Disclaimer: I do not, sadly, own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. However, I do own all the children Second Generation! and Kelsa Joanne Weasley.
A/N: Kelsa Joanne is named for my two best friends. Joanne is for the girl who has read every chapter of my every single one of my fan fictions, who has read all my writing, and inspired me to keep going, even when I want to throw it all away and give up. Thanks Joey, you don't know HOW MUCH you mean to me! Kelsa for my other best friend, there through thick and thin, who keeps my confidence up, who helps me keep on hoping, when it looks like the sun won't ever shine. Kudos Kellie, this one's for you I hope you decided to actually read the Harry Potter series one day. I'll keep on trying, never give up! Just like with Tig. I love you two so much, you're like the sisters I wish I had. Instead I'm stuck with the rat that annoys me constantly, hindering my writing progress.
Okay, after that long and sappy A/N…ON TO THE STORY! I have to go find Sirius…excuse me
Harry, Ron and Ginny congratulated Hermione, Harry taking her in his arms in a tight hug, Ron mopping up her tears, Ginny cooing over the baby Fred held in his arms. They stepped out of the room, leaving Fred, Hermione, and their baby girl. Hermione's damp brown curls were glued with sweat to her face, her brown eyes filled with tired happiness. She glowed with the joy of motherhood.
A while later, Fred stepped out of the room, holding the baby in his arms, "Everybody meet Kelsa Joanne Weasley. Kellie, meet your family, extended family, and their friends." Fred said, looking at the Weasley's, Lupin's, and other people with pride.
Molly suddenly looked as though she'd been clubbed on the head. "I've had a marvellous idea! Everybody group up in families, then Kelsa can meet her family in their respective groups." Fred nodded his agreement, and people grouped up.
Fred brought Kelsa to Bill, Ziven, Casey, Brayden and Shawn. Shawn looked at the red, wrinkled little baby with an odd expression, while Casey and Ziven clucked and sighed, and Bill looked at his wife with the worry that SHE would want another one. "No." Bill said firmly as Ziven looked at him, Fred walking away.
George and Katie exclaimed over how adorable the baby was, while Maria and Sam talked of how much they loved their new cousin, and Charlie paid no interest to the little bundle in his Uncle's arms.
Percy and Penelope affirmed that the baby was very cute, and Percy expressed his hope that she would prove to be more like Hermione then her rather irresponsible father. "It's a pity we couldn't have one, isn't it Percy." Penelope said coldly. Percy winced, and Fred turned to the next grouping.
Ron said, "I hope we don't have a girl," to Fred, who laughed heartily, while Luna dreamily said that the baby looked like a cute toggle. A gnome's baby apparently. Selena asked if she could have a doll that looked like her new cousin. Ron said no.
Harry and Ginny weren't with their children, but Lily, Molly and Beth said the baby was precious, while Sirius asked if he could use her as a taste-tester. Fred nixed that idea. "Nobody's using my only daughter as a test subject." He said, as he went to see the Lupins.
Remus grinned at Tonks knowingly, then said to Fred, "Adorable baby you got there. Congratulations Fred." Tonks put her hand to her stomach, then kissed Kelsa's forehead lightly. Allie looked at the baby happily, and then tugged on Peter's sleeve, "Can I have a baby sister? I don't want another brother. You're enough." She informed him, her amber eyes wide. Peter laughed, and said, "I don't know. You'll have to ask Mommy. She is pretty though."
Jack, Ryan, James and Vanessa thought the baby was sweet, and Vanessa batted her eyelashes at James, who chuckled, and pulled her closer. Fred snorted, and turned to Sasha, Will and Alex, who informed Fred that she was more adorable then little Selena, who had been the youngest before the new birth.
"Did I miss anybody?" Fred yelled out, causing Kellie to cry. Ginny immediately rushed up, and cradled the babe in her arms, tickling under her chin. She glared at Fred, and then brought little Kellie back to her mom.
Hermione held her arms out, and took the little girl into her arms. "Hey Kellie. You're so lovely my little girl. My little girl." She whispered, as Justin and Jesse bounded in.
"MUM!" Justin exclaimed.
"How smashing to see you." Jesse added.
Hermione smiled weakly. "C'm here boys." She said, patting the bed on either side of her. Justin climbed up on one said, peering at his little sister, while Jesse climbed up on the other, brushing his fingers through his mother's hair.
"She's pretty Mum." Justin said, gently petting the light fluff that was his sister's hair.
"Like you." Fred said as he entered the room. He held a camera in one hand, and was dragging Remus in with the other hand. "Remus kindly offered to photograph us. The whole family; with little Kellie."
Hermione stayed in her spot, while Remus organized how everybody should be placed. Fred sat behind his wife, where her pillow was, with the new mother leaning against his chest. Kelsa was cradled in her mother's arms, and Fred had a twin on either side of him, an arm around each one. The three red-haired males were grinning down on Hermione and the baby, while Hermione had her brown eyes upon the baby, who's hands were flailing in the air.
