Chapter 2

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"So," Meredith Weasley began, looking at Ron Potter evilly, "Have you decided yet?" Ron was hanging upside down from a tree over the swimming hole near The Burrow, where Mere, Gina and Ron were spending their day. Ron grinned.

"Yup." He flipped himself back onto the ground, and threw both girls into the water easily. "You lose!" He yelled, as both girls swam back to shore.

"So you won't help?" Gina asked, big blue eyes widening even further. Georgina and Meredith Weasley were twins. They were Fred Weasley's eldest children and even bigger troublemakers- according to him and Angelina –Than either of the senior twins had been. Along with Ron, they made the Terrible Trio. Both girls had strawberry blond hair and twinkling blue eyes. All in all, they looked like perfect angels, and acted like perfect terrors.

"No. I'll help you prank Snape, and I'll help you prank Desmona Malfoy, but I won't help you prank Gwynny."

"Why not?" Mere asked, her bottom lip trembling.

"Because she's my sister, and Mum would kill me." Ron replied.

"And how's she gonna find out?" Gina asked.

"Believe me, she will."

"But Ro-on, it's a tradition." Mere whined. "All the new Gryffindors have to go through it."

"How do you know she'll be a Gryffindor?" Danniella Weasley, the eldest of Uncle Ron's brood asked. Ron, Mere and Gina all looked horrified.

"Of course she'll be a Gryffindor!" Ron exclaimed. "She's a Potter!"

"And a Weasley!" The twins added.

"Ah, but not all the Potters are straight and true Gryffindors, or didn'tcha realise that? Uncle Harry was going to be a Slytherin, the Sorting Hat said so." Danniella said, smirking. "Oh well, ta ta." She began to walk off, carrying a thick book.

"Daniella! Wait! How do you know she won't be put in Gryffindor?" Ron asked desperately. "Me and Kati are Weasley-Potters too, and we were put into Gryffindor." Danniella turned around, her bluey-grey eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Ahh, but you're more like Auntie Ginny, for all Kati looks like Uncle Harry. Gwynny however…" She trailed off. "Now, I really must go." She left, heading back towards The Burrow. Ron looked at the other two, wide-eyed, and worried.

~*~

Gwynny sat by her favourite tree, fiddling with a piece of grass. She heard footsteps, which she recognised as Kati's she looked up, and smiled at her older sister in greeting.

"Hi." Kati sat down next to her.

"Hi yourself." She responded. "What was with the outburst back there?" Gwynny sighed, and began to braid the shreds of grass. Kati waited in silence.

"It's just so annoying!" Gwynny finally said. Kati remained quiet, but Gwynny could feel her curiousity. "I feel like I'm still a little kid, and I can't take care of myself. Granted, I'm not a teenager or anything, but I'm the same age as Dad was when he faced Voldemort for the second time. And I'd like to think I'm mature enough to know when I'm feeling ill, or whatever. Sometimes… it really makes me angry. I'm scared, Kati." She looked at her sister with big eyes, knowing that Kati was too used to her conversation jumps to be confused for long.

"About what, Gwynny?" Kati asked.

"About Hogwarts. What if I'm in Slytherin? Will you hate me, 'cause I'm not a Gryffindor, and there's all that rivalry?"

"First of all, Gwyn-Elf, you wouldn't be in Slytherin, you aren't that sort of a person, and second, even if you were, I'm your sister, and I love you." She gave Gwynny a hug. "I'd never abandon you just because of a stupid house. I mean, look at Danniella and I, we're best friends, even though she's a Ravenclaw, and I'm a Gryffindor. We're family, even if we're in different houses, and I wouldn't care if she was in Slytherin, I'd still be her friend. You could be Voldemort's daughter, and, because I know you're a great person, I'd still be your friend."

"Really?" Gwynny asked, needing more reassurance,

"Well… no. If you were Voldemort's kid, I'd probably hate you, but you're not, so don't worry." Gwynny grinned.

"You are such a moron." She said happily. Kati ruffled her already messy red curls, and pulled out a twig. "Thanks, sister dear." Gwynny said dryly.

"You're welcome." Kati said cheerfully, and stole one of Gwynny's muffins.

