Everything Comes Back to You

everything comes back to you
June 15th, 1981
Hazel Blaney, a young three-year-old witch, was once again spending the day with her greying father, Tom, and Grandmama Aggie. However, today was not like all the other scorching summer days Hazel had spent with her dear family. No, today the three generations of Blaney magic folk could be found in a quaint, empty cottage: in the south of England, just outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Surrounded by cardboard moving boxes.
Inside the cardboard were the possessions of Tom and Hazel. The two were finally moving out of the loud, bustling city of London, where they had resided for three years now, and into their own cozy, quiet cottage in the country. Even so, the magical father-daughter duo’s sudden move had been established for one prominent reason.
Tom Blaney had lost his arm.
The strong wizard had been an active field auror for the most part of 15 years now; and an unfortunate run in with a pack of death eaters and werewolves was the cause of his lost limb. After years and years of arduous work in the auror department, and in the advancement of his career, Tom Blaney was moved divisions. In fact, the Minister for Magic made the decision herself. While being moved into the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department was not necessarily a dreadful thing; it was the Minister’s personal reasons for transfer that angered Tom.
In a letter from Bagnold herself, the minister politely explained her reasoning for an immediate department transfer.
Her letter sparsely read ‘Mr. Blaney is simply too weak and disabled to hold the weight of any job in the dangerous Auror Department… He should stick with what is done best by the Blaney bloodline, dealing with muggles and their trinkets... Mr. Blaney will be laboring in the MMA Dept. effective on the return from his medical leave. Signed, Minister for Magic, Millicent Bagnold.’ Prejudice tosser she is.
Tom Blaney had been the first wizard in the pureblood Blaney Bloodline to choose a non-muggle related career since… well ever. His father and his father before him and so on had all been involved with magical and muggle relationships as far back as the wizarding history books go. It was practically tradition that all Blaney descendants be destined to a great fascination with muggles. However, the year after Tom Blaney, famous Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, graduated Hogwarts he did not follow in his ancestors’ footsteps to work with muggle dealings. The young wizard went straight into the Ministry the day after graduation and applied to be an Auror in Training. It had shocked the entirety of the gossiping wizarding world, of course. An Auror? Tom Blaney, a known Blood-Traitor not following in his father’s muggle loving footsteps. It couldn’t be.
Nonetheless, contrary to all the beliefs that the young wizard would soon be scared away from the dangerous auror position and run home to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division, Tom had been known as top wizard of his auror training group. He was even taken under the wing of one Alastor Moody. Moody was known to be one of the scariest Senior Aurors the Ministry had ever seen; but Moody grew a soft spot for the younger wizard after seeing bits of himself in the boy. With his natural talent for dueling and the mentorship of Moody, Tom Blaney quickly climbed the auror ranks. In only his fifth year of becoming an auror, Blaney had become known as the youngest wizard to ever become a Senior Auror. His early promotion was all thanks to his solving of a mysterious wizarding cold case. Tom had granted a plethora of long grieving magical family’s closure and solace by doing so. He even recovered some extremely important magical items that had been lost since Grindelwald’s era of war.
Up until recently every single ministry worker would have assumed that Auror Blaney would become the next Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department. However, that had all changed last year during Toms fifteenth year of service in the Ministry. A new minister had been appointed. Millicent Bagnold.
The bloody woman had been a Ravenclaw in the same year as Tom. The two had always held a rivalry on and off the quidditch field for their entire school career. Tom would have assumed that the petty, childish behavior would have been disregarded in their adulthood. Still yet, the moment Millicent had become minister her Husband, a terribly awful spell caster Rutherford Bagnold, was promoted to the same level as Tom. Anyone in their right mind would never appoint Bagnold’s husband as a Senior Auror. The wizard was an idiot. He barely passed by auror training and almost took his partners eye out with a miscast spell only last month. Rutherford could barely hold up a small security auror job; and now he would be appointed as a leader for an entire squadron of witches and wizards. He would become a candidate for the job of Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement up against Tom. How ridiculous.