Remus snapped the picture, and the four people above the age of newborn waved from the camera, and then looked down at Kelsa, who gurgled in her Mother's arms.
"What a cute family." Remus sighed, "Eight months until our third." He said with pride shining through his amber eyes. "Peter, then Allie, and now the new little one. Tonks is pleased. She's 45, says this is our last one. I believe her this time. But then, ten years ago she said the same thing, when Allie was born. Eight years before that, she said it was our first and last, when Pete arrived. I believe her this time though. I'm 55, no more kids, I'm going to be a grandfather soon, the way Peter ogles Thérèse."
Hermione snorted, "That French girl? With the strawberry blonde hair and the violet eyes? The tall, slim girl?" She asked, trying to remember. "I met her once. She seems nice enough. Bit hard to understand though." She added thoughtfully.
Remus nodded, "That's the one. She is fairly nice. They've gone on a couple dates. Peter's smitten. I'm not too surprised, always thought he'd fall for a fairly exotic girl." He added, "Someone…smoother, then his mother; Less clumsy and loud. Thérèse certainly is quite unlike Tonks. She's calm, quiet, and moves with such grace. Her movements are more fluid then those of Peter himself. Peter is graceful, only thing he got from me apparently. He seems to be channelling Sirius, it's really odd."
Fred nodded, and shooed Remus out of the room. The aging lycanthrope took the bouncing red-haired twins with him.
Having returned to their flat, Jack, Ryan, Peter, James and Vanessa started the clean up.
"Vanessa, you don't need to help. You sit down." James ordered, leading his struggling girlfriend to the black leather sofa pushed against the window while they tidied around the fireplace. "You can't overexert yourself. Remember?" He said, pressing his lips to hers in a quick kiss.
Vanessa frowned against James' lips, "I want to help!" She complained as he pulled away. "It's not fair to make you do all the work. Especially when whoever did this was doing it as a threat against me."
Groaning, James pushed her back against the sofa. "Stay here. I don't want you to be back in St Mungo's." He ordered, as he turned, and began to levitate books back on the shelves next to the fireplace, most of them being his or Jack's.
Jack was straightening the table and chairs thrown about in the kitchen, putting things back in the cupboards, while Peter took care of his bedroom. They were each doing their own bedroom. Ryan was helping James in the living room.
"Potter, let her help! It'll take less time, I've got a date!" Ryan whined. James hit him lightly upside the head.
"Shut up Keyes." James said, scowling.
Ryan stuck his tongue out at James, and said, "The living room's done anyways, the papers are back in the desk drawers, and the shatteredthings are back together. All we need to do is put the couch back in its place, and the two chairs."
Vanessa stood up, and smoothed out the red curtains hanging on the windows. James levitated the sofa back parallel the brick fireplace, then placed a comfy red velour chair on either side of the couch, facing each other.
"Kitchen's done." Jack said, poking his head into the living room. "I'm going to start my bedroom now." His head disappeared, and they heard his heavy steps padding towards his bedroom. Jack's bedroom was off the kitchen, like the living room.
"My bedroom's done. I'll help you Ryan." Peter said, leaning lazily against the doorframe leading into his bedroom, which could be entered through the living room, or the bathroom he shared with Jack and Ryan.
Ryan nodded, and he and Peter disappeared through a door that led into the study, which Peter had already tidied, before doing his bedroom. Ryan's rapid steps, and Peter's slow, lighter ones could be heard crossing the small room containing a desk and multiple bookshelves, and entering another room, Ryan's bedroom.
"Well love, that leaves our room and bathroom." James said. Vanessa took his large, tanned hand in her small, ivory one, and the two exited the living room, leaving it looking rather lonely. Their bedroom door was next to the fireplace, and as Vanessa straightened the soft red quilt and put the white pillows with gold trim back on the bed, James levitated their clothing back into their drawers, using the same spell Tonks had used twenty years ago to aid his father pack while in number four, Privet Drive.
"What is the plan?" A cold, female voice asked, the dark room enhancing her pale beauty. Candlelight spilled over the table, embellishing her pale hands, one clasping her wand, the other lightly letting the thick fabric of her forest green dress. Her pale hair fell over her shoulders, and glowed in the dim light.
One candle lit the whole dismal, dark room. The dungeon was currently housing a table, four chairs, and four people. A tall, pale man sat in one chair, across the young, blonde beauty. His face sported noble features, and a crown of slicked back blond hair the same shade of the blonde less then half his age. His eyes were grey, like a cold winter's day. His thin lips twisted into an ever-there sneer. His expression softened only when looking upon the young girl.
Another man was there as well. He appeared twice the age of the pale man who held himself like royalty. Curtains of jet hair, that looked greasy, but weren't, framed his sallow face, his nose the most prominent feature, overpowering his face, his black eyes, and his curling mouth, narrow cheekbones.
