Disclaimer: all these characters belong to J.K Rowling, except for the ones she inspired me to create.

One of These Days

What would you do if I could have you?

I'd let you feel everything I'm thinking

Wouldn't that be nice?

- Michelle Branch

Chapter One: Weasley Wizard Wheezes

Twenty-three year old Bailee Potter hung her head as she walked down the cold, wet street of the town of Hogsmeade. She shivered adjusting her long red cloak and glanced up at the empty coble stone road. As she walked past a pub called The Three Broomsticks, she recognized a group of kids inside. They were from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, enjoying a butter beer no doubt.

Bailee peered inside the dingy window, the group of students were wearing the "Gryffindor" logo on their black cloaks. In the far corner of the pub sat a young boy and girl who were fighting off nasty glares from their fellow students. Bailee noticed that the young girl was a Gryffindor student while the young boy was a Slytherin student. Bailee knew all too well how wrong it was for a Gryffindor to date a Slytherin. She shook her head and walked away from the pub.

Since there were so many Hogwarts students, her uncles' business The Weasley Wizard Wheezes was probably booming at that very moment - Bailee told herself. As Bailee continued walking down the street, she began preparing herself for a long day of work. Bailee was a cashier for The Weasley Wizard Wheezes, she was also in charge of the inventory.

"I'm back from my lunch break!" She announced but her uncles, Fred and George were too busy to notice.

Fred Weasley was standing behind the cash register demonstrating the effects of a box of Canary Creams on a young Hufflepuff student, while George Weasley was chasing a young Slytherin boy around the shop.

"You going to pay for that Basic Blaze box? Or are you going to pay for the damage you caused in my store!" George roared cornering the boy.

Bailee couldn't help but laugh as she walked into the employee's lounge. It was amazing how much energy her uncles had for their forty-seven years on this earth. She took off her cloak and hung it on the coat rack. Then she put on her "Weasley Wizard Wheezes" name-tag. She brushed back her long jet black hair (with white streaks in the front) and walked back into the store-area.

"Oy, Bailes when you gonna stop dressing like a bloody muggle?" Fred wanted to know as Bailee stepped behind the counter.

That day, Bailee was clad in a white shirt that revealed her stomach, but covered her back. A pair of dark blue jeans and black boots. She sat down on an orange spinning chair and smiled, "Oh I don't know…I guess I'll start dressing like a witch when Gryffindors and Slytherins get along!" She joked.

Her uncle began laughing while Bailee spun around in her chair. She noticed right then that the young couple from The Three Broomsticks had entered the store. The young boy had spiky black hair, similar to Bailee's older brother Trent, while the young girl had long silver- blonde hair grazing her shoulders. The boy held the girl's hand as the went to look at a box of extendable ears.

"Times are changing Fred." George spoke walking behind the counter. He had a couple of gold coins in his hand and gave them to Bailee, "ring up Basic Blaze Box please."

Bailee rang up the fireworks and then put the money in the drawer. Bailee had been right, The Weasleys were doing very well, there had to be a least eight hundred Galleons in the drawer. She was about to offer going on a trip to Gringotts to deposit half the money when George jumped up suddenly. Apparently, the young Slytherin boy was at it again…he had just got into a box of Deflagration Deluxe, more of the twins' fireworks.

"I thought I told you boy! Don't open fireworks in this store! That's twenty Galleons that is!"

George grabbed the boy by his collar and took the box away from him. The boy narrowed his beady black eyes at George. "Don't you know who my grandfather is?"

"I couldn't care less who your grandfather is! Either you pay for that Deflagration Deluxe set or get out."

Fred and Bailee stood up as the kid tried to free himself from George's grasp. The boy reached his pocket and pulled out a wad of Galleons. George took the money and let him go. The boy then kicked George in shins and ran out of the store.

George hobbled back to the cash register and placed the money on the counter. Bailee rang up the Deflagration Deluxe and then counted the money, "uh…he's five Galleons short…"

"Stupid git, bet his father is a Malfoy…" Fred trailed off.

"Actually the only last Malfoy to have a child is Alec Malfoy, and since he doesn't have any children that would be impossible…"

Bailee looked up from the cash register at the young Slytherin and his Gryffindor girlfriend. He handed her a box of Extendable Ears and a Skiving Snackbox. "You know Alec Malfoy?" She inquired, her voice going shaky.

It had been five years since Alec Malfoy and Bailee Potter had broken up. Alec had to leave Bailee due to an arranged marriage. Bailee shook her head, she was glad Alec and his wife, Raven, never reproduced.

"My uncle Angus Flint is good friends with him, why?" The boy replied staring at Bailee with his light grey eyes.

