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Chapter 4: Don't You See the Family Resemblance

Bailey's P.O.V.

My fifteenth birthday and I was up at four o'clock in the morning. All because I had heard the door my dormitory open and close. Or at least I thought I did, I really wasn't sure. Nobody else had seemed to have heard it, not even Rose and she would wake up if someone stepped out of bed. So I figured it must've been my brain's way of telling me to wake up.

For the first few minutes of being awake I just sat there on my bed staring blankly at the door, trying to convince myself that I hadn't lost my mind. Then, I tried to go back to sleep, but of course that didn't work. I silently counted for a while, got all the way up to fifty-three before getting bored. I stared out the window for some time. I made a few weird faces at the walls. Eventually I managed to fall asleep, which was a very good thing considering Quidditch tryouts were that day.

I was woken up again at about seven or so when Rose came storming in her face as red as her hair, and she was so kind as to slam the door behind her. She was mumbling something to herself, something that sounded like, "Why is he such a prat?" And other things like that.

"Everything alright Ro?" I yawned, slowly sitting up in my bed. Everything was still kind of blurry, but I could make out the expression on her face that told me that something was really bothering her. I rubbed the back of my head, and gave her a weird look, "What's up Rosie?"

Andrea Finnigan muttered something from her bed, which told me she must've still been sleeping.

Rose sighed as she sat on the edge of my bed. "Scorpius Malfoy is a git."

"Yeah, what's new?" Rose had always thought Scorpius was a git. She had always thought his arrogant personality was irritating. Usually they bickered like some old married couple, which is why I always teased Rose about liking him. She never actually confirmed if she liked him or not, but I knew she did.

Rose lied back so that her feet were still on the floor, but her back was on the bed. "Scorpius asked me to meet him this morning." I nodded. "And well it was early this morning-"

"It was you who snuck out this morning? At around four?" I asked, cutting her off.

Slowly, she nodded and continued, "Well, we really just talked. And then." She paused and sat up again, "He just kind of told me that we can't talk anymore. I mean it's not like I asked him to meet me. I didn't kiss him at the end of last year. I don't go and pick fights with him It's always him that's starting things, and he has the nerve to tell me that we can't talk anymore. Why is he such an idiot?"

"Will you shut up?" An irritated Andrea Finnigan yelled as she threw a pillow our way.

It landed on the floor before it reached us. "Maybe you should just get up," I yelled back at her before turning back to Rose, "So what're you gonna do? Just avoid him?"

"Well, what else would I do? It's not like I really want to be associated with him anyways." I grinned at her to which she punched me in the arm, "You're just as much as an idiot as he is." She knew that I believed she secretly liked him.

I rubbed my arm and pouted, "Y'know, I must be the greatest person ever because I'm always putting up with your abuse. Physical and mental."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, and happy birthday."

"Thanks Rosie," I laughed as I threw my legs over the side of my bed. "Should I even bother taking a shower? I mean Quidditch tryouts are today, and I'm just going to be getting all sweaty anyways. Are you trying out this year? I know last year when you tried out well, it didn't go well, but you shouldn't feel discouraged."

"I'm not trying out, and it's not just because last year was completely humiliating. With the classes I'm taking this year, I really don't have time for practices and games. I mean I'll be going to games, but I'll be able to at least get some studying done during them. And I doubt anyone will care if you shower or not."

"Are you sure the other kids aren't going to make fun of me?" I joked as I picked out my outfit for the day. "I'll be right back." I didn't like changing in front of people. Some people were okay with it, I just wasn't one of those people. Even with Quidditch I was uncomfortable changing when there were other people in the locker room. After changing I went back to the bedroom and sat back down on my bed. "So what're we doing today Rosie?"

She eyed me rather strangely, "Well, I don't know what you're doing today, but Al and I are going to be in the library for quite some time, you're welcome to join us. We're going to be working on the Charms essay; you're welcome to join us if you want."

"Rose, that sounds- that sound dreadful, and is not the way I'm going to be spending today. I'm really not sure what I'm going to do, but it's definitely not going to be that." I really had no clue what I was going to do, but I knew I figure something out. "But you two go on, I'll probably just walk around until Quidditch tryouts."

