So, as you can see we changed our mines. Actually, our friend finally sent us the document(Thanks Quibbs). We hope you all like this because we had sooooo much fun writing it….I could almost hear James' scream. Darn me, I shouldn't be reminiscing while you guys are just dying to read. Oh well, you deserve the toture. Jk…now I'm just babbling. On behalf of my other half and I, we hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Train Ride

"I guess we should find a compartment, then," said Rose, as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of Kings Cross Station. As the view of her aunt, uncle, brother, and parents waving to her, and her cousin chasing the train until it disappeared from view, was hidden behind the station's stone wall, Rose's mind was set on finding a good compartment – and her cousin, James. He had run off right after he had screamed at his mom to stop embarrassing him in public, chasing the girl of his dreams, Lavender Finnigan.

Meanwhile, Albus Potter watched in embarrassment as his brother, James, flirted horribly with Lavender Finnigan. James had inherited the Potter good looks, but the wit…not so much.

"James, just leave her alone," Albus moaned as Lavender rolled her eyes and James ran a hand through his hair.

"Albus, shut it," James said through gritted teeth. Albus sat down and stared out the window. He thought he could suffer no more when a miracle of the form of his cousins knocked on the compartment door.

"Hold on a minute," James said. He turned jauntily to the door and his face fell when he saw Teddy.

"Open it!" Albus commanded. James did just that with great reluctance.

"Teddy, man, hey," James said. Teddy smiled at James' use of the American words.

"Rose here was looking for you both," Teddy explained. After a look at Albus mouthing 'Get her out' and pointing a finger at Lavender, he thought quickly and said, "Oh, and Lavender, Jessica was looking for you. Something about Jaclyn Weasley and snogging."

Lavender dashed out of the compartment as Rose sank into the seat beside Albus.

"Hello," she said with a tired smile. "How's Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny."

"Oh, fine," Albus responded. "Lily's being a bit of a handful though. She wants to come so badly."

"Hugo has been the same way," Rose said, pulling out a thick book.

James had been talking to Teddy about a new broom he was saving up for.

"I have almost have saved up and Dad says if I make the House team, he just might get it for me," James explained.

"Nice," Teddy said.

"So…" James teased. "How's Victoire?"

Teddy blushed a deep red, causing his hair, which had been brown, to flash orange.

There was another knock on the door. Their cousins, Freddie and George Weasley and their siblings, Jaclyn, Nick, Mark, and Andrew, stood beaming.

"Hey guys," Teddy said gratefully. The family piled in. They all had the flaming red hair of their father, George, but the olive skin tone of their mom, Katie Bell.

"Nick, Mark!" James said, greeting his cousins. Rose, Albus, Freddie, and George began talking about the Sorting as Teddy and Andrew started questioning Jaclyn about the 'snogging incident."

A little while later, Victoire came by claiming that there was a meeting with a professor. Teddy, who had been animatedly talking Quittich with James, Mark, Andrew, Freddie, George, and a confused Albus, blushed again. He walked out the door and away from the compartments before grabbing Victoire and leaning her into the wall.

"Good excuse," he said. Victoire giggled and put her hands on his chest.

"Well, I needed to get you out of there somehow," she said. Teddy shoot his head, his hair turning blond.

"I'd leave anything for you," he mumbled before kissing Victoire deeply. He put his hand against the wall and she wrapped her arms around his back. Little did they know that a shell-shocked Freddie stood there, watching in horror and fascination, holding Teddy's robe.

James and George had come up the isle to see where she had gone, and pointed and laughed in that boyish way.

Teddy heard a laugh and pulled away. Victoire, not realizing why, groaned.

"Teddy!"

"Shshs," he said, holding a finger to her lips. "I've gotta go kill some first years."

"Hey," James said defensivly. "I am a grown up, adult twelve-"

"James!" called Freddie who was halfway down the hallway. "RUN!"

James turned, confused, and saw Teddy who had broken off one last kiss with an upset Victoire and looked menacing.

"Oh." He turned and dashed.

Anyone sitting in their compartment, holding a completely normal and civilized conversation with their friends, heard a high-pitched, 100 girly scream, and a huge commotion of loud footsteps, and flailing arms – a running James Potter, fearing for his life.

Teddy, on the other hand… let's just say, if he had a license to kill, it would have come in handy at that particular time and place. His face looked contorted with rage, every feature twisted and mad. His veins were pulsing out of his neck, and his hair had turned an angry shade of jet black. If you didn't know him, and you saw him in that state, the police would already be at the scene.

As this was going on, Rose, Albus, Freddie, and George were talking about the sorting.

"So, what house do you all want to be in?" asked George, in a way that said, 'We all know the answer, but say it anyway.' Everyone, expectedly, said Gryffindor, Rose complaining that her father would disown her if she wasn't put there. The only one that didn't answer was Albus. He was having one of his moments, when his face went completely blank, and he had a nervous breakdown. He was worrying about the sorting, and the possibility of being put in Slytherin. Suddenly, he remembered what his father had confessed to him at the station: that he had the power to choose which house he wanted to be in. He had said that he had told the hat that he wanted to be in Gryffindor, and, low and behold, that's where he ended up.

With the thought that he was going to use his father's advice pounded into his head, Albus sailed back to Earth, and joined the rest of the conversation. Rose was telling Freddie and George stories from their parent's time at Hogwarts, and all about their adventures. They spoke about Harry's heroism ("We really, really, REALLY need to find that Chamber of Secrets!"), Quidditch ("BEATERS FOR LIFE, FREDDIE!" "Righto, Georgie."), and they even dwelled on the ghosts and professors ("I heard that if you don't answer to Peeves when he asks you what color your underwear is, he'll stone you.").

"And I heard," James sulked, his jeans ripped, his hair disheveled, "That if you happen upon your cousin snogging someone, don't laugh."

He fell into the seat. Teddy reappeared. Jaclyn smirked.

"Now you know how I feel," Jaclyn said.

"Yeah, but Jack, you don't care," Teddy said. "I didn't want anyone knowing."

"No offense or anything," Andrew, who was a sixth year, commented. "You're a Meteamorphagi. It's hard to hide anything."

They carried out the rest of the train ride with many stories and laughs until it was time to change.

Albus felt a hollow feeling in his stomach.

"I don't feel well," he told James.

"Nervous?" James guessed. "It's normal."

"Yeah, just breathe," Mark said. "It'll be fine. You'll be put in Gryffindor, we'll all give you a deafening cheer, and you'll eat. Problem solved."

"Hope its that easy," Albus said.

Students piled off the train, and Teddy and Victoire were able to sneak in one more kiss. Rose, last off the train, just smirked.

"I predict a wedding by the end of the school year."

"Oh, good," Jaclyn said. "I love weddings. Drinks all around!"

Sorry…I know it's an HP fan fic, but I had to quote Jack Sparrow. It just fits….Jaclyn…Jack….oh all right, I'll stop trying to make you laugh. Review please! I love all the emails since my inbox usually isn't full otherwise. (I know, no life!)