt immediately pulled Ivy into a side hug and grabbed her wrist softly, staring down into her eyes. "There you are, we've been looking for you everywhere."

Fred and George ruffled their little brother's hair aggressively while Harry stood to the side awkwardly, wondering whether to leave the siblings or stay put.

As he was about to leave, Ivy pulled him by her side and introduced him. "This is Harry. Ron and I met him on the train."

Harry was partially grateful that Ivy didn't tell them his whole name, out of respect. The simple gesture made Harry realise that Ivy wasn't just his friend for the leverage or fame, merely because he was considered a friend; someone she actually cared about. Meanwhile, Wyatt had only acknowledged the boy once, being too preoccupied with his sister to care.

"How was the train ride? Did you need to take that chocolate Dad gave you?" Ivy squirmed away with a laugh. "It was great. And no, but I got you some chocolate frogs from the trolley in case you didn't get any. Here-"

Ron grabbed her hand gently and tugged it away from Wyatt. "Sorry, mate. But we need to go." Before Wyatt could protest, a girl with blonde hair and a Ravenclaw tie put a hand on his chest and ushered him away towards the others. "Finally. Come on, or we're going to miss the boats."

A man that stood several feet taller with a long brown beard called out for all the first years. "Hiya, Harry." The giant man spoke gruffly. "Hi, Hagrid."

Both Ron and Ivy gaped wildly at the teacher along with the others. Unlike Harry, who just wore a friendly smile. "Right, then. This way to the boats. Come on now, follow me."

The boats were only stationed for four people on each, meaning Ivy couldn't join the boys' boat, which already had two other students on it by the names of Dean and Neville. Harry apologised relentlessly and offered her to take his spot. She immediately declined and waited for the next available spot, which didn't take long to find.

There were only three girls left on land who all stood awkwardly before hopping into the boat.

They had slowly introduced each other as the boat flowed briskly. Their names were Penny Hayward, Daphne Greengrass and Hannah Abbott. Daphne was the loudest, sharing stories that she heard from her mother.

Daphne had bright blue eyes with short, raven hair pinned back with several bobby pins. Her demeanour was very proper and adequate; waiting her turn to speak with her hands in her lap. All-around polite.

Penny Hayward was quite introverted but still managed to laugh at Daphne's jokes, which, to be fair, were hilarious. She had wavy golden locks that reached above her shoulder blades. Her eyes were chocolate brown that darted at any sudden movement or noise.

Then there was Hannah Abbott, who sat beside Ivy. Hannah's ebony afro reflected elegantly against the moonlight, her dark skin complimenting her freckles. Hannah was all about Zodiac signs and explained to Ivy how compatible their signs were; hers being Scorpio and Ivy's; Pisces. Once the boat ride came to an end, Ivy noticed Ron and Harry waiting at the docks for her. Gratefully, she took Harry's helping hand when exiting the boat and bid goodbye to the three girls, who of which went their separate ways.

After the seemingly short hike throughout the grand castle, they arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, where a tall, slim witch stood.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

Just as all of the first years encircled the steps in sentiment, Ivy eyed Hannah and Penny whispering enthusiastically. The Professor's hair was tightened into a neat bun, making room for the witches' hat that laid neatly on top of her head.

The moral Professor, who Ivy instantly remembered to be Minerva McGonagall, clapped her hands once before continuing. "Now, in a few moments, you'll pass through these doors and join your classmates."

Ron nudged Ivy sarcastically, "And await our totally civil siblings."

Harry smirked to himself while Ivy stifled a laugh. Ron was right, Wyatt and the twins alike will bombard both first years like a ticking time bomb. Ivy hoped that her older brother would stay put together when she entered the Great hall, much less when her name was called. She felt her face go red in embarrassment at the thought.

The trio, along with their peers, continued to listen to the woman's speech. "While you're here, your houses will be your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking, " She said while glancing down at Harry swiftly, "and you will lose points."

Ivy couldn't focus on what the Professor was saying, being excessively busy in her head; worrying about what house she will be put into.

"TREVOR!!" A squeaky voice behind her shrieked. The boy who Ivy memorized as Neville, leapt forward and bent down to collect his pet toad, earning a few chuckles here and there. The sight of the toad made Ivy slightly anxious for when Amy meets Trevor. She had never been peaceful to her prey.

Neville muttered an apology before shifting back to his spot. Ivy gave him a sympathetic grin before looking back. The Professor's lips were sealed in a thin line. "The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily."

Ivy looked to her side to see Hermione, the girl that complemented her cat. Hermione seemed intelligent and honestly, quite clever. A sudden urge to impress the girl floated into Ivy's mind.

"She's Professor McGonagall. I've met her before." Hermione narrowed her eyeswith utmost interest.

"Isn't she is the head of Gryffindor?" Ivy nodded and shifted her feet. Hermione noticed her uneasiness instantly and hesitated before speaking. "I didn't know that until today. A girl named Pavarti told me."

Hermione smiled back before turning back into another conversation, whispering excitingly. "It's true then," Everyone turned their heads towards the louding voice. "what they're saying on the train." Ivy watched intently as a boy with gelled back, blonde hair spoke with confidence. Ivy immediately knew who it was. Draco Malfoy; the boy her Aunt Dorcas told was no good. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Whispers cascaded around like a waterfall, talking about the newfound news. Ivy couldn't blame them, he has quite the life. "This is Crabbe and Goyle and I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

At this point, Draco had walked his way over towards Harry, who seemed to crawl into a shell, obviously hating the attention. Both Ron and Ivy snorted at Draco's confidence, which Ivy found utterly hilarious. Malfoy's head whipped in the two's direction with pure hatred and discretion written on his face.

He looked between Ron, who was now cowering back and Ivy; who was still grinning at the boy's antics. "Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours." He looked Ron up and down. "Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley." Ivy fumed with resentment while Ron stepped back guiltily.

Draco looked back at Ivy and hesitated before proceeding. "Lupin, I presume. The same need to act almighty, just like the disappointing thing you call a father."

Immediately, both Ron and Ivy pulled out their wands from amid their robes. Ivy knew Ron was only using it to intimidate him but she was grateful for sticking up for her father. "You can't speak. Yours is too busy ravaging people's lives to care about his own son."

