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Newhooots Chapter 2.

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I Oliver Wood has just been woken up by absolute havoc from the hall way...

As Oliver Wood pulled the sheets up to his head it got pulled down by his wife. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes to see Hermione kneeling on her side of the bed poking him awake. "I'm up…" he muttered soundly trying to snuggle to a non existent blanket. His wife leaned in and poked him again. He wouldn't wake up so she pushed him down on his back and straddled him as she tried to poke him numerous more times. Oliver grumbled and swatted her hands away.

"Ah so that wakes you up huh…" Hermione said. Oliver sighed and finally fully opened his eyes to see the gorgeous creature on him. "You know…." He said suggestively placing his hands on his wife's hips pushing her down.

"No we cant…" she shot him down mischievously smiling at him.

"WHAAAT WHYYy!" he whined. Hermione then explained how they needed to get the older three children to the Hogwarts Express in three hours. "But it doesn't take that long…" Oliver reasoned. Hermione just chuckled and planted a kiss on his forehead after which she got off of him and pulled him off of the bed.

30 minutes after Oliver was ready to go to Kings Cross. He sat in the breakfast room, formerly the sunroom, of their Oxford house and watched Maggie zoom from one end of the house to the other looking for her missing runners. Oliver noticed a small sleepy girl walking into the kitchen holding a tattered teddy bear still in her jammies. She had her hair in two braids and was yawning as she entered the sunroom. "Daddy" she muttered as she got to Oliver who picked her up and sat her on his lap.

"I'm still sleepy….." the child said as she sleepily eyed her siblings panic about the house. Oliver kissed the top of her head and asked her if she wanted orange juice. The little girl nodded and Oliver gave her his glass of it. She drank it quickly and gave back the glass to him as she just sat there looking through the newspapers Oliver was reading.

"Daddy, I want to go to Hogwarts too…" she said almost pleading to her father.

"Emma sweetie you cant yet…" said Oliver who felt pity for the 8 year old. He was once in her position begging his father to let him stow away in the train with Helen, his older sister.

"But Nick is going…." Explained the little girl trying to hold back her tears of disappointment.

"That is because he is already 11. You'll get your chance don't worry" Oliver assured and this somehow made the little girl sigh in surrender and went on to answer the crossword with Oliver. A few minutes later Maggie ran into the sunroom chasing a black cat. "Melificent...get back here...holy shit...err...Hi dad...morning Emma" said Maggie who just found that swearing infront of her father wasnt really that good but it could be worse. If it were her mother she'd be told off for doing so. Oliver looked at his oldest and arched an eyebrow at her.

"I never heard anything. Go pack...30 more minutes before your mother might jump down your throat..." as he watched the 14 year old grab the squirm black cat which in Oliver's opinion was not a cat yet as it was not as big as old Crookshanks. Maggie smiled and grabbed a toast before runinng back up to her room whilst Oliver heard her shout at Wyatt about something. He fellt a tug on his sleeve and looked down to see Emma looking at him again. "You sure you cant stow me away in one of their trunks daddy?"

"No can do Emma, we'll have great time here. Trust me you'll see your siblings more often than you think"

"How could that be, they'd be at hogwarts...and and I'll..."

"Shh...just trust me on this...now what is another word for wretched...it starts with a 'd', 9 letters" asked Oliver as he looked through the crossword . Emma huffed and scribbled in "deplorable" and grabbed one of the toasts on her father's plate. Oliver exclaimed and asked as to why his daughter knew more words than he did. Emma smirked and said "Its cuz I read alot of books daddy, seriously read Chronicles of Narnia dad.."

"you are just like your mother" said Oliver as he jotted down another answer in boxes.

"Minus the hair, though I never said that daddy" whispered the 8 year old.

"I never heard a thing"

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In London, it was a similar situation . The Silverio-Weasley clan was not in much chaos as the Granger-Woods though. Jeff already had packed his stuff the night before whilst his twin and younger sister hadn't so he just lingered around trying to get out of their way. Stella and Parker were running about trying to find random clothes they had Tiffy, the nanny elf, to wash the night before. He sat in the living room waiting for his parents to emerge from their room and his sisters to stop panicking and get the elves to help them search. When Stella had come by earlier to ask if he had packed her Quiddtich robes he had said he hadn't and teased her about her mystery Quiddtich player boyfriend, insinuating Mike Flint of course, which only earned him a remark about him being head boy. What was wrong with being head boy anyways?

Parker was randomly going through every room of their house looking for her shoes. She swore she was wearing them a week ago as she had to go to a formal dinner at her Grandmama (Jullietta Catalan, they called Molly Grams). She tried to remember when she last wore them and it clicked to her that she took the Mary Janes off in her mama's room after which she slept in their bed because there was a spider in her room and refused to sleep in the room unless Jeff killed the spider but her brother didn't kill it until her father told him to. She hurried up to her parents' room and opened the door ajar to find her parents kissing by the wardrobe.

"Ew…Mama, Papa get a room" she said as she beeline for her shoes that were indeed in the room. Percy raised an eyebrow at his daughter and said "We are in the room now scoot". Cal swatted him and said that he'll give their daughter scars with that comment.

