Well, I
have read all your reivews. I must say, they're not many! What happened?
This
chapter finishes up the shopping trip, just letting you know.
P.S.
This chapter (and all the chapters before and after) is dedicated to Iris
(Nicole). Her grandma just died in the hospital, unplugged is the better term.
Lets all have a moment of silence. This story has nothing to do with death, yet
(I'm not sure if I will add death to this story), but I felt I should do this. It
was also the day after her birthday this happened. This is my present to her.
Happy
Birthday Nicole!
Sniff And to add to this, her parents were mad at her the day before and the day
of her grandmother's death.
Now, on to Chapter Three!
Chapter Three
Family Found
Mom was acting like she was a girl again. Something I
hadn't seen her do since two years ago at Christmas when she had received a
Christmas card from someone, she wouldn't say who. "Oh my word, Hermione! It's
been so long! I've missed you too! What are you doing here?"
"Fred and George, they're here
on business and we sort of tagged along." The woman called Hermione took my
mother's hand. "Oh come Ginny! I want you to meet my children!" She pulled my
mother after her.
I looked at my brother and
then at my dad. He still had that stupid grin on his face. When my mom looked
back at him, he went to join them and Andy and I were left to just stand there,
taking in what was going on. There were children,
six of them. A girl about ten with long bushy brown hair, a boy our age, two
boys about thirteen who were identical twins and two older boys who I couldn't
guess their age. All of them had red hair except for the girl. From what I
could gather, they were as surprised and annoyed as we were.
So Andy, wanna take a chance at saying hi? I asked him.
I guess so. Are these kids our cousins? He replied back.
Yup, why else would they look like mom?
You're
right.
Of
course I am. I'm always right! Did you forget I was the top student in the
class?
Brainy-ack.
I'll
take that as a compliment. I
walked over to the boy my age. He looked like all the other boys except that he
had brown eyes and a book in front of his face. "Whatcha readin'?" I asked him.
"Looks interestin'."
He looked up at me. Yes, up.
He was an inch or two shorter then me. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Oh, sorry, forgot that part."
I stuck my hand out. "I'm Alexia Lillian Potter. My mom was Ginny Weasley, now
she's Potter and my father is Harry Potter. We're cousins."
He took my hand and shook it.
"I'm Thomas Weasley. Don't ask me my middle name, you don't want to know. It's
obvious we're cousins, why else the red hair and freckles?" I sat there listening to his accent. I
hadn't heard an English accent in person and it sounded so cool.
"I guess so. That's my twin
over there." I said, pointing to Andy who was still standing away from the group.
"He'd want to introduce himself, but seems how he's not here, pretend I'm him."
I put on my best imitation of him, which was pretty good, considering I would
do that at school and no one would notice a difference in us. "I'm Andrew James
Potter, soccer player extraordinaire." I said, shaking his hand again. Andy, I hope you realize I just introduced
us. Better get over here.
He didn't reply, but walked over to us. "Is my sis trying
to impersonate me again?" He asked.
"Yeah, and she's doing a good
job at it. My name's Tom, don't call me Tommy of ya' know what's good for you."
He said smiling.
"Hey Tommy!" One of the twins
said. "Trying to sound impressive? Don't you know you should stick to your
books?" There was a smack as hand met head. The oldest boy had done it.
"Shut up Colin. Give my
brother a break for once." The boy said. "Go bug that girl from Midwest we saw
earlier."
"Shove it Mathew!" Colin
answered, glaring at him. "Maybe I should just tell Carol that you've been
cheating on her."
"But I haven't!" He snapped.
"If you do I'll...!"
He was interrupted by the
ending of the adults conversation. Mom turned back to Andy and me. "Alexia,
Andrew, I'd like to introduce you to your relatives." She turned me to face
Hermoinie and the man without the twin. "This is your Aunt Hermione and your
Uncle Ron. Their children are Elizabeth, the little girl over there. She's
ten." The girl nodded, blushed, and hid behind her mother. "Then there's Tom,
but you've already met him. Then there's Devin, he's fourteen. Lastly, Mathew
and he's sixteen." I turned my gaze to
the adult twins. "These guys, who act like they're still teenagers, are your
Uncles Fred and George. Fred's sons are Colin and John. They're twins, obviously."
"Do twins run in the family or
something?" I asked. The adults laughed.
"We're going to spend lunch
with them." She put some extra money into our pouches. "Why don't you, Andy and
Tom go buy your wands. I'll pick up your books and other equipment and we'll
meet back at the Four Witch's Restaurant at noon?" I nodded and the three of us
headed down the street toward the wand shop.
"It's sort of funny." Tom said
after a while. "When my dad, mom and Uncle Harry were kids, they used to hang
out together all the time and it was two boys and one girl. Uncle Harry was the
Quidditch player, Dad was athletic, but not much of a player, and Mom was a
bookworm and straight A student. I think I can cover that role."
"Nu-uh." I said. "I'm the
bookworm. I got top marks in my class."
"Yeah Alex, but you always
played really well when the class would play baseball. Heck, you were such a
good outfielder, the gym teacher suggested you try out for the league next
season, but you never did."
"What's baseball?" Tom asked.
"It's complicated. Basically
my sister could catch anything you threw at her, any size. Even in the middle
of the night and it was the size of a marble, she could catch it." Andy said.
"Oh..." Tom said, not really
understanding it at all. He stopped in front of a building. In it's window was
a single chair with a single wand on it. "Here we are. Warder's Wands. Right,
well come on, we can't stay here all day." He lead us inside the shop. Boxes of wands lay everywhere, some wands
were on chairs, others on the floor.
A small man about my height,
walked into the main room, which was where we were. "Ah...Weasleys I take it?"