The fourth, and last being, was a woman. Unlike the younger woman, who you could just barely call a woman, she was really no more then a girl, this woman was on in her years, regal and aristocratic. Her hair was the colour of spun gold, shiny and thick, streaked with grey. The same age as the dark haired man, she behaved like a queen, and dressed and looked the same way. Her eyes were pale blue, and cold as ice.
"We will place the Imperius curse upon him. Order him to leave that girl he says he loves, and tell him to come here. We shall bind him, and then remove the imperious. Then my dear, it shall be up to you." The blond man said. He glanced at the man who was as dark as he was light.
"He has offered to help you. With love inducing potions and such. Or potions to help him forget her." He continued, motioning to the man who sat to his left, who offered a curt nod to the young woman.
She nodded, letting them know she understood. "What about the warning? We told them to watch out for her. They shall be on their guard. How do you plan to accomplish luring him to a place were he can be Imperiused without arousing the suspicion of the girl and his friends?" She asked, tossing her fabulous blonde head.
"It shall be worked out." The older woman spoke, for the first time. "Don't worry your pretty little head." She ordered, her blue eyes narrowed. "Your father will arrange it." She informed her younger acquaintance, while plucking at her opal necklace, which matched her purple-black dress perfectly. Everything about her was perfect. Not a hair out of place from her French twist, every single pearl button marching up her back in a straight line, following the curve of her spine, her jewellery all matching.
They returned to the Leaky Cauldron after seeing little Kellie. Lily, Sasha and Maria were sitting on their bed. Lily was carefully plaiting Maria's thick brown hair, trying to pull the locks tight without ripping out the hair her cousin so lovingly coveted. Sasha was lying next to them, pouring over the latest edition of Witch Weekly, her brown curls spilling over her shoulders.
"Hey girls. We've decided to join you." Alex said as he sat down on the pillow next to Maria's head, leaning against the headboard. Will nodded, and stretched out next to his sister, glancing at the article she was reading.
" 'No Frizz Curls'," Will read. He looked at Sasha, his expression serious. "I can see how important that is Sasha, you look like the pictures of Lily's Aunt Hermione in her first year." He told her, wincing as she swatted him furiously with the back of her hand.
Lily snorted, "Even Aunt Hermione wasn't that bad. Of course, now her hair is smoothed with SleakEazy" Her green eyes showed Sasha she was teasing. Which was a good thing, because Sasha was most proud of her smooth dark curls, and her soft brown skin.
A pillow fight resulted after that comment, the boys joining in as well, much to the surprise of Maria, who'd been rather happy that Lily had just finished her plait, as otherwise it would've had to be redone.
Later that night, Lily lay in bed, thinking of Will. 'Why am I thinking about him?' She thought furiously, trying to rid her mind of his cocky grin, his laughing black eyes, his black dreadlocks that fell into his face almost elegantly. 'Argh! I'm going to have to kill Sasha for having such a cute older brother.' She said, internally hitting herself. 'He is cute…and funny, and nice, and really smart. Pretty clever too.'
Meanwhile, Maria was thinking of someone very different. 'He's a good kisser.' She smiled dreamily. 'He's so cute.' Her blue eyes snapped open, and she quietly slipped out of bed, thinking Lily was fast asleep. She snuck into the bathroom, and pulled out her hair tie, and let her brown hair unfurl on her shoulders.
She heard a knock at the door, coming from the boys' room. She opened the door, combing through her glossy hair with one hand. "Alex!" She gasped in a half-whisper. The tall boy smiled at her, his brown eyes twinkling in a way his shy father's never had.
He shut the door behind him, "What's wrong Maria?" Alex asked, playfully tweaking a lock of his girlfriend's hair. "D'you want me to leave?" He asked anxiously, raking a hand through his brown hair, which curled gently at the nape of his neck, his face twisted with emotional pain. "I'll leave, if you want me to."
"No! Don't leave!" Maria said, grabbing his wrist. "I don't want you to." She informed him. "Let me get dressed, and we can go." She told him. Alex nodded, and kissed her lightly on the lips, before she slipped back into her room.
"What're you doing Maria?" Lily asked quietly, not wanting to wake their sleeping roommate. Maria looked up, her hand at her chest.
"Merlin you scared me!" She hissed. Lily apologized. "I'm going out with Alex." Maria answered. She pulled off her light pink nightgown, and pulled on a pair of jeans. She tugged on a white t-shirt, then a light pink, hooded knit sweater on top.
Lily nodded, "'Kay. Be carefully Maria." She warned, before rolling onto her side and closing her eyes.
Well, that's it. Thanks to my faithful reviewers Aria-Wolfstar and Fairy-GYAKUTENNO-MEGAMI. You two are the best… Can anyone guess who the four people in the dark room were?
