Once a Potter, Always a Potter

by WarMunger98

Harry is not the only Potter left. He was lucky enough to have a little sister born just before James and Lily were murdered. Follow their journey through Hogwarts and beyond as the tackle love, mystery and a war. They will meet new friends and be reunited with lost family. M for violence, language and later sexual situations/scenes. Hinny. Slowly updating.

5. September 1st

September 1st, The House sorting, First Lessons, and Rose's Birthday: Chapter five

Fate mused as he watched his ward prepare for the next stage of his life, the next stage of Fates plan. The boy was healing, both his mind, body and heart were slowly being sewn up through the love and compassion his wards guardians were bestowing upon him. 'But would it be enough.' Fate thought.

With the fanfare of birthdays over for the time being, Harry and Rose enjoyed the last few weeks of time together by lazing about the Evans house studying, or going off on adventures with the Weasleys. Since receiving Harry's gift, Ginny had found herself lightening up around Harry, even being able to engage him in conversations longer than a couple of sentences. What was Harry's problem now was finding a suitable birthday gift for Rose. Late one afternoon, a week before school started, an idea struck Harry. Since Ginny's birthday, Harry had been rummaging through his parent's old belongings, trying to find something of his mothers to give to Rose. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side, and all that he could find of his mothers were old books, journals, and letters, items which would not satisfy his need to provide for his sister. That's how he came to where he was at the moment, writing a letter in his room to none-other than Professor Dumbledore. Hedwig sat beside him, rubbing her head against his shoulder occasionally, waiting diligently to be dispatched to Hogwarts, her first ever letter. The snowy white owl was tingling with excitement over finally being able to fulfil her duty and deliver her companion's letters. Plus, Zeus had been constantly bugging her, besotted with Hedwig he was.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I must thank you once again for your gift that you gave me on my birthday, however I must ask whether or not you have anything of my mothers. I'm trying to give Rose a fitting gift after her marvellous gifts she gave to me. So far it has been nigh impossible to find anything suitable to give to her, hence why I am asking you. I look forward to seeing you again come September 1st,

Yours Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Harry stared down at his letter, proof reading it once more to make sure he conveyed his message appropriately, before rolling it up and tying it to Hedwig's leg. "Alright girl, make sure this gets to professor Dumbledore okay? And make sure he gives you a treat for being such a good owl."

Hedwig hooted in approval as she gave Harry an affectionate nip before taking off into the night to find her target. "Who are you sending a letter too?" Rose asked as she walked into the room.

Harry spun around at the sudden appearance of his sister, visibly taken aback by her arrival. "Just professor Dumbledore…wanted to…wanted to ah…to ah make sure I've got everything I need for school, if I needed any special items."

Rose seemed to accept his answer as she flopped herself down on the bed, picking up another of her mother's romance novellas. "Are you excited for school Harry?" Rose asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I'm actually really looking forward to it. It's much better then thinking about going back to primary school." Harry was certainly glad he wasn't going to ever had to deal with Dudley and his gang of bully's, although Harry did worry about the possibilities of bully's at Hogwarts.

"Tell me about it, at least this way we get to learn spells AND be famous." Rose let out with a smug smile.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Try not to be so vain my dear sister."

"Oh, you know I'm having you on, besides, we won't even have to try, specially you." Rose stuck her tongue out playfully at Harry.

Harry returned his sisters tongue insult with his own. "Yeah well, that's the only part I'm dreading. Imagine the expectations on us for being who we are, and who our parents were."

"Harry, you've been through almost all of your textbooks, you've nailed all the spells you've been allowed to practice, you're an excellent flyer, and most importantly you're a wonderful boy. I couldn't ask for a better brother if I tried". By this stage, Rose had put her book down and was staring lovingly at Harry.

Harry smiled at his young sister. "Thanks Rose, that means a lot. And the same goes for you by the way, couldn't wish for a better sister. Although I do wish she wasn't so sassy sometimes."

"Awh, but that's what you love about me Harry. Who would I be without my annoying sass and sarcasm?" Rose waggled her eyebrows.

"I would suspect that you would be incredibly boring and plain, and no fun at all."

"You've got that damn right Potter, you're lucky to have me." Rose smirked at her brother.

"That I am…Potter…that I am."

Soon the end of the month drew near, and before long, September 1st arrived. On the morning, Rose woke Harry up with a traditional pillow fight at 7 in the morning, before being tackled and tickled by one annoyed brother. Harry quickly got ready for the trip and got his things together before heading down to breakfast.

"Oh, Harry dear, have you got everything you need?" Juni asked, slightly distraught with fright over Harry leaving things behind, and partly sadness over having to let her grandson leave her to go to Hogwarts.

"All sorted thanks Grandma, what time are we heading to the Weasleys?" Harry plumped himself down on a chair next to his grandfather, lathering up a piece of toast with marmalade as Alex ruffled his hair.

"We'll leave here at 8, plenty of time for them to get their things together if they need to go back for something". Juni knew from Molly that one of the twin's or Ron were bound to forget something on the way to the station.

It was decided days ago that the Evans and Potters would travel with the Weasleys in convoy to Kings Cross Station where they would board the Hogwarts express to school. After breakfast, the Potters gathered up their belongings before getting into Alex's old Chevrolet Impala to set off to meet the Weasleys. Over at the Burrow, it was chaos, as the twins and Ron tried to gather all their school supplies that morning. Rose and Harry sat at the table with Ginny whilst the boys tried to get their things together. Percy, being perfect Percy, had everything ready the night before, much like Harry, and was currently sitting up in his room writing a last-minute letter.

"So, Rose, are you going to miss Harry?" Ginny asked her friend.

"Of course, she is, she's going to cry every night until I get back, aren't you sis." Harry cut in, smirking at his sister.

"Oh, ha ha Harry, just you wait and see, Ginny and I are going to get up to so much fun you'll wish you were back here with us, isn't that right Ginny."

"Damn right Rose, you're going to wish you were back here Harry. Oh, but don't worry, we'll make sure to send you letters, maybe." Ginny replied with a smirk,

"Oh, girls, you wound me, what am I going to do without my favourite two girls."

Ginny couldn't help but blush at that last comment, as Rose smacked her brother on the arm. "Stop being sarcastic you git, you're going to miss us, just admit it."

"Of course, I'm going to miss you, how could I not." Harry said, smirking at Ginny, entirely innocent and yet still full of mirth. Harry couldn't believe he'd done it until afterwards.

'Does this boy want to kill me' Ginny thought. She was burning bright red at this point, and feared that all these weeks of work on getting better around Harry would come undone in a matter of seconds. Harry noticed this, and thought better of it then to continue making Ginny uncomfortable, in fear of her reverting to her prior self. As much as Harry wished he could turn Ginny even redder, he knew when to back off. It didn't mean his heart didn't ache a little, which confused Harry even more.

Eventually the Weasley boys got their act together and managed to get organised, bringing down their trunks to be set by the door, ready for when they left. The three boys managed a few bites of breakfast before Molly came thundering down the stairs, telling the children to get their things together and head for the car. Juni, who had been helping Molly get things ready for the morning, ushered Harry and Rose out to the car to wait for the Weasleys. Arthur had already gone into work, so it was down to Molly to drive the kids off to the station. Loading into one car, the Weasleys set off down the road, only having to go back once to grab Fred's broom. Juni followed Molly all the way across the southern part of the country, driving into London at 10 in the morning. The two cars barely got there with 15 minutes to spare, as the twins rushed out of the Anglia to get trolleys for the luggage. Harry placed his luggage on a trolley provided by George as Rose carried Hedwig for him.

They marched into the station, Juni following close behind, heading straight for platform 9. "Now, Harry, Rose dear, all you have to do it run through that column there and you'll be on platform 9 ." Molly explained as she made a head count of her brood. The two Potters nodded their understanding at Molly as Percy went through the column and disappeared.

"Alright, Fred, George, off you go." Molly conducted the group like a stationmaster.

"I'm not Fred, he's Fred."

"Honestly woman, and we call you our mother." The twins teased their mother.

Molly made a shocked sort of expression with her face before she petted them both on their backs. "Oh, sorry dears, just go on ahead would you."

"Only joking mum, I am Fred." Fred cheekily smirked as he rushed through the column, George hot on his heels.