Of course, the realistic members of the DMLE had acknowledged that their world was falling to shambles quickly due to war and that the appointment of Bagnold was a bunch of rubbish. With endless death eater attacks and Voldemort’s army on the rise, the small British wizarding world could not withstand poor leadership in power. However, competent ministry workers only had time to deal with the pressing matters of war. Therefore, petty politics could wait.
“I suppose we should begin unpacking now,” Tom sighed with exhaust. The nub of shoulder where his arm had been removed was finally all healed up; but his mind was not as quick to repair itself. During the attack in which the wizard had lost his arm Tom had also been tortured by death eaters accompanying the vicious pack. Bellatrix Lestrange had used the cruciatus curse on the auror in such a skillful way. Repeatedly, Tom withstood agonizing torment from the insane witch for what seemed to be hours on end. It was an entire day after the incident that Moody had finally found his partner stranded, almost lifeless, in a forest fifty miles away from his last known location. To this day, months later, Tom could still feel the searing pain of the cruciatus curse in his mind. St. Mungos had prescribed him a permanent pain reliever, but it would only do so much for the man.
With a flick of Aggie Blaney’s wand, boxes labeled ‘Living Room’ began to unpack on their own. Picture frames began to float around the room attaching themselves to just the perfect place on the cottage’s cream-colored walls. Entire six-foot bookshelves levitated out of small boxes and to their chosen place. Within minutes, every single item that would sit in Tom and Hazels new living room unpacked on their own from the boxes. Every item from the smallest miscellaneous décor to an entire sofa sectional complete with throw pillows emerged from the box and found its place.
Of course, the room would not stay this way. After all Tom was a busy wizard who could tend to get a bit sloppy at times and little Hazel was a messy toddler. The pair would struggle to keep everything neat, clean, and organized but surely in no time they would get the hang of things. It would all be fine and hopefully the two would fare just as they did in London. Only this time, Aggie, the loving mother and grandmama, wouldn’t be there to aid her son next door.
Aggie had lived just down the street from her family in Tom’s childhood home. Since her retirement she had always been able to watch Hazel while Tom was at work and help with the upkeep of their home. Though, regardless of how much her son and granddaughter would need and miss her; by the end of September, she too would be moving away from London. Only this time to move would be much further than just southern England, she would be joining her recently widowed sister in Paris, France.
At about six o’clock the three generations were all cozied up on the couch watching a muggle program on a new muggle television. Tom nor his mother, or even three-year-old Hazel, were able to understand the mystery of the cinema box but they were all quickly enamored by the interesting dramatics of the actors on the screen.
A polite knock on the door quickly broke the three from their entertainment trance. Who would be knocking on their door this soon into their move? No one even had their new change of address. A neighbor perhaps? The southern cottage was snuggled into a rolling valley with very few other homes nearby. There had been a tall, crooked house just down the dirt road, another small eccentric cottage just across the hill, and a lavish manor about a mile away. As far as those few homes though, no one else resided outside the village. The tall wizard stood from his place on the couch next to his daughter and made his way to their oak front door. When he finally opened it, Tom was greeted by bright ginger hair. A tall lanky man, around the same age as himself, stood outside his door. The man was quite familiar, Tom thought to himself. Then a lightbulb switched on in his brain. Merlin, it was…
“Weasley?” Tom exclaimed in a happy tone.
“Blaney!” The ginger greeted with equal happiness.
The two men hugged strongly as if they were once best friends who had not seen each other in ages.
“Bloody hell I can’t believe it. Tom Blaney lives right next to me once again.” The tall man pulled away from Tom giving him a pat on the, still intact, left arm.
“But at least this time we aren’t sharing a dorm I suppose.” Tom smiled brightly and chuckled. “Please, come in.” Tom moved out of the doorway and gestured the stranger in.
Two pairs of brown eyes, one set brighter than the other, peered at the man. The first set of eyes were Aggies. She, too, looked brightly at the man; a kind motherly look shown in her eyes. The other set of eyes held a different emotion. Curiosity. Hazel was perplexed by the strange man’s presence. Who is he? Why is papa and grandmama so happy to see him?