"Parker...go pack…we leave in 45 minutes…." Chuckled Percy as he arched an eyebrow at his wife who was frowning at him.

"I'm trying I'm tyring!..." exclaimed the 12 year old girl. Grabbing the shoes by the wardrobe the then ran out of the room.

"Get Tiffy to help..go go go! Scoot child…" said Cal. "Very funny…" sang the 12 year old as she shut the door behind her.

Parker headed up to her room and sighed. Closing her door to filter out the rising argument between Stella and Jeff, she sat on her bed looking at her shoes. She dropped them in her trunk and dug underneath her bed taking out her ballet shoes. She had waved her wand and all of her stuff went into her trunk under age magic inside one's home when both parents are there it was undetectable. Putting on the worn out pointe shoes she tip toed across her room to the mirror hanging on her door. She did a few spins and stopped into a perfect second arabesque position. She looked into the mirror and said "they'll never let you live like a muggle". Sighing she went back to her trunk and threw the worn out pointe shoes in. Looking into her summer ballet box she touched the programme of that summer's recital and smiled. She then placed back the box underneath her bed and headed out dragging her trunk with her.

Later at King Cross

The Wood family got to the platform earlier and was trying to get Emma to unlatch herself from Maggie. The 8 year old really did want to go to Hogwarts! Around 10:45 Percy's family got to the Platform. Percy and Cal met up with the other Weasleys then with Hermione and Oliver. As the train moved away they waved at their children telling them to stay out of trouble and such but they highly doubted that. McGonagall already owled each of them at least once or twice a year about their children wreaking havoc at Hogwarts, the worst part was that 6 of the Weasley children were all in Gryffindor whilst there was an equal amount in Ravencalw. The good news was that Harry was the head of Gryffindor now which meant the man had a power over the children much more strong than any other head of house as he was an Uncle to all of them. After which everyone dispersed to their work which left Oliver and Percy standing at the platform Emma was taken by Hermione who had a day off.

"So…shall we head to work?" asked Percy cheerfully.

"I think so…." said Oliver.

The two men walked slowly down the street trying to kill off time before they have to sit in their chairs again. Oliver had a Quiddtich season to plan and Percy had a stack of paperwork to read and sign.

"so…I still feel like we're 28…" said Oliver as he looked at the young couple sitting in a coffee shop talking animatedly. Percy agreed time seemed to have frozen when he married his wife and he couldn't believe his twins were graduating that coming spring. Oliver was wondering if Maggie had a boyfriend yet and what house Nick would get sorted in, he was bettingt hat Nick was going to be a raven. They got to the ministry building and sighed. "Here we are….again…" said Oliver as he eyed the building. They entered the lift and pressed their floors.

"….did you hear….." started Oliver.

"That Mordecai is joining you in coaching this year?" finished Percy.

"How did you hear about that?"

"Well, I am head of security and well you'll see me around during the tournament"

"…you gotta be kidding me…." Exasperated Oliver.

"Nope….so this is my floor, see you round lunch" said Percy as he stepped out of the lift. Oliver watched as people in the Security department flinched at Percy who was shouting at them already. For good reason, there was a major slip up in the border security up north.

Two floors up Oliver got off and headed to his office. He passed by his assistant Reggie Weasley. Reggie looked like Bill with touches of Fleur like he becomes beaky when he gets slightly annoyed. Anyway. He stood up to greet Oliver and followed him into the office. "Mr. Wood…."

"Reggie….I told you to call me Oliver…." Said Oliver as he took off his muggle cloak to put on a work cloak.

"…Wood…there?" said Reggie who was jotting down something on a pad.

"Better…." Agreed Oliver who was now sitting on his desk shifting through the rolls of parchment in front of him.

"I have 3 scrolls for you, its from the Department of Security regarding about the venues and such for the season. The Weasley twins Sr. owled you, here it is and you have a mail from McGonagall." Informed the 21 year old assistant.

"Thanks Reggie…."

"No problem. Oh and Aunt Hermione called before you came and said that since you cant get a day off today she was going to buy Emma an enchanted pony." Oliver and Reggie laughed at the message. Hermione likes to humor Oliver, though he knew she was capable of finding and purchasing a pony for Emma as she had all the resources to do so.

"Now can you owl these protocols back to Percy. Owl it with our most annoying owl," handing a thick scroll to Reggie who took it and weighed it.

"holy crap, Uncle Percy has no life….I'll get in trouble for that…."

"Nah he'll know it was me who asked for you to do so….go…."

Oliver reached for the blinds and tugged them allowing the sun to infiltrate his dark office. He looked outside his office to find his people doing their work he sighed as he caught sight of his image on the glass. He was aging but at least he wasn't loosing hair yet. Reggie stepped in the office again and said "Did Francesca by any chance greet a boy on the platform?"

"Err…I didn't notice. She did have a compartment with a bunch of people. That Weston boy was in that compartment."

"….that's it. He's going down…" said Reggie frowning. "just brotherly concern….just push the button when you need me Wood"

"brotherly love. I pity the 3 female Weasleys..." muttered Oliver as he go to his work. This year was going to be interesting.

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