Ivy watched Draco struggling for his wand. The crowd was dead silent, gawking in aghast. "Guess it runs in the Malfoy blood," Ron suggested in vain. Hermione shoved both of their hands down before they could do any harm, yet they both obliged willingly. Though she would never admit it, Ivy didn't want to hex someone on her first day.

Malfoy huffed in defeat, glaring at the two once more before whirling towards Harry. "You'll find that some wizarding families are better than others."

"You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Harry intervened. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thank you."

Ivy inwardly combusted with revelry but was interrupted by the clacking footsteps of McGonagall. "We're ready for you now."

The building tension lurking curtly in her throat was making Ivy rethink her decision in coming at all. This didn't seem the case for everyone else, who tumbled over each other's feet to get to the front. Ivy remained hidden towards the back of the bunch, hoping that if no one could see her, they wouldn't call her name. Just before, Ivy was bubbling with apprehension. But now, all Ivy was willing to do is crawl into her bedsheets and have some chocolate with her dad.

The realisation was ultimately sinking in regarding the absence of her father. She was beginning to infer why Wyatt wasn't inclined on staying when he first arrived. However, the girl couldn't deny Hogwarts' underlying elegance. It was gorgeous, after all. She had blocked out everyone and everything while walking with her fellow classmates. The abundance was looking just as terrified but still had the composure to mutter in disbelief.

Ivy skimmed across the four tables full of students; looking for one familiar face in particular. The older students whispered and chuckled at their starstruck faces, making Ivy cower back in embarrassment. Once they had reached the front, it was clear why her peers weren't eager to trail behind towards the back. She felt eyes stare at the back of her head and longed to squish through the others to be hidden once again. Some waved, some pulled silly faces. It just made the experience all the more sickening.

The Lupin knew she had been spotted by her brother as soon as she made eye contact with him. He gave her a toothy grin with two thumbs up. Wyatt offered her a sympathetic look when Ivy shook her head in fear.

Dumbledore explained the default rules to all students yet Ivy only listened lightly. 'It's okay. I will talk to you after.' He mouthed deliberately, hoping to calm her nerves considerably. Does he think she'll not be in the same house?

'Promise?' He nodded in reply.

Professor McGonagall had already called out several names including Daphne's, Penny's and Hannah's. She was stunned to see Daphne in Slytherin but was alleviated to see her smiling. On the other hand, Penny and Hannah in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw didn't surprise her in the slightest.

(A/N yes, I know Canon Hannah is a White Hufflepuff but, for the purpose of this story (and bc I wanted to add for diversity), she is a WOC Ravenclaw.)

"Hermione Granger." Ivy perked up atthe girl's name and watched as she made her way up on the lifted platform. It only took a few seconds for the sorting hat to ponder before screaming out; "GRYFFINDOR!!"

The red house clapped in an almighty thunder sending high fives and pats on the back of the newest member. Hermione looked flustered as she sat next to Wyatt, who gave her a big smile before proceeding to ask how she was feeling.

"Ronald Weasley." The pile of students had begun to simmer out with more students being divided. Ivy was close to the front by now and had sauntered to Harry's side by the time her best friend was called. "GRYFFINDOR!!" Ivy and Harry clapped with joy while Ron made his way to his brothers.

"Ivy Lupin." This was it. Ivy didn't hesitate to push through the dozen of kids who gawked at her. She felt everyone's eyes on her and felt bothered and nauseous. She sat on the chair as the old, batty hat lay on her head. Suddenly a voice spoke, making Ivy jump subtly in fright.

"Hmm. Very fascinating. Your... mother's mind is quite equivalent to your own; gifted, witty, exceptionally caring - the same thirst for creativity. Bravery is strong, yes... Gryffindor traits, just like your brother. Though your brother was more like your father in that sense." Ivy listened cautiously with her eye glued shut in concentration.

"You're loyal, I believe... Cunning too. Extremely cunning, yes. But where to put you?" Ivy had opened her eyes at this moment, waiting for her fate. She hated this; all of it. Yet, for the poor hat's sake, she waited patiently for the hat to finish.

"I see, patience and kindness, too; very well... RAVENCLAW!"

A troubled breath escaped from her lips, a long-held breath that she didn't know she was holding. The students watched as Ivy made her way to the blue dominated table, where she was met by ecstatic children; including Hannah Abbott, who looked over to her with an angelic smile.

"Welcome Ivy. You seem wonderful."

"Hopefully, you're not such a troublemaker like your brother."

"You'll have such fun with us! We are the best house after all."

The showering compliments and introductions made Ivy gush. She sat between a third-year girl and Hannah. Another first year was on her opposing side. The older girl flushed with happiness, Ivy didn't know why. "I'm Malena, but you can call me Millie. I'm a close friend of your brother, you see."

Ivy nodded slowly while she pieced it all together. Malena was the Ravenclaw girl that helped Ivy remove her pestering brother. The boy behind Malena on the opposite table spoke confidently, with a cocky smirk etched on his completion. "Yeah, 'friends', my arse."

Millie whipped her head around to snap at the boy immediately. "Shut up, Cedric. You can't speak. Who was that girl? Y'know, the Ravenclaw chick?"

Cedric kept his mouth shut for the rest of dinner.

At first, Ivy questioned internally if they were siblings. But, Malena and Cedric constantly flirted foolishly; between themselves as well as their peers. After the many surprises such as the ghost appearances and the food presentation, it was time for the first years to be bought back to their rooms. Their Prefect was quite kind and shared every aspect of Hogwarts from the Common Room to what not to eat during Hufflepuff parties.

They passed the kitchens, which were in the same corridor of the Hufflepuff Common Room and made their way to the west wing. To enter, each Ravenclaw must answer a specific riddle. If they resolved it inaccurately, they would have to wait until somebody got it right.

Ivy couldn't wait to tell her father about this, she felt at home. Yet home was so far away, she never wanted to leave.

Dear Dad,

I MISS YOU A LOT.

It has only been 6 hours since I arrived and I still can't get over the fact that I'm not with you. I hope you are well and not missing me too much, considering I'm your favourite daughter.

