Disclaimer: see chapter 1
"I don't like it there." Said twelve year old Harry as his things were packed for his first year at Spellwick's Academy for High blood Witches, Wizards, and Various Magical Crosses Born to High Blood Families…or just Spellwick's for short.
"You've never been." Said Paulette as she shrunk his things into his trunk
"I want to go back to Hogwarts." Said Harry glaring at the brochure the school had sent. It began to actually crinkle under his gaze
"And I want some time off and higher pay but there's nothing I can do about it." Said Paulette
"You could ask father." Said Harry ro0lling his eyes
"And he'd say no." said Paulette
"He wouldn't." said Harry focusing his magic on the brochure. He only managed to make it crinkle more and give himself a headache
"He would so now stop that! You'll damage your magic and become a squib." Said Paulette
"I thought that happened if you-" started Harry before being cut off by Paulette
"Yes, that will make you into a squib too." Said Paulette
"I will be going back to Hogwarts and there is absolutely nothing you can say or do to stop me!" yelled Persephone. Harry and Paulette stuck their heads out the doorway and watched the scene unfold in the hallway.
"Daughter, you will continue to be home trained." Said Margareta in an exasperated voice. This was an argument that had been brewing since the beginning of June.
"Why? I'm not some poor squib in a work house! I'm Persephone Demeter Pettigrew!" said Persephone her magic cracking around her
"No, but your condition makes it rather difficult for you to be far from home." Said Margareta rubbing the bridge of her nose
"I can be out in the sunlight! It's perfectly fine." Said Persephone waving her arms around for emphasis
"That was your magic protecting you." Said Galatea having heard enough. Sometimes she swore that Portia and Persephone were I completion for who could be the most willful
"It's protecting me now!" yelled Persephone
"But you do get taxed sometimes and then-" said Galatea lazily
"Who asked you?" said Persephone whipping her wand from her sleeve
"Nobody but you are drawing quite a bit of attention to yourself." Said Galatea drawing her own wand. Portia came from her room and drew her own wand. Harry reached for his and Paulette was about to break it up.
"I'm Persephone Demeter Pettigrew daughter of Templeton and Margareta Pettigrew children of Magnolia and Wolfgang Pettigrew children of-" started Persephone her anger making sparks fly from her wand
"And I'm Galatea Algoria Black daughter of Margareta Pettigrew and Sirius Orion Black." Said Galatea with a bit less conviction
"Exactly! I have the better breeding and therefore my argument is better and therefore I'm right." Said Persephone smugly
"Now don't you two go into that breeding business. I value you both equally." Said Margareta taking their wands away. She looked at Galatea and for a moment saw Sirius determine face. She looked just him when he had been insulted
"Yes, but society doesn't." said Portia throwing he two sickles in. Harry was motioning for her to shut up but she didn't notice. He hated it when they fought. It seemed that the older they got the more different they became. Galatea was by far the most different, followed by him but he was a boy so he supposed that it was normal. He wished that his father was there to diffuse the tension and not with his mother bringing their brother into the world. He was glad that it was a three weeks before his birthday, he had a hard enough time sharing his birthday with Portia.
"Must you always put your two sickles into everything?" said Paulette walking over to her
"What's a sickle?" asked Portia cheeky as the day she was born. Paulette slapped her over the head.
"All of you go back to packing. Now!" said Margareta at her wits end with these children
"But why are we packing so early? It's not even august yet?" whined Portia
"Because packing this early shows commitment." Said Margareta
"Well I'm not packing because I'm not going." Said Persephone glaring at her mother.
"Yes but you should still practice your spell work." Said Margareta
"You just want to get rid of me. Why don't you just send me to France like you did Galatea? Or to Scotland like you're doing to Harry and Portia? Or to the midwife like aunt Addie and Uncle Peter?" said Persephone before she slammed her door and began to pound on the walls.
"No midwife for you until you're married! And I'm not sending you all the way to Beuxbaton's." said Margareta
"Not like you'd be accepted anyway." Said Galatea pounding right back on the walls with equal gusto
"Haven't you all go packing to do?" asked Margareta. All the children scattered. Margareta wished she were anybody, even Addie, right now.
"I wish I was dead!" yelled Addie as she tried to push something the size of a watermelon out of a hole the size of a lemon. She had forgotten just how painful childbirth was.
"It's alright, just a while longer." Said Peter as Addie crushed his hand. He wished Paulette was there but in accordance to tradition his first born son would have to be born in the Palace of Justice to the Grand Midwife so everybody could be sure that this was really his heir. He was happier when Addie gave birth in their marriage bed with Paulette as the acting Midwife because Portia was only a girl. At least then less people were seeing his wife's nether regions.
"More relief of pain potion!" yelled Addie. She grabbed the assistant Midwife by the sleeve and began to shake her arm
"Ma'am I'm sorry but at this stage of your labor it won't do much." Said the assistant midwife
"Besides, it looks like your guilt is eating you." Said the Grand midwife
"How dare you insinuate such things! I'm Adlhyde Gretchen Hillspare-Pettigrew and I demand more potion!" said Addie breaking what was left of Peter's finger
"I could use some." Said Peter through tears
"Here you go then." Said The assistant midwife handing him a purple vial
"Why does he get some? He only hurt his little half finger? I'm getting my insides torn out here!" yelled Addie
"Do all of these people need to be here?" asked Peter motioning towards Addie's parents and barrister, his barrister and younger sister complete with her own husband his younger cousin, and the various testers and record keepers.
"For the last time yes." Said the Grand midwife
"I hate this child!" yelled Addie as more of her son's head made an appearance
"The head is almost all the way out." Said the assistant midwife. The crowd came closer and now consisted of some of Peter close and distant cousins as well. He was glad that none of them ever went to the mainland or even played a part in the first war.
"I hate you Peter Pettigrew and when this is over I'm castrating you!" yelled Addie as the rest of her son came out.
"It's a Pettigrew boy!" yelled the tester after taking a drop of the baby's blood. The barristers started talking amongst themselves and the extended family began to coo. Someone even told Addie 'about time'.
"Name please." Said the record keeper.
"Beedle Bard Pettigrew." Said Peter. Everyone gave him a look like he had just named his son Grindlewald Voldemort Death to Cobbler Elves like his father had attempted to with his last bastard son.
"Beadle with an 'A'." said Addie. Everyone looked at her now.
"I named the last one." And so it came to pass the Beadle Bard Pettigrew came to be named the heir. Unfortunately it had been printed in the society section and a certain animagus had stowed away on a boat bound for Remordere.