“Arthur, my boy, it has been far too long” Aggie announced as she made her way past the couch and to hug the man tightly. Amidst her confusion, three-year-old Hazel did what her young mind told her to do. Following her family’s lead, she walked around the brown leather couch and simply went in to hug the stranger. She, of course, did not know the man but he sure gave comforting hugs. ‘Weasley’ was the first to move away from the girl.
With a light pat on her head, he bent down and spoke to the girl, “Now just who might you be? Hm?”
“Hazel Saoirse Blaney, sir!” the little girl proudly replied. “But who are you?” Hazel questioned with her eyebrows furrowed.
The stranger stood back up to his tall height to answer but before he could speak the young witch’s father answered for his friend.
“Hazie, dear, this is Arthur Weasley. Remember me telling you about my best friend from Hogwarts?” Tom sweetly asked his daughter hoping that she would recall the great adventurous stories he had shared with her.
“Ooohhhhh, he crashed a muggle car thing? Right?”
“Merlin, I remember that like it was yesterday” Arthur’s face flashed red as he recalled the memory. “That poor old Mustang didn’t stand a chance with us behind the wheel.” The two men laughed together remembering their reckless adventure.
The group of magic folk moved back to the sofa sectional taking seats next to the fireplace. Aggie, however, quickly stepped into the kitchen to put on a pot of tea.
Standing in the small entrance to the hallway that connected the two rooms Aggie spoke. “Artie, how is dear Molly? I know she has her hands full with those wild sons of yours.”
Arthur slightly laughed at the descriptors of his children, “Molly is doing just wonderful, we even have another one of those wild ones on the way. Though, Molly is stilling holding out for a little girl.”
The Blaney adults smiled with excitement and quickly gave their congratulations to the Wizard.
“In fact, that reminds me, Molly sent me over here to invite our new neighbors over for dinner tomorrow! Tom, Aggie, I am sure she would love to see you both and meet miss Hazel” the little witch smiled at the mention of her name.
“Of course, Arthur we would love to come over. What time would be best? And which is your home?” Questioned Tom.
“I believe arriving at around 5:00 to the tall home just down the road would be ideal. It gives us a bit of time to socialize before dinner and gives Hazel the chance to meet my boys. Fred and George might even be around her age!” Arthur answered.
At the mention of boys her age Hazel cringed. Boys her age were gross, and yucky, and annoying.
“Brilliant, we will see you then, mate.” Tom excitedly accepted the invitation once more. As the night continued the four of them all enjoyed soothing cups of tea and even a few sweet biscuits Aggie had baked. Conversation never ceased as the Blaney family reconnected with Arthur.
The bright flames made a great canvas for the animals that Hazel could imagine in the orange. It was a soothing sight for Hazel as the three-year-old fell asleep snuggled next to her father.

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June 16th, 1981

It had been a cloudy day in the south of England. Tom, Hazel, and Aggie Blaney were all three walking to the tall Weasley home just down the dirt road. Aggie carried with her a freshly baked cherry cobbler. Hazel carried freshly picked flowers from the back garden of the cottage. Tom brought with him a nice bottle of firewiskey. The expensive bottle, cobbler, and flowers were all a nice thank you gift for Molly and Arthur. It had been so long since Tom and Aggie had seen their friends. Back in Tom and Arthur’s years at Hogwarts the two were inseparable. Like brothers. It was quite the tragedy that the two men had drifted apart.
The tall Weasley home leaned slightly in multiple different directions. It would be obvious to any witch or wizard that rooms above had been magically attached to the ground floor. It seemed that if it wasn’t for magic the home wouldn’t stand. It was beautiful, perfect, and homey. It held a feeling of serenity; and it expressed the Weasley’s comfortingly beautiful magical chaos.
The three finally reached the front door of the burrow only after a small five-minute stroll from their cottage. The front door was intricate with runes carved into the solid wood. Most likely for protection. At the top of the door was a beautiful stain glass window that held almost every color. In the middle of the breathtaking glass was a clear W. Presumably standing for ‘Weasley’. Around the window not only runes were carved but also names. An arch around the circular window read, “Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron…”
Tom knocked on the door and swiftly there was an answer. A woman, also with ginger hair that happened to be curly, answered. She wore a nice yellow floral-patterned dress that looked to be hand sewn and an apron tied around her waist. The apron bulged slightly on her short frame due to her present baby bump. She also held up a chubby young boy in her arms. Presumably, the youngest of the Weasley children.