Mrs Weasley makes really nice apple pie. I will have to ask for some when we visit next. Ginny taught me a few chords on their piano and Ron and I played lots of Wizard's Chess. He is really good, which isn't surprising.

The train ride took approximately six to seven hours but it was awesome fun. I stayed with Ron but met some lovely people like a muggle-born, Hermione Granger!

Hermione has read the same books as me, dad! She fixed Harry's glasses as well. Very clever witch, yet everyone is already starting to call her a know-it-all.

Oh, and I met Harry Potter! Very nice boy with nice hair as well. He also said that his mother's name was Lily, too.

ALSO, HE COMPLIMENTED AMY!!

Actually, a lot of people complimented Amy. She's with me now, actually. Purring like crazy, seems excited to be with me. I am also sending you some chocolate from the trolley.

Oh, Merlin, I forgot, I GOT INTO RAVENCLAW!! The Common Room is incredible and I share a dorm with three girls. (obviously)

Their names are Hannah Abbott, Padma Patil and Morag Macdougal! I haven't really gotten to talk to Morag or Padma but I met Hannah on the boats.

Hannah is so lovely, dad. She is awake with me now and writing home as well. She agrees when I say that I miss home and everything in it. She says that I am fortunate to have a sibling to go to school with.

So I assume she has a younger sibling or her siblings have graduated elsewhere. She is right, though. I ought to be indebted.

There are also a couple of older kids like Cedric and Malena, (She told me to call her Millie) and Lee and Katie who are close friends with Wyatt.

On the topic of Wyatt, I haven't been able to talk to him due to being in different houses, but I'll be sure to reach him eventually. I haven't seen Lyra yet either but I'll find her sooner or later.

PLEASE prepare for the full moon. This is your first time in a LONG time being by yourself and I hope you're coping well. Please remember that your favourite chocolate is in the bottom compartment of your bedside table and the scar gel is besides that.

If you have extra wounds, use Episkey. If you need bandages, there are some in the kitchen cupboard. Or just use Vulnera Sanentur to stitch the wounds. Now that I think about it, you know more than me so I'm sure you'll be fine.

I will write to you on the 24. September to check up on you and I hope that you can reply as soon as possible.

I hope the nice nurse Wyatt talks about lets me into the Hospital Wing.

I miss you so so so so so much and I promise to take care of Wyatt when he goes through his furry problem. Is it rude to say that?

Anywho, I forgot my copy of Pride and Prejudice so (if it isn't a burden) could you send it?

Say hi to Auntie Marly, Mary and Dorcas for me :)

I love you to the moon and back.

Lots of love,

Ivy Lily Lupin.

P.S the Ravenclaw robes are really pretty, I think you'll like them.

ENJOY THE CHOCOLATE!

Sealing the letter shut felt too surreal for Ivy to comprehend.

The dormitory was uncommunicative; Amy's purs fulfilling the stillness. Ivy heeded the window next to her bed, her belongings padded neatly beside her. Padma and Morag were sound asleep in their beds while Hannah sat cross-legged on her own. Both girls elected to stay up a little lankier to write letters home and beyond. It had been an hour of serenity for the two girls. After lounging in silence, Hannah enunciated in a whisper. "I want to put my stuff away but I'm afraid I'll wake them up."

Ivy hummed in coalition and grabbed her wand from her trunk, hovering her wand subtly in the air."Muffliato." Nothing changed, nor did either of them move. Hannah contemplated as Ivy tucked her wand away.

"How'd you do that? That's some advanced magic." Ivy laughed at the whispering girl. "My brother gave me his old school books. I suppose I should teach you as well."

What she confessed was half genuine, only those validities were quite sugar-coated. She did learn the spell off of her brother's old books, though she did it on her own accord, rather than her brother knowing. In reality, Ivy willfully needed that spell on full moons. She despised them just as much as Remus and Wyatt. It anguished her to listen to the howling during the night and used the spell to block out her strenuous sobs as both Marlene, Dorcas and Lyra stayed at the Lupin cabin during full moons.

She felt culpable and incompetent; having no restraint over the circumstance whatsoever. Amy also hid during that time, which resulted in her being alone; inundating her in misery. Hannah's placating voice clasped her out of her thoughts.

"Of course, but not right now. You should unpack, too. It will give us more time to sleep in." Ivy only rumbled in agreement and started dangling her robes away.

Ivy was delighted to have a bookcase in between Hannah's and her bed. They decided to divide the shelf so each could have one half. Thereupon finishing, they gave their letters to Amy, who understood and left without another noise.

"I think we ought to go to bed now, it's been an awfully long day." Hannah shut her trunk and jostled it under her bed before plunging under her doona.

"Goodnight, Lupin."

"'Night."

Morag and Padma were long gone before the two girls had stirred awake.

It was nothing but animosity and distress for Ivy when she had to shake awake her closest friend, who had no clue of the severe crisis at large.

They were late for their first class.

They began shoving their satchels full with school books and quills, simmering into their uniforms, which consisted of stockings, the default school shirt, and skirt. They also had to wear the robes, a periwinkle cotton jumper and the signature royal blue ribbon each Ravenclaw was compelled to wear. The dilemma only got worse when they were met face to face with Harry and Ron, who were deemed in a parallel situation; red in the face with fear sketched clearly on their complexion.

It was Ivy who remembered her way around the school sufficiently to excavate the Transfiguration classroom. The four skittish kids raced into the classroom with flushed faces. Though Hannah and Ron had no compassion to enter quietly, Harry and Ivy followed suit with guilt-ridden faces.

Ron felt that this was the perfect moment to celebrate. "We made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Harry stifled a laugh while Ivy mocked along. "It's not funny, Harry! McGonagall is the head of your house! We-"

Before Ivy could taunt the two boys anymore, the cat perched on the teacher's table jumped; morphing into the strict and proper figure of Minerva McGonagall.

All four of them gaped in dread. "That was bloody brilliant." Ron peered astonishingly.

Hannah spoke next, with much more confidence than Harry and Ivy seemed to acquire at that moment. "I didn't know you were an animagus, Professor!"

