I don't own any of JK Rowling's character (just their offspring, and probably not even that…)

Weasley's The Name- Chapter 3

Anthony, Jacob, and Brian found an empty compartment, and as soon as they shut the door, the opened the Marauder's Map by saying,

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." Immediately, a map of Hogwarts appeared, and various dots running around.

"I guess they're getting ready, huh?" Jacob said, watching a dot that said 'Peeves' bouncing around a room. "What the heck is wrong with him?" He wondered.

"That's Peeves the Poltergeist." Anthony said knowingly. The two other boys stared at him oddly. Anthony blushed. "I read it in Hogwarts, A History- New Edition, didn't you guys read anything?"

"No." They both answered. Anthony rolled his eyes and sunk back into his seat, having Marauder jump onto his lap.

There was knock at the door, and when it opened, it revealed a sea of red. Brian quickly hid the map as Fred, George, Annie, and Mary all came in. Mary the oldest, smirked at the younger boys as she touched her 'Head Girl' badge.

"Don't want to be seen with your cousins, eh?" She laughed, sitting on the other side of the compartment. George grabbed Brian into a headlock, rubbing his knuckles into his brother's skull.

"Owwww!" Brian wailed, trying to knock his brother off of him. The others laughed, when Mary finally pulled George off of him.

Fred jumped next to Anthony, causing Marauder to flop out of his lap. Annie scooped down to pick him up, the second year Gryffindor always had an infatuation with animals.

"He's so cute!" She exclaimed as Marauder played with one of her pigtails. Anthony smiled and took Marauder back.

"Did you guys hear about the fair at Hogsmeade this year? Year round!" Fred said, really looking at only George and Mary. The two nodded, smiles spreading across their faces. "It's going to be so much fun!"

"What do you mean?" Jacob asked, getting very interested. Fred rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Doesn't apply to you, you're only in first year. First and second years aren't allowed at Hogsmeade." He snickered. George also laughed while the younger kids groaned. Mary shook her head.

"Not this year, Fred, second and first years will be able to go to Hogsmeade twice this year, only because of the fair."

"Yay!" The younger ones cheered. Fred and George groaned, thinking about having to take their siblings and cousins along with them.

There was another knock at the door, and this time, a tall dark haired boy stood in front of them, leaning against the doorframe. He seemed very strong under his robes, and the way his hair fell in front of his eyes gave off a very mysterious vibe. Mary stood up immediately, blushing.

"Hey Michael." She said sweetly. He smiled at her and entered the compartment, smiling at the others.

"Want to see my new robes?" He asked softly, winking. Mary's face blushed even deeper, and nodded, waving goodbye to the rest of her family and leaving the room with Michael.

"Oh, that's her boyfriend, he's so wicked." Annie said, blushing as well. "The Quidditch team captain, he is. He plays Keeper, he's absolutely amazing."

"Ah, you just think he's cute." Fred said, nudging his sister. Annie's blush deepened as she shook her head. The boys laughed, leaving the only girl to bury her head in her hands, laughing as well.

"Well, whom should we watch out for?" Anthony asked, rubbing Marauder behind the ears.

"Just Slytherins, really. Everyone else seems to get along just fine, but they…they like to keep to themselves." George explained. "Oh, but specifically, stay away from the Malfoys. There are three of them, the head boy, Stephen, a fourth year, Richard, and a second year, Malcolm. They're especially vicious to um…" His face reddened as he looked away from Anthony and Jacob. The others did as well, their faces burning.

"Especially to what?" Jacob asked, clearly confused. Anthony rolled his eyes and nudged him in the gut.

"We're half…you know, mudbloods." He whispered. Jacob's eyes widened at Anthony's use of word.

"Oh, but, Mum was her grade's valedictorian, if that doesn't make her a great witch, what does?" He asked, looking around.

"To some people it just doesn't matter." Fred said softly. Jacob smirked, leaning back into the soft seat. The conversation died soon after, and soon it was time for them to go get into their robes.

In the Great Hall, the First Years stood nervously in front of the rest of their peers. Professor McGonnagal sent the twins horrified stares, remembering her many detentions with the original Weasley twins. Jacob snickered, but Anthony's stomach had churned.

In the center of the head table was Headmaster Dumbledore, a good friend of the family. Harry sat to his left, and right next to Harry was Professor Snape, who still glared with the same evil eyes. Other teachers that the first years didn't know were also sitting at the table, applauding each and every one of the new first years. (Nicole Adams had just been sorted into Ravenclaw.)

Anthony stared with terrified eyes at the Sorting Hat, wondering what it was thinking. It had already sung its song, and was on the D's now ("DIGGORY, ALEXIS…RAVENCLAW!")