"Well we're not going until after breakfast, and we'll be done well before Quidditch tryouts," she explained as she stood up. "And y'know you really should eat something too, wouldn't want you to pass out."

I rolled my eyes standing up next to her. So what if I had passed out during our game against Hufflepuff the past year. We still won the game, that's what matters. "Okay. I pass out once, and you don't let me live it down."

"Are you coming or not?"

I sighed, "I'm standing aren't I?"

"Just come on."

We walked to the Great Hall together where we met up with Al and Jason Graceffa. A few people said happy birthday to me as we passed them, some of them I didn't even know how they knew it was my birthday. "Happy birthday Bai. Are you regretting not telling us what you want for your birthday yet?"

I shrugged, "Not yet, I'll let you know when it does." I turned my attention to Jason. I'm going to be honest; I was desperate to find someone to hang out with. Jason wasn't even really my friend, he was Al's friend. He wasn't very intelligent and didn't understand a lot of things, but as I said I was desperate to find someone to hang out with. "So Jason what're you doing today?"

"He's going to be studying with us," Al answered quickly. After getting a skeptical look from me Al continued, "Right, Jay?"

Jason furrowed his brow while looking at Al, "But I thought we were-"

"I know I told you we were going to practice a bit before Quidditch tryouts, but let's face it buddy, you really need to study." And that's when I knew something wasn't right. I didn't know what they were up to but it was definitely something.

"We should probably go do that now," Rose said placing her fork on her now empty plate. I really had no clue when she became such a fast eater.

"But Rose, we literally just got here. Literally, like three minutes ago. Maybe four." I whined, hoping that they'd for a few more minutes.

My attempt the get them to stay did not even stop them remotely. Rose gave me a sympathetic look after apologizing and leaving. Jason seemed very reluctant to go, but still went, leaving me alone…well not exactly alone since I was in the Great Hall which was filled with people, but I was alone in the sense that I was sitting by myself.

Once they were out of sight I searched the Great Hall for someone else to sit with. Eventually, my eyes found my older brother at the other end of the Gryffindor table. I didn't want to sit with my brother, I loved him and everything, but he was kind of on the more popular side of life than I was, and I always felt awkward sitting with him and all his friends. Of course he always said that I could sit with him whenever I felt the need to, however I still felt weird about it.

Lucky for me I didn't have to go over to him because he came and sat with me. And he didn't bring his entourage, which made me very happy. "Happy birthday, baby sis," he said with the same smile he always had on his face.

"Thanks, Benny," I said, knowing how much he hated it when I called him that. But I always called him Benny, except for the times that I wanted something from him and I called him big brother. I looked over his shoulder and to his friends who were all staring at us; I think he had told them not to follow him. "Um, I think your friends are lost without you."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I told them yesterday that I was spending today with the bestest little sister ever," he used his hand to pinch my check. After I pushed his hand away he continued, "Oh, I have a letter for you from dad. I saw his owl in the owlery yesterday and just grabbed both letters. I swear I didn't read it, but I'm guessing it kind of went the same way mine did."

"And how did yours go?" I asked kind of worried to find out the answer. Actually, not kind of worried, very worried. I just hid it my worry as well as I could.

His trademark smile faded as he answered, "Well, mom isn't doing any better. Not doing worse either though, which I supposes is good. Um, she can still recognize dad, and nana, but she has no clue who Brad is, which really is the worst part of it. I mean at least you and I understand that mom is sick, but Brad is only four. I know he's smart for his age, but I still don't know if he understands that his mom has no clue who he is. Then nana added some stuff, like don't beat up anyone, and other silly stuff like that, but I think she was just trying to make it so the letter wasn't completely depressing. Brad didn't write anything, but he signed his name, and wait 'til you see it, it's coming along really well."

My mom had been since I was in my second year, so it was two years prior to that when she became sick. At first it seemed like a cold, and it kind of snowballed from there. The week before Ben and I left that year her memory went blank, well not blank, but she lost a good portion of her memory. Like the fact that dad is a wizard, and the fact that she has three children, and the fact that she's married. It was really sad when I went to say bye to her and she hadn't an idea who I was, which is why I spent the majority of the ride on the Hogwarts Express sitting with Ben because I didn't want my friends to see me, the way I was.