Molly shook her head in annoyance as she watched her twin sons disappear onto the station, their signature cocky grins spread out on their faces. Next up was Ron, looking rather nervous as he gained speed and then cringed before impact before disappearing through the column as Percy and the twins had. After Ron had disappeared, it was Harrys turn to go. Tensing up, Harry looked up at his grandmother who gave him a sweet nod. Having all the confirmation he needed, Harry gave Rose a grin before starting out into a jog, building up to a sprint, before bracing himself for impact. But there was none, as Harry went straight through the column and onto a bright, busy Platform. Staring straight at him was a beautiful red steam engine , with multiple carriages being boarded by students young and old. Harry quickly spotted the twins and Ron and made his way over to them just as Rose and Juni made their way through the portal. Following them was Molly and Ginny, who walked over to join the group.

"Now you all have a good year, and behave yourselves, especially you two, Fred and George, don't cause too much trouble." Molly told her children, plus Harry, giving each of them a tight bearhug in farewell. Harry cringed a little at the contact, still not entirely use to the love of Molly Weasley. But he was getting better, he knew.

"Don't worry mum, we'll just send Ginny a toilet seat, that's all." Fred reassured her as he got his own tight hug from his mum.

"Yeah mum, just a toilet seat, no need to panic." George added.

Molly shook her head, knowing arguing would be pointless as they'd do it anyway. Juni gave Harry a tight embrace as tears started to flood her eyes. "I remember taking your mother here years ago, she was so excited, she couldn't wait to explore this wonderful, magical world. And now it's your turn. Have a fantastic year Harry darling, make sure to write lots, and learn as much as you can. Soon you'll be an adult, and you'll look back on these days as your happiest."

Harry smiled up at his grandma before replying. "Thanks Grandma, I'll make sure to do all that, look after Grandpa and Rose for me, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid until I'm home." A tight knot tied itself in Harry's heart as he realised, he'd be saying goodbye to one of his only mother figures until he saw her again in December.

Releasing Harry, Juni laughed at her grandsons' comment, sliding a gentle hand over his cheek before pulling back and letting Rose say goodbye to her brother.

Wrapping her arms around him as tight as possible, Rose buried her face in the crook of Harry's neck and let her tears soak his collar. "M-Make sure you write to me every day you h-hear. If you don't, I'll be up there quicker t-than you can say mint ice-cream."

Harry shuddered at the thought of such a horrible combination before replying. "Don't worry Rose, I'll make sure to write to you as much as I can, and I'll send your birthday present along to you on the 3rd okay?"

Rose nodded her head as she pulled back from Harry's shoulder, "You have a great time Harry, and stay safe, whatever you do. I love you so much Harry, and I can't wait until Christmas."

Harry leaned forward to give his sister a kiss on her forehead. "I love you too Rose, look after everyone while I'm away, and keep Ginny company will you."

"Will do, lover boy." Rose smirked at her brother, her tears finally drying up as she stepped away and wiped at them fiercely.

Bidding everyone their final farewells, Harry, Ron and the twins boarded the train to find a compartment. The twins split up to find their own friends as Ron and Harry found an empty compartment to occupy. They waved out the window to their families as the train started to pull away. Ginny and Rose ran alongside the train for as long as they could, waving madly at their departing brothers, tears in both their eyes. Harry tried to give Rose as much attention as possible, but his eyes kept drifting off towards Ginny, their eyes locking as they always did. It made Harry's heart ache with pain as it finally sunk in that he wouldn't see her for months. Before long the train was out into the countryside and everyone was settled down for the trip.

About 10 minutes into the journey, a young boy with dark brown hair and fudge eyes came knocking on their compartment door. "G'day fella's, any chance you could squeeze one more in 'ere."

Harry cocked his eyebrow a bit and then looked at Ron for confirmation, only getting a nod back. "Sure, make yourself at home." Harry replied to the stranger, his unease supressed.

The boy dragged his trunk in and set it in the luggage compartment above them before taking a seat next to Ron. "Cheers for that mate, names Alec by the way, Alec Henderson."

Ron looked at the boy for a second before replying. "Nice to meet you too. Say, your name sounds familiar, do your parents work at the ministry?"

Alec rubbed the back of his neck slightly. "Ah yeah, my dad works there."

Harry, sensing the boy's displeasure, stuck his hand out to greet the boy to interrupt. "Harry, Harry Potter, it's nice to meet you Alec."

Alec's eyes widened in surprise at hearing Harry's name. "Bloody hell, Harry Potter, honour to meet you mate." Taking Harry's hand and shaking it, Alec turned to Ron, "What about you mate?"

"Ronald, Ron Weasley" Ron said, taking Alec's hand and shaking it.

"Weasley hey, heard some good things about you lot, your dad works at the misuse of muggle artefacts, doesn't he?" Alec said.

"Yeah, he does, how'd you know that?" Ron asked.

"Dad's worked with him a bit when he was head of the Commonwealth Aurors." Alec replied.

"Hang on, first off what's an Auror, and second, what do you mean Commonwealth?" Harry interrupted, the confusion obvious on his face.

"Well Aurors are dark wizard catches, go after death eaters and criminals, that sort of thing." Ron said.

"And the Commonwealth is the same as, you know, the Commonwealth of nations, former British Empire and all that." Alec added.

Harry's head spun a little. "You mean to say that the Commonwealth is magical?" said Harry.

"Well not the muggle commonwealth, but yeah, we have our own magical Commonwealth. Wherever the British expanded, British wizards would follow, and after the Empire broke up, the Queen founded the magical Commonwealth alongside the Muggle one, to ensure magical cooperation between all the former colonial magical communities." Alec added the last bit with a fake, pompous plum in mouth accent.

"The Queen knows about wizards?" Harry asked Alec.

"The Queens a witch Harry, whole bloody royal family is magical, has been for hundreds of years. Descended all the way back to King Arthur. At least I think so. Nobody's really sure, inbreeding between families and all that." Alec answered,

"You mean king Arthur was real?" said Harry.

Ron rolled his eyes a little. "Course, everyone knows that Harry." Ron answered,

Harry huffed in annoyance. "Sorry, but remember, Rose and I are basically Muggleborn." Harry stated, "So, what's your dad do then Alec?"

"He's the Secretary-General of the magical Commonwealth, head of the cooperation between nations. Can't really enact any laws but he basically does the Queen's will, enacts her laws and makes sure all the other Ministers are in line with Commonwealth laws and regulations, including the British Minister." Alec answered.

Harry nodded in understanding, intrigued that this boy, who supposedly had a politician father, was so laissez faire. The boys continued their conversation, discovering that Alec was originally from Australia, although his family hailed from Scotland, hence his funny accent. Alec explained that in Australia things were far more relaxed, and that people took a chilled response to matters down-under. Before long the food trolley Witch came through and offered them a bunch of magical sweets and goodies. Harry made sure to buy enough for the three of them, as all Ron had was the sandwiches his mum made. The three boys sat there in conversation, talking about each other's families and hobbies, most of which Harry and Ron knew about each other already.

About half way through the train ride, a young blonde boy came through and barged into their compartment. "So, it's true then, the legendary Harry Potter has finally come to Hogwarts."

Harry stared up in the boy in frustration for his rude appearance. "Draco, Draco Malfoy." The boy said, thrusting his hand out for Harry to shake.

Ron snorted at the boy, earning him a glare from the blonde. "No need to ask who you are, red hair, second hand robes, a pet…rat…a Weasley if I ever knew one." The boy sneered Ron's name as he passed over it.

Ron was about to get up and throttle the boy when Alec piped up instead. "Blonde hair, snivelling sycophant attitude, ego the size of Mount Everest, no doubt about it, you truly are your father's son Draco."

Draco glared at the brown-haired boy in anger "And who are you then!"

Alec just smirked at the boy before replying, "Alec, Alec Henderson, you might have heard of my father, Lennox Henderson. I certainly know your father has, as he should the amount of times he's tried to buy my father."

Draco's eyes widened in embarrassment, yet his sneer remained as he backed out of the compartment without another word and made his way down the corridor. Alec stuck his head out the compartment to shout one last insult to Malfoy. "Where are you going Malfoy! It's rude to leave without saying goodbye." Alec Called out.

Alec came back into the compartment muttering, 'Prick' as he sat back down next to Ron, who looked dazzled at the boy. "Blimey, that was brilliant. You scared him good and proper."

"Comes with the territory of having a famous name, Harry should know the feeling." Alec replied,

Harry nodded. "I know exactly what you mean, sometimes it's a bit hard though."