"Oy Anthony." Jacob whispered to his brother. "Do you really want to be in Ravenclaw?" Anthony turned to his brother, surprised that he was even concerned.

"I think I would fit in best there." He said, rubbing his eyes. Jacob bit his lip and looked at the Sorting Hat.

"We can't be the new Weasley twins if you are." He said, barely looking at his brother. Anthony smirked,

"But I don't do any of the things you want to do. You wouldn't have fun with me." He explained, trying to make his brother realize that he didn't need him. Jacob turned to Anthony, his eyes almost pleading.

"You'll never know how much fun we could have." Jacob winked at his brother, and watched as the Sorting Hat reached the H's

"HAGRID, BRIDGET!" All of the Weasley's eyes widened as a rather tall first year stepped out of the crowd, though she had already been sticking out. Her brown hair fell to the back of her knees, and her huge stature towered over all of the boys.

"Merlin! That has to be Hagrid's daughter!" Brian exclaimed, grabbing his hair. Jacob rolled his eyes and pushed his cousin.

"Really? I couldn't tell!" The three boys laughed as the Sorting Hat shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Time passed, and the sorting ceremony seemed to lose all of the Weasley's attention, until,

"PARKINSON, TAYLOR!" Anthony's head shot towards the girl, and he smiled. Jacob and Brian also smiled.

"Whoa! She's someone I'd like to fancy." Jacob said, nudging Anthony. Anthony rolled his eyes and watched as Taylor took dainty steps up the small set of stairs.

She sat on the stool and almost winced when the Sorting Hat was put on her head. It had been the longest decision by far, and the Sorting Hat seemed to be quite perplexed. After a good few minutes, the old worn out hat shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Anthony's face became perplexed, wondering how a Slytherin's daughter made it into something other than the evil house.

"Hey, lucky us, huh?" Brian whispered to Jacob, although Anthony heard. Jacob nodded softly as he sent a look towards Anthony.

Finally, their turn had come.

"WEASLEY, ANTHONY!" Professor McGonnagal called. He took a breath, and he slowly made his way towards her. The woman smiled softly at the first child of Ron and Hermione's to get sorted. She had heard many wonderful things about Anthony, and she prayed that he too, would be a Gryffindor.

Anthony sat on the stool, and before the Sorting Hat went onto his head, he saw his brother and cousin send a wave of good luck. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the hat to begin.

Another Weasley, huh? Good Godric how many of them are there? I've seen…since your grandparents…twenty- two! That's the most of any wizard family! At least you're never alone!

Anthony chuckled softly with the Sorting Hat.

Well Anthony, you seem to have inherited your mother's amazing study habits, very useful. Ravenclaw, maybe?

Anthony bit his lip. "I don't know." He whispered.

My dear boy, I can see that you are torn between legacy and reality. Honestly, you will do very well in Gryffindor, but in Ravenclaw… you'll be bored after a few study sessions. I think you should choose Gryffindor, but… I'll let you decide.

Anthony released the breath he had been holding, and the Sorting Hat knew what it meant,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Anthony's eyes widened with surprise, and he saw all of his relatives standing up and applauding. He smiled brightly and joined the Gryffindor table, waiting for his cousin and brother. Brian was next, and he too was sorted into Gryffindor.

"WEASLEY, JACOB!" Professor McGonnagal shouted. Jacob nearly toppled over his own feet to get to the Sorting Hat. McGonnagal rolled her eyes, knowing that she was going to have to deal with him all year. She had heard about Jacob, too. Jacob sent her a charming smile, and the Professor just pointed to the seat.

The Sorting Hat barely touched Jacob's head when it shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

During dinner, the boys chatted about anything they could think of, and they couldn't wait to go to their dorms.

"How many first year boys are there?" Jacob asked, stuffing something rather…sticky into his mouth.

Anthony looked up and down the table, but he really couldn't tell the first years apart, why didn't anyone else look as nervous as he felt?

"Six." Brian said before Anthony could respond. The twins stared at him, wondering how he knew. Brian rolled his eyes and pushed his brown hair out of his face. "Weren't you guys paying attention? Those three, over there." He pointed his elbow towards three boys who were standing behind Michael and Mary.

One had blonde hair that barely reached his light blue eyes. He was listening intently to something Michael was saying. The boy next to him was dark skinned with curly brown hair. His eyes were a deep chocolate color and wire rim glasses rested on his nose. The third boy had hair that seemed to be like a mix of red and brown. He was also giving all of his attention to Michael. His eyes were…yellow? Gold? Anthony could not tell, maybe it was just the light.

"Should we introduce ourselves?" Anthony said, looking over at his brother and cousin. Jacob rolled his eyes and continued eating while Brian shrugged.

