Disclaimer: (I'm not sure what to write so here goes) I don't own any of the characters you recognize, only Emma and Rob, kinda, JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter and I'm just using them, (okay that's that, now the story.)
"Emma, Honey wake up," Ginny gently shakes her only daughter from her slumber and reaches across the bed to open the curtains, letting light spill in through the window. Emma groans and rolls over, unwilling to get up at such an early hour. Ginny smiles looking down at her, remembering her own first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Slowly Emma opens her eyes, then yawns.
"Oh Mum, do I have to get up this early? The train doesn't leave until 11." Ginny shakes her head.
"Sorry darling, we have to make sure to get on the Underground by 8:30 to get there by quarter of 11. I think even that's cutting it close. Anyways it's only 7. Tomorrow you'll be having breakfast at this time. Summer has spoiled you." Ginny tugs Emma's cover down to her feet and leaves the room to start breakfast. Reaching down blindly to pull back her covers Emma shivers in the suddenly cold room.
"Mum," She groans. "Stop messing around with the temperature. I like the warmth." Rubbing her eyes Emma slowly sits up, looking around her room. Seeing the packed trunk lying on the floor, her eyes spring open. Today's her first day of school. And more importantly, the day she'll finally go to Hogwarts. 11 long years of waiting and here she was trying to sleep in on a day like this. Jumping out of bed, which increased to temperature by 20 degrees, making the bedroom normal warmth for a summer morning, she rushes over to the dresser.
"Let's see, first day of school, wanna make a good impression, ummm." Kneeling down and reaching into the bottom drawer Emma pulls out a pair of khakis. Shaking her head she shoves them back in, this time pulling out a pair of black jeans. "What are these doing here, I though I packed them? Oh well." She says throwing them onto her bed to await the shirt she picks out. Pushing the drawer back in Emma turns and crawls over to her closet, looking for the t-shirt she had put aside for today. Digging through the pile on the floor and not finding it she groans and turns back to her dresser. Pulling out the one drawer that still has shirts in it, all the other ones having been packed, she looks through it, finally deciding on her light purple tank top. Throwing that as well on top of her bed Emma stands up and stretches. Groaning as her muscles strain she leans over to tough her toes.
Standing up straight again she smiles into the mirror over her dresser. Shivering out of excitement she quickly changes into her newly picked outfit. Running across the hall into the bathroom she searches under the sink for her extra brush. Finding it she takes the scrunchie out of her hair letting shoulder length wavy red hair fall out. Shaking her head before brushing it out, she tries to think of a way to wear it.
"Not down, it'll get in the way," Emma mumbles. "Up?" She groans. "No, maybe pigtails." Quickly parting her hair she pulls the two sections apart. Letting them go she shakes her head.
"EMMA, GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HER NOW!"
"COMING!" Emma screams back at her mother. "Okay, not up, not down I'll put it half up." And grabbing a clip she pulls back the upper part of her hair, letting the rest stay on her shoulders. Smiling at herself in the mirror she runs downstairs for breakfast.
"Where have you been?" Ginny asks. Sitting in the middle of the kitchen she's supervising the eggs cooking themselves, the toast in the toaster, and the milk which, at the flick of her wand, floats over to two cups and pours them both to the top. As the milk floats back into the fridge, the frying pan with the eggs dumps its contents onto two plates, which then hover over to the kitchen table.
"Getting ready." Emma answers, sitting down in front of one of the plates, picking up a fork to start eating. Ginny sits down in the seat next to her and points her wand at the two glasses of milk before starting in on her own eggs.
As Ginny finishes, Emma runs back up the stairs, two at a time, into the bathroom. Hastily brushing her teeth, Emma looks up into the mirror. Bright green eyes sparkling she smiles at her reflection.
"WE'RE LEAVING EMMA!" Ginny yells up the stairs before calling Emma's trunk down to her and out the front door to the car waiting outside. Trying to remember anything she forgot and run down the stairs at the same time, she misses the last stair and falls.
"Ouch," She mutters. "I'm okay," She calls to her mom before jumping to her feet and running out the door.
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"ROB! WAKE UP WE'RE LATE AND GONNA MISS THE TRAIN!" Harry yells up the stairs to his son, who on the first day of school is still lying in bed staring at the ceiling.
"I know." Robert mumbles. "I think that's the idea."
"ROB! UP! NOW!" Harry hollers putting a simple spell at the end which causes Rob's bedspread to disappear.
"Fine," Rob complains. "But only cuz you asked so nicely." He adds sarcastically. Climbing out of bed he groans, and rolls his eyes, wishing for not the first time that his father was normal. So he killed to the Dark Lord, big, freakin, deal. They weren't even able to buy Rob's books without being noticed. Not to mention buying a wand, where Rob had to hear his father's entire history from the shop keeper. Not that he hadn't heard it enough from Ron and Hermione who came to visit often with their own son who's 2 years younger than Rob. And now he'd have to see Hermione every day, since she was teaching at Hogwarts.
"ROB YOU'RE NOT DOWN HERE!"
"Rob you're not down here." Rob mimics his father in a high pitched voice. Reaching into his open drawer he pulls out a pair of baggy jeans, and his favorite red shirt. Throwing them on, he walks down the hall to the bathroom. Rummaging around under the sink he comes up with a comb and runs it through his dark reddish brown hair. Deciding against gel today he brushes his hair away from his piercing green eyes with his fingers. Ambling out of the bathroom and down the stairs he takes his time, knowing that if he's late his father'll have to resort to magic to get his trunk downstairs on time, meaning Rob wouldn't have to carry it himself.
"ROB!" Harry screams from the kitchen where he's attempting to make oatmeal.
"Here Dad," Rob says walking over to the toaster and popping in two pieces of toast.
"I made oatmeal," Harry says pointing at the smoking pot on the stove.
"Yah and I've had your cooking dad, so I'll pass." Rob says sitting down at the table and pulling out the comic section from the Daily Prophet.
"Have you brought down your trunk yet?" Harry asks, trying unsuccessfully to rid the pot of burnt oatmeal. Giving up he mutters. "Scourgify. There we go."
"Nope, and Dad…" Rob says not looking up from the comics.
"What Rob?" Harry asks, sitting down at the table and pulling the rest of the Daily Prophet towards him.
"We were supposed to leave 7 minutes ago." He answers pointing at the clock. Harry looks up at the clock and seeing the time mutters a spell, which, from the sound of it, was one to summon Rob's trunk.
"Let's go, now!" He says, running out to the car, with Rob's trunk following behind him. Rob jumps up and before running out of the kitchen bounds over to the toaster to take his toast out.
"ROB!"
"COMING!" He screams and runs for the door.
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A/N: okay I'm wicked excited right now cuz this is my first fanfic, so please if you read it review cuz I wanna know what I did wrong or right and stuff