“Oh, come in, come in!” she gestured into the small home. Inside, the smell of chamomile and cinnamon blanketed them. “You all look so very lovely.” Molly Weasley quickly greeted her way through all the visitors. She gave the three very comforting, strong embraces, even hazel whom she had never met. The little baby boy she held was very quiet but held the brightest two-toothed smile and waved at each of the guests.
“Aggie let me take this from this from you! Oh, and follow me into the kitchen dinner is almost ready.” Molly gently took the cobbler from Aggie’s hands and carried it to the bustling kitchen along with her son. The Weasley kitchen was crowded but cozy. The room was illuminated by sunlight that shined through the small windows and a doorway that led into the back garden.
“Tom, if you would please stick that firewiskey in the cabinet above the fridge. I would usually just sit it here on the counter but after the twins learned to walk, they have been nothing but trouble. Fred and George get into anything and everything.” She laughed at her son’s knack for mischievousness.
“Your boys must take after Fabian and Gideon.” Tom looked at her with a kind smile at the fond memory of Molly’s brothers. “You know I absolutely hated to hear of their passing. It really affected the entirety of the auror department.” Tom added on to his previous statement. Molly’s brothers had both been aurors just a few years older than Tom. The pair were traveling aurors which meant they were not only stationed in England but all over Europe. Fabian and Gideon Prewett never left the others side even in death. They had been murdered by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange, the same witch who had tortured Tom, and Antonin Dolohov earlier just this year.
“Thank you, Tom, while I miss them dearly, I also see a bit of them in my boys. Fred and George are little pranksters just like them. The twins are even inseparable, too” Molly replied with a melancholy smile. “Well then, let’s see, speaking of Fred and George they should be outside with my other boys. Hazel you can go outside and play with them if you’d like” Molly told the girl sweetly.
Hazel had been a bit anxious at the thought of meeting a bunch of new strange boys but nevertheless she sat the wildflowers on the long kitchen table and made her way outside. The back garden was filled with wizarding children’s toys, a small vegetable garden in the corner, and bright orange ginger hair.
Five young wizards chased each other endlessly while tapping each other occasionally and shouting “Tag!” After a moment or two of running around the tallest boy almost ran past Hazel but stopped at the sight of a girl.
“Who are you?” The boy questioned. He was tall and had slightly longer hair than the other four, yet it wasn’t long enough for a hair tie. The boy had the exact same eyes as Molly Weasley and was just as lanky as Arthur. To Hazel he looked to be a lot older than her. Seven? Eight?
While Hazel curiously studied the ginger that had noticed her the rest of the Weasley boys stopped beside their brother and stared just as confused.
“Hazel.” She replied kindly, “Who are you?”
Of course, the young witch knew the five boys were all Weasley brothers, but what she didn’t know their names.
First, the tall boy who had questioned her previously answered “Bill”
Then another probably the second oldest, “Charlie”. This one had even curlier hair than his mother’s and was absolutely covered in freckles. Charlie also held a plastic toy dragon in hand.
“I’m Percy.” Another one responded with a bright smile and held out his hand for Hazel to shake. This one had curly hair as well but without the freckles. He was also the only Weasley boy to wear glasses.
“Fred”
“George”
Two identical boys spoke simultaneously. The only way you would be able to tell the two apart would be by their clothing choices. ‘Fred’ wore a green t-shirt that pictured a broom and ‘George’ wore a red tank top that was graced with golden stripes.
“Don’t lie to Hazel. She’s supposed to be around for a while.” Percy told his brothers shoving his elbow into one of their sides. He had rolled his eyes at the twins’ lie. Of course, they would switch their names while introducing themselves.
“Sorry,” the twins spoke together while shining golden brown puppy dog eyes at the girl. “I’m Fred, that’s George” The one in the red and gold spoke pointing first to himself then to his twin.
“Can I play tag with you? Or are you guys too scared to be outran by a girl?” Hazel questioned while giggling. Without a verbal response of “Yes” or “No” Charlie Weasley simply tapped the girl on her should and yelled “TAG!”
