A/N: Thanks to the encouragement of my friends, here is another chapter.

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Chapter 2: Etched

"Pipy!!!!" Phillipa's younger cousin called her name.

"Yes Alex?" Pipy asked as she lugged her trunk into the car. Pipy was glad to be talking to her instead of having to talk to her parents or brothers. Alex was almost Pipy's age. She was a year younger than Pipy, which meant that she would join Pipy next year at Hogwarts, but so would Phillip.

"I can't believe you are going to Hogwarts!!! And without me! I sure am going to miss you, just as Madison would. I wish she could be here, but I hear that they couldn't come because Catherine was ill. Oh well," Alexandria finished and hugged Pipy.

"Thanks Alex. I wish you could come with me," Pipy said with sadness, "But thankfully none of my family will be going." Pipy added the last in an undertone and Alex caught none of it.

"What was that Pipy?" Alex inquired about Pipy's last note.

"Oh nothing," Pipy professionally covered up, as she so used to doing to her mother.

"Phillipa! Over here please, child," Pipy's father Percy called, sounding all nice and kind. But Pipy knew that that tune was false.

Pipy slowly approached her father. Her younger brother, Phillip, was by his side. "Yes father?"

"Are you ready to take your place at Hogwarts school of Wizardry?" Percy conveniently forgot the Witchcraft part, and his tone was harsh, just like Phillip's had been the day before. "And keep up the family pride? You do know that you are the first Weasley to go to Hogwarts in over ten years."

"Yes I do father. I will keep the family pride," Pipy stated matter-of- factly.

"Don't give me that tone, Phillipa. Remember that you are only a girl, not like your brother here. I know I can trust him at Hogwarts and he will outshine everyone there. But since you are only a girl, just stay quiet and in the shadows till your brother joins you next year. Understand child?" Percy was one of the most hateful fathers anyone could ask for. He did not hit Pipy, but his words cut just as deep.

Pipy bowed her head. "Yes."

"Get into the car now," Percy said menacingly, then pushed into the car, the one with her brothers and thankfully, Alex. Alex had, unfortunately and fortunately, not heard the conversation between Pipy and her father.

"Ready to go, Pip?" Alex said excitedly. "I wonder if there will be anyone there like my father and Uncle George. Remember the stories they tell about their seventh years? With the portable swamps and fireworks in the halls?" Alex's father happened to none other than George's twin brother, Fred.

"Ooh yes I do! I sure there is someone there like them. Though Max and Adam could be just like the two," Pipy said happily, almost forgetting about her last conversation. The tone of Percy, though, would always be etched in her memory, no matter how hard Pipy tried to erase or forget it.

"Move over would ya?" Speak of the devils, Max and Adam were getting to the same car.

"We were just talking about you," Alex said charmingly.

"Oh you were?" Max said in a mock surprised voice. The boys were not quite nine yet, but they were becoming more like their father and uncle everyday. Maybe one day, Weasley Wizarding Wheezes would include the sons of the masterminds. The world could wait for that day indeed.

"We were. Pipy here was wondering if there would be any trouble makers at Hogwarts, and I said who knows. But in two years, Hogwarts staff won't know what has hit them! Well maybe they would, considering my father and Uncle George had been pretty bad. Poor Dumbledore," Alex said with a straight-face, as Pipy, Max, Adam, Phillip, and Peter fell into a bad case of laughter, though Peter was only laughing because everyone else was but oh well.

After Alex's line, the boys moved over to talk to Phillip. Though Phillip was mean to Pipy when she was alone or when the two were with their father, Phillip was never mean to Pipy around their cousins. That would make Percy include Phillip in his wrath of fire, because he had no wanting for his parents to know how he treated his daughter, their oldest grandchild -making her very special to them.

"Do you promise to write often?" Alex whispered as the cars stop at a traffic light, of which none of the children knew anything about.

"Of course. We always have when the summer is over," Pipy promised. All the Weasley families, in the last five years, go to houses by a lake in coastal England. Then when the last week of August arrives, the families all leave to go back to their respective houses. But the summer is always a favorite time of the kids. While their parents and grandparents were in the cabins, the kids would run around and play. This year, though, had been a bit different since Pipy was to head to school on the first of September. She had been gushed over, while all her other cousins had been playing about. Pipy enjoyed none of it, except when the adults all fell asleep.

The summer had also been the time of little Jemma Weasley's birth. She was Max and Adam's little sister and she had been born in the last week of July. She of course had flaming red hair, unlike Pipy who had curly brown hair. The only way one could tell she was a Weasley was that her hair held prominent red highlights. Otherwise, she may as well not be a Weasley.

Phillip along with Peter had bright red hair, which was another reason Percy hated Pipy so much. She was not the model of the name Weasley. She might make the Hogwarts school body think that Weasley's no longer had red hair. But they did. Pipy, with the exception of Lily and James Potter, was the only Weasley that did not have bright red hair. Grace Weasley (Ron and Hermione's second daughter) had dulled red hair, but still. You knew she was a Weasley.

By this time, the car had pulled up in front of King's Cross Station. Pipy took a deep breath and got out of the car.

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Ta-Da
What do you think?

A/N: I noticed last time I did not have a disclaimer. Oops! But as I said,
it was my first fic. But here is a disclaimer for both chapters:

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and all the characters in the books. They all belong to my utmost favorite author, J.K. Rowling. *Bows down to
author-hehe* But I think I own the characters I made up, like all the grandchildren and
Cesca, Charlie's wife. Or do I? *haha* Also Jemma is named after a very
good friend of mine, but I have not seen or heard from her in years.

Oh and if any one has anything to say, feel free to e-mail or review.

Ciao for now,
Mistress Hermione