He said. "Yes, my cousin told me about you. You know, the owner of
Olivanders? Yes, and what's this!" He said stepping up to Andy and I.
"Potter I take it? Yes, you have your father's eyes. but your mother's
hair and freckles."
"Now, who's first?"
Mr. Warder asked. Tom nodded. "How about you? Your the youngest son of Ron
and Hermione Weasley, correct?" Again, Tom nodded. Mr. Warder walked over
to a box on the floor and pulled out a wand. "Willow, eleven inches,
whippy. Phoenix feather. Try it." It didn't work. Neither did the next
seven, but on the eighth, it did. It was Mahogany, sturdy, twelve inches and
dragon heart strings. He paid seven galleons for it.
"I'll go next," Andy
said. The first wand he tried worked. It was white pine, ten inches, single female unicorn tail hair.
At last it was my turn. We
went through a ton, the pile slowly growing. We must have been there for an
hour. "Redwood, seven inches, dragon heart strings." Mr. Warders
said. It didn't work. None of them worked for her. Finally Mr. Warders stopped
and thought to himself. "I wonder...it's possible...I heard it worked for
your father." He climbed up a ladder to reach the top shelf. It was a dusty
box. "White pine, eleven inches, single female unicorn tail hair. Give it
a try." I took it and felt a warm growing in my body and exiting through
my fingers. "Interesting...Very interesting...." He mumbled.
"What's
interesting?" I asked as I paid sixteen galleons for both our wands.
"The white pine is from
the same tree, as is the unicorn hair. It seems you share a very close bond
between you two. Closer than most twins. I've had many come in here and none of
them had such a closeness in wand types as you." He answered, taking the money.
We left the shop and headed
back down the street towards the restaurant. I looked at my watch. It was
twelve thirty! "Oh crap!" I said. "We're late! Mom and Dad are
going to kill us when we get back."
"Mom's gunna give me a
lecture like you would not believe!" Tom said. "She has this thing
with being on time."
We raced down the streets,
passing people I would have recognized had I gone slower. Soon we arrived at
the restaurant. We had to push ourselves through the huge crowd to get to the
front of it all. When the waitress saw us, she told us to follow her. She had
that look about her that told me she was extremely annoyed with us being late.
My mom had that same look when we got back to the table.
"Where were you guys?"
She asked, her voice on the verge of yelling. "I specifically told you
guys to meet us here at twelve o'clock! What held you up?"
"Ginny, you're beginning
to sound like our mother," Uncle Ron said frowning.
"Well someone
should!" She snapped back at him as we took our seats at the round table.
"We were selling toilet
seats!" Tom said, making something funny up. At least he tried. Uncle Fred
and Uncle George smiled, but quickly stopped when my mom shot them a glare.
"Just kidding...er...getting our wands took forever. Alexia took about
forty-five minutes."
"Oh, well then, that's
ok." She said, cooling down and blushing slightly. I looked at the floor
and noticed many bags of stuff. They must
have finished shopping. I thought to myself. I just hope I can get a broom and an animal. Mom'll probably say no
though.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
After a long lunch, my
new-found relatives sadly had to leave. We said good-bye outside the
restaurant. Mom and Dad winked at our uncles and aunt when they said we would see
them soon. God I hate it when adults do that
. Mom turned to us. "How
about we go get you kids a special treat?" She asked.
"A broom?" Andy
asked happily. His face fell when Dad shook his head.
"No, you don't need one yet."
He said. "But we are going to get you something just as nice." They took out
blind folds and put them around our eyes so we could not see. We walked for a
little while and suddenly the air smelled of cat. I began to hear mewing
sounds. Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Andy?
The list said something about
brining a cat to school, didn't it? Maybe that's why we're here. He replied.
I'm getting a kitten! I'm
getting a kitten! I thought in a sign-song way.
"Alright kids, go pick one."
Mom removed my blind-fold. There were cats all over the place. The store was
Cats 'R Us. I began looking at each cage individually. I couldn't pick, they
were all beautiful. I wasn't much of a cat lover because I had never owned one,
so I didn't know the different types. All I had had was a gold fish named The
Big One. Andy owned one named The Small One. I must have looked at one hundred
different cages before they started looking cool. There were emerald-colored
cats, ruby-colored cats, and more. I finally came across the perfect kitten. It
was a snowy-white kitten and it was a match made in heaven. It looked at me and
began mewing pitifully. I couldn't resist. "Mom, Dad! I want this one! Please
can I have this one?" I began jumping up and down like I was five.
Mom looked at Dad. "It's
extremely expensive. Can we afford it?"
"Ginny, we can afford a whole
fleet of Firebolts if we wanted to buy that many. I'm sure we can afford this
cat." He looked at the price tag, his eyes widened and he stepped back. "This
one's expensive! More than I was planning on spending." He looked at my
pleading eyes. "Oh alright, will get this one."
I was about to shout "Yay,"
when Andy began pointing to a black kitten, as in night without any moon or
stars black. "Can I have him? Please can I have him?" Of course Mom and Dad
gave in. They wouldn't tell us how much they spent on it, but Dad was grumbling
about it when he paid for it.
With our many bags of stuff
floating beside us, and us carrying our new kittens in their cages, we headed
back into Gringotts. Night had already fallen, and we were ready to go to bed.
We headed back into the fireplace room and traveled by floo powder back home.
Leaving the bags in the living room, I slowly climbed the stairs and slowly
changed into my night dress. I was asleep before I hit the pillow.
Well, how was it? Good? I hope so. These chapters are taking forever to write. My parents keep yelling at me because I'm spending every hour of every day on the computer.
Oh,
well. Parents just don't understand these things. Writing fanfic is my life!
Which is quite pitiful.
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