With Charlie’s shout all the Weasley brothers fled the scene. Hazel chased after them. For almost an hour the young witch and wizards played happily in the back garden switching from tag to other playground games. Hazel’s worries of the boys being mean or gross drifted quickly from her mind. The boys treated her just like family. Hazel fit right in with the ginger wizards. Charlie was her favorite so far, but George came in as a close second. Then Bill, Fred, and finally Percy. It wasn’t that Percy was mean or anything. He was friendly just like his brothers; however, he was a bit uptight.
While the young magicians played Hide ‘n Seek Hazel and Charlie both hid from Bill behind a tree that held a playhouse in its branches. Bill was still counting to 50 with his eyes covered facing the burrow when a blood hound came running into the back garden. First, it just sniffed and ran around in a couple of circles then found Hazel. Automatically, the two bonded. Hazel scratched behind the dog’s floppy ears and Charlie rubbed its sides. Soon after the dog arrived behind the tree Fred and George and even Percy came over to greet the dog. Hazel and the Weasleys, excluding Bill who was at about 37 by now, patted the dog.
“50! Ready or not here I come!” Bill turned around quickly and scanned the grass for the others but quickly found them all huddled behind the tree. “Come on guys. You’re supposed to HIDE? I thought Charlie and I explained this to you well enough.” Bill sighed at his brothers’ stupidity. Begrudgingly making his way over to the others his eyes quickly widened.
“Blimey, is that a dog?!” The oldest-young wizard fell to his knees and the dog quickly trotted over to him and rolled to his stomach for good-boy pets. “Who’s a good doggie? You are! Yes, you are!” Bill Weasley was enthralled by the hound. The creature even gave a small bark and panted letting its tongue hang out.
“Bill?’ Charlie questioned his brothers sudden love for the strange but precious animal. The kid was even changing his voice to talk to the dog for Merlin’s sake.
“Shut up, Charles” Bill announced with his ‘reserved for humans’ voice. The wizards and Hazel continued loving up on the dog for quite a while.
“Hazel is this your dog?” Percy asked the young girl. Even with his consistent serious attitude even he loosened up at the sight of the sweet dog.
“Nope. Sure, wish he was though.” Hazel smiled at the thought of having her own dog. Before, when they had lived in London, she was never allowed to have a dog. It would be just too much for her and Tom to keep up with. But now…
“Kid’s time to eat! Come inside and clean up.” Arthur Weasley announced to the young witch and wizards from the door.
“Should we tell them?”
“No” “Yes” “Maybe” “Obviously”
Every response hit Hazel in the face as each of the Weasley boys spoke at the same time.
Before any of the children could decide what to do the strange blood hound jumped up and sprinted to the back door of The Burrow.
“Oh, no!” Bill shouted. Simultaneously each of the magical children jumped up and ran after the dog. Hazel, victor of the previous game of tag, was of course ahead of all the boys. The dog reached the front door seconds before Hazel. A stumbling one year old Ron Weasley discovered the animal first and hugged it around the neck.
“Mama,” The little boy called for Molly and pointed to the dog. The witch was stunned.
“Hey mom!” Charlie and Hazel were the next to enter the kitchen. “Woah, is that a dog?” Hazel spoke, not very convincingly shocked, right after Charlie. The pair were heavily breathing and finally the remainder of kids ran through the back door.
Before Molly Weasley, or any other adult, could question about the creature each of the Weasley children plus Hazel all took a seat at the dinner table and started stuffing their faces.
“It tastes awesome Mrs. Weasley!” Hazel said as best she could with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.
“Yeah, Mom it is great,” George mumbled, also with a mouth full.
Molly Weasley glanced at her husband, then Tom and Aggie. She then pointed directly at the strange dog; her eyebrows raised; a look of questioning urgency written over her face. A blood hound sat right on her kitchen floor warming itself by the fire and no one moved a muscle. Merlin. Molly threw her hands up as if to say ‘whatever’ when Arthur and Tom both shrugged their shoulders.
