A Few More Harry Potter Stories

Louis Weasley and Amanda

This is the first of several stories covering the time after my eight original stories.  I am going to try and post them in roughly chronological order, although this one starts before the battle with The Lord of the Dementors and goes on after.  This story is three chapters long. Below the first chapter.

Ch. 1    Louis Weasley at Harvard Business School             Fall 2026

Louis Weasley knew he should be paying more attention to the professor. After excellent marks at Hogwarts and getting a business degree from Cambridge in three years, and a year of work with DPW Ltd under his father, he was now at Harvard Business School, learning to help his father manage the Harry Potter Estates, DPW Ltd. and the other family businesses.

Louis had long ago given up finding a girl as pretty as his mother and sisters.  That was not important anyway. Far better that she be smart and nice.  Many girls threw themselves at him both at Hogwarts and at Cambridge.  He had been told that he was the handsomest boy since Teddy Lupin, but he really did not believe that. He had, over the years, plenty of girl friends, but few of the Hogwarts girls he dated went on to college, and none of the college girls would really fit in a magical world. 

Louis never was distracted by a girl in class.  When you grew up with a mother and sisters as pretty as his, it was hard to be distracted by feminine beauty. Why was this girl so intriguing