***

"Do you believe people can be truly evil?" Adrienne Granger-Weasley, 11 years old, and just as shy as Gwynny, asked. Gwynny shook her head.

"No. I don't. I believe that people can be so consumed by hatred that they become almost totally evil. But I still believe that everyone has a little bit of good in them, even if it's only a smudge."

"Kind of a weird word to use, don't you think? Considering smudges are dirty?" Adrienne asked, pushing her glasses back up her freckled nose, and looking at one auburn braid critically.

"Here, let me try something with your hair." Gwynny said. "And yes, I guess it is sort of a weird word to use, but oh well."

"I'm going to Beauxbatons, did you know?" Adrienne asked proudly.

"Yup. Congratulations. All that work you did with French paid off, correct?"

"Uh huh. But you're just as good, if not better, why aren't you going there?" Adrienne asked.

"Three guesses, and the first two don't count." Gwynny said angrily.

"Auntie Ginny and Uncle Harry?"

"Correct, as always."

"They've got to stop being so protective of you." Adrienne's eyes shone with mischief. "Wait until Auntie Ginny sees what you can do on a broom."

"Don't remind me. She'll go bonkers if she finds out I've been using my ballet and gymnastic moves on a broom. She doesn't even know I know how to fly. I went through so much work to get permission to take ballet and gymnastics on the ground, what's she gonna say when she knows I've been practicing 50 feet above the ground?" Gwynny shuddered.

"She'll go mental." Adrienne breathed, blue eyes shining.

"That's for sure."

"Dinner!" Grandma Molly called.

"Great!" Exclaimed Adrienne who, according to Mum, Dad and Auntie Hermione, had inherited Uncle Ron's appetite. Gwynny trailed after the over-excited teen, and grabbed a little of everything. Then, she moved down to the very end of the table, where Millie Weasley sat, the youngest of Fluer and Bill's children, which were all girls. Millie was only 2, and definitely in the terrible stage. But at least she's quiet. Gwynny thought with relief. Then she winced, as Millie let out an ear-splitting shriek when a garden gnome ran across the yard, Oops, thought too soon. She finished her meal quickly, and walked over to the most secluded area of the garden. Once there, she sat down in the middle of the June Lilies, which shouldn't really have been blooming in the middle of August. She breathed in the sweet scent, and smiled happily. Silence truly is golden. She thought.

***

"Abrahams, Mitchell"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Abrahams, Michelle"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Abrahams, Justine"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Abrahams, Justin"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Gwynny watched in amusement, as four exactly identical 11-year-olds were sorted. The only difference was that the boys had short hair and the girls… well, they had short hair too, but their hair reached their chins. They all had pitch black hair, and eyes that were just as dark, set in golden faces, with the traditional Egyptian eyes, which indicated their origins.

"Duncan, Mark"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Gwynny tuned out, until,

"Malfoy, Lorelei."

"SLYTHERIN!" The pretty blond haired, blue eyed girl walked to the Slytherin table, and the girl who must be her older sister Desmona grinned at her. Finally,

"Potter, Gwyneth" Was called. She walked over to the Hat, ignoring the stares she was getting, even from some of the teachers. She put it on her head.

~Ah, another Weasley-Potter.~

That's right. She thought.

~Good, good. Now, where to put you, hmm. You're fiercely loyal, but I think you'd find it dull in Hufflepuff. Ah, a fine mind, a mind only made stronger by incessant studying, but remember, all study and no play makes Jill, or, in this case, Gwynny a dull girl.~ Gwynny giggled. ~Quite a bit of cunning, and a thirst to prove yourself, you'd do well in Slytherin…~

No! Gwynny thought adamantly.

~No need to shout. Right, well, if you're sure, better be…~

~Preview For Chapter 3~

She continued walking, and ended up bumping into a 14-year-old girl with long blond hair, and big dark eyes. She was wearing Slytherin robes. Desmona Malfoy. Gwynny thought in terror. Malfoy's lip curled.

"Well well well. What have we here." She said coldly. "Hmm, I'd say you were a slimy Weasley, but I know you're a Potter by the eyes. Still, you have Weasley blood in you. What are you doing roaming the halls so late, you worthless weaslette?"