Professor McGonagall looked down disappointedly and shook her head. "Thank you for your assessment, Mr Weasley and Miss Abbott." McGonagall glared between Harry and Ivy before continuing.

"It'd be better if I transfigured Mr Potter, Miss Lupin and yourselves into a pocket watch. That way one of you might be one time." Ivy gulped harshly. "It won't happen again, Professor. Hannah and I-" Harry intruded; "We got lost." Ivy glared at Harry for interrupting her.

The woman chastised inwardly and huffed in dismay. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

Hannah took no time to trudge Ivy away by the wrist, striding the polar way to Harry and Ron. They both sat next to Hermione, who had her nose muddled amongst her work. Ivy emptied her satchel alongside her books and started to scribble in her book. It only took her a few minutes to catch up as Hermione had unwillingly shown them what they were supposed to do. Hannah had engulfed herself with another Ravenclaw, leaving Hermione and Ivy whispering the answers together. A few snickers cascaded behind them, making both girls turn curiously.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were pretending to whisper like preschoolers and scribble vigorously in their closed books - mocking them. Ivy was about to snarl an insult towards them but was impeded by both Hermione and McGonagall. The class was dismissed.

When Ivy thought her day couldn't get any worse - it did.

Ivy adored brewing potions at home with her brother and occasionally, her father. She would spend hours in the sun stirring new concoctions. Yet today, her impression of potions flipped into nothing but utter hostility.

It first started with the dramatics from their Potion's teacher, Professor Severus Snape. Even though Ivy hadn't convened the teacher in person, Wyatt had quite a mouthful to declare about him; obviously behind his back. Lord forbid Wyatt Iris Lupin to stand up for himself. It was unheard of.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." Snape sauntered selflessly across the classroom, his robe flowing behind him briskly.

Ivy saw the brinks of Hannah's lips form a smirk at the sight of Snape. She nudged her rib warningly before focusing her attention over to Harry, who was writing anything and everything in his book. It startled Ivy, who thought that she had missed an instruction. Though no one else was writing; merely Harry. "Good for him," Hannah muttered sarcastically, slouching in her chair.

"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is Potion-making." While Hannah and Ron picked their nails in boredom, Ivy was starting to contradict Wyatt's opinions on the man. Or so she thought.

Snape resumed rambling about the specific handful that will exceed in this subject, singularly eyeing Malfoy. "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death itself."

Snape's fatal glare sufficed to Harry, who was absentmindedly scribbling in his book. Ivy strived to tap his shoulder to warn him what was bound to happen, yet Hannah yanked her robes swiftly.

Snape continued vainly; "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts with abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not. pay. attention."

Ivy's chair was almost at its tipping point from leaning over her desk but she gave up when he was caught. She was grateful for Hermione doing what she wanted to achieve; tap his bloody shoulder.

"Mr Potter. Our new celebrity." The entire class watched; cowering back at the Professor's snare. Even Ivy veered in her seat. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry stayed silent as Hermione shot her hand up willingly, however, Snape paid no attention to her whatsoever. "You don't know? Let's try again." He retorted rhetorically.

"Where, Mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?" Yet again, Hermione held up her hand while the other stayed mortally silent. "I don't know, sir," Harry replied timidly.

Snape's was clearly enjoying himself amid the poor boy's humiliation. "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" This time, Ivy's hand was raised. Snape's eyes shifted slightly - a wider smirk appeared on his face at the opportunity.

"I will get to you in a second, Miss Lupin." He spat angrily, making Ivy seize her hand immediately. She'd regret it later. Harry replied with the same answer as before, Snape tutted. "Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything."

"Miss Lupin, since you seemed sickeningly cocky. I suppose you can answer them all." Everyone's eyes were on Ivy at this moment. She felt like digging a hole in the ground and climbing in to stay there forever. Ivy regretted putting her hand up in the first place, she should've just kept quiet.

"Okay, erm- well. If you added Asphodel to the infusion of Wormwood properly, you could brew a sleeping potion, commonly known as 'the draught of living death.'" Hermione had an encouraging smile while Ron was smirking malevolently. Ivy felt her face go pale at the class' attention on her, she was hating every second of it.

Ivy made a reluctance to continue detesting the comical glare from the teacher. "To find a Bezoar, I think it's from the stomach of a goat, but it's the stone within." Hannah nodded approvingly, exceedingly impressed with her best friend.

Snape sneered down at her, "And I suppose you will be able to answer the last question perfectly. If I'm not wrong, your family are considered experts with Wolfsbane. It's a monthly thing in your household." Ivy went beet red with embarrassment. She could feel her ears heat up.

Of course, he knew.

Ivy swallowed her loathing hatred and proceeded. "It's quite straightforward actually, Professor. Monkshood and Wolfsbane are the same plants, it also goes by the name of 'aconite'. It's quite simple if done carefully."

The room was still, no one daring to move. The silence could be cut with a knife. The teacher death stared at the younger girl, who had pure bitterness piercing her eyes. The professor cast his eyes in the opposite direction of the room before turning back to Ivy once more.

"Quite like your mother, excruciatingly foolish. The same need to act unnecessarily. I'm sure you would love to tell her all about today." Ron's eyes softened in sympathy as he somewhat knew about her lack of mother figures. He couldn't imagine a life without his mum.

As for everyone else, they sat there confused, watching it all unfold. Ron raised his hand over his mouth, his knee shaking under the table. He whispered, yet it was loud enough for most to hear. "That git has no right-" He spat quickly in utmost remorse.

"Be quiet, Weasley. Unless you want us to talk about your family." Ron simmered in his seat, his ears red.

"Answer me, Lupin. How is your mother at the moment? Is she well?" Ivy's heart dropped in humiliation. Snape didn't bother to empathise with the child and instead continued his burning snaps.

"Very loving and caring." Ivy wanted to pack up and leave. Yet every bone and fibre in her body felt stiff and rigid. Her throat was dry as words struggled to fall from her lips. She wasn't going to cry in front of people she didn't know. Snape raised his eyebrows in a monotone manner.

Finally, she swallowed the rising lump in her throat, shrinking in her seat. "She's fine."