Healthy conversation surrounded the table. Friends were catching up and friends were getting to know one another. The strong conversation lasted even past dessert and long into the night. After dinner Aggie and Molly cleaned the kitchen, Arthur and Tom ventured out into the garage, and the kids played a small wizarding board game in the living room.
Surrounding the board on the floor with small figures in small squares in front of the bright fireplace sat Bill, Charlie, Percy, Hazel, Fred, George, and the dog whom Hazel and Charlie decided to name Spark. The children mostly chatted instead of gaming but nonetheless they had fun. To Hazel, the boys had become brothers. To each of the Weasley brothers, Hazel had become their first sister. Everything was calm and delightful. As all things magical should be.
All throughout the rest of summer ’81 and on into the next eight years every day the Weasley Family and the Blaney’s spent each day with one another in some shape or form. Maybe it was the working hours of the day that Tom and Arthur spent together as partners in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. Maybe it was the countless days and nights Hazel had spent at the burrow with her chosen family. Whatever it was, the two wizarding families were together. Being neighbors just down the street from one another wasn’t too shabby. In fact, the short road from the cottage to burrow made a wonderful racetrack.
Bonds stood strong even as Bill, Charlie, and Percy left to attend Hogwarts. Hazel and Ginny, who was born later that year in 1981, became like sisters. Fred and George became even more mischievous with age, tormenting Ron and Hazie especially. Hazel didn’t know what to do with those two; especially after eight-year-old Fred Weasley’s profession of love for the young witch. The Weasley children and Hazel and Spark became their own mini family, excluding the adults. All nine of them became an inseparable group that ruled the small part of their neighborhood. Occasionally, the Lovegood girl, Luna, and the Meadowes girl, Mari, joined the posse of witches and wizards. They were also children that lived in small homes near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.
Things stayed this way all up until the winter of 1989. Aka the first winter back home from Hazel and the Twin’s' first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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September 1st, 1989.

“Hazie, are you positive you have everything, dear? I don’t want you to leave without anything at all.” Tom Blaney was finally sending his only precious daughter off to school. Today was the day he would return once again to platform 9 ¾ and say goodbye to his little Hazie until Christmas. Merlin.
“Yes, Papa, I’m positive. Go ask Freddie or Georgie they are the ones who are so forgetful. I’m packed. I even got my galleons for the trolley.” The young witch smiled at her father reassuringly. It would be hard to leave him behind on his on but alas Hogwarts awaited her arrival.
“Well, just remember that I love you sweetie and…Oh, don’t forget to write your poor old Papa. Spark and I will get lonely at the cottage without you.” Tom smiled down at his daughter taking in the sight of her for one last time. She was a spitting image of his late wife, Saoirse, from the golden-brown hair to the smallest freckles that graced the bridge of Hazels nose. However, Hazel did steal his light brown eyes opposed to her mother’s green ones. Oh, how Saoirse would have adored to be here with her family. Sadly, the muggle woman passed giving birth to Hazel eleven years ago. Only for a minute did was she allowed to meet her newborn daughter before her last breath.
“I love you too, Papa. I’ll see you and Spark at Christmas. I promise.” The young girl hugged her father tightly then skipped of into the great Hogwarts express.
It was quite the beautiful train not only on the outside but the inside as well. Oak compartments lined the inside of each train car. Inside of the comfy compartments sat two cozy benches on either side and a huge window for each Hogwarts student to admire the Scottish countryside on the way to school.
Quite swiftly did Hazel find her compartment. It would be obvious to her that Fred and George sat in the loudest compartment on the entire train. As she slid open the door Hazel was greeted by none other than ginger hair and Mari Meadowes. Mari sat beside George and another loud rambunctious boy Hazel didn’t recognize. Across from them sat Fred who was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. Sitting quickly beside Freddie a small grin graced Hazel’s face?
“What is killing poor Freddie over here?” Questioned the young witch. George and Cori were also laughing but not nearly as hard as Fred.
Suddenly the strange boy who Hazel didn’t recognize spoke, “I believe that might have been my doing.” He answered giggling, “Hi, I’m Lee Jordan”
“Hazel Blaney” she shook his hand firmly and began to giggle with the rest of her friends. For what reason? She didn’t know but laughter was contagious, and it could take over even the saddest witch’s frown.
