Chapter One: Three Potters and a Weasley

"Dad, must I sit with Mel and Ali?" Wil Potter asked for the umpteenth time.

Harry Potter looked at his eleven-year-old son. "Wil, we have been though this before; you, Mel and Ali are triplets. You have to sit together or your mother might have a fit, and who else were you planning on sitting with?"

Wil sighed and looked up at his red hair, which was in spikes. He had got his mother's hair color and, thankfully, it was tame.

Wil looked behind him; the two girls in question, Melanie and Allison Potter were exactly identical, and both had the same long and shiny jet-black hair and brilliant green eyes. Wil also had their father's eyes, but his were behind round glasses.

"Harry? Where's Wil? He's not with Mel and Ali," Ginny Potter walked towards her husband, round tummy leading the way, along with the ten-year-old Dominic, whose nose was in a book and eight-year-old Andy, who was angry because his mother would not allow him to bring his broomstick. ("It would attract too much Muggle attention," Ginny had said firmly. "But Mum! Dominic gets to bring his book!" Andy had argued.)

Mel and Ali began giggling like mad as Wil rolled his eyes.

"Mum, I was just talking to Dad," Wil informed his mother as his six-year-old brother tugged at his sleeve.

"Wil, do you have to go?" Preston asked.

Wil nodded. "Wil, can't you stay and Mel and Ali leave?" asked Andy. It was obvious that it took all of Wil's and Harry's self-control to not laugh.

"Andrew Ronald Potter! What a horrible thing to say about your sisters!" scolded Ginny.

"Uncle Harry!" Harry turned around in time to glimpse a little red-haired girl darting toward him, just before she threw herself into his arms.

"Hello, Dream, glad to see I didn't miss you." Harry laughed as Dream Weasley hugged him.

Dream turned to Ginny. "Aunt Ginny, why couldn't the baby have come before school starts?" Not waiting for an answer, Dream continued, "Where is Avery?" The two-year-old in question wasn't in Harry's arms, as he usually was.

Again, before Ginny even got a chance to respond Dream, Ali, Dream and Mel had all wrapped their arms around Ginny's tummy, and with their ears pressed against it chanted: "Be a girl, be a girl, be a girl."

Ginny looked up to see Ron and Hermione Weasley, Dream's parents, laughing.

Fred and George had told the girls that if they chanted three times, "Be a girl" with their arms and ears to Ginny's tummy that the baby would be a girl. So, everyday, Mel and Ali chanted this. Dream would join in whenever she was visiting.

"You're so lucky! I wish I could have a baby brother or sister. I would even take Wil."

"Hey, I'm not that bad!"

"Says who?" asked Ali.

"It's important that you believe that, Wil," Mel said, as the three girls burst into giggles.

Just like always, Ron looked at his feet, and Hermione looked sick. After Dream, which they were lucky to have, it had been almost impossible for Hermione to get pregnant.

"Er, Dream, Mel, Ali, Wil, let's get you on the train," Harry awkwardly changed the subject.

"Yeah, good idea, I'll help, mate," Ron said as he followed Harry.

Ginny turned to her triplets.

"Now, Wil, I want you to make sure that Mel and Ali are safe. Don't look at me that way, young man! You are older, yes, even if it is only by an hour. Now, Mel, Ali-"

"And don't get Professor McGonagall all upset at you-" Hermione was saying to Dream.

"Don't tease your brother-"

"Don't get in trouble-"

"Do you understand?" both Ginny and Hermione asked at the same time.

"Yes, Mum," chorused all the kids in union.

~*~

Wil sat as far away from Mel, Ali and Dream as possible without leaving the compartment.

"Mum and Daddy are thinking of adoption, though they both want a baby of their own, not someone else's baby, so they aren't sure," Dream was saying to Ali and Mel.

"I think that-" But what she though they would never know, for the compartment door opened and two boys and a girl walked in.