"Later." He said simply. Anthony sighed and continued to pick at his food, looking around the hall at the many different students. His eyes grazed over the Ravenclaw table and he noticed that almost all of the students had an open book in front of them. He smiled softly, knowing that he'd rather be chatting with his friends then reading right now.

In the Gryffindor common room, the first years talked with the older students, asking them numerous questions. Anthony made it his goal of the night to introduce himself and his brother and cousin to the other first years.

He saw them sitting at a table in the far corner, and Anthony grabbed Jacob and Brian and pulled them over. Jacob just followed his brother's lead, and Brian looked around the room, hoping to recognize someone.

The three stopped in front of the other boys, Anthony in front. The other boys looked up, and the boy with reddish brown hair smiled.

"Hello there, you guys first years too?" He said. Anthony nodded, and so did Jacob and Brian.

"I'm Anthony Weasley, this is my brother Jacob, and my cousin Brian Weasley." The three other boys stood up and they all shook hands.

"I'm Joseph Longbottom, my dad graduated with yours!" The blonde boy exclaimed, talking to Anthony and Jacob. The dark skinned boy shook Brian's hand and said,

"Are you Fred Weasley's son?" He asked, smiling brightly. Brian nodded, nervous. The boy pulled him into a huge hug and then looked back at him. "I'm Andrew Jordan, your dad and mine were best friends!"

Brian's eyes widened and he pointed a finger at Andrew's nose.

"I should've known! Oy, this is wicked!"


Anthony was very happy that everyone was getting along, when he realized that the last first year had not introduced himself.

"And what's your name?" Anthony asked. The reddish brown haired boy smiled, and Anthony was sure that his eyes were of an odd golden color.

"My name is James Lupin." He said simply. Anthony grinned widely, and shook James' hand again, firmly.

"We look like we're a pretty good group, huh?" Jacob said, pulling a chair over. "Now, when shall we sneak into the girl's dorm?" He said slyly.

"Jake!" Anthony exclaimed. Before he could reprimand his brother, there was a tap on his shoulder. Anthony spun around and he was now face to face with Taylor Parkinson.

She smiled brightly at him as the red head blushed furiously.

"Hullo Anthony! I'm so glad I was sorted into Gryffindor!" Taylor giggled, hugging him tightly around the neck. His blush deepened as he saw his older cousins standing on the other side of the room, laughing hysterically at him.

He didn't know what else to do, so he hugged her around the waist.

"I'm glad you were too! I didn't see you on the train, though." He said as they pulled away from each other.

It was Taylor's turn to blush and she looked away from him.

"Oh, I didn't know anyone, so I had a compartment to myself, all the way at the end." She explained, and Anthony nodded.

"Up to bed! Lights out!" Mary shouted, standing up on a chair with her hands on her hips.

Anthony waved goodbye to Taylor as she headed up to the girls' dorm, and was then pushed into the boys' dorm by his brother.

"How do you know her?" Jacob asked excitedly once the door was closed. Anthony shrugged softly as he trudged to his bed.

"I met her in Diagon Alley, we bumped into each other; literally." He said as he flopped onto his beds, smiling at his brother. Jacob stood over him, staring sharply at him.

"Well, if she thinks you're cute, then she's gonna think I'm gorgeous." Jacob smiled brightly. Anthony rolled his eyes and pulled his curtains closed.

"She doesn't think I'm cute." He shouted over the laughter that had entered the room. He heard Jacob jump onto his bed and giggles from the other boys. Anthony rolled his eyes as he imagined what his brother was doing.

Their first class the next day was Defense Against the Dark arts, and the Weasley's could not contain their excitement. Their uncle Harry has gotten much praise for his teaching methods, and plus the simple fact that he was their uncle.

"Where is he?" Jacob whispered, sliding into a seat next to Anthony. The red head shrugged, pulling out The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by: Quentin Trimble.

As soon as everyone in the class had settled down (they were taking this class with the Ravenclaws), the door swung open, and Harry Potter strode in.

Many of the students' eyes widened, and most of the girls giggled. Anthony and Jacob shared a wicked smile, and turned to Brian to see how he was reacting. He too, had the same silly grin as Harry stood in front of the class, one arm to the side and the other holding a goblet of what smelled like steaming coffee.

"Good morning class, my name is Professor Potter, and that is what I expect to be called for the next seven years that you are here. Please, do not ask me to show off my scar, although you might catch a glimpse of it when I comb my hand through my hair- that is it. Today is…Wednesday, so your first exam will be Friday. It will be on the summer reading that was assigned, which I'm sure you all read, right?" He smiled brightly and looked over his class.

All of the first years stared in shock, their eyes wide with fear. At that look, Harry burst into laughter, almost knocking his hat off of his head.

