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September 1st, 1989

"If we don't hurry, I'll be late!" Screamed the little girl as her dirty blonde hair bounced around her shoulders, her forest green eyes scanning for the platform. At first, she couldn't see it, but then she saw a group of red-heads speeding toward a random pillar between platforms nine and ten. "I think I've found it!" She squealed in excitement, hauling her chest and owl behind her.

"Addy, slow down!" Her father laughed behind her as she made her way to the mass of red-heads. Two more boys had just run into the pillar, completely disappearing. The excitement was evident on her face, the mother of the lot going in with what were her younger children, a boy and a girl. "Right, now want to know the secret?" Her father kneeled beside her, her mother stopping and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, please." She agreed happily, staring at the apparent brick wall in front of her. No matter who went through, muggles didn't see them. It wasn't odd that someone was just magically disappearing into a wall?

"I used to hold my breath as I ran. No hesitation, otherwise you'll hit." He made a smacking sound with his hands as he watched his little girl's face light up with laughter. "Want me to go with you?" Nodding, he stepped behind her cart full of belongings, his hands moving over hers. "On the count of three."

"One," She started.

"Two," Her mother chimed in, waiting for her only child to step into the future she had never imagined was real. None of this was a true reality until she had met her husband all those years ago. And now her daughter was following in his footsteps.

"Three!" Her father said at last as she took a final breath in as they ran to the wall, anticipation rising in her chest. For a split second, she closed her eyes, completely trusting her father in what he said about hesitating. When she opened them, she saw a whole new crowd of people and a beautiful steam engine full of students of different years.

"That wasn't so bad, was it darling?" Her mother asked as she straightened her daughter's hair. She had hardly heard her mother though, looking out at all of the different families saying their goodbyes. When she was at home packing at the last second, she had wondered if she would feel sad at this point, but all she felt was a new adventure brewing.

"Molly?" Adelyn's eyes made for her father as she watched him call out another's name. She looked in the direction her father had called, seeing a red-haired woman wave excitedly from a distance.

"Callum?" She had replied happily, walking through the crowd till she was with their little group of three. "It is so good to see you! It has been ages since I last saw the both of you!" For a woman, she was loud. Her own mother was loud, of course, but this lady had set a different category all on her own.

"Since the wedding, I'd wager." Callum Blackwood shook his head as he hugged the plump lady, her mother smiling fondly at the family.

"Martha, you look wonderful." Molly had complimented her mother casually, her eyes widening. It wasn't everyday she saw her mother conversing with other witches and wizards when they lived on the border of muggle England.

"Oh Molly, stop. And look at the children! I hadn't realized you had more after the twins." That was a soft spot in their family. For some reason, they could only go full term with Adelyn, the others ending in miscarriage.

"Oh, yes." Molly laughed. "This here is Ron, my last son. And this is Ginny, the only girl out of the bunch." Adelyn watched as the boy's ears went red, the girl smiling up towards the adults without saying anything. "This can't be Adelyn, can it? My, how much you've grown. You've your father's eyes, you know."

"Thank you, ma'am. I get told that a lot." Adelyn answered politely.

"Adelyn, this is Molly Weasley. She and I went to Hogwarts together." Her father announced, holding my mother's hand as they smiled proudly.

"Dear, are you just starting this year? Why, my boys Fred and George are too! Maybe you can get acquainted with them. I—Percy, where are the twins?"

"Dunno, probably causing problems already." Another red-head huffed and stepped onto the train. Just how many children did this woman have?

"Oh, never mind dear. But that was Percy, my third oldest. He's in his third year. Oh, and Charlie is around somewhere. Probably doing prefect duties." She shrugged, doting on her children. So far Adelyn had counted six children in total. Goodness, the poor woman's uterus.

"Adelyn, you've got to go love. It's just about to be eleven." Her mother said as she tried to remain strong. It would be hard to not have her daughter around as much as she had been, but this was part of her blood. She knew she was destined for great things.

"Ah. Right!" She hugged her parents, kissing them both on the cheek before she made straight way for the nearest entrance.

"Manners, Addy!" Her father yelled after her, making her turn around almost instantly.

