Ginny Potter. And her family. PLUS Louis.

This is fan-FREAKIN-tastic.

Oh God. Please no. She wants me to come over. NO. NEVER.

Damn. I have to go over.

Putting on a false happy face, I picked my way through the tables and chairs, muttering 'sorry's and 'excuse me's.

When I eventually made my way over to Mrs Potter, she began to introduce everyone.

'Hello Rory, love. This is Albus and Lily, James's younger brother and sister, this is Louis Weasley, their cousin, this is my husband Harry, and of course you know James. Everyone, this is James's friend Rory.'

'Oh ehm, Mrs Potter we're not exactly-'

'We're not friends mum.'

James cut me off. Mrs Potter shot her son a look, before glancing at me.

'Sorry, Rory, I know he's a bit rude.'

'It's fine Mrs Potter, he's telling the truth. We're not friends.'

Mrs Potter looked kind of put out. It was like she was trying to push us together.

A miracle came in the form of my tea. I rushed over to Tom and asked would he pour it into a take away cup. He did it without a question, though I saw him look over at the Potter (and Louis) table and quirk his eyebrow. I followed his gaze, and found Potter (James) glaring at us. Specifically, Tom, which was weird.

I grabbed my tea and the paper bag with Vi's muffins.

I walked over to the table, saying a quick goodbye before leaving the cafe.

However, they weren't quite done with me.

'OI CARROW, HANG ON A MINUTE!'

'Will it ever end?' I muttered to myself before spinning on my heel.

'Yes, Potter? How can I help you?'

'I...Well... What were you doing with those Muggle children? Torturing then I suppose?'

I rolled my eyes. Really?

'Jesus Christ, I was just teaching them French.'

'You know French?'

'Yeah I'm fluent. Is that it?'

'Oh ehm... My mum wants to know if you want to come to the house tomorrow. I don't want you there and I refuse to be near you, but you probably want to kill my dad or something because you're a Dea-'

'No thank you.'

'HA! I KNEW IT! Wait what?'

'I said no thank you.'

'But...but... I don't understand.'

'No thank you, I do not want to go to your house.'

'But why?'

'There are two main reasons. One is I have work with the kids tomorrow, and two, I don't want to be somewhere I'm not wanted.'

'Oh. Right. Fine.' He stood there, as if I had just explained Pythagoras' Theorem to him. Utterly confused.

'Bye Potter.' And I turned away.

'Yeah...' I heard him say.

I didn't look back. I kept walking.

~•~

Thankfully, I didn't see Potter for the rest of the summer. I spent my days with the kids, out with Violet, swimming, mucking about and finishing off reading my Sixth Year books.

During the second last week of summer, I flooed to the Leaky Cauldron (I had had the fireplace hooked up to the Floo Network, and this time, I told Anna), and went to Eeylop's Owl Emporium. I had saved most of my money from my summer job, and while the majority was going into Gringotts, I thought that an owl was a nice, yet useful reward for myself.

I bought a Barn Owl with a cage and a lot of owl treats for 20 galleons (it was an offer).

I decided to name the new and frankly stunning owl Mumford, after this Muggle band that Anna had gotten me into.

I stopped to talk to Hannah for a few minutes, turning down her offer of a free butterbeer, before Flooing home.

Vi absolutely adored Mumford, and Anna appreciated the name, but wasn't too impressed about the smell.

~•~

On my last day with the kids, we watched cartoons in French, played games, I made them crêpes with chocolate and fruit and they gave me a thank you card they made together. They asked would I be back next year, and I assured them I would.

The parents had also gotten together and gave me a fancy camera after they found out I had made a photo album of the kids' summer.

I got a hug from each of the kids, and little Maxi wouldn't let me go, asking if I could live with him. I told him I had to go to boarding school, but I would see him next summer. He cried the poor thing. He really was the sweetest thing.

I said my last goodbyes, before heading home.

That night, I stayed up, thinking of tomorrow. September 1st. I was dreading it as usual, but I was happy to go back. I loved magic and I always will.

It'll get better, I thought. It can't get worse.