Scotland was possibly the most beautiful country in all of the United Kingdom. The rolling hills held secrets and with owls belonging to students flying along the train Hazel’s breath was taken away from her.
Bloody hell I love magic.
“So, what house do you guys expect to get into? I’m obviously going to became a Gryffindor.” Lee Jordan spoke breaking a calming silence they had all happily sat in.
“I’m holding out for Gryffindor, but another house would be okay as long as it isn’t Slytherin” George responded. He had shuddered at the mention of possibly becoming a Slytherin.
“Awe mate, its not even a question as to what house we will be in. Gryffindor is in our blood.” Fred starched back putting his hand behind his head and leaning on them like a pillow. A smirk graced his soft, pale features.
“Me personally, I want to be like my dad. He was a Ravenclaw. Best in his year at astronomy I hear.” Mari smiled sweetly at the mention of her father. Not for long had she known the man but he did leave a lasting impact on his daughter for the three years he was alive to be with her. Levine Meadowes was one of the final casualties of war that the Death Eaters brutally tortured information out of. Due to all of the dark magic that was inflicted upon him it wasn’t long after Voldemort’s death he too died.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to agree with Freddie. Gryffindor also runs through my veins” Hazel had always assumed that she too, along with her father and grandparents, would be in the brave house of Gryffindor. However, she wouldn’t complain, like George, if she was placed into another house. She wouldn’t even mind becoming a Slytherin. Besides, not all of them were possibly that evil.
“Mari, I think you just might have to give up on your dreams of becoming a Ravenclaw. Gryffindor happens to be where its at.” Lee smiled flirtatiously at the witch trying to make a move by throwing an arm around her. “Oh, don’t look so sad about it Ill be there to keep you entertained. Ill even let you read my star sign to me.” With the young wizards final comment Mari held a disgusted look on her face and moved his arm away from her shoulders.
“In your dreams Jordan. I’d rather fall into an icy lake than live in than be in your house.” Turning to Hazel she continued, “Hazie you should really come with me over to Ravenclaw. We could be such a power team; plus blue and bronze is much more flattering than red and gold.” Hazel laughed.
“Maybe, Mari, only the hat will tell.”

A knock was then suddenly heard on the sliding door that separated the compartment and the carriage. George opened it of course and behind it stood a woman with a trolly full of every sweet imaginable.
“Anything from the Trolley dears?” the woman asked the small group of first years. The twins began to drool at the sight of so many sweets and Lee began pulling out his sack of coins.
“lets see, uh, can I please get 5 licorice wands, 2 packs of fizzing whizbees, a sugar quill, oh, and a cauldron cake please madam.” Lee eyes expanded once he realized how much candy he just bought but nonetheless he still fished out a couple of galleons to hand over to the older woman.
“Anything else?” she looked a bit concerned for the children. All of those sweets could but them in a coma, however, she still offered more to the others.
Hazel ordered next from the trolley. She only got a box of fizzing whizbees and a couple of exploding bon bons. Before the woman could leave onto the next set of drooling first years Lee ordered. Again.
“I almost forgot! A box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, too, please.” The trolley lady looked at the boy with an extremely concerned look and Jordan looked back at her with the sweetest, pleading eyes. This child won’t make it to Hogwarts, she thought. Still, Lee succeeded in purchasing the candy and the lady went on her way before the young wizard could spend anymore of his allowance.
Lee allotted the licorice wands around to each of his new friends then took out the candy he was most excited to experiment with.
Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans were known as one of the best and worst wizarding treats. It was always a gamble to eat one. You could receive the sweet taste of a chocolate bean or dirt, lemon-lime or boogies, or the worst. Green Apple or Vomit. Hazel shuddered at the thought. Last summer Bill brought back come of the beans for his siblings to try out. However, Bill left out the fact that the candy wasn’t always sweet.
It was almost sunset. Hazel was the only one awake still in her compartment. Mari had fallen asleep with her legs across Lee and George. Lee was the first to succumb to sleep after crashing from all the sugar. George had simply fallen asleep because he and Fred were awake all night. The two were scheming about how they could terrorize the hallowed halls of Hogwarts till hours past midnight........