Ivy gave a silent scoff, it was safe to say that she despised potions.

Ivy's heart clenched in anger and despair when thinking about her mother. She was starting to believe Snape's words targetted at her mother.

Amy cuddled into her owner's stomach with compassion, listening to the ongoing rant. The tabby cat watched her owner cry. Rather than attending the Great Hall, where most students went to eat, Ivy retreated to her dorm.

Hannah had come by to offer her solaces but was met by a locked door and no spell to undo it. The younger girl promised to save her some sugar cookies when Ivy was ready to speak and left for lunch, which Ivy wasn't keen on attending.

She assumed the whole of Ravenclaw house would hate her for probably losing an abundance of house points just because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Ivy cowered at the thought of Snape telling her class about the Wolfsbane. It was already deplorable enough.

A soft knock at the door rang out to which Ivy simply ignored. When it happened again she groaned. "Ivy, are you in there?" A pure, gentle voice rang out from the opposing side of the door.

Malena waited patiently, knowing, from Wyatt's description, that his little sister was quite stubborn. "Listen, love. I know you're in there. I will have to get Professor Flitwick and we both don't want to listen to that prick squabble on."

The door clicked open but Ivy didn't bother to look. Malena moved to her side and laid next to Ivy on her bed, The girl obliged and wrapped her arms around Malena's waist and buried her head into the crook of her neck.

Millie only softly smiled "I know about the transformations, Ivy. So does Fred and George. Wyatt told us in our first year. Your brother can't keep a secret to save his life."

Ivy listened to the older girl's soothing heartbeat and hearkened to her soft words. "I'm sorry if I lost house points." Malena only laughed.

"Only a handful know. Plus, we think you are brave, we're not worried about the points. I, for one, didn't know any of those answers in my first year." Ivy felt a warm fuzzy feeling alight in her stomach.

"Come down for lunch, it has only just started,"

It only took around two minutes to tidy herself up before both Ravenclaws left their Common Room. The corridors weren't relatively busy as everyone was in the Great Hall. "How many points did I lose?" Ivy asked alongside Millie. "10. Nothing a few correct answers can't fix."

Once they had entered the buzzing hall, Ivy was surprised to see that no sneers beckoned her way though Ivy averted everyone's stare as a whole. Hannah was inducted next to Hermione, who was helping her with the unlocking spell, 'Alohomora.'

Hannah immediately stood up and gave Ivy a tight hug. "Are you okay? I saved you some sugar cookies. You know, the ones you had for dessert?"

Ivy laughed wholeheartedly and repaid the hug. "-Thank you, Han. I'm sorry." Her friend only quivered it off in dismal. "Your brother has been ballistic about you. A Nervous Nelly and all."

They hunched beside each other at the Gryffindor table. Both Harry and Ron dragged on about how they enjoyed Snape getting slammed while Hermione offered the Ravenclaw some lemon sherbets.

Suddenly, Ivy felt two hands lift her by the armpits, spinning her around, and crushing her into a hug. "I'm going to curse that greasy git." Ivy pulled away and was met with her brother's all too familiar grey eyes. Next to him was a charming brunette with eyes bluer than the Atlantic ocean.

Wyatt held her cheeks in between his hands and squished them roughly, causing Ivy to yelp in pain and wiggle her way out of his grip. Lyra Mckinnon-Meadowes only chuckled before beckoning Ivy into a hug. "Your uniform looks great. You'd look better in red though. Red and white are your colours."

Ivy only nodded with a small smile and watched as Wyatt unfolded two letters from his pocket. "Well, before I go, you got a letter from Dad and Ginny." Wyatt pecked Ivy on the forehead before retreating to his spot next to Fred.

Lyra watched Ivy pick at the hems of the letters with a knowing look. "Tell Remmy to call in for breakfast at Mums' house. Obviously, after his cold has washed over." With that, Lyra kissed her cousin's cheek with a wink and subsided to Katie Bell, whose cheeks grew red at how close Lyra was.

"You know Lyra!?" Ron asserted with a mouth full of chicken wings. Both Harry and Hermione looked interested. "Erm, Yeah? Her mums and my dad were close friends at Hogwarts. We have dinner at their house on Fridays." Ron's mouth stopped chewing and instead, hung open.

Hannah stared at Lyra with love filled in her orbs. "You're lucky." Ivy laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes. Ivy opened Ginny's letter first; her heart filling with joy at the neat handwriting.

--

Dear Ivy,

HOW IS HOGWARTS!?

God, I already miss you so much. It's so lonely here at the burrow. My only friend is Mum and occasionally Charlie and Bill. (Dad is hardly home)

What house did you get into? You would fit into any of them so I wouldn't be surprised either way. I hope you get this soon because the sooner you reply, the better.

I hope classes are treating you well and you are eating all of your meals. (mum told me to say that)

Tell Amy that I miss her dearly and want my cuddle buddy back.

PLEASE REPLY TO ME QUICKLY BECAUSE I AM DROWNING IN LONELINESS OVER HERE!!!

Anywho, I miss you and hope you are having fun. (without me)

Sincerely,

Ginny Weasley (the love of your life ;)

P.S if you could, send me some Pumpkin Pasties? Please and thank you.

--

Ivy laughed at the letter. Ginny was always there to make her laugh, especially when she needed it. As she stuffed the letter neatly into her satchel, Ivy opened her father's letter; more eagerly than she intended.

--

Dear my favourite daughter,

CONGRATULATIONS ON RAVENCLAW!! That house suits you well and I believe you will do great things and strive with your peers.

I'm glad the burrow was enjoyable and I'll be sure to ask for the apple pie recipe. The Gryffindor dormitories were much bigger so it isn't hard to assume that the Ravenclaw dorms are too.

Hermione seems like a very bright girl and I hope you are sticking up for her when her classmates are giving her a hard time. Maybe you could lend her some books that she hasn't read yet. Tell her if she needs one that you don't have, I can always send one.

or flirt with her - Marlene

SHE IS ELEVEN, MARLENE!

