Some people may have noticed I have a horrible habit of disappearing for months without updating. I promise that I still care about my stories, it's just hard to fit in writing with a busy schedule. Anyway, this chapter will see Finn's first interactions with the people who will become her best friends at Hogwarts, and which house she is sorted into.

"Finnely Potter! We are going to be late young lady!" Remus Lupin exclaimed, tapping his foot impatiently. The small redhead bounced down the stairs, a small bag in hand. Her trunk was sat by Remus' feet. The elder man could not help but smile at his goddaughter in amusement. She was the spitting image of her mother, and yet she was a ball of energy like her father.

Picking up the little girl in his arms, he made certain she had a tight hold on her bag. He threw the floo powder into the fireplace he had been standing by, and soon after the two were at the Weasley home, where Molly ushered the two along with her own children into the family car.

After a short ride to the train station and a quick sprint through to platform 9 ¾, the families were met with the familiar sight of the magnificent train to Hogwarts. Remus smiled down at Finn as she looked around with awe. He had always taken great pleasure in showing her the wonders of the world they lived in.

Molly soon pulled the man into a conversation whilst Finn ran around with Ginny and Ron, giggling. He watched the children, a small smile on his face.

"You've done such a good job with raising her, Remus." Molly observed. "Lily and James would be so proud."

He nodded. "She's turning into a wonderful young witch. I only wish they could be here to watch her grow up."

Molly laid a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "I know you miss them, but I'm certain that they are watching over the two of you from Heaven." Molly, like many witches and wizards, was a Christian, believing in Heaven and God and Jesus. Remus used to believe in that himself, but since his friends had been taken from him, since He Who Shall Not Be Named had risen to power, he found himself doubting his beliefs.

He sighed and changed the subject. "So, this year is Finn, and in the next two years we'll be seeing Ron and Ginny leaving for school as well, not to mention Harry. It seems that all too soon we'll have empty nests." He frowned slightly at the thought.

Molly however, was not to be brought down by the thought. "Oh pish, you know as well as I that those children will never truly leave us, especially my Ron." At that, she turned to see her youngest son getting dangerously close to a boy's cart. "RONALD WEASLEY, YOU WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING YOUNG MAN!"

The startled boy immediately moved away from the cart, sheepishly returning to his mother's side, where his sister and Finn were also standing. Clucking her tongue at him, Molly licked her thumb and cleaned a spot of dirt from the boy's cheek. "Oh Ron, what are we going to do with you?"

Scuffing his shoe on the ground, the young boy looked at his mother, eyes full of sorrow. "I'm sorry Mummy." He apologized with a quiet voice.

Molly sighed and pulled him into a tight hug. "It's quite alright Sweetheart. Just be careful next time, yea?" The boy nodded his agreement and hid his face in his mother's abdomen.

The group continued to chat until the train whistled, signalling that it was time for Finn and the elder Weasley brothers to depart.

"Goodbye Ron. I'll miss you." Finn sighed, throwing her arms around her friend. His ears turned bright red and the little boy's face was soon dressed with a small, goofy smile as he hugged her back. Releasing him, she turned to Ginny, her best friend for the past five years. "Oh Gin, I'm going to miss you so much!" She cried and flung herself into the younger girl's arms.

The two girls remained locked in each other's arms for a few moments before pulling apart. Ginny was crying and immediately turned to her mother for comfort.

Finally, Finn turned to Remus. "Papa…" She trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"My beautiful little girl, I am so proud of you." He smiled, hugging her tightly. "Remember, no matter what house you are in, I am always proud of you Finn." The little girl let out a small sob.

"I love you Papa."

"I love you too, Finn. Now go, before I decide to keep you to myself."

He dropped a swift kiss to the top of her head and sent her off with Molly's boys, Fred and George, waving the entire time.

Remus did not bother to hide his tears as she disappeared into the train.

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The train ride was a tad long, and Finn was sure to stick close to the twins' sides. Though they were a year older than her, they still took joy in playing with the girl, teaching her small pranks and jokes that she could play on someone.

Eventually, the train door opened and three first-years tumbled in. One, a boy, smiled brightly. "Hullo, mind if we sit here?" He asked politely. At the nods of the redheads, they took their seats.

"I'm Finn Potter." Finn introduced suddenly, smiling brightly.

The children across from the Weasleys and Finn rose their brows.

"As in Lily and James Potter?" a small girl with dark hair asked.

"Yes, they're my mum and dad." Finn smiled, albeit a bit sadly.

George put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "I'm George Weasley, this is my twin, Fred." Fred waved and grinned at the children.

