Jacob felt a sudden jab on his side. He opened his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep right in the middle of the Minister's speech and Isabel had waken him up.
"It's almost over" She whispered. She was right.
"And so," Said the Minister. "I want to say thank you all for attending the annual Ministry of Magic St. Potter Day celebration. Enjoy the rest of their summer everybody, and we will see you again next year."
"Finally, it's over." Said Jacob.
"Or so you'd think." Said Isabel.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Tell him mum."
"Well…" said Mrs. Weasley with a smile on her face. "We've agreed to host a special dinner tonight."
"What?"
"I said we're…"
"I heard. Why mum why?"
"Well…Longbottom asked us himself. You can't just say no to the Minister of Magic dear."
"So who's going to be at this dinner?"
"Us…"
"Obviously…" said Jacob quietly. But Mrs. Weasley, pretending she didn't hear it, continued.
"The Minister and his family, and the Kensingtons."
"The Kensingtons?"
"Yes, the Kensingtons."
"Why them?"
"I have no clue dear."
Jacob, wanting an explaination, turned to Mr. Weasley.
"Dad, why are the Kensingtons invited. I didn't know they were anything special."
Mr. Weasley gave him a look and said "Well they're obviously something special because they're invited to the St. Potter day celebration every year."
"A lot of people are invited to that. Why are they coming to this...special…dinner?"
"Well…I honestly don't know. I think the Kensingtons have some sort of connection to Harry Potter as well. I mean I think that's what this dinner is about. You know that Longbottom was a friend of Harry Potter's. But I was at Hogwarts at around the same time as Victoria Kensington. She was a year ahead of me though, so I didn't know her well. But I did hear McGonagall talking about her mother one day, about her mother and Harry Potter."
"Alright dad, whatever. Can I invite a friend over?" asked Jacob hopefully.
"No." Was Mr. Weasley's immediate answer.
Jacob stood in front of his mirror staring at his reflection. He was in dark green dress robes which his mother claimed brought out his eyes. Now if only something will hide my hair, he thought. Jacob hated his red hair. It made him stand out from the rest of his family, although every single professor he's ever had at Hogwarts tell him how great it is that he has his grandfather's hair. What's so special about my grandfather anyways? He thought.
Jacob walked downstairs and stood at the foot of the stairs with the rest of his family. His mother came over and fixed his bowtie much to his protest.
The doorbell rang and Mr. Weasley opened the door as he found the Minister and his family on the other side.
"Jonathan! Marianne!" Said Longbottom.
"Good to see you Minister, and Luna. How are you?" Jonathan Weasley greeted his guests.
"We're fantastic." Replied Luna Lovegood-Longbottom.
The Kensingtons arrived shortly after. Annette, Jacob noticed, was in a navy dress which really drew attention to her light blue eyes. Jacob gave her a small smile hello, and she gave him the same shy smile back.
Dinner was filled with talk of Longbottom and his wife Luna reminiscing about their days at Hogwarts with Harry Potter.
"Changed my life he did, I'll never forget Harry Potter. " Said Longbottom.
"Neville, I think that's quite enough." Said Luna. "I'm sure the kids are bored now."
"Oh," chuckled Longbottom. "I deeply apologize if I am boring you two to death." He said to Jacob and Annette.
"Jacob." Said Mrs. Weasley. "Why don't you give Annette a tour of the house? Seeing as how you're both done with your dinner."
"Teenagers, they just can't wait to get away from the adults." Laughed Longbottom. "I was this way too."
Jacob, however reluctant to have to socialize with someone as unsocial as Annette, was nevertheless glad to get away from the adults, and led her out of the dining room.
"So…what would you like to see?" Asked Jacob.
"I don't care." Said Annette. "What's there to see?"
"Well…that's a good question. I don't really know. I mean I've seen about everything in this house, and there really isn't much to see. Well…except…" He suddenly stopped talking to think.
"Except what?"
"The attic. My grandfather's attic to be exact. It's the exact way that he had left it when he died. Mum and Dad keeps it hidden for some reason. I accidentally stumbled upon it one day, they found out, and then forbid me to ever go in there again. It's quite interesting though, want to have a look?"
"But isn't it forbidden?"
"Forbidden, forschmidden. Let's go."
Jacob led Annette upstairs and to the last door at the end of the hallway. He opened it to reveal a coat closet. He then pushed aside the coats and revealed a small wooden door behind it, and opened it. A dusty set of stairs was on the other side of the door.
"Let's go." He led the way up.
Every piece of furniture in the attic was covered by a piece of white cloth, and the cloth was covered by dust and cobwebs. Annette could tell that it used to be a very handsome study.
Jacob walked over to the corner, and uncovered a piece of cloth to reveal a trunk.
"What's this?"
"This, is the most interesting thing in the room. I found many interesting things in here."
"Like what?"
"An invisibility cloak." Said Jacob.
"What else?" Asked Annette.
Jacob didn't want to tell her about the Maurauder's map. "Well, there was something else but that's a secret. And then nothing else, because I didn't have enough time to look through the rest of the trunk before my dad found me in here and screamed at me."
Jacob fumbled through the trunk, and after a while took out a book.
"I think it's a photo album." He said.
He blew some dust off the cover and opened it. The first picture showed three friends, no older than 17. The boy in the middle had round glasses, jet black messy hair, and green eyes under a lightning shaped scar. The boy to the right of him had bright red hair and an awkward smile. The girl on the other side had bushy brown hair, and held a book in her hands.
"Look." Said Annette, pointing at the caption underneath the picture. "Harry Potter."
"Ron Weasley…my grandfather." Said Jacob. "So my parents were right about him being friends with Harry Potter. I wonder who Hermione Granger is. Never heard of her."
"I think I know…" Said Annette. "My middle name is Granger. Named for my grandmother's maiden name."