"That was classic! But seriously, who actually did read?" He asked, pushing himself up on his desk. All the Ravenclaw students raised their hands, and about half of the Gryffindors did, Anthony included.

Harry raised an eyebrow at his two nephews whose hands were not raised.

"Better than I expected…the test will be Monday, I'll give you guys the weekend."

Jacob and Brian released a sigh of relief and slumped back in their chairs. Other Gryffindors did the same, including Joseph Longbottom and a girl with brown curly hair, Nicole Spits.

Professor Potter took a deep breath and looked around the classroom.

"From looking at my class list, I recognize many names, and I'm proud to say that I was lucky enough to know them. Longbottom, Jordan, Lupin, Hagrid, Weasley…so many Weasleys!"

The classroom laughed as Professor Potter winked at the boys.

"Okay, I don't normally do any work the first day of class, I use it to introduce myself and get to know you guys better. So…let me begin." He pushed his wire rim glasses up his nose and began.

"In my time at Hogwarts I had many different Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, so I hope that I can see you guys graduate. Before you start asking me questions about all the stories you've heard, I'll answer them all with one answer: they're all true." His eyes shined as he saw the amazed looks on his students' faces.

"Er--alright, now that we have that settled…I've been married for eleven years now, and I don't think I could be any happier. I have four children, one girl and three boys; Lily's ten, Ronald's eight, Cedric's seven, and Jamie's three. I've been teaching here at Hogwarts for eight years, and my first class of students received the highest marks on their O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S., so I hope you guys are ready for some work."

He smiled again at his class, looking around.

"Now, who can tell me what spell you would use to disarm your enemy?"

Anthony's hand shot in the air, and out of the corner of his eye he realized that his was the only one. Professor Potter also looked around the room, clearly staring right through Anthony.

"Anyone?" Still, no hands rose. "Aw come on, even if you're not sure, give it a try."

Anthony was now waving his hand, trying to catch Professor Potter's attention. Jacob stared at his brother oddly, like the rest of the students were. He even went as far as to kneel on his chair, which caused him to topple over. The class tried to stifle their giggles, but of course, Jacob let out a snort that scared the black haired girl in front of them. But, Professor Potter did not take any notice. Anthony slipped back into his seat, his face burning red.

In the front of the room, Bridget raised her hand slowly. Professor Potter looked at her brightly.

"Bridget?" He said hopefully.

"Expelliarmus?" She said softly. Professor Potter nodded and clapped his hands together.

"Yes! Simple right? See, how many of you guys were thinking that?" He asked, looking around the room. Anthony rolled his eyes and kept his hand up, as a few other students also raised their hands.

"That's good. The point of this is to show you that my class is about being ready to be put to the test, and overcoming your fears. Don't be scared of me, unless you don't see my goblet on my desk…I tend to get cranky when I don't have my coffee in the morning…I've never been a morning person." He sent a wink to the class that made all the girls giggle.

During the entire class, all Anthony could do was bore holes into his uncle. The embarrassment he had endured wasn't what he was expecting from what he thought was going to be his favorite class. When Professor Potter dismissed the class, Anthony swiped his books into his bag and stormed out of the room, not even waiting for Jacob or Brian.

"Anthony!" Professor Potter called, following him out after the rest of the class had left. The red head stopped abruptly and pinched his cheeks. He turned around just as Professor Potter reached him. "Good, I'm glad you heard me."

"I'm all ears; Professor Potter." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Professor Potter raised his eyebrows.

"In these halls and classrooms I am not your uncle, I expect you to treat me with the same respect you would give any other teacher; five points from Gryffindor."

The red head's eyes almost fell out their sockets. Anthony felt the blood rushing up his cheeks and he felt the tears forming in his eyes. He knew that Harry-er-Professor Potter was going to tell his parents of his behavior, and that was one Anthony's worst fears- his parents' disappointment.

Professor Potter seemed to notice Anthony's dismay. He put his arm around the young boy's shoulders and started to walk down the hallway with him.

"Look, I won't tell your parents, alright?" He said as if he had read the boy's mind. "And about class today, I ignored you for your own good." He said softly. Anthony looked up at him, confused.

"But I made a fool out of myself, it was so embarrassing." Professor Potter laughed.

"Yes, I saw, but Anthony, I don't want you stressing over schoolwork like your mother did. She would've had a much better experience here if she had taken every thing a little less seriously, and I'm absolutely positive she still would've been valedictorian if she did." They stopped walking and Professor Potter smiled. "Just have fun, alright?"

Anthony nodded and then waved goodbye, running off to his next class.

Hope you enjoyed =)

Until then…

~~S. C. Hardy