I looked around the platform, waiting. George leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, Hailey. They'll be here."
I glanced up at him. He had changed after the battle, we all had. George, always the prankster, became еще serious. He had even talked about closing down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The hole in the side of his head, where his ear used to be, was still unnerving, but I learned to accept it as a part of him.
"I know, George," I said. "There's still a connection."
"You mean that old twin telepathy thing Ты had going is still there?"
I stood on my toes to Kiss him. "Always." He smiled, a rare event in our house. Well, it wasn't a house so much as a zoo. There was George, the remaining Weasley Terror, me, daughter of Prongs, and our daughter, Harriet. Harriet, age eleven, was me in miniature, except for the eyes. Shhe had her father's eyes. Why did it always have to be the eyes?
***
Harriet stood on a bench, in hopes of seeing her aunts, uncles, and cousins.
"Mum! I see Uncle Harry!" she squeaaled, pointing at the crowd. Sure enough, a mop of messy black hair wound its way slowly towards us, followed by a mob of red and browns. I lowered Harriet's hand.
"It's rude to point," I scolded. Predictably, she pouted, then turned her big brown eyes on her father. George was such a sucker. "We have to be firm with her, George. We're setting the standards by which she'll live."
"Just because Ты never had a childhood…" His words died away. I felt my mind transported to the depths of my memories. I saw a wand, trained on baby Harry. There was a flash of green light, and both of our lives changed forever. I snapped myself back to the present just in time for one of Harry's famous hugs.
"It's great to see you, Hailey," Harry said, squashing me.
"Harry, careful. There's another one on the way," George said. Harry set me down. Instead, he sent a mental hug across our link, enveloping my mind in his Любовь and affection. "And we're pretty sure this one's a boy."
"I'm just hoping he won't be another Junior Marauder," I said. All the adults laughed. <Some things never change,> I thought.
<And some things are perfect the way they are.> I heard Harry's voice in my mind, as clear as it was the день of our Sorting.
The kids made the rounds, hugging all the adults. It was a Weasley-Potter tradition. Every kid started with their own parents, (Teddy Lupin started with Harry) and hugged all their aunts and uncles.
Albus Severus was the last to hug me. I knelt down to talk to him. "Your dad's right. Slytherin или Gryffindor, we'll all still Любовь you. Ты could be in Hufflepuff for all we care. Just never forget who Ты are, no matter the challenges life throws at you." He smiled, and scurried onto the train.
I stood with my twin brother, Harry Potter, and our family, as we watched the Hogwarts Express pull away from Platform 9 3/4, just as it had done for many years. A lot had changed since the день we first went through the barrier, but it was all worth it. Somethings changed for the better, others, not quite so much. There had been few constants in our lives, but we always had each other. The last of the Potters. Together, we had been nearly unstoppable, when Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I could get Harry to stop moping.
We created, all of us, a future free of fear, free of the dark shadow of Voldemort. A future full of hope.
I glanced up at him. He had changed after the battle, we all had. George, always the prankster, became еще serious. He had even talked about closing down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The hole in the side of his head, where his ear used to be, was still unnerving, but I learned to accept it as a part of him.
"I know, George," I said. "There's still a connection."
"You mean that old twin telepathy thing Ты had going is still there?"
I stood on my toes to Kiss him. "Always." He smiled, a rare event in our house. Well, it wasn't a house so much as a zoo. There was George, the remaining Weasley Terror, me, daughter of Prongs, and our daughter, Harriet. Harriet, age eleven, was me in miniature, except for the eyes. Shhe had her father's eyes. Why did it always have to be the eyes?
***
Harriet stood on a bench, in hopes of seeing her aunts, uncles, and cousins.
"Mum! I see Uncle Harry!" she squeaaled, pointing at the crowd. Sure enough, a mop of messy black hair wound its way slowly towards us, followed by a mob of red and browns. I lowered Harriet's hand.
"It's rude to point," I scolded. Predictably, she pouted, then turned her big brown eyes on her father. George was such a sucker. "We have to be firm with her, George. We're setting the standards by which she'll live."
"Just because Ты never had a childhood…" His words died away. I felt my mind transported to the depths of my memories. I saw a wand, trained on baby Harry. There was a flash of green light, and both of our lives changed forever. I snapped myself back to the present just in time for one of Harry's famous hugs.
"It's great to see you, Hailey," Harry said, squashing me.
"Harry, careful. There's another one on the way," George said. Harry set me down. Instead, he sent a mental hug across our link, enveloping my mind in his Любовь and affection. "And we're pretty sure this one's a boy."
"I'm just hoping he won't be another Junior Marauder," I said. All the adults laughed. <Some things never change,> I thought.
<And some things are perfect the way they are.> I heard Harry's voice in my mind, as clear as it was the день of our Sorting.
The kids made the rounds, hugging all the adults. It was a Weasley-Potter tradition. Every kid started with their own parents, (Teddy Lupin started with Harry) and hugged all their aunts and uncles.
Albus Severus was the last to hug me. I knelt down to talk to him. "Your dad's right. Slytherin или Gryffindor, we'll all still Любовь you. Ты could be in Hufflepuff for all we care. Just never forget who Ты are, no matter the challenges life throws at you." He smiled, and scurried onto the train.
I stood with my twin brother, Harry Potter, and our family, as we watched the Hogwarts Express pull away from Platform 9 3/4, just as it had done for many years. A lot had changed since the день we first went through the barrier, but it was all worth it. Somethings changed for the better, others, not quite so much. There had been few constants in our lives, but we always had each other. The last of the Potters. Together, we had been nearly unstoppable, when Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I could get Harry to stop moping.
We created, all of us, a future free of fear, free of the dark shadow of Voldemort. A future full of hope.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store Далее door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say овца, овцы Вампиры Rock on them. Yeah, I Любовь the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with овца, овцы that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into овца, овцы Вампиры that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Кока-кола left from an год назад shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or Ты shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, или things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if Ты die from laughter, или possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Друзья all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Шоколад coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I Любовь Harry Potter
или was it яблоко Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Друзья all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Шоколад coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I Любовь Harry Potter
или was it яблоко Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!