"I know what you mean, everyone expects you to do great things, to live up to your name. Sometimes it's hard to do. Sometimes you fail. Don't worry, I know exactly how you feel." Alec expressed his sympathy. Alec gave Harry a wide smile as he continued to tuck into his sweets.

Not long after, the boys were interrupted once more, this time by a pudgy dark brown-haired boy. "You haven't happened to see a toad at all have you?" the boy asked.

The three friends shook their head in reply, leaving the boy to depart. But before he could, Harry shouted out for him to join them. "Hang on a second, why don't you sit with us for a bit, we can go look for it in a minute." The boy looked shocked at this invitation, but accepted nonetheless, taking a seat next to Harry, "Harry, Harry Potter, by the way."

The boy's eyes grew in shock as he greedily took in the boy's appearance before sticking his hand out. "Neville, Neville Longbottom."

"Longbottom hey, son of Alice and Frank?" Alec asked. Neville's eyes grew wide in fear as he nodded his head slowly, "Good people your parents, Alec, Alec Henderson, my father knew your parents."

Neville reached out and shook Alec's hand before turning to Ron. "Ron, Ron Weasley, nice to meet you Neville." Ron greeted.

"Thanks for having me here guys, I haven't been able to find a compartment all day. My gran would be bonkers with me if I didn't at least try and make some friends today." Neville commented sadly.

"Well I think you're off to a good start, don't you think boys?" Harry asked.

Ron and Alec nodded their heads as they smiled at the young Boy. The four of them sat there, talking amongst themselves as the train continued on through the country. Various people continued to walk past and point out Harry, occasionally trying to get his attention through the window. Once again however they were interrupted, this time by a young girl with big bushy brown hair and kind brown eyes, and unfortunately, rather noticeable buck teeth.

"Have any of you seen a toad, there's a boy a few compartments…oh Neville, you're here." Neville waved at the girl as she stood there,

"Are you gonna stand their sheila or are you gonna come and sit down, you're welcome to join us." Alec asked the girl.

Taken aback by Alec's accent, the girl went and sat next to Ron, causing the boy to blush. "Alec, Alec Henderson, this here's Ron Weasley and… Harry Potter. Of course, you already know Neville here." Alec introduced everyone.

"Harry Potter! I read all about you and how you defeated Volde…You-Know-Who!" the girl exclaimed, but not in a fanatical way, more curious then anything.

Harry smiled at the girl, embarrassed, hoping the girl wouldn't be another diehard fan. "Oh, but where are my manners, Hermione, Hermione Granger, muggleborn." Hermione introduced herself.

"Muggleborn hey, quite a shock to find out you're a witch then aye." Alec said.

"Yes well, my parents are dentists, there weren't exactly expecting this kind of thing, but they were very supportive when I got my letter. I was all set to go to a private school in Cambridge but then everything went a bit weird." Hermione bit her bottom lip in worry before she stopped once she realised what she was doing, "I'm sorry but I can't help notice your accent, are you Australian?"

Alec smiled at Hermione. "Right in one love, lived here for three years now and still can't shake the accent. Dad says its magical, can't get rid of it no matter what. Sometimes my Grans Scottish comes through as well, but only when I'm angry."

The group of children continued on in conversation, informing one another of each-others' lives, families and what not. Eventually a voice announced that they were 15 minutes from Hogwarts. Hermione stepped out of the compartment to allow the boys to change, seeing as though she was already in her school robes. As the train pulled up to the local station, Hagrid was seen holding up a large lamp calling out for the new students.

"Firs' year's over here! Firs' years! Alright 'arry, Ron." the half giant said as the group of friends made their way up to him.

"Doing just fine Hagrid, good to see you again" said Harry,

"Good te see yeh too 'arry, you're gonna enjoy yourself 'ere that's for sure." Hagrid replied, his big friendly smile like a beaming light in the dusk-light.

Harry grinned at the games keeper as they followed him around the corner. In Front of them lay a mighty, grand castle, with turrets reaching towards the heavens and bridges strutting out from the walls which surrounded this bastion of learning. Ron, Hermione and Harry took a boat to themselves as Alec and Neville and another first year by the name of Seamus Finnegan shared another. They found themselves rowing across the lake by the light of the castle and moon, taking in the beautiful structure that would be their home for the next 7 years. Reaching a cave at the bottom of the castle, the first years piled out of the boats and made their way towards Hagrid who lead them up a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs stood a stern looking older witch with a pointed hat and well kempt greying brown hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head.

"Got the firs' years 'ere for yeh professor McGonagall." Hagrid spoke up.

"Thank you, Hagrid, if you all would be so kind as to follow me to the Great Hall, we shall introduce you to your first Hogwarts experience, the house sorting.

"Whilst you are at Hogwarts, your house shall be your family. You will eat together, sleep in the same dormitories, and attend class together. The four houses are named after the founders of our prestigious school, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. In a moment, you shall enter the Great Hall, and one by one your name shall be called so that the sorting hat may place you in your house". The Stern Witch named as Professor McGonagall explained to the wide eyed first year students in front of her.

"Trevor!" Neville suddenly interrupted.

It appeared as though Neville's toad had found its way into the school and was currently residing by McGonagall's feet. Grabbing the toad, Neville found himself under the scrutiny of the stern old professor, staring him down as be retreated to the safety of his fellow students to be.

"As I was saying, you shall enter the Great Hall in a moment, follow me please." McGonagall finished.

Following the professor into the entrance hall, the group of first years lined up at the large, solid oak doors. Opening up, they found themselves staring at a vast open hall, with four long tables occupying most of the room. At these tables sat the current student body. At the end of the hall, sat another long table, where the teaching staff sat, with Dumbledore presented smack bang in the middle. He grinned at the new students as they shyly entered the hall, awaiting to be sorted. A stool was set in front of the headmaster, and a hat placed on top. As the hat was placed, it appeared to come alive, as it took on the features of a face, with eyes and a mouth forming from its folds.

"Oh, you may not think I'm Pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart,

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil,

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind,

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use nay means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

At the end of the hat's long rendition, the hall burst out into applause. Even the first years, who moments ago were terrified, joined in on the clapping. Harry nudged Ron, reminding him off what Fred and George had said back in July about having to wrestle a troll.

Soon after the hat had sung, Professor McGonagall stepped forwards with a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you shall step forward to be sorted, Abbot, Hannah!"

One of the shy blonde first years stepped forwards and marched right up to the seat, letting the hat be placed on her head. A few short moments later and the hat burst out with "HUFFLEPUFF!" The Table on the right cheered and clapped as the new Hufflepuff joined her table.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

And on it went. Lavender Brown became the first new Gryffindor, Millicent Bulstrode became the first new Slytherin. Harry and Ron sniggered at the idea that all the Slytherins were a rather unpleasant looking bunch. Soon Justin Finch-Fletchley was sorted into Ravenclaw, and Seamus Finnigan into Gryffindor. Next however, came Hermione's turn. The brown bushy haired girl marched right up to the seat, muttering under her breath that it was a simple test.

'It's just a test, it's just a test, it's just a test.' She repeated under her breath. It was a mere moment before the hat announced that Hermione would be a Gryffindor. Harry looked over to Ron who was visibly blushing as the girl bounced past to sit next to the Weasley twins who saved her a spot. Before long, Alec was called up for his sorting.

"Henderson, Alexander!"

The young Australian boy walked up to take a seat on the stool, letting the hat slip over his eyes. It took a good 10 seconds before the hat sorted him straight into Gryffindor. Smiling to his friends, Harry and Ron, he jogged over to sit next to Hermione.

Next up was Neville, who nervously walked up to the hat to be sorted. The hat deliberated for what seemed like a good half a minute before the hat announced that Neville would be joining Gryffindor. In his excitement, Neville forgot to take off the hat and ran off towards the table with it atop his head still. Laughter fell upon the crowd as the now blushing boy took the hat back to McGonagall to continue the sorting. After a few more names were sorted, Draco Malfoy's named was called. He sauntered up to the hat, letting it barely touch his head before it shouted out "SLYTHERIN!"

Names continued to be called out and before long it was Harry's turn. "Potter, Harry!" McGonagall called.

Harry suddenly had a bout of stage fright as he walked up to the hat. All around him voices whispered as they took in the famous 'boy-who-lived'.

"Did they just say Potter?"

"Look at those eyes, aren't they dreamy."

"He's a lot shorter than I thought he'd be."

Taking a seat on the stool and allowing the hat to fall over his eyes, Harry suddenly heard a voice enter his mind.