- Dorcas

I was flirting with you at eleven. You seemed to like it ;) - Marlene

Stop flirting in this letter. I will get to you two in a second. - Remus

Sadly, Amy must've sent the Weasley's owl and, since I didn't want to give it the extra weight, I couldn't attach Pride and Prejudice. If I recall, there is a muggle shelf in the library.

Harry must be happy to be around magical folk again. He seems marvellous and complementing Amy definitely gives him brownie points.

WHAT! HARRY'S AT HOGWARTS

- MARLENE

yes, he is. I already told you that.

- Dorcas

Let me talk to my daughter - Remus

We did know his mother and father quite well. Actually, Harry's mother, Lily was the reason I gave you your middle name. His father was also a good friend of ours, too.

James Potter was known for his hair so I'm not surprised that Harry carries that gene.

Hopefully, he hasn't got James's cockiness - Marls

Hannah, Padma and Morag sound delightful and I suggest that you get to know them. After all, you will be spending all of your Hogwarts years with them.

(A/N or is she? Sorry, I'll go)

Do not worry about me or Wyatt. I promise to take care of myself and Madam Pomfrey will take extra care with Wyatt.

Marlene and Dorcas have been around for dinner today and are looking over my shoulder now.

sorry, not sorry - Marlene.

Marlene hasn't stopped talking about how much she misses her Niece and Nephew. Both asked for a letter so, when you have time, do what you can-

MARLENE HERE; Keep Minnie on her toes. She must miss us marauders so very much. We are her favourites after all. Make some mischief and scope yourself out with the attractive ones.

SHE IS ELEVEN, MARLS

- Auntie Dorcas

I don't care, Dora.

Anywho, remember what I always say; Be dominant, be cool, die hot; repeat. Love your Auntie Marls xx

DORCAS HERE; don't listen to what my wife said. I hope you have made nice friends and are enjoying Hogwarts as a whole. As Marls said, give Minnie some love from us. We do miss her. Congratulations on making Ravenclaw! I had a lovely friend in that house and you will do great, my love. (please write me a letter soon)

Also, tell Lyra to stop flirting. I can hear Marlene's horrible genes from here. Much love, your favourite Auntie.

Okay, it's dad again. (finally)

I love you so so so so much more.

Have lots of fun and focus on your studies, sweets.

Yours truly,

Dad :)

P.S you will have to show me those robes when you get home. And I will gladly enjoy the chocolate. - Remus

WRITE ME A LETTER OR I WILL TAKE YOUR ABBA VINYL xoxo Your REAL favourite Auntie, Marlene.

Have fun! - Dorcas

Luckily, lunch went by reasonably rapidly, meaning that Ivy's first flying class was due to commence.

For most of the early years, Quidditch had only been spoken and eyed growing up. Others, particularly Muggle-borns, hadn't given notoriety to such a thing; only in children novels. Yet, for a handful, like Ivy and Ron, Quidditch was an indispensable part of their lives. They have grown up encircled by the recreation. In Ivy's case, Wyatt exhorted her on a broom two hours after she took her first steps, which only lasted minutes before she fell from several feet, resulting in Wyatt losing his broom privileges for weeks. Much to Marlene's dismay.

Remus took baby Ivy to St. Mungos, where the nurses thought Remus was the one in pain, not the baby, who was sound asleep peacefully, apparently 'dying' in Remus's eyes. Hannah walked alongside Ivy with her arm tossed around the girl's shoulder. Hannah's mother was a muggle-born and her father was a pureblood. Her mum was relatively inquisitive in the Wizarding sport and enlightened herself on how to play.

From Hannah's inscription, Daisy Abbott was a strong-willed witch who made independence a prerogative, primarily with her daughter and son, Hannah and Johnny Abbott. Mrs Abbott educated her children on all the tricks and gimmicks when it came to Quidditch. Ivy felt an ache of sympathy towards the mother since she never went to Hogwarts to experience the game during her education. Although, she couldn't wait to meet the woman, who seemed to have the same indistinguishable, fiery personality as her daughter.

While concurrently walking merrily, Ivy overheard sniggers behind her. She veered to withstand five Slytherins; Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, Theodore, and Blaise. Except Theodore and Blaise weren't laughing, instead they gave each other discerning side glances before hurrying towards the two girls.

Theodore was the first to converse, with his light brown locks draping his eyebrows. He stood a few centimetres higher than Ivy and shorter than Hannah, who stood at the same height as Blaise. There was a silver scar, barely noticeable from the top of his eyebrow to just below his left eye. He had dark, tan skin with freckles and evident dimples on both cheeks. "We're sorry 'bout them. Can't keep to themselves for the life of 'em."

Blaise, who had a buzz cut and spots of acne, articulated in agreement, "Do you mind if we walk with you? You both seem much more pleasant." Ivy felt as Hannah grasped her hand and intertwined her fingers with her own.

Before Hannah could shoo them away, Ivy intervened; hoping that making new Slytherin friends will ease the stereotypes. She hesitated, beginning to wonder if Blaise and Theo were plainly trying to taunt her from earlier today.

"Of course, we don't mind." Theo watched her intently as both boys strolled either side of the pair. With the four of them ambling together, Potions wasn't cited, which Hannah felt indebted for. The girl didn't want Ivy's mood to plummet, especially to Slytherin boys.

Madam Hooch interrogated her class as they sauntered over to the field, where various brooms lay on the ground - lonely and stationary. Hooch recognized various students from the Ravenclaw house, including Ivy. "Good morning, Miss Lupin."

Ivy beamed back at her and lined aside one of the brooms. Since the quartet were one of the final to arrive, they had to split into two; Blaise and Hannah, Ivy and Theo. Theodore Nott took Ivy's side, separating her from Draco.

The Professor's hastening yellow eyes elected furiously against the sun's rays. Her blue Quidditch robes complimented her white hair. Ivy and Padma had run into her after the sorting, where they introduced themselves to the Ravenclaw instructor.

When both girls met the opposite dormmates that night, all four agreed that Madam Hooch was very delightful and striking. Morag heard from an older student that the woman had a fling with the head nurse, Poppy Pomfrey. Hannah opposed the accusation completely, claiming that McGonagall and Pomfrey were definitely secretly dating.

