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A/N: I got such a great response to the story "This is Why I Don't Drink" that I had to try my hand at a sequel. The sequel will be in diary format, kind of. I'm sure you have all learned by now that I don't do anything the normal way.

Learning By Doing

Chapter One: Wren Speaks Out

Harry Potter is the greatest legend in all of wizard history. He studied under Albus Dumbledore and was hand chosen to take his place after the older man retired and began to travel the world. Harry defeated the most powerful dark wizard ever, and when Voldemort resurrected himself, Harry defeated him permanently. He's awesome.

He's my dad.

"Wren! We've got fifteen minutes before we head to the station!" Mum called up the stairs. "If you aren't packed, I'll pack you myself!"

Mum always packs my trunk. I don't know why she even asks me. She knows I'm going to ignore her until she comes and does it herself. My brothers, morons that they are, were probably packed three days ago. JJ and Sy spend too much time trying to be the children that every parent dreams of. We're fifteen now, going into our fifth year at Hogwarts. Dad always goes early to get things set up. Mum goes with us, and helps Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing. My younger siblings are now all in Hogwarts also. Ced and Remi are in their fourth year and the youngest two; Pol and Pru were starting just this year. Pru's my only sister, which means we're outnumbered, but it's still better than Mum's childhood. She was the youngest of seven and the only girl. I'm at least second oldest of seven, though only by three minutes.

"Wren?" Pru asked, coming into my room with a quick glance over her shoulder. "Do I look all right?"

I looked at my sister and bit back a laugh. She herself looked the same as always, curly black hair and big velvety brown eyes behind round glasses and a faint spray of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her clothes looked like Pol had dressed her, and he has notoriously bad taste.

"No. You look awful, why do you let Pol pick out your clothes?" I answered honestly.

Tears pooled in her eyes. "It makes him happy. But I don't want to be laughed at on my first day!"

I headed to Pru's room to dig through her trunk (which she had packed a month ago) to find anything else.

I know I come across as heartless, but when you're the older daughter of Harry Potter and you look just like your mother you have to do something to discourage people from harassing you. JJ, Sy, and Pol all looked just like Dad, Pru was and amalgamation of both our parents and Ced and Remi looked a lot like our uncles Fred and George. We were a strange little…. um, big family.

"Wren! You didn't even start packing! What are you doing?"

"I'm helping Pru get a better outfit. This one looks terrible on her."

We heard a long-suffering sigh from my room and just a moment later Mum came in and shook her head.

"I packed your room up again. I think you do that on purpose…and you've unpacked Pru!"

I had to smile. It was times like this I could see why everyone in our family told me I was just like Mum.

With a flick of her wand, Mum repacked Pru and shooed us out the door.

"Miss Val!" Mum called.

"Yes Ma'am?" our housekeeper Valerie replied leaning out of the kitchen as we headed down the stairs.

"Could you ask Dorna to get the trunks to the station. I believe I'll have my hands full getting the kids there."

"Not a problem. Do you want Levi to go with you?"

Mum thought for a moment. "It might be best, then he can bring the car back."

And so, we were all on our way to school.

Dear Diary,

Here we are, fifteen and nothing to show for it. When Dad was fifteen he'd survived the Avada Kedavra, his crazy muggle relations, trials from all of the teachers (with help from Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron), a Voldemort-possessed professor, two Quidditch seasons, an evil diary, a huge basilisk, Dobby the house-elf, dementors, Death Eaters, Dolores Umbridge, the Tri-Wizard Contest, the Cruciatus, the Imperious, more death than I'll ever see, and Gilderoy Lockhart. All I've survived is my siblings. Why is it that nothing exciting ever happens to me? I want an adventure!

This is the first chapter. I know it's short, but this is only the beginning!