"Hi, do you lot have room? Or are you full?" asked the boy with spiked black hair; the tips of the spikes were bleached.

"No, we aren't full; have it," Wil said, pointing at the open seats.

The other boy had brown hair that was sticking up in front.

The girl was a tiny blonde; she looked very confused and in awe.

"I'm Bobby. Bobby Tyler," said the brown-haired boy.

" Aiden Johnson," the black-haired boy said.

"Destiny McHerney," said the little girl in a small voice.

They all looked at the other four.

"Oh! I'm Dream Weasley."

"Melanie Potter, call me Mel."

"Allison Potter, Ali."

"Wil Potter."

"Dear Merlin, you're Harry and Ginny Potter's kids!" said Aiden.

Wil, Mel and Ali all nodded, looking almost bored.

"Your dad is a famous Quidditch player, and your mum is a famous Healer!"

Again they nodded, looking as though this was nothing new, and to them, it wasn't.

"Who are your parents?" asked Bobby.

"Ron and Hermione Weasley."

"Famous Quidditch player for the Chudley Cannons, and a writer for a mum! She wrote half the book list!"

Dream nodded.

"Wow," muttered Bobby and Aiden.

"Who's Harry Potter?" asked Destiny, looking very confused.

~*~

"Firs' years!" said a loud booming voice.

"Hagrid!" Mel and Ali ran to Hagrid, and after he scooped them up, they hugged him.

Wil, Bobby and Aiden walked coolly toward him with that 'I'm-above-this' attitude, whereas Destiny looked scared.

"Wow," she breathed upon looking at Hagrid.

"Firs' years, over here, four ter a boat," Hagrid bellowed.

The boys took one boat and the girls took another.

~*~

"Wow! Is that really the ceiling? I wish mine looked like that!" Destiny whispered to Wil.

"My mum said something about it being a charm," Dream told her.

Mel looked up at the staff table. Headmistress McGonagall was sitting in the middle of the table, and a sallow-skinned man was on the other side of her, his expression as sour as if he'd just eaten a lemon.

"I think Daddy said he was Professor Snape," Ali whispered to Mel. She turned to Dream. "Your dad's right, he does look like a git." All three of them started giggling.

One by one the first years were being sorted, so they began talking to each other.

"Shut up, will you?" asked Wil.

"Nope." Mel giggled.

"Johnson, Aiden." Well, that made them shut up in a hurry.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table cheered, and Aiden went to sit down. Again the girls giggled until all the J's, K's and L's had been called then:

"McHerney, Destiny."

Destiny looked like she was going to be sick, but walked slowly to the stool, because she was so tiny it took a while for her to get on the stool.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Just like with Aiden, Gryffindor table cheered for Hope, who went to sit with Aiden.

"Potter, Allison."

Almost at once the whispers started: "Potter, he said?" "Did he say 'Potter'?" "Potter as in Harry Potter?" "Did Flitwick say Potter?"

Ali walked quietly to the stool; the hat had barely touched her head when it shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Ali walked over to sit next to Hope as Professor Flitwick called, "Potter, Melanie."

The same whispers as before followed Mel to the stool.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Mel almost ran to sit next to Ali and Hope.

"Potter, Wil."

"The Potter boy?" "There are three Potters?" "Triplets?"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Wil walked with the same attitude as before, and sat next to Aiden.

Wil and Aiden whispered about Quidditch, and the girls giggled until:

"Tyler, Robert."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Bobby walked over to Wil and sat on the other side of him.

"Weasley, Dreama."

Dream made a face before she walked over to the stool. She hated being called 'Dreama.'

"Another Weasley? GRYFFINDOR!"

Dream ran to sit next to her cousins and Destiny.

Mel and Ali could already tell, as they began to eat, that this was going to be a great year.

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A/N I own nothing, not even the 'Be a girl' thingy, when my mum was pregnant with my sister, one of her friends told me it would work, and hey it did, lol.