"Ah, Mr Potter, what a pleasure it is to sort a mind like yours. I remember sorting both your parents, such a perfect match for their house. Ah, you've got your father's daring and cunning, and your mothers wisdom and kindness. I could sort you into any house. But I sense in you a great need to protect, to be loyal, but above all else to use your bravery."

"Well where do you reckon I should go, I thought Gryffindor would be the best choice, Potter and all."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong Mr Potter. Wrong and right. You do deserve to be in Gryffindor, and should be in Gryffindor, but you possess a great number of qualities which would do you well in each house."

"I think I'd prefer to be with my friends' thanks",

"So be it then. Before you go however, know this. We will speak again Mr Potter, and soon. Now, let's get you sorted. Better be…GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table burst out into applause and cheering, the twins shouting out "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Harry made his way across the hall and sat opposite Alec and Hermione, both of whom were smiling broadly at him. The words of the sorting hat rattling around in his head like shrapnel.

"Well done Harry, of course it's obvious that you'd be in Gryffindor, with your parents and all." Hermione told him.

"Rubbish, you belong here on your own right mate, well done." Alec rebutted, sticking his hand out for Harry to shake. Before he could go ahead and shake it though, Ron's name was called, drawing their attention to the young Weasley up front.

Ron by this stage looked as though he could pass out at any moment. He had nothing to fear however, as the hat sorted him straight into Gryffindor, like every Weasley ever. Running as fast as he could to the table, he impacted with his twin brothers as they hoisted him up on their shoulders.

"Guess we can't disown him now hey George."

"Guess not Fred, guess we're stuck with him."

Ron smacked his brother's heads as they lowered him down onto the table next to Harry. "Well done Ron, didn't doubt you for a moment." Harry told his friend as he put his arm around him to pat him on the back.

Ron smiled sheepishly at him as he turned to look at Alec and Hermione across from him. "Yeah, guess I was pretty mental to think otherwise."

Before the foursome could continue their conversation, Dumbledore stood up to speak to the student body. "Welcome, welcome, students new and old, there are words to be said, but now is not the time, so dig in and enjoy!"

And as the old headmaster finished his speech, hundreds off platters appeared along the tables spread across the Hall. Harry gazed in wide wonder, never seeing so much food in his life, not even the feasts that Molly or his grandmother cooked up were as big. The foursome tucked into the feast, Ron piling his plate sky high with different kinds of food. As they started to eat, an ethereal figure began to glide down the hall.

"Hello! New Gryffindor's, how exciting!" The apparition spoke.

"I know you, you're Nearly Headless Nick!" Ron exclaimed,

The ethereal figure made an annoyed look on his face. "I prefer Sir Nicholas."

"Why do they call yeh nearly headless?" Seamus Finnigan called out.

As if to explain his condition, the ghost grabbed his left ear and tugged, causing his head to bend at a 90-degree angle, his head attached to his body only by a sliver of meat. Everyone grimaced at the sight, as he plumped it back on top of her head.

"That's why they call me nearly headless. Oh my, that food does look good indeed." the ghost lamented,

"Can't you eat any?" Harry asked.

The ghost gave him a look of stupidity before replying. "I'm a ghost, I'm afraid I can't eat, drink or do any of my… prior activities." With an awkward cough and neck rub, the ghost floated off towards the back of the Hall, muttering to himself. The night continued on with food being consumed, and deserts devoured, as students stuffed themselves full.

Whilst Harry and his friends were eating, Professor McGonagall approached the young group. "Mr Potter, I have a note from Professor Dumbledore, make sure to see him outside your dormitory door after introductions tonight. I look forward to teaching you tomorrow." And with that the old stern witch walked back off towards the staff table.

Harry looked around and saw Dumbledore smiling broadly at the young boy. As he looked around the staff table, his eyes were drawn to a greasy, black haired professor, who was looking at him with querying eyes. Beside him sat the turban wrapped head of Professor Quirrell, the DADA teacher. As Harry locked eyes with the other professor, the scar atop his head burned with searing pain, causing Harry to clench it with his hand and look away.

His friends noticed his pain and asked what was wrong. "You alright Harry, what's the matter." Ron asked.

"Just my scar, it hurt a bit for some reason. Hey, who's that teacher up there next to Quirrell?" Harry replied.

"That's Professor Snape, the potions master, but everyone knows it's Defence Against the Dark Arts position he's after." Percy answered him, leaning across the table.

The foursome continued on with their meals, and soon desserts were finished. As the empty plates vanished from the table, Dumbledore stood up at his chair and tapped his glass to gain the attention of the hall. "Welcome back everyone, to another year at Hogwarts. Before we depart, I have a few start of term notices to give. It is to be noted that the Forbidden Forest is exactly that, forbidden, and a few of our older students would do well to remember that." The headmaster said, smirking at the elder Weasley twins.

"Also, to note, that a list of all banned items may be accessed from Mr Filch's office should anyone wish to read them all. He also insists that no magic be practiced in the hallways during class transition. Quidditch tryouts shall take place second week of term, anyone interested in trying out should go see Madam Hooch in order to place their name down.

"And lastly, the third-floor corridor on the right side is off limits for all students, lest they wish to die a painful, horrible death."

Harry looked at his friends in alarm at the last notice. "He can't be serious, can he?" He asked no one in particular.

"He's mental, but he sounds deadly serious." Ron answered.

"I suggest we follow his warnings." Hermione added, worry crossing her face as she bit her bottom lip again.

Harry nodded at his friends as his attention was once again placed on Dumbledore. "And lastly, let us depart the night by singing the school song!"

The hall erupted into sounds of scraping wood as benches were pushed back as students rose. Soon the school song began to be belted out from the students at different tones, speeds and pitches as Dumbledore himself conducted the song. The song finished with Fred and George, who had sung the entire song in a slow funeral march, Dumbledore personally conducting the two till the end. "Ah, music, truly the greatest magic of all. Now, off to bed! Pip pip!"

And with that, students and staff made their way out of the great hall and through the castle. Percy, being prefect, led the Gryffindor first years through the castle on a tour as they made their way to the Gryffindor quarters. Lining the walls of the castle were numerous paintings, all of which moved and talked, greeting the new students as they went by. They were rudely interrupted when a floating pair of walking sticks presented themselves to the front of the group, blocking the way.

"Peeves, show yourself!" Percy shouted at the pair of sticks.

"Peeves' a poltergeist." Ron whispered to Harry/

The sound of a large raspberry being blown broke the silence, leaving a few students to chuckle. "Peeves, don't make me get the Bloody Baron!" Percy shouted again, getting more and more perturbed.

Suddenly, a cross legged floating man with small piercing black eyes and a wide mouth appeared clutching the two sticks. "Ickie little firsties aye, awe aren't they adorable little mites." The poltergeist teased.

"PEEVES!" Percy shouted, "If you don't get out of our way, I will fetch the Bloody Baron at once!"

And with that the poltergeist retreated, blowing more raspberries at the group of students. They continued on their journey, eventually they making their way to a large portrait of a larger lady, in fanciful robes.

"Password?" She asked the prefects.

"Caput Draconis." Percy answered.

The portrait swung open, revealing a hole in the wall. The students scrambled up into the hole, some helping others, as they made their way into a large circular room with a fireplace, a multitude of couches and tables spread out amongst the room, some already taken by older students who'd come up earlier.

"Welcome, to the Gryffindor Common room, here you can meet your friends, study, and find notices on the notice board over there." Percy said, pointing to a large wooden board with a few pieces of parchment already on it, "Girls dormitories are up the stairs to the left, boys to the right. All your trunks and belongings will be there already. Any questions?" Percy concluded.

With a shake of their heads, the students went their separate ways, splitting into genders as they marched up the stone stairs. Entering the dormitory, Harry was greeted with six, four poster beds with trunks at the end of them. Hedwig sat by Harry's bed, hooting, wanting to be let out.

"Hey listen, I have to meet Professor Dumbledore outside, I'll be back later okay?" Harry told his friends as he let Hedwig out of her cage and into the night.

"Yeah sure mate, let us know how it goes." Alec answered him.

Harry made his way downstairs again and out of the common room. Standing just outside the portrait was none other than Professor Dumbledore. "Evening Harry, I trust you are all sorted inside?" The kindly old professor asked Harry. In the back of Dumbledore's mind was the promise he made the night of the Potter's rescue. It echoed in the back, reminding him, to never let his young charges down again.