"But let's not think about it," Ben said, his smile slowly returning, "it's your birthday. You're fifteen. It's like my baby sis is all grown up." He wiped a fake tear away from his eye and went on, "So what do you want to do today? I really did tell my friends that I'm spending the day with you, so I'm yours for the day. Unless you want me to leave."

"I was just going to sleep until eleven then walk around until Quidditch tryouts. Which reminds me, are you going to try out? You and I both know that you'd make the team easily, so don't even try to claim that you're no good."

"I'm not trying out. This being my last year here I don't want to have to actually do any work. Or any more work than I already have to do. And I am not letting you spend your birthday sleeping. You sleep too much as it is. As your older brother it really worries me."

I had something to say, but I never got to say it because Fred, Rose and Al's cousin, kind of came out of nowhere and sat down across from me. I found this to be strange because well him and I never really spoke. Sure I was best friends with his cousins, but besides that and Quidditch we really never had a reason to speak to each other. I gave eyed him curiously and asked, "I don't mean to sound rude, but what're you doing here?"

"What? I can't just come say happy birthday to you? Am I that terrible that you can't stand to be near me?" He made it sound like I really hurt his feelings, which I was pretty sure that I didn't.

"Well, I was in the middle of having a lovely conversation with my dear older brother, Benny," I hugged Ben and went on, "see, we were having a beautiful brother-sister moment and you just came and ruined it."

Fred laughed, "You two are brother and sister? How did I not know this?"

"Really? How did you not know this?" Ben asked. He pointed to his face and then to mine, "Don't you see the family resemblance."

Benny was not kidding. Most people could look at us and they just knew we had to be related in some way. We had the same grayish blue eye color. Same chestnut brown hair. And on several occasion we had been told that we had the same smile.

Fred shrugged, "I don't know. I just didn't."

"Okay well, you can go now," I said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

But of course he didn't leave instead he multiplied. One minute he's sitting across from me, I blink, and suddenly him and James are sitting across from me.

I swear if Louis shows up within the next ten minutes I'm going to pull my hair out, I thought silently. It wasn't really that I didn't like them; it was more that I had terrible people skills. I was okay around a few friends, but when I was in a group of people that I didn't really know what to do, I would become really quiet and awkward and sometimes hostile, which is why I didn't like sitting with Ben and his friends.

And then there was also the fact that I hadn't had a normal conversation with either James or Fred since – a while. Especially not with James, the questions Al asked on the train were kind of awkward, not that James and I were ever really friends, but those questions just made things weird.

"And now there are two of you. Lucky me," I sighed.

"Hey be nice," Fred said- or kind of yelled, but he was just a loud person, "Jamie here is the Quidditch captain and he can decided whether you make the team or not."

James rolled his hazel eyes, "I'm co-captain actually. And Derrick and I will be judging people purely on their skill as a Quidditch player individually and their skill to work together with a team. There will be no prejudice. And I really only came over here to come and get Fred before he said something idiotic."

"Me? Say something idiotic? Like what? Like-" And James covered Fred's mouth before he could say anything more.

"Yeah like that, you idiot. You really 'bout to spill the details to our latest prank. What's wrong with you?" James laughed.

Fred laughed too, and stood up to leave, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You're the one who just spoke about our latest prank in front of the Head Boy."

That made me laugh. Ben was not Head Boy. Ben wasn't studious or well-behaved enough to be Head Boy. But the look on James's face was even funnier; it was so obvious that he was nervous when he looked towards Ben. Probably once he saw that Ben did not have a Head Boy badge anywhere; James hit Fred in the arm and said, "Y'know I really wonder why I even talk to you sometimes."

"Pfft, I could totally be Head Boy if I wanted to be," Ben said as the two boys walked away.

I looked up at him with a look in my eyes that told him I didn't believe him, "Sure you could. Maybe…if you just – were not so you like."

"Thanks, you know that means a lot coming from you Bai."

So I spent the day with Ben until lunchtime when I met back up with Al and Rose who were done with their 'studying.' I did not believe they were studying I didn't know what they were doing, but I just knew it could not have been studying.

"So what'd you do all day?" Rose asked as she filled her plate with food.

"Just hung out with Benny. Went for a walk around the castle. Pretty much wasted time." I did the same with my plate and continued to ask, "So how was studying?"

