I realize it's not as long, but I wanted it to give a bit of back ground. The next chapter will be long, full of excitement, action, and Death Eaters!
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"Are you packed? All good?" asked my mother.
"Yes," came the sound of 4 irritable people. We were on the edge. Hugo was randomly setting things on fire. Rose was randomly muttering things from her school textbooks (She was in Ravenclaw, to the disappointment of my father). Hugo was in Gryffindor. And I? Well, I was a metamorphmagus- I couldn't control the color of my hair when I got really agitated. It kept on switching from a curly turquoise to a straight brown and to a curly silver. Finally, my mother had it.
"ENOUGH, Amelia and Hugo! This is a very important occasion," she said sternly.
"It's just the Potters," grumbled Hugo. "You've known them for years."
My father was wearing very formal robes, my mother, a dress that Auntie Fleur gave to her on my parents wedding day. My two other siblings were looking very formal. I, on the other hand, was wearing jeans, and a very elegant top.
"Maybe so, Hugo. But, Harry has invited many, many, many important guests to this occasion. Might we conduct in a more eloquent manner?"
"Who're all coming?" asked Rose.
"Many family members. The Longbottoms, the Malfoys (at this, Rose turned a deep shade of red), yes Hugo, the Malfoys, the MacMillans, the McLaggans, several old friends, and some very important members of the Ministry of Magic, and some teachers of Hogwarts, including the Minerva McGonagall. Please behave in a decent way so I can show that I somewhat succeeded in raising my three children." The three of us sniggered at this.
"Mother, we are most definitely pleased to represent the ancient clan of Weasley-Granger in a most proper sublime and noble way," I said, imitating my uncle Percy. Dad and Hugo burst out laughing, and Rose grinned, but Mom didn't look pleased at all.
"Listen here, young lady. One step out of line, you will be sent right back home." Right at that moment, my eagle, Luna, entered through the window.
"Where was she for the past week?" inquired Rose.
"None of your buisness," I retorted. If any of them found out... no. They couldn't.
They would have to find out eventually, but right now was a horrible time. Luna had the letter with her. "Excellent," I muttered, putting it in my jean pocket. I would read it later, away from prying eyes. Hugo was already eying it with great curiosity. Mom rolled her eyes.
"The bird is finally here. That makes every member of the family accounted for." My sister and brother had owls. It was customary in England. I was always a rebel.
"How're we getting to the Potter manner, Mum?" asked Rose. "Apparition? Floo
Powder? Portkey? Flying?"
"Apparation," said my father. "Least amount of damage to all this stuff. Amelia, you have the least amount of stuff, so you'll be going last. Rose, you have the most. Your mother and I will take your trunks, and, we will both Apparate to the main entrance of the Potter Manor. We will then come back, and pick up everyone else's stuff." Rose came up with her 4 trunks. Dad and Mom, along with Rose and her trunks, disappeared with a pop. A few seconds passed, when Hugo asked,
"Where's the letter from?" I hesitated. If I couldn't trust him or Rose, I couldn't trust anyone.
"I'll tell you later," I promised. "Now's not the best time." Soon, my parents appeared again, and Hugo and his stuff disappeared. When they came back, it was my turn.
"It can be a bit uncomfortable to Apparate," warned my mother. "You could vomit, but you're a tough little girl, you'll be fine." There was a pop, and I felt as if all my insides were being squeezed out, my eyes being forced into my head. Suddenly, there was a grand manor, standing in front of me.
"The Potters live large," I muttered. I had never seen the Potter side of my family. Harry Potter always seemed larger than life- they called him the Master of Death. I never knew why, maybe because he was the one who defeated the Dark Lord. My parents wouldn't tell me either. Hugo and Rose were on both sides of me. They grabbed my hands.
"Lia, when... when our cousins come, try... try not to panic," Rose said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Hugo and Rose looked at each other, communicating silently.
"Listen, Albus is fine... but James, try to stay on his good side. You don't want to see his bad one." I saw a figure in blue walking out of the Manor. She had flaming red hair.
"That's Aunt Ginny. She's nice enough," whispered Rose in my ear.
"HELLO!" bellowed Aunt Ginny. Our Parents had just apparated behind us.
"Behave," hissed my mother.
The 5 of us waved. Ginny came closer and closer.
"Hello, Rose, Hugo!" She embraced Dad and Mom. "So good to see you!" Then she turned her attention to me.
"And you would be?" she asked? My hair was completely silver, my eyes, a hazel. She obviously didn't recognize me, although, my voice sounded close enough to Rose.
"This is Amelia. My third child," said Dad. He looked quite proud.
"She has an Eagle," commented Aunt Ginny. "You don't look like the rest of your family, do you, Amelia."
"How is it that you don't know about me?" I asked.
"Oh, I do, but I just haven't met you before. Now, let's go inside, shall we?