"No reason…that'll be fifteen Galleons."

The boy reached in his pocket and handed her the money. Then Bailee bagged the items and handed them back to him. "What is your name?" she wanted to know.

"Ian." He replied smiling at Bailee.

"And your girlfriend?"

"Oh, her name is Alice."

"No, I meant is there anything else?" Bailee responded, tilting her head towards a shelf of lit-up plastic roses.

"I'll take one of those rose please." Ian stated winking back at Bailee, while his girlfriend Alice began blushing furiously.

"Seventeen sickles please."

Bailee watched as Ian pinned the bright red rose on Alice's cloak. He took her hand and they strolled out of the store. Bailee smiled and sat down putting the sickles in the drawer.

"Ah nothing like young love." Fred spoke sitting down on a bright purple chair and propping his feet on the counter.

"Shut-up! If they weren't in "love" as you put it, you wouldn't have got your sickles now would you?" Bailee responded crossing her arms.

"Aye."

George walked over to the large window and used his wand to change the "open" sign to "closed". Then he leaned against the counter, clearly still furious about the Slytherin thief.

"Uncle George forget about that git, as far as profits go we did tremendous today! Look nine hundred Galleons!" Bailee announced.

"Yeah Georgey, that's not bad for our thirty-one years in this company!" Fred supplied, "we should go out and celebrate!"

Bailee nodded as she began putting the money into a large white bag. First they'd have to go to Gringott's and deposit the money.

"So where shall we have dinner?" Fred inquired as he and his niece stood outside of Gringott's Wizarding Bank.

Bailee leaned against a marble boulder and tried to fend off appalling glances from wizards passing by. Her top was probably too "revealing" for them. "Well I suppose we should head to the Leaky Cauldron and then to Florean Fortescue's for dessert. And then after that we can hang out at Gambol and Japes."

"Sounds like a plan!" George clapped his hands. He had just came out of the bank and was apparently in a much better mood.

Bailee smiled broadly, was it weird to hang out with your middle-aged uncles? Probably so, but she didn't care. As they walked past the entrance to Knockturn Alley, Bailee saw what looked like Alec Malfoy. She almost tripped over an old witch and when she looked up again, Alec was gone.

Bailee sighed, for all she knew it could have been Draco Malfoy…or any male with long silver blonde hair. She caught up with her uncles and followed them into the pub, The Leaky Cauldron. They entered the dinning room and pondered what to order for dinner.

"I remember coming here when your father was younger…" Fred stated as they sat down.

"Really?" Bailee replied even though she wasn't the least bit interested about her about her father. Bailee Potter knew almost everything there was to know about her father, Harry Potter. The entire wizarding world reminded her everyday of how great her father was…after all he was the destroyer of the dark lord, Voldemort.

"Yup…" Fred trailed off, "so have you decided what you want to do?"

Bailee looked up at her uncle as George came to the table with three butterbeers. "What do you mean Uncle Fred?"

"What he means is, darlin', you have so much potential. You shouldn't spend the rest of your life working for us at the Weasley Wizard Wheezes. You should go out and become an Auror like your dad, or a become part of the Council of Magical Law like your mum." George piped up.

For a moment Bailee didn't know what to say. She felt hurt, she liked working at the Weasley Wizard Wheezes… She knew she had potential but she was content with where her life was going. She wasn't her father, and she wasn't her mother, nor was she her brother, the famous Quidditch player.

"But I like working for the Weasley Wizard Wheezes." Bailee stated in her defence.

"We know that, hun, but you're much better than an ordinary cashier. George and I think you came to work for us because you needed a place to hide. You can't hide forever…" Fred told her placing his hand on hers.

Bailee pulled her hand away and glared at her uncles with her cat-like green eyes, "How can you say that? I'm not hiding…I just…"

"Bailee…we're sorry…" Fred spoke up as fried sausages and Shepard's pie appeared magically on the table.

"I get it, my mum and dad put you up to this right?"

"They are very worried about you Bailes, they say you haven't been the same since you graduated from Hogwarts." George piped up with a mouthful of pie.

"I don't believe this…how dare they…" Bailee banged her fist on the table causing a couple of people to turn and stare at her.

"Ah, forget about it, you're the best employee we've seen in years. You can find a job in the Ministry when you're older." Fred replied, but it wasn't what Bailee wanted to hear.

"Thanks Uncle Fred." Bailee replies sarcastically. She stood up and grabbed her cloak from her velvet chair.

"Where are you going? What about dessert?"

"I'm sorry, I've suddenly lost my appetite." Bailee told her uncles and stormed out of the dinning room.