"I'd say it was productive," Al answered, "wouldn't you say so Rose?"

A hint of a smile appeared on Rose's lips as she replied, "I agree."

"Alright, what is going on? I'm not stupid; I can tell when something isn't right. And let me say something is not right with the way you two acted this morning, and are acting now." I was a bit frustrated that they were hiding something from me. I was even more frustrated because they were doing such a terrible job at hiding it.

This made them both grin as if they were trying to get under my skin. "You'll see," said Al.

I dropped it there because I didn't want to argue.

After lunch was Quidditch tryouts and to say I was nervous would be an understatement. I didn't know why I was so nervous. I wasn't bad a Quidditch and it was likely that I would make the team, but something just filled my mind with doubt of my skills that day.

Entering the girl's locker room I half wanted it to be empty and half wanted it to be packed. It was neither. I wanted it to be empty, so I didn't look like an idiot, going to the showers to change, but I wanted it to be packed because I didn't want to be the only girl trying out. But there were only six other girls trying out, Valerie Young, Brooke Young, Heather Mills, Fiona Parker, Erica Howell and Miranda Lyons. Valerie and Brooke were twins, both seventh years. Heather Mills a very cocky fifth year, who had no reason to be cocky, I had never seen her on a broom for more than two minutes without falling off. Fiona Parker was very nice, and she was an alright keeper. Erica Howell, a fourth year like myself, who gave me a run for my money as the self-proclaimed title of 'Best Chaser in Existence.' And Miranda was a second year, and I really didn't think that she would make the team.

"Alright," Derrick Wood yelled, loud enough for all of us Gryffindors trying out could hear him, "James and I will be selecting who gets on the team. A position on the team last year does not get you one this year, and we will have one alternate for each position." He whispered something to James and then went on, "We'll start by running a few drills."

We ran drills, a lot of drills, and then had a few practice games. In my opinion I had done brilliantly, except for one time when I should've taken the shot instead of passing it off to Al. I'm probably just being full of myself though.

Al walked to the Great Hall while I went back to the common room. I really just wanted a shower and to sleep. And I wasn't very hungry for dinner, so that helped me make my decision to just go to the common room.

This is exactly what happened: I went to the girl's dormitories, went to the showers, showered, got dressed and then collapsed into my bed. As I curled up under my covers something on my bedside caught my eye. I picked it up, and found that it was the letter from my dad. I guess Ben had gotten some girl to put it there because we never stopped by the common room to get it.

Reluctantly I tore the envelope open and read the letter.

Dear Bailey,

First off, happy birthday since you'll probably be getting this letting sometime around your birthday, or possibly on your birthday. If you do get this on your birthday I really hope you forgive me for giving having to remind you of everything happening at home.

I didn't understand why he was apologizing; it's not like I forgot about what was happening at home.

Mom hasn't been doing any better. She hasn't gotten worse either. Nana and I have been doing our best to help jumpstart her memory, showing her pictures and stuff like that, but none of it seems to work. I am really sorry things got so emotional for you last week. I'm doing all that I can to try and make things better I hope you know that.

Anyways I love you Bai, and nana wants to write some.

Bai, you're not getting into any trouble are you? You better not be. I'd hate to have to show up one day, and embarrass you. I wouldn't even bother sending a howler, when I can howl at you in person. Oh, and you better not be interested in boys yet. I know you dated that one boy for a very short amount of time, but that wasn't really anything, so I'm not sure if you are or you aren't interested in boys. Just remember that boys of your age group are crazy. Try to remember what Benny was like when he was your age…you remember? He was crazy. But really Bai, I just don't want you doing anything you regret, so please be careful.

Love,

Nana and dad

At the end in larger letters, I only assumed it was my little brother who wrote 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' then drew a heart and wrote 'BRAD.'

Ultimately the letter made me smile because my family really was the best.

I fell asleep soon after placing the letter underneath my pillow. Quidditch was the thing mainly on my mind, results would be announced the in the next few days, and I thought I would make it, but I could never be completely sure.

So my chapter titles have become just terrible, in my opinion at least, so feel free to disregard them from now on. Anyways I like this chapter more than the last two, and I just hope you guys like the story all together.

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And well yeah…have a good day.