A/N: For this chapter I wanted to focus a bit on the family's back home. I just couldn't figure out what the students were supposed to do, so I decided that I should maybe put it in a different perspective entirely.

A/N: For all you Americans I bolded all the words you might not have caught.

Fannying around: According to Google, procrastinating

Duff: rubbish

Nesh wimp: pretty much a wimp

Hunky-dory: fine; good

Disclaimer: Viera Grace+fanfic=an imitation of an incredible author

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Taylors,

We are displeased to notify you of an occurrence involving both your daughters, Whitney and Cathryn Taylors. They were seen vandalizing the hallways of Hogwarts with two other accomplices, who shall go unnamed. They are banned from the product's store, Zonkos, and are under a suspension for a period of several days. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry would ask for no further disrespects to the school caused by your children. Thank you.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

" Barnaby! Barnaby! Look at this letter sent from the school. Your daughters are up to mischief it says, vandalizing property. Control your children" huffed a red-faced Meredith Taylors, as the post owl flew off. Her husband didn't look up from his Quibbler. " How come they're always your children when announcing their accomplishments, but mine when they fail?" he asked, scratching in hippogriff in the vertical crossword. " Oh, and love, would you happen to know a synonym for aconite?"

Dear Molly and Arthur,

It's the twins again. This time it was Dungbombing (how original). Do you mind suspension? Their usual is all out of stock, momentarily. Just thought I should let you know.

ps. Are we still up for tea on Friday?

Minerva McGonagall

Molly grinned. Only three letters had been sent so far, in an entire week. She would have to remember to congratulate the boys when they arrived home for the holidays. " Arthur! The boys were Dungbombing again" Molly called out. Her husband mentioned something unintelligible as he tinkered with the 'eckeltricity' plugs.

Dear Dad,

You won't believe it! Harry Potter is a Ravenclaw. I was sure he'd be in Gryffindor, with me. On that topic…GRYFFINDOR! I can't wait to play Quidditch and choose my classes and graduate and….

Arthur threw the letter in the bin before he could read the rest. As much as he loved the little boy, talking to him was like boarding with Aunt Muriel for a year.

To a Mrs. Flamel

Meet me in the Forest, by the unicorn grove. There we shall discuss your wishes.

Quirellus Quirell

Perenelli dropped the letter, shocked at the content of the paper. She knew what forest he was talking about, but why there? Was he a Hogwarts professor? How had he heard her pleas for the Stone, for her and Nicholas' life? Could he truly cure her? Questions buzzed through her head, fizzing like a Whizbee. Nicholas was already getting The Bloodletting, the first phase of The Immortal Dying. Leeches sucked his veins slowly, taking his blood drop by drop. Her husband had moaned of the pain, and Perenelli just couldn't stand to look in his eyes.

She wasn't very religeous, and in the wizarding world religeon was not common practice, but she had prayed for hours on end that night The Bloodletting started. It was only a matter of time before Perenelli began to weaken, and then who would take care of them both? Very few people knew of their immortal state, and The Stone. Dumbledore was the only one who knew of both, and he had been the thief in the first place.

Oh, what was she to do?

A/N: Finally, the beginning of the plot! Hope you like it. Pretty please Read&Review!