"Pardon. It was very nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley." Then she ran again, this time with more speed with how close of a call it would be. "Bloody hell." She muttered to herself, finally stepping up the steps and onto the train car. Window, find a window, she thought to herself. She moved past all the other kids who were trying to say their goodbyes too, finally catching an opening nearby.

"Send an owl when you can, sweetie!" She heard her mother yell, but the whistle sounded again nearly drowning her out.

"I love you, mum! Dad!" She waved frantically, noticing Molly yelling to whom she suspected was one of her boys to behave themselves. The train began to move, Molly's girl Ginny following the train till her mother caught her by the arm. The boy Ron was just waving weakly, an older red-haired man joining their family to wave too. Must have been her husband, Adelyn thought as she sat down in her seat.

"Is this seat taken by chance?" A red-haired boy asked minutes later, pointing to the seat opposite her in her compartment. She shook her head, the boy sitting as another boy, identical to the first, took a seat too.

"Thanks." The other said happily, quickly engaging his brother in a conversation she could hardly hear. This must be the twins Mrs. Weasley was trying to find.

"Hello. I'm Adelyn Blackwood. You must be—"

"Wait." One said.

"Don't." The other said.

"Have we met?" They both asked in unison, taking her breath away for a second.

"No, but I've had the pleasure of meeting your mum, and other siblings." She smiled, the boys looking confused for a second before speaking again.

"And which ones did you meet?" One asked, though she was still unsure which one was which.

"Erm…Ron and Ginny. Oh, and—"

"Please say Charlie." The other said, still unsure of his name.

"Yes, please tell us you've met Charlie."

"He's the better of our brothers to meet.

"Aside from dearest brother Bill."

"But don't tell Ronnikins."

"Or Percy."

"Nope."

"Just don't."

Her head was spinning, but she wouldn't give up. They were potential friends, even if they were sorted into different houses. Her father and their mother were friends when they attended. It was in their blood.

"Sorry, but I haven't met either of them. Though, I do believe I've seen Percy?" It was a question, because she had never actually been introduced to Percy. Molly merely pointed to whom he was.

"That's a right relief."

"Watch out for that one."

"Bit mad in the head." She watched their movements, still unaware of which one was George, and which one was Fred. Both were Weasley's of course. She knew the dead give-away now that she'd met nearly half the family.

"Who is?" Yet another red-head walked in, leaning on the doorway with his arms across his chest. Adelyn's heart stopped for a second as she adjusted her sights. This must have been the infamous Charlie Weasley, the prefect Molly had doted on.

"Percy." The twin's said together, smiling innocently.

"Right, watch out for that one. Very fickle." Charlie directed his gaze to her, extending his hand. "Charlie Weasley, prefect of Gryffindor." His blue eyes were like clear pools, almost the same as the twins. She swallowed before she was completely lost in her words.

"Adelyn Blackwood, um. First year." She took his hand and shook it, his body immediately sitting next to her. Their eye contact never broke, which was smooth, in a way. She always thought that only happened in movies. Surely there wasn't someone out there that smooth.

"Oi. You leave our little friend alone." One of the twins said.

"I do have a meeting I should get to." Charlie shrugged, standing once again. It was like he didn't really want to go. Wasn't it important?

"Please, you're not going." The other twin said, sarcastically waving his hand to his older brother.

"George, I promised mum I'd try at least a little bit." Ah, so that one was George. "Adelyn, it was a pleasure. Next time you'll have to tell me about your father." And then he was gone, the twins shaking their head and looking to her with mocking faces.

"Watch out for that one too." George said, pointing towards the door.

"Real ladies' man, that one." Fred agreed, but her heart was still jumping a little.

"What's this about your dad?" They asked, Adelyn wracking her brain for some bit of information. Of course there was a lot to discuss about her father, but there was really only one thing she could think of that a boy would want to know.

"He was a huge Quidditch player, back in the day. A seeker, I think." She wracked her brain again, thinking of why Charlie had wanted to know about her father in the first place. This was the probably reason, however.

"No wonder Charlie wants to talk more." Fred stated, swaying back and forth in his seat childishly as George nodded beside him.