All in all, the roommates agreed that Madam Hooch wasn't the person to date the opposite sex; which felt like a win on their behalf. This caused minutes of uncontainable giggles from the young girls until their Prefect had to scold them to sleep. Long story short, the four Ravenclaws were thrilled about having flying lessons with Hooch.

After contending the class along with a monotone retort, Madam Hooch stood eagerly at the front, instructing the students to step up to the left side of their signified broom and call for it by saying 'up!'. The pupils did as they were told and started ordering the broom upwards. Immediately, both Harry, Ivy and Hannah's broom flew into their hands. Theo, Blaise and Hermione looked at them in amazement.

Hannah smirked at Ivy winningly where Ivy responded with a thumbs up. "Yes, girls!" Hooch implored; "5 points to Ravenclaw!" This comment made both girls leap in infatuation - Hannah blushing deeply.

Draco's broom complied next, then Theo and Blaise's and eventually, everyone else's.

Hooch strolled down the aisle of students with gleaming eyes. "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight! You don't want to be sliding off the end."

Everyone ascended their brooms, hoping to attain what their task was. "When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down."

The students understood and managed to nod. Before anyone could endeavour to take off, Neville launched and surged off the ground involuntarily. He took off despite Madam Hooch's pleas otherwise. He spun heinously and banged into the castle surrounding the flat grass area. "M-mr Mr Longbottom." Hooch's pleas were useless before she dove to the side, skimming away from Neville.

Neville rose and lost control of his posture and balance, leaning too far off of the broom. His robes got caught, saving him some distance from the ground. But Ivy enunciated too soon, suddenly, Neville hit the surface harshly.

"EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY!" Hooch screamed, running over to the poor boy who was whimpering into his hand. "Oh, dear, it's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on, up you get."

Madam Hooch warned the class not to leave nor fly, warning that if they were to disobey, expulsion would take place. "Poor Nev, he helped me with my pancakes this morning," Theo muttered numbly as he ran a lanky hand through his chaotic hair.

Ivy hummed in agreement as Blaise and Hannah found themselves next to the pair. "Look, Draco has got Neville's remembrall." Hannah was right.

Draco stood proudly with the glass gadget flimsily in his hand; a massive smirk wondering on his mouse-like face. "Did you see his face? If that fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." While most of the class rolled their eyes, some chuckled at Draco's antics.

Harry strode forward in annoyance. "Give it here, Malfoy." Draco swivelled around angrily. "No. I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He smiled evilly and threw the remembrall in the air before snagging it again.

It was Ivy's turn to stride forth, resentment and irritation obvious on her facial manifestation. "Being an upright git isn't going to get you anywhere, Malfoy."

Draco rolled his eyes and trudged upon his broom. "I'm surprised you're even here after your petty stunt in Potions, Lupin. Snape was right, your mummy must've left you for a reason."

Hannah stepped onward menacingly and reached out for Draco's shirt, initiating a hard punch in the nose, yet Draco was too quick and rode upwards into the air. Hannah made no delay in following him; ready to knock him into oblivion.

Ivy faltered before joining Hannah, ignoring Theo's pleas to differ. "Oh, look everyone! Loony Lupin isn't afraid of heights!" This comment made both girls furious and proceeded to accelerate toward Malfoy, though the boy didn't stop there. "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

Ivy couldn't hear Hermione's scrutinising because of the louding whistle from the wind. Hannah and Ivy were soon joined by Harry, who looked just as heated. "Give it here Malfoy or I will knock you off your broom!"

"Is that so? Have it your way then." Draco cackled before pegging the item on the contrary direction. Harry didn't stammer to follow after the gadget, along with Hannah and Ivy.

The three sped above the oval with great velocity. As they were nearing closer and closer to the west wing, Harry merely caught the gimmick. Hannah watched from afar but Ivy drew nigher. "Careful, Harry. You might drop it-" But Ivy was too late, the Rememberall slipped from his grip and started to plummet.

"STAY THERE!" Ivy shouted prominently before racing down to retrieve the gadget before it plummeted to its death. The wind surged through her unrestricted hair with her robes flowing behind her.

Ivy knew that if her analyses were correct, she was just needed to peg the sphere upwards. If done correctly, Hannah would snatch it and bestow it back to Harry, whom of which were flying alongside each other. Everyone on the ground watched in aghast at the sight of the small girl descending towards the ground dangerously.

Just in the nick of time, Ivy had a grasp of the memory device and used her arm strength to hurl the globe up to Hannah. In Ivy's favour - it did. Ivy had swung the ball in the exact direction of her best friend, who was ready to catch it. By the time all three of them were on the ground safely, with Theo and Blaise choking them into startled but thankful hugs, all their classmates were cheering in euphoria.

The exhilarating success only lingered a few minutes before it came to an abrupt end. Both McGonagall and Flitwick marched towards the celebrating multitude with starstruck expressions.

"Harry Potter!" McGonagall called "Follow me." Flitwick nodded to the taller witch. "You two! Abbott and Lupin! Come along!"

The class fell silent as the three delinquents followed their heads of houses disappointingly.

The trio of troublemakers followed the two adults in a lull, they didn't bother to question when they were packing their bags. Ivy shuddered at the thought of her father's reaction.

"You'll next see me on my deathbed." Ivy wined in a whisper. Harry looked alarmed but Hannah looked unbothered as she knew of Ivy's dramatics beforehand. "Cause of death?" Hannah muttered in a qualm. "Myself."

Harry nodded in compassion, knowing that when he arrived back at the Dursley's, he would go back to his cupboard. Harry knew this was all a fever dream, of course, this wouldn't last long; it was too good to be true.

Finally, after coming to their fate, they stopped outside of the defence against the dark arts classroom, where the stuttering teacher, Professor Quirrell, held a abnormally large reptile. "You wait here," McGonagall said, ushering Flitwick with her. "Professor Quirrell, excuse me. Could I burrow Wood for a moment?" Quirrell kowtowed timidly, making Oliver Woods tramp out of the classroom in utter confusion.

When Oliver met face to face with the three first years, he gave a curt nod in acknowledgement. "Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a new seeker."

Hannah and Ivy's jaw dropped in apprehension. Harry Potter, a seeker?!