"I'm Cho. Cho Chang." The small girl spoke again. "This is my best friend, Marietta Edgecombe," She pointed to another girl with freckles and red hair, "And this is Cormac McLaggen." She gestured to the boy, who had curly blond hair.

As they all became acquainted, the group settled into a comfortable conversation about their homes and Hogwarts. The younger ones stayed away from the topic of houses and the sorting ceremony.

Finally, they noticed the train slowing, and stood from their seats. Filing out of their cart and off the train, the Weasleys lead the first-years towards Hagrid, and then left to join some friends. Hagrid quickly took noticed of Finn, and gasped. "You look just like yer mother did at yer age." He whispered before he could catch himself. Luckily, no one had noticed.

Clearing his throat, the half-giant ordered the first years onto the boats and into the castle, where they were met with Professor McGonagall, who also took notice of Finn. Her eyes widened slightly, but she nonetheless continued to explain the sorting ceremony to the group of children.

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Professor Severus Snape's eyes widened as he looked out into the group of first years entering the Great Hall. More specifically, he was gazing at a small redhead. She had high cheekbones, a dainty nose, neat eye-brows, and he assumed she probably had green eyes as well. Severus knew in an instant who the girl was; Finnely Victoria Potter, Lily's daughter. And oh, she was the spitting image of her mother at that age.

He knew of course, that this meant the little girl had finally come of age, and would most likely be sorted into the house of her parents. In that moment though, Severus made the decision that he would be there for her. No matter her father, she was Lily's child, her daughter, and she looked too much like his lost love for him to hate. Yes, Severus knew he would develop a soft spot for this girl.

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Finn waited with baited breath as the hat was placed on top of her head.

My oh my, we have a Potter here. Miss Finnely, it is an honour.

"Oh hello Mr. Hat. I assure you, the honour is all mine."

Finn found it easy to communicate with the hat, who was being very polite to her. They conversed for a few moments, and the hat tried to place her in a proper house.

Too open and honest for Slytherin for sure, but as for the other three, it is a tough decision. You're kind and caring like a Hufflepuff, but quick as a whip and sharp as a tack like a Raven claw. I sense great courage as well, a quality well suited for Gryffindor. Tell me Miss Potter, where would you like to be placed?

"Mr. Hat, if I am honest I would like to be placed in Gryffindor. My parents and my Papa were all from that house, and I want to do them proud."

Then it is done, Miss Finnely. Congratulations.

"Thank you, Mr. Hat."

Finn grinned as the hat sucked in a deep breath and shouted very loudly, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The house of the brave stood and clapped loudly, cheering as the eldest Potter child joined the table along with Cormac and a girl named Katie Bell.

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After a wonderful feast, the first years settled into their new houses. Finn and Katie were roommates along with a few other girls, all first years, and they couldn't be happier. The two girls had become quick friends, and Finn could sense that their friendship would last for a long while.

The next morning after breakfast, the first year Gryffindors and Slytherins had Potions Class with Professor Snape, whom had a formidable reputation. Finn had noticed the Professor looking quite gloomy during breakfast, so she decided to stay back after class to talk to her professor.

The class itself was quite interesting for the girl. The Slytherins seemed alright, though some were not nice at all, and the Gryffindors were very hyper. Finn herself took great interest in the lesson the Professor was teaching them, about different types of potions and their uses.

After the class' end, Finn waved Katie and Cormac off, and took her time picking up her books and notes. After she was certain the class was empty, she approached her professor.

"Miss Potter, can I help you with something?" The professor asked, an eyebrow raised.

Shaking her head, the redhead smiled. "No, thank you Professor. I just wanted to tell you that your lesson was very interesting, and I can't wait for tomorrow's class."

This comment drew a small smile from the normally gruff professor. To have a student so interested in his lessons on their first day was rare. "Thank you, Miss Potter. I can only hope your classmates share your enthusiasm. Is there anything else you'd like?"

She bit her lip, debating on whether to do what she had thought of doing or not. Deciding to go ahead, she held out her hand. Slowly, a small daisy grew into her palm, and she held it out to the professor.

"I just noticed, Professor, that you looked down this morning. I wanted to give you this. After all, everyone could use something pretty to brighten their day."

Stunned, the professor took the flower. She was liker her mother not only in appearance but also in personality, it seemed. "Thank you, Miss Potter."

The warning bell chimed for students to head to their next classes, and he smiled. "You'd best be on your way so that you're not late. Have a good day, Miss Potter."

She smiled brightly. "You too, Professor." With that, the girl left the class, still smiling.

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He couldn't believe that the resemblance went past the young girl's external appearance. The professor's icy heart had both broken and melted a little at the girl's gesture. Yes, she was very much like her mother indeed.