"He's a seeker." George finished their thought process, moving onto other controversial things about what their big move was going to be when they were sorted. Maybe even before they were sorted, she thought she heard come from Fred. They began talking about trying to get someone to sneeze bubbles eventually and how they'd make it work when Adelyn spoke up.

"Well, you could always just…" And she explained her ideas to them, the boys eating it all up to store for later times. Little did she know this would be routine through her school years, the twins becoming her ultimate best friends.

Her name was called to be sorted, her eyes wandering back to the twins as they sat at the Gryffindor table with their two older brothers. She was nervous, in all fairness. There was the usual question floating inside her head: Would she be in Ravenclaw like her father was? McGonagall placed the old and tattered hat on her head, his words running through her ears.

"Ah…another Blackwood, eh? All with great minds, they have…your father was in Ravenclaw, I see, yes. But you, I'm not so sure…you hold other qualities befitting for greatness. Though Ravenclaw would do to use you too…hmm. How about…Gryffindor!" The hat yelled, the twins going mad for their friend making it in the same house as them. Her heart still ached that she wasn't in her father's old house, but the face that had changed her mind was giving her a standing ovation as she trotted to the table. His name was none other than Charlie Weasley. Before he had the chance to say anything to her, the twins pulled her and sat her in between them.

"You're with us now, miss." Fred smiled cheekily as George threw his arm over her shoulder.

"Nothing's going to happen to you while we're here." George smiled as Fred threw his arm over her shoulder too.

"You can count on us." They both said, making her giggle as she was somehow sworn in with them. It was comforting to know she wouldn't be alone with them around. They were sure to stick to their word with how they carried themselves.

"When you're not in trouble, that is." Charlie stated as he sat down opposite of Adelyn. "You'll see loads of that." His smile was so warm towards her, she couldn't help but blush. "Welcome to Gryffindor."

"We didn't get a welcome." George said in mock sadness.

"You also knew where you were going, you git." Charlie shot back playfully, Adelyn looking down at her hands. She was so sure she would be in Ravenclaw. As she stared at her hands and the twins bickered on either side of her, Charlie analyzed her. She wasn't as happy as she ought to have been, considering she was just sorted. He made a mental note but then joined his brothers in their banter.

As though the food wasn't enough, the way to even get to the Gryffindor tower was amazing, and a little confusing if she didn't pay attention. She was in what would be her normal spot between the twins as Charlie led the first years to the tower, the rest of the house already there. When they were given their instructions and welcomes, Charlie grabbed her arm before she could escape to the girl's dormitories.

"Adelyn, you don't seem as happy as the other first years. Something wrong?" He inquired as he looked into her eyes, his breath stopping for the smallest fraction. For someone she had just met, he was taking all of her attention, other than the twins of course. His red hair was slightly darker than theirs, but not as short. It was longer, but not so long that it touched his shoulders. He looked rugged without actually being rugged. Or was he? She assumed she'd know more as time went on.

"Oh, no. Just overwhelmed." She smiled; Charlie still not convinced. Adelyn had given him a half-assed smile, just enough to let him know she was indeed happy, but there was something behind it bothering him. Hell, he wasn't even sure why she had his attention so much.

"I'm your prefect, you know. Shouldn't lie to me." It was a joke, she knew, but there was something about him and the twins that she could definitely trust. It could also be the fact her father and their mother were friends growing up, so maybe it really was in the blood.

"My father was in Ravenclaw, and I swear I thought I would be too." He patted her shoulder, her eyes not moving from his.

"Makes more sense, now that you've said it. Guess I shouldn't have said anything about us lot knowing where we'd be placed. Weasley's don't stray too far from the other." She didn't say anything, so he continued. "Tell you what. The twins might be attached to you, but if there's ever anything you need, let me know." Winking, he left her heart fluttering as he began spouting out commands, the twins already defying their older brother. In the distance, she could hear Fred say something about how he didn't mean a thing he said, George starting in on the argument too. Charlie sighed with a bright smile with the glow of the fire cast across his face. Before she could change direction, he looked back to where Addy stood and smiled softly to her, his eyes burning with something she couldn't make out.