Both girls looked at each other awkwardly. "You'd think we'd be here to do the standing ovation." Hannah stumbled sarcastically, which went unnoticed by Ivy, who watched as Harry, Wood and McGonagall stalling towards the Quidditch pitch.

Hannah tapped Flitwick's shoulder politely while Ivy scratched the back of her neck. "Sir, Ivy and I aren't quite sure why we were escorted to witness Harry get seeker. Not that we aren't proud, truly, we are. But erm-"

Hannah swung her arm around in aspiration and Ivy held in a laugh.

"Are we expelled?" Ivy blurted. When the Professor didn't reply, both girls went into full-blown panic mode.

"Oh, gosh, we apologise! We were only trying to help Neville-" Hannah interrupted; "That ugly- I mean, disrespectful ferret called Ivy, 'Loony Lupin', sir! I swear I just wanted to stomp on his-" Ivy shot her hand up to Hannah's mouth, afraid that the vulgar language would dig them a deeper hole.

"What Han is trying to say is that we will never break any more rules. Right, Abbott?" Hannah nodded vigorously. "Nope, we shall never play that horrendous sport again."

The man only chuckled.

"You girls are not in trouble. In fact, I have concluded that you two will be our other two Ravenclaw chasers! Unless you don't ever want to 'play the horrendous sport' again..."

Ivy hadn't even processed what the man had said and was even more shocked when she felt a hard kiss on her cheek.

"OF COURSE, OF COURSE, PROFESSOR! DID YOU HEAR THAT, IVES?! WE- WE ARE THE CHASERS OF RAVENCLAW! Ivy couldn't describe what she was feeling at that moment.

Her throat couldn't produce the right words to explain the emotions she wanted to portray. She was never good at showing her emotions in the right way, but Hannah's words described it perfectly. Both girls crashed into a bone-crushing hug, knocking them to the ground.

"I can't believe it. We're chasers..." Ivy looked up to Flitwick, who held a polaroid camera in his hand, taking a picture of the two girls on the floor.

"You two will thank me later."

"Holy-"

"Okay, I let it go once. No more."

"Sorry."

That day had turned into the best day of Ivy's life.

After finding out that Millie was the captain of the Ravenclaw team, as well as the third chaser, it didn't take long for Wyatt to find out.

(A/N yes, I know Millie is only in her third year. But since there is no written record of a Ravenclaw Captain until 1993 (Roger Davis), Millie is just going to be the captain.)

Hannah went to spill the news to her mother, resulting in Ivy strolling along with Harry and Ron, who were deep in discussion. "Congratulations, Potter. Youngest Seeker in a century, I'm not surprised. It's in your blood."

Ron's smile widened at the title and Harry nodded his head in response. "I thought you said you'd be on your death bed when I'd see you next." He joked. "But same to you and Hannah. I bet your brother will be happy."

Ron jumped around in excitement. "I cannot bloody believe that my two best friends are on the Quidditch team."

The trio walked in silence yet the enthusiasm was still evident. Suddenly, Ivy felt two hands circle around her waist, pulling her up.

"YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN MY FACE WHEN MILS TOLD ME THE NEWS!" Wyatt secured Ivy safely around his waist as Fred and George congratulated both Harry and Ivy.

Ivy squirmed. "Put me down, you dung beetle. I'm not even playing for your team." Wyatt only sighed and lifted her down, knowing that Ivy wouldn't hesitate to mess up his hair.

"I wish you got into Gryffindor, not surprised you're in blue though. Millie was telling me just then." He explained while he held his sister closer, away from the dozens of students.

"This has made my day, honestly. My sister is a Ravenclaw Chaser. You've got to tell dad." Ivy only shook her head in response. "I will later. I don't want him to feel stressed. How are you feeling, anyway?"

Ivy knew her brother was tired, you could tell from his reddening eyes and darkening eyelids. His tie was undone along with his robes. This always happened during the full moon. Both Remus and Wyatt would be rough and stubborn before and after the transformation; Ivy learned to ignore their snaps.

Today was no different, Wyatt shook it off, acting as if it was easy. "M'alright. Nothing too bad. Stop fussing on me, today is your special day. I'm not going to bring it down."

The sibling separated after saying their goodbyes. Ron and Harry had stumbled paths with Hermione, where she was showing them a specific trophy with 'James Potter' engraved on it.

After dinner, Hermione had offered to exchange the Potions homework for some quills, which Ivy happily obliged.

Harry and Ron walked ahead of the two girls, whispering something about Hermione's wisdom. Meanwhile, Hermione and Ivy were in deep conversation about the flower language Snape was using. The bushy-haired friend wanted to know how to translate it.

Unexpectedly, the staircase fluctuated, deriving in all four kids losing their balance and tripping over their own feet. "What's happening?" Harry exclaimed, holding onto the banister. "The staircases change, remember?" Hermione informed with Ivy nodding in repercussion.

Once the staircase altered to a stop, both girls watched in silence. "Let's go this way."

"Before the staircase moves again," Ron muttered hastily.

All four hurried off the stairs and opened the closed door. The corridor was dark and gloomy: statues set in stone, no light to be seen. "Does anybody feel like we shouldn't be here?" Ron asked smugly.

"We're not supposed to be here." Ivy signified in response. Hermione continued cautiously, "This is the third floor. It's forbidden."

Instantly, the cold touches burned alight, signifying that they've been spotted. "Let's go." They turned back immediately yet was faced with an unpleasant barrier; Filch's Cat.

Ivy inhaled an anxious breath, thinking how problematic her first week had already been. Hermione was the one to state the obvious, which made the quartet run in the opposite direction.

With each step the forced, the more palpitations Ivy felt blooming in her chest. When they reached the end of the forbidden corridor, they were met with another locked door; a dead end

"Oh, move over!" Hermione ushered. "Alohomora."

Once they had ushered into the darker room, Ron looked at Hermione with a questioning glance. "Alohomora?" Ivy rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Standard Book of Spells, Chapter Seven, Ron."

The four stayed silent until it was certain that Filch had left in defeat. "It was locked," Hermione said subtly.

"And for a good reason."