She walked to the bar area and sat down on an empty stroll. The proprietor, Tom, was behind the counter washing a beer jug with a dingy rag. She ordered a shot glass of fire whiskey but didn't drink it.

"I can't believe it, even my goofball uncles don't think I'm living up to my potential." She spoke out loud, not to anyone in particular.

"Well maybe they're right."

Bailee turned around and saw that her older brother, Trent was standing behind her. Trent was two years older than Bailee and was a famous Quidditch player. He use to play as a seeker for the Chudley Cannons and then he got transferred to the Ballycastle Bats. He was with his girlfriend, Witch Weekly model Clarissa Haynes. Clarissa excused herself and went upstairs to where the guestrooms were.

"What are you doing here and what are you wearing?" Bailee inquired in a accusing-tone.

Trent sat down on a stool beside her and messed with his spiky black hair. He was wearing a long black shirt with fishnet arms and dark jeans. Clearly he had spent a great deal of time in muggle London.

"I am taking a bit of time off with me girlfriend. And you, what are you wearing? Your navel is showing."

"So? Your sleeves have holes in them." Bailee retorted rolling her eyes.

"That's the style…what are you having?"

"Fire whiskey."

Trent turned and looked at Tom who was making a butterbeer for an old witch. He ordered a fire whiskey then turned back to his younger sister. He had after all not seen her for months.

"So I take it Uncle Fred and Uncle George are here?" He inquired and Bailee nodded.

"They had a talk with you then? Mum and Dad were going to get around it eventually, but I guess they hoped they wouldn't have to." Trent told her before drinking his fire whiskey, which resulted in him coughing for an entire set of minutes.

Bailee just stared at him with amusement, he deserved it, she thought. Eventually it got annoying and she had to get him a glass of water.

"Thanks." Trent replied, his voice raspy.

"I appreciate the fact that my entire family thinks I'm a loser, well except for Brooklynn because she is in Hogwarts, but I am sure if wasn't she'd be telling me that I'm not living up to my potential too."

"Nah, I am sure Brooklynn wouldn't care." Trent replied jokingly but Bailee wasn't amused.

"Look, I know I could find a better job, but who really cares? I mean I make enough to live on my own and I am quite fine where I am in life. So I wish you, Mum, Dad and the uncles would all just bugger off."

"What about in the future Bailes? You don't want to be working for the uncles forever do you? Don't you want to settle down and have a family?"

"No, I don't thanks…and what about you? You're nearly twenty-five, shouldn't you be thinking about a family of your own?"

Trent raised his eyebrows, "actually, I was planning on proposing to Clarissa soon."

"Really? Trent that's great!" Bailee responded trying to hide her sarcasm. Her brother the famous sports star and his trophy wife, fantastic.

Trent nodded and grinned broadly, "I was going to take her home first to meet Mum and Dad. Then I was going to propose to her afterwards. What do you think?"

"Well if you love her, then more power to you I guess."

"Yeah." Trent responded happily.

Bailee stood up and brushed off her jeans. She glanced around the bar-area when she noticed the man from Knockturn Alley. He was sitting in the far corner of the bar, in the most darkened area. Bailee was about to walk closer to the man when Trent stopped her.

"C'mon." He stated placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Where are we going?"

"To London!"

Bailee stared at her older brother questionably. "Ok…"

"I want to show you this cool place it's a tattoo parlour!"

He put fixed his t-shirt while Bailee grabbed her cloak. When she turned and looked at the corner, the man that had been sitting there was gone. She sighed and followed her brother out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Why on earth do you want to go to a tattoo parlour?" Bailee inquired as they stepped onto the crowded street.

"I was thinking of getting a tattoo of Clarissa's name on my lower back, as a surprise." Trent said leading his sister down the street past a record store, and a burger joint.

"Oh Trent! You're such a romantic wizard!" Bailee crooned.

Trent laughed as they entered the tattoo parlour. Bailee shuddered when she noticed a young man lying one of the chairs while the tattoo artist was drawing a black rose on his shoulder blade. The young man was practically in tears.

"What can I do for you today?" A older female receptionist inquired. She had long blonde hair, hazel eyes and had an eye brown ring, a lip ring, and five piercing per hole. She looked cool in Bailee's opinion.

"I want to get a tattoo of my girlfriend's name." Trent told her.

"Aww, how sweet! Is this your girlfriend?" The woman pointed at Bailee.

"Oh, god no, this is my sister." Trent stated quickly.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Well that's good she's not your girlfriend because it's a curse to get a tattoo of your girlfriend's name." She informed them.

"Really?" He turned and looked at Bailee, "well…I always wanted a nipple ring!"

Bailee began to laugh, but she decided that since her brother was getting a nipple ring, she'd get a navel ring as well.