"Yes Professor, all sorted out, I've just let Hedwig out to hunt." Harry replied. In truth, he was a little nervous, but he pushed the feeling aside. He'd just gotten to Hogwarts, nothing bad was going to happen. 'Right?'

Dumbledore gave Harry a twinkling smile. "Ah yes, Hedwig, such a beautiful bird, now Harry, let us walk."

Harry nodded as the two started to make his way down the hallway and back towards the great hall. Veering off down another hallway, the two came to a pair of large stone griffons that guarded a tall revolving staircase. "Lemon Sherbet." Dumbledore spoke out loud.

The two guardians moved to one side and let the duo ascend the stairs, which Harry now realised were moving up on their own, much like a muggle escalator. Coming to a large wooden door, Dumbledore pushed it aside and ushered Harry in. Harry took a sharp breath as he greedily looked around the room. Before him sat all sorts of magical equipment, moving on their own or otherwise stationary. Dumbledore sat down on a finely crafted golden winged chair behind a large oak desk, pieces of parchment and magical items scattered along it. He gestured for Harry to take a seat in front of him,

Dumbledore eyed Harry over the rim of his glasses, a kindly smile on his lips as he reached over for an oval shaped tin and popped it open. "Lemon Drop Harry?" the old wizard asked, holding the tin full of lemon flavoured treats.

"Thank you, professor." Harry replied, taking one and placing it in his mouth, "May I ask what this is about professor?"

"Well, firstly I must thank you for your letter over the summer Harry, I'm quite glad that you're enjoying your present." Dumbledore explained, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Harry grinned cheekily as he nodded his head. "Once again, thank you professor, it's been pretty fun to use. I've been using it to sneak up on Rose. I don't think she appreciates it as much as I do."

The old professor chuckled at the boy's antics before continuing. "On the matter of your sister, I went about the task you set me with great diligence, and what I have found should please you very much Mr Potter, and should make an excellent gift for Miss Potter's birthday."

Dumbledore reached down into one of his many draws and retrieved a long thin box and laid it on the table. Harry eyed it curiously as the professor motioned for him to open it. Opening the box, Harry came face to face with two wands, one shorter than the other.

"Those Harry, are your parent's wands." Dumbledore stated, waving a hand over the open box.

Harry's head shot up immediately, taking in what the professor just said. "I managed to retrieve them the night they were murdered, I thought it appropriate that you and your sister should have them after all these years." Dumbledore continued.

Harry tried to make a word, but he failed to, at some point he had swallowed his lemon drop, almost causing him to choke. That little fright snapped him out of his trance and he looked up at the professor. "But sir, I thought wands don't work as well if they're passed down?"

The old professor gave Harry a smile, "Quite right Harry, however, if you were to give your mothers wand to Rose, I think you would find she would be quite competent with it. You see, the bond between a mother and child is like no other, and thus the wand adapts to that magic as well.

"It would be nigh impossible for a mother to kill or harm her own children with her wand, as the wand would have been used whilst the mother was pregnant. As such, the wand detects two users of the wand. The mother, and the child in the womb.

"Your fathers on the other hand, whilst yes it would feel a connection to you both being a child of the master, it's loyalties would still be conflicted."

Harry nodded in understanding as he studied both wands in his hands. He picked up his mothers and studied it carefully, remembering what Ollivander had told him, 'Willow, 10 ", Unicorn hair.'

"Thank you for this professor, I'm sure Rose will be thrilled to get her wand so early, and mum's wand at that."

"You're quite welcome my boy, now, let me escort you back to Gryffindor tower, don't want Mr Filch thinking you're out of bed and giving you your first detention." The cheeky smile on Dumbledore's face was enough to show his light heartiness about the caretaker.

Harry nodded his thanks and shared a smile as the two made their way back downstairs into the hallway. The pair made idle chatter as they walked the halls, stopping occasionally to talk to a portrait that called out a greeting, some commenting on how much Harry looked like James. Eventually they made their way back to the tower and Harry let himself inside, bidding the professor goodnight. When Harry entered his dorm room, he found all of his friends fast asleep in their beds. Not wishing to disturb them, Harry silently changed out of his clothes, stashed his parent's wands, and jumped into bed, letting sleep overtake him.

The next morning, the boys woke up at the crack of dawn, all except Ron who struggled to get out of bed at all. Harry and his friends made their way downstairs where they found Hermione waiting for them, reading one of her textbooks on a comfy looking burgundy chesterfield.

"Morning Hermione." Harry called out, still rubbing the leftover sleep in his eyes.

The bushy haired girl looked up from her book and waved over to them. "Good morning boy's, ready for class today?" The young Gryffindors chippy attitude did nothing to ease the pain of everyone's sleep depredation.

Harry and Alec nodded their heads in anticipation, but Ron merely shrugged as he failed to communicate his words. Rolling her eyes, Hermione made her way up to Ron before snapping her fingers in front of him. "Wakey wakey sleeping beauty, let's go get some breakfast."

Ron's eyes shot awake at the mention of breakfast. "Blimey, what are we still doing here, let's go already!"

And with that, the red head charged out of the common room and down into the corridor, his chuckling friends following close behind. Entering the Great Hall, the foursome found themselves a seat next to Neville, Seamus and Dean on the Gryffindor table, piling their plates with food ready for the day.

As they ate, Professor McGonagall made her rounds, passing out timetables to the students already present. "Here you are Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, Mr Henderson, Miss Granger, I think you'll find you'll have transfiguration with myself this morning. Please, don't be late." the stern old professor said before moving on.

The foursome nodded their understanding and thanks and went back to eating and chatting amongst themselves. Afterwards they popped back up to the tower to grab the supplies and books they needed before heading back down to the transfiguration classroom. Piling in, the group found their seats and sat waiting for the professor to begin her lesson. She instructed the class that she had a no tolerance policy towards troublemaking and would ask students to leave and never come back should they misbehave. She then showed them a few transfiguration spells of her own, turning her desk into a pig and back, and even showing them her animagi form, a cat with dark round patches around her eyes where her glasses would be.

The task that she set for the day was transfiguring a matchstick into a needle. Handing out the wooden matchsticks, she taught the class the proper theory and incantation, and went about letting the students try. Harry focused on what his textbooks had told him, and after about ten minutes, he managed to turn his matchstick into a perfect needle.

"Impressive Potter, 10 points for Gryffindor." McGonagall commented, an impressed yet professional smile on her face, as she passed through the classroom.

Hermione huffed a little in annoyance as she watched Harry succeed before her, only to transfigure the matchstick correctly on her next go. The bushy haired witch squealed in delight, only to blush and cover her mouth as she realised, she'd gotten a little too vocal. Harry offered her a small smile in congratulations

By the end of the lesson, only Harry and Hermione had succeeded. Ron managed to turn his into a needle, however it still had a wooden grain pattern to it. Alec managed to turn the matchstick into metal and little else. The foursome wrapped up the class, but before they could head off to DADA, McGonagall called Harry over after the lesson.

"Mr Potter! A word if I may?" The stern old witch called out.

Harry nodded to his friends to go ahead without him and made his way back to her desk. "Mr Potter, I had high hopes for you. It seems those hopes have not been diminished." McGonagall told him, giving him a rare smile.

Harry bristled with confidence as McGonagall complimented him. "Thank you, Professor, I made sure to read all my textbooks thoroughly, Rose, my sister, made sure that I took notes on all my books."

"Wise girl that one, I look forward to teaching her, though if you've inherited your parent's magical talent, which I guess you have, I think Professor Flitwick will have most of her talent to himself." McGonagall suggested.

"I'm not sure I understand Professor?" Harry queried.

"Your mother was exceptionally good in the fields of charms and potions, your father on the other hand preferred transfiguration and defence, I suspect that you might just thrive in defence, Mr Potter, as well as here in transfiguration." McGonagall stated.

Harry blushed shyly as he smiled softly. "Thank you, Professor, speaking of which, I have a DADA class I have to get to right now, if that's okay?"

McGonagall waved her hand towards and door and offered Harry one last smile. "Of course, Mr Potter, off you go. And remember your homework!" Harry nodded his head and quickly dashed for the door. "Oh, and Potter! I expect great things from you, don't disappoint me." A brief memory of two of her brightest and most brilliant students popped into her mind, forcing her to swallow a rather uncomfortable lump in her throat.

Harry looked back and nodded once more, more to himself then to McGonagall. He wasn't going to hold himself back like he did in primary school, he was going to excel and try as hard as possible. Soon enough, Harry caught up with his friends down the passageway as they made their way into the lesson. Quirrell it turned out, was quite the useless teacher. He loaded his classroom with garlic, to keep away vampires, and rarely taught anything to the class. Instead he would talk about random occurrences in his life, such as how he got his turban from a thankful African prince who he saved from a zombie. However, he rarely every elaborated as to how he did these acts, instead going on random tangents such as the weather or Quidditch teams.

By the end of his first lesson, Harry was incredibly bored, and hoped that his other lessons would be at least insightful. Charms turned out to be a great deal of entertainment. The small little Professor Flitwick was a brilliant teacher, encouraging the whole class to perform well. Harry once again found that his prior reading and notetaking with Rose served him well, as he managed perform the assigned charms within the lessons time period. His last class of the day was potions with Professor Snape. Ron was anxious about meeting the feared professor, however Harry had revised his potions book more than any other and was quite sure he would do well today. He knew that he was a good cook, having years of forced experience to draw from, and to Harry potions was just like cooking. Complicated cooking yes but still in essence the same thing.

Taking their places in the dungeon classroom, Ron, Alec, Harry and Hermione waited diligently for the professor to arrive. Gryffindor's shared their potions lessons with the Slytherins, and as such had to put up with the whispered insults, and louder ones too, that came hurling their way. Draco Malfoy had eyed the foursome with a sneer, his mouth curled up and ready to lash out with a rather nasty insult. Harry just shook his head, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been bullied, and Malfoy looked like a synch compared to Dudley and his gang. Eventually Professor Snape made his way into the classroom, his cape billowing like bat wings as he swooped up to the teaching podium.

Much like every other class, Snape began with the roll, calling out in a curt almost bored voice every name on the list. When he got to the P's, he paused on Harry's, a sneer crossing his face. "Ah, yes, Potter. Our new…celebrity."

The Slytherins sniggered at Snape's snide remark as Harry flushed with embarrassment. He never wanted to be a celebrity, he merely wanted a normal life with his family. He couldn't have any of that now since his parents were gone and he was considered wizarding royalty.

Snape's eyes landed on Harry's, forcing the young boy to bow his head in submission. The professor didn't seem to notice, as his eyes swept the rest of the room. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic.

"I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of a softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper…death. If…you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have the pleasure of teaching."

Harry thought that the potion master's speech was a little overdone, a mere welcome to potions would have sufficed, yet he respected the fact that the classroom was quiet and all attention towards him.

"Potter!" Snape called suddenly, shocking Harry into a jump as his eyes looked up into the expectant eyes of Snape, "If I add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood, what would happen?"

The beady black eyes of the professor bored into Harrys eyes as sifted through his mind to find the answer, finding it somewhere near his first potions textbook memories. Gulping to clear his throat, Harry answered what he thought was right. "I…I b-believe you would create a Draught of Living Death" Harry answered, "Sir."

The potion master looked taken aback by the correct answer and looked at him steadily. "That is…correct…Mr Potter. Lucky guess. And where can I find a bezoar?" Snape asked him another question, a smug grin coming across his face.

Harry knew what was happening. He was trying to be tripped up. A flare of anger rose up in Harry, forcing him to sit up straighter and look directly into the potion master's eyes. "In the stomach of a goat sir, it can cure most poisons if used quickly enough."

"Once again…correct…Mr Potter. Last question, monkshood and wolfbane, what is the difference?" Snape asked him one last time, the smugness wiped off his face, a sneer of disgust replacing it.

"None sir, they are the same plant, just different names. However, it can also be called aconite." Harry eyed the professor sternly, all to use to and sick of the treatment he was currently receiving.

Snape's sneer only intensified as Harry answered. "That is…correct, Potter. But your answer was too long, 5 points from Gryffindor."

Harry spluttered as his face became red, but he shut his mouth as he eyed the professor with what he hoped was a steely gaze. "Shouldn't you all be taking notes!" Snape suddenly snapped, his cloak billowing as he turned to face the board.

Snape paused suddenly as before he began to write, looking back over his shoulder at Harry. "10 points to Gryffindor…for your correct answers Mr Potter." Those green eyes widened for a moment before they settled back down to a gentle simmering of anger. Snape knew those eyes, and he knew that look all too well.

Harry sighed in relief as he realised that not only had he made up for the lost points, he also gained an additional 5. That was a rare feat for any Gryffindor in Snape's classes. Hermione looked rather shocked at the outcome, but still gave Harry a gentle smile in encouragement. Ron and Alec were just bursting with excitement for Harry, struggling to keep still on their stools.

As Snape finished writing the instructions on the board, he set the class the task of creating a boils cure potion. Setting to work in pairs, Alec and Harry teamed up whilst Harry shoved Ron off to work with Hermione, much to his tongued tied arguments. Harry and Alec worked diligently together, creating a potion which to Harry, seemed almost perfect. Harry began to look around the room, noticing before anyone that Neville was about to make a catastrophic failure by adding the porcupine quills before he had taken the cauldron off the heat.

"Neville! Not yet! Take the cauldron off the fire first!" Harry whispered over hurriedly.

Neville stopped in his tracks, about to pour the quills in. He told Seamus to quickly take the cauldron off the fire, only adding the quills after Seamus had set the iron belly down. His potion hissed but did not seem to be failing, and before long Neville looked over to him and gave him a wave of thanks. It appeared that Snape was too busy praising the efforts of Malfoy to notice the exchange between the two Gryffindor's. The end of the lesson drew near, and Harry scooped up a vial of his potion to present to Snape. Taking it up to his desk, Harry handed his vial over to Snape, who eyed him sceptically.

Raising the vial to the sunlight shining from one of the few windows, the professor inspected Harry's potion. Without saying a word, Snape placed the vial into a slot next to the others. "You may sit, Potter." Snape told Harry, who still sat there waiting for a reply on his work.

The rest of the lesson went as smoothly as possible. Ron lost a couple of points for whispering to Seamus, and Neville had lost 5 points for leaving a speck of potion in his cauldron. Harry was just relived he seemed to have passed over Snape's radar. His fears however came true as the lesson came to a close.

"Potter. Stay behind." Was all Snape said as the first years poured out of the class. Harry's friends shot him a sympathetic look as they exited the class. Harry, meanwhile, gulped as he looked up at the professor, steeling his expression over.

"Is there a problem, Sir?" Harry asked, gathering up as much courage as possible in order to sound professional.

Snape sneered a little as he stood in front of the young Gryffindor, towering over him. "Don't expect any special favours or treatment in this classroom Potter. You will be judged on your merit alone, your…celebrity status means nothing to me."

Harry nodded his head in understanding. "Yes sir, I understand." Shifting the weight of his satchel from his shoulder to the other, Harry cleared his throat, "I don't except special treatment. Nor do I wish for this celebrity status to be placed on me. Now, if that is all, may I please leave, Sir?"

"Go. And remember your homework, Potter." Snape curtly nodded towards the door; his back turned before Harry had even stepped through the doorway.

Harry quickly made his way to the great hall where dinner was being served, finding his friends and taking a seat next to him. "So, how did it go? I've been watching the hourglass to see if any points were lost." Hermione asked him.

Harry shook his head as he piled his plate up. "He just said that I wouldn't treat me special for being a celebrity."

"The bloody nerve on him. It's not like its your fault your famous. Bloody git can't understand that." Ron growled, earning himself a thankful nod and smile from Harry, which he returned.

Alec swallowed before he added his own thoughts. "You're lucky that's all that happened though. After that little incident at the start, you're lucky he didn't dock you more points."

"That was extremely lucky Harry, Snape hardly ever hands out points." Ron added.

They continued with their conversations as they ate their food diligently, hungry after their first day of lessons. Sometime before desert, Hagrid came up to Harry with a small package in his hands. "Evenin' you lot, got a request for yeh 'arry. I know its little Rosey's birthday tomorrow and I twas wonderin' if you could get Hedwig to deliver my present to 'er along with yours?"

"Sure thing Hagrid, I was gonna send it off tonight so your timing is perfect." Harry accepted the package from Hagrid with a smile.

"Thanks a lot 'arry. While I'm here, would you lot like to come down tomorrow for a cuppa tea after mornin' classes." Hagrid asked, his face split into a big beaming smile.

"We'd love to Hagrid, that's very kind of you to ask. Thank you." Hermione answered for them.

Ron and Alec nodded their heads in approval as did Harry. "Of course, we'll be there Hagrid, wouldn't miss it for the world." Harry told him.

"Thanks' you lot, I'll see yeh down there tomorrow then aye." And with that the games keeper made his way back up to the staff table to enjoy the evening feast.

Before long, desserts were finished and the group of students made their way back up to Gryffindor tower. Harry made his way up to the dorm rooms and grabbed his mothers and fathers' wands and wrapped them up nice and tight in some lovely wrapping paper Harry had brought from home. Taking a bit of parchment and ink, Harry began to write his first letter to his sister from Hogwarts.

Dear Rose, also known as dearest sister of mine,

First day here and already I'm ruling the castle. I've deposed Dumbledore and now I plan to march on London to become supreme wizarding ruler. Only joking. But seriously Rose, everyone here treats me like I'm some sort of god. The students, even the older ones, keep gawking at me. The only plus side is that at least the teacher's expectations in me are fulfilled. I smashed all my classes today, DADA, transfiguration, charms, and even potions were a breeze. I can't wait for you to get here next year, that way we can dominate the school together, like evil twins. We'd certainly give Fred and George a run for their money.

Anyway, to the more pressing issue, by the time you get this…I will be dead…also joking. But seriously by the time you will get this you'll be 10 YEARS OLD! Stop growing up will you! Soon you'll want to date and I'll have to make you a nun. To celebrate you ignoring my plea's and continuing to age anyway, I got you a very special present, just for you. All I'll say is the smaller one is mums, and the bigger one is dads. You'll want to use mums, don't worry, I already talked to Professor Dumbledore about it. In fact, he was the one who gave them to me. Dad's I'd like to keep, maybe get it mounted or something, I'll sort it out when I get home. Otherwise just keep it in the bedroom.

Anyway, Happy birthday my loving sister, I hope you have a fantastic day without me, and with that beautiful red head Ginny, don't tell her I said that. Seriously.

I miss you and am thinking of you,

With all my love,

Your adorably cute, and handsome,

Big brother, Harry…the Demigod.

P.S. the other package is from Hagrid, Happy birthday from him too.

Harry wrapped the letter up nice and tight in a beautiful baby blue string. Attaching the letter and presents to Hedwig, the bird nipped affectionately on his hand as he petted her.

"Now, you make sure Rose gets this tomorrow okay? And make sure you stay there for the day, come back tomorrow night. Keep Zeus a little bit of company." Hedwig gave a small, annoyed hoot, as her eyes seemed to say 'do I have to?', "Don't be like that, he likes you a lot. Now off you go, good luck girl." Harry helped Hedwig launch off of his arm, propelling her into the night sky to deliver her package to her other companion.

Going back downstairs and back up some to the Gryffindor tower, Harry let out a sigh as he thought about his family back home. His mind crossed over to the familiar blazing red hair of Ginny, making his heart ache. For the rest of the night, Harry went about completing his homework before he versed Ron in a very one-sided game of chess.

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Rose woke up early Tuesday morning to the sound of breakfast being made downstairs. She'd only just gotten use to hearing the sounds of soft clangs and bangs of her Grandmother cooking, the disbelief that her and Harry not having to do it quite unreal. As a ray of sunlight streamed in from the window across her face, Rose blinked her eyes open, shielding them from the light before they adjusted to the brightness. She sat up in bed and quickly flung the sheets off and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before bringing her legs about and onto the wooden floor.

"Morning Harry…Harry? Oh…right." Rose suddenly remembered that her brother was not there, but off at Hogwarts.

A small tear escaped her eye as she went to the bathroom to shower and change before breakfast. It had taken the whole day on Sunday to eventually settle her. She had cried herself to sleep that night, holding one of her brother's shirts to remind herself of his presence and scent. Monday was not as bad. Ginny had kept her company throughout the day, and went off playing around the grounds of the house, making up stories and pretending to be crime fighting witches.

However, today was her birthday and she was now 10 years old, a significant day in the muggle world. It was just a shame that her beloved brother would not be here for her today, as he had been for the last 10 of her birthdays, even the one's neither of them remembered. Hopping out of the shower and getting dressed, Rose made her way downstairs to be greeted by her grandparents.

"Happy birthday Rose sweetheart." Juni flashed her granddaughter a beaming smile as she embraced her in a tight hug.

Alex grabbed her up as soon as Juni let go, sweeping her into his arms, showing incredible strength for his age. "Happy birthday my lovely girl." Alex placed two sloppy kisses on his granddaughters' cheeks before setting her down on the ground.

"Thanks Grandma, thanks Grandpa. Has Harry sent me a letter?" Rose asked, hopefulness laced through her voice.

"He certainly has, there's a couple of parcels on the longue room table for tonight, or now if you want to open them." Juni told her.

Rose shook her head. "No, I'll wait for tonight when everyone is here."

Setting herself down next to her grandfather, Rose soon tucked into the plate of food that Juni had just placed in front of her Granddaughter. "So, I've invited the Weasleys around for the day, I hope that's okay by you?" Juni asked as she took a seat next to Rose and Alex/

"Of course, Grandma, that's perfectly okay. Ginny is my best friend and Mr and Mrs Weasley are lovely people." Rose reassured her Grandmother.

As Rose continued to eat her breakfast, a knock on the door interrupted the eating spree. Alex rose from the table and went off to investigate, bringing back the smiling Weasleys, well what was left. Arthur, Molly and of course Ginny all came in to greet her and wish her a happy birthday.

"Happy birthday Rose! Has Harry sent you a toilet seat yet?" Arthur asked her, earning him a glare from Molly.

Rose laughed out loud as she answered the Weasley Patriarch. "I'm afraid not Mr Weasley, have Fred and George delivered on their promise yet?"

Molly rolled her eyes. "Thankfully not. Oh, but happy birthday, Rose dear, it's not much but I hope you'll like it." Molly handed Rose a wrapped package before wrapping her up into a tight, motherly hug.

"Thanks…Mrs…Weasley." Rose tried to say, gasping for air. The Weasley matriarch noticed and pulled back, giving her a sheepish smile, "I'm sure I'll love whatever you got me."

Lastly, Ginny bounded over and gave her best friend a tight hug, much like her mothers. "Happy birthday Rose! Here, I got you this, don't open it yet though, you'll want to wait till it's night-time."

"Thank you so much Ginny! You didn't have too." Rose's bright smile was all Ginny needed to see to know how appreciated her gift was. The little wrapped parcel felt light but hard, peaking Rose's curiosity.

Once all of Rose's gifts had been stacked up, Juni made sure the two girls were fed and watered before sending them outside to play while Molly and Juni set up the house for dinner. Alex and Arthur sat at the back of the house underneath the pergola, keeping an eye on their girls and chatting amicably about work at the ministry and the farm. Rose and Ginny meanwhile, spent the morning and afternoon running around the garden, chasing each other and generally acting like 10 year old girls. On one of their many breaks underneath a great highland oak, Rose broached the subject of Harry to Ginny.

"So, Ginny, would you like Harry to write to you?" Rose asked the redhead.

Ginny blushed bright red at her friends' question, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. "I-I mean, why would Harry write to me?"

"Because he likes you and you like him you twit." Rose replied, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"So, doesn't mean he'll want write to me, I'm just his friends' sister…"

"Ginny, I don't think he thinks about you like that. For starters, you met him the same time as your brother, and have spent just as much time around him as Ron has. You're just as much Harry's friend as your brother is"

Ginny smiled softly at Rose, the blush fading from her face slightly. "Thanks Rose…I really appreciate you bucking me up like this."

"Hey, we redheads got to stick together, besides, you could be my future sister-in-law." The grin on Rose's face was downright evil as she pretended to buff her nails.

Ginny stood there, mouth agape, trying to talk but failing to do so. "What's the matter Ginny, cat got your tongue?" Rose further teased.

"You are such a cow Rose Potter!" Ginny spat, embarrassment in her eyes, even though her smile gave away her amusement.

Rose laughed at her friend as she shoved her arm playfully. "Hey who knows, you might have little Potters yourself…Mrs Potter." Rose waggled her eyebrows in an incredibly Harry like impersonation.

If Ginny could get any redder, it would be because of Rose's last comment. "You're killing me here Rose." Ginny's hand went to her heart as she pretended to faint onto the lush, soft grass beneath them.

"Oh relax, I'm just teasing you. You're so easy to get worked up." Rose giggled as she prodded Ginny in her ribs, eliciting a giggle from the playing-dead cadaver.

The two continued on with their banter until the sunset started to seep in between the trees. Alex called out for them to come inside just as the last rays of light were beginning to disappear under the autumn sky. The girls made their way back inside, hands clasped and swinging as their feet crunched on the brown and amber fallen leaves. Once inside, the two redheads found their respective families stationed around the Evans table with a large feast awaiting them. Without waiting any further, the two girls dug in and piled their plates full, putting their brothers eating habits to shame. After all, they had worked up an appetite running around like loonies.

Before long, Juni brought out Rose's cake, a beautiful heart-shaped baked cheesecake. The group happily dug into the cake and soon they were all as full as googs. Retreating into the longue room for present opening, Ginny sat down next to her friend as usual, and decided to pass presents to Rose instead of Rose getting them herself, treating the birthday girl and her best friend to a little bit of pampering.

Ginny grabbed one that Rose recognised as Molly and Arthurs. "This one is from mum and dad." Ginny told her, passing the Weasley's present.

Opening it up, Rose was presented with a beautiful pair of burgundy coloured Kashmir gloves, hand knitted by Mrs Weasley. "Thank you so much Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley! They're beautiful, did you knit them yourself Mrs Weasley?" Rose's question obviously caught Molly off guard as she blushed in embarrassment.

"You're very welcome dear, I did knit them myself. It was worth the extra effort just to see you happy." Molly's smile was ecstatic as her blush finally faded, Arthurs hand resting on his wife's knee in silent pride.

Ginny retrieved another package from the pile for Rose to open. "Here, this is from your Gran and Gramps."

Opening her families present, Rose found three brand new Romance novels that she had been looking at in the village. She'd wanted to buy them but couldn't afford it at the time. "How did you guys know!?" Rose's excitement put a beaming smile on everyone around the room.

"Harry told us you were looking at them when you went in to get wrapping paper for his birthday. I know you read Lily's old novels, but I thought it was time you had your own." Juni told her granddaughter.

Rose stood up and hugged both her grandparents before sitting back down to receive another present. As she sat down, Ginny passed her the small parcel that she'd handed Rose earlier. "This one is mine…I hope you like it." Ginny told her sheepishly.

Opening it up, Rose was presented with a small clear ball with white wings attached to it. Picking it up and curiously looking at it, it suddenly turned a deep purple. "It's an emotion ball, it's like a snitch but instead of having to catch it and what not, as soon as you touch it, it's attached to you. It lights up to how you feel, and you can even have it follow you around if you want, hence the wings." Ginny told her, hoping she liked the gift.

Rose gave her friend a broad smile as she threw the ball up in the air, letting the wings take over and float just above her. "It's brilliant Ginny! It's like a mood ring that actually works!"

"What's a mood ring?" Ginny asked.

"Muggle thing." Rose told her.

At the mention of Muggles, Arthur leaned forward on his chair, hoping to hear more, only to have Molly jab him in the ribs with her elbow. Rose caught her emotion ball and tucked it back into its box before taking the last two presents from Ginny. "This small one is from Hagrid, and this one is from H-harry." Ginny tried not to stutter over Harry's name but slipped up slightly. She reprimanded herself for letting herself slip like that over something so simple.

Taking Hagrid's first, Rose opened it up to reveal a beautiful set of hair ribbons, rock cakes and a note.

Opening the note, Rose read out loud for the group to hear,

Dear Rosey,

Happy Birthday! Blimey it was only yesterday that you could fit in one of my hands. I got you some of my own rock cakes, good with cream, yeh should try 'em. The ribbons are unicorn hair, managed to nab some from the forest, enough for Professor Flitwick to turn them into ribbons. Good thing with them is that yeh can dye them and the colour comes right out with a bit of hot water. Can't wait for yeh to get 'ere next year Rosey, I'll look after 'arry for yeh don't worry,

Hagrid.

Rose put the note aside and picked up one of the three ribbons and ran it through her hands. It was beautifully soft to touch, and very strong by the feel of it.

"Blimey Rose, unicorn hair! Those must be the most expensive hair ribbons ever!" Ginny told her.

Rose held the ribbons in her hand, stroking it between her fingers. "Here, take one." Rose looked back up at Ginny and held out one of the ribbons to her.

"W-what! I can't take that, it's your present." Ginny's eyes were as wide as saucers as she spluttered.

"Yeah, and It's mine to do as I wish, and I wish to give my first friend, and best friend a gift. So, stop arguing or else I'll tell my brother."

At the mention of Harry, Ginny blushed and submitted to her friend's request, taking a ribbon and placing it in her pocket. "Thank you Rose, I love it."

"That was very sweet of you darling, now go on and open your last present." Juni interrupted.

Taking her brothers gift she opened the wrapping to reveal a lovely wooden box. She opened the letter first and began to read out loud. Her brother's antics made the room chuckle with laughter, as she added her own comments here and there. Eventually she finished up, a single tear flowing down her cheek as she put the letter gently aside for safe keeping. Rose had to close her eyes for a moment to stop herself from crying. The ache in her heart that was from Harry's departure was all too raw at that moment. It took Ginny placing her hand on Rose's to finally open her eyes, smiling at her friend as she blinked away the last of the tears. Rose sent a silent thank you with her eyes to Ginny before she finally opened the box. The gasp got everyone excited, as Rose gingerly ran a finger along the contents of the box. Staring right at her were two beautiful wands. Rose automatically made the connection and realised that these were her parent's wands. Rose had to blink rapidly in order to quell the stem of tears that threatened to flow out of her eyes.

Taking the smaller of the two wands, Rose held it in her hands, as a sudden warmth spread throughout her and red sparks spot out from the tip. "It's mum's wand…" Rose told the group.

Juni had tears in her eyes as she remembered buying said wand in Diagon Alley all those years ago. Rose took the other wand out, feeling only a faint warmth in her hand. Putting her father's wand back in the box carefully, Rose studied her mother's wand some more. "Well I guess I won't have to get a wand next year." Rose tried to joke, but it came out as more of a sob as her tears broke through the dam of her eyes.

Ginny embraced her friend as Rose laid her head on Ginny's shoulder, her body shuddering in whacking sob "God, why does my brother have to be such a wonderful boy. Why can't he just be an obnoxious brat who sends me socks for my birthday instead of wonderful things like this."

Soon Juni and Alex both came over and embraced their granddaughter, as grandmother and granddaughter cried on for their lost ones, a mother and a daughter.

The rest of the night was fairly subdued after Harry's gift. Molly and Arthur reminded Rose not to perform magic whilst at home, and told her that she could come over and learn some simple spells from Molly during the week. With the Weasleys departing for the Burrow, the Evans retreated to their rooms for sleep after bidding each other goodnight. Rose sat her wand down by the nightstand and set her other presents on the desk, before taking out a piece of parchment and ink, ready to write a letter to her brother.

Dear Harry, also known as best brother in the world,

You are a total prat, you know that. You made me bawl my eyes out receiving your gift. Why do you have to be such an amazing brother, why can't you just be an annoying sod like Ron! Thank you so much Harry, of all the gifts I'd thought you'd get me, mum and dad's wands were the last thing I thought you'd get me. Thank Hagrid for me as well, he got me some lovely homemade (Magic made) Unicorn hair ribbons.

Now, onto more pressing matter. My dear brother…you are to start writing to Ginny from tomorrow. Just say hello and tell her about what you're up to. It only has to be one letter per week, or however many you want.

I'm glad to hear you're doing so well as well Harry, I'm so proud of you, and so are Gran and Gramps. I can't wait to show them who really has the brains of the family.

Love you with all my heart Harry,

Your little sister, the best sister,

Rose Potter, Best Potter,

Wrapping her letter up, Rose strapped it to Hedwig's foot and sent her out into the night with an affectionate pat. Crawling up into bed, Rose couldn't help but feel lonely at missing her brother, but knew he was happy and learning all he could. She was proud of him, and him of her. She just wished that she could sit in bed and discuss all her worries with him instead of having to rely on owls bringing letters back and forth. Letting sleep overtake her, Rose shut her eyes and started to dream of the lovely day she had and how much better it would have been if Harry was there.

Fate had mused to them self that perhaps things were spinning a little too well. How could the boy learn to master his fate if life did not present challenges? So, Fate discussed the options at their disposal to Kyrios. Kyrios Smiled his smile, a smile that sent shivers down Fate's spine. "The boy will be prepared. Just as the five bridesmaids were prepared, as will the boy and his family be."