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Lily II POV
I woke up exited, I was going to learn about my grandparents, but me and my brothers had to be careful, we had to make sure it didn't slip that they died. I walked out of my room and saw my brothers walking out of theirs.
"Hey sis!" Albus said…or was it James? Argh there as bad as Uncle Fred and George(Fred never died! Fred is not dead!)
"Yes, good morning dear sister." Okay I knew that was James, it was hard to spot the differences between them, but James always said 'dear' when speaking to one of us.
"Kids, you up? Breakfast is ready!" we heard grandma's voice float up the stairs. At the sound of food my brothers practically ran down the stairs, I rolled my eyes, brothers.
I walked down the stairs like an actual human being instead of a starving Hippogriff after meat. When I walked into the kitchen my brothers were all ready at the table scarffing down food, grandpa just looked at that.
"Good morning, Lily," grandma said kissing my forehead, "how did you sleep, sweetie?" she asked, placing a plate in front of me.
"Really good grandma," I looked at my plate and saw homemade pancakes, just like my mom makes, I took a bite, "This is good grandma, now I see where mom gets her excellent cooking from, you and grandmum are the best cooks."
"Why, thank you dear," she turned towards the boys, "Boys, slow down, honestly you're acting like you're father did in school." I laughed.
"You and mum say that all the time, dad was the same way." I said quickly as the boys looked at each other while grandpa was laughing.
"So who's your mother?" grandma asked.
"Ginny Weasely." I replied.
"Molly and Arthurs?" grandpa asked.
"Yup, youngest and only daughter." I responded.
"So, Hermione, what's she like?" grandma asked.
"Aunt Hermione is really smart, she looks just like you grandma and has grandpa's eyes. She has three kids, twins Rose and Violet, there our age, and their little brother Johnny." I said, it was true, well half-true, John was the name of dad's grandpa, I remember seeing his name in the Potter Family Tree.
"How old is Johnny?" grandpa asked.
"Johnny is 11 and is starting Hogwarts next year with our little sister, Jasmine, along with some of our other cousins."
"And what about your father?" grandma asked.
"He looks like grandpa only with grandma's eyes. He has grandma's temper but dad's personality."I said.
"That was great grandma." Said the boys at the same time.
"Do they do that often?" grandma asked.
"Yup." All three of us responded at the same time.
"Do you three do that often?" Grandpa asked.
"No, not often." We all said, "Well, maybe sometimes." We said together again.
Our grandparents laughed.
When we finished breakfast we went to the living room and just hung out. We revealed some things about the future, like who was teaching at Hogwarts, but then a question we weren't prepared for, was asked.
"So, why did Harry name you after us and Albus?" grandpa asked.
"Oh, you were the biggest helpers when it came to defeating Voldey, you four are considered war hero's, so when we were born and me and James look like you guys, and Al got named Albus because Dumbledore had died a few months prior from natural causes, I think he was around two hundred? Give or take a hundred." They cracked a smile.
"Does it get confusing when we're all in a room, like we are now?" grandpa asked.
"You bet it does, but grandpa is called Prongs and I'm called slugger," I said.
"Why slugger?" grandpa asked.
"I'm beater for Gryffindor, and grandpa Weasley is Muggle obsessed and got that nickname from some Muggle sport, baseball, it was called…" I said quickly making up a lie.
"It's true, knocked out the Slytherin seeker so Al could catch the snitch last week." James said.
"Does Harry play Quidditch?" grandpa asked.
"Yup! Got on the team his first year." Said Al.
"Really! And Mini allowed it?" James asked.
"Yup, she saw him catch Uncle Neville's Remembrall when Malfoy threw it." James said.
"Neville?" Grandma asked.
"Yea, Aunt Alice and Uncle Franks son, today is the day he's born, but it'll be around 11 pm." I said.
"Speaking of birthdays, I still need to get Padfoot something…you three wouldn't by any chance know what to get him?" Grandpa asked.
"That's simple." James said.
"A flying motorcycle." We said all together.
"Really, I got him a flying motorcycle?" grandpa asked.
"Yup! Its super cool!" James said.
"I'm guessing I did the charm work?" grandma asked.
"Yup." James replied.
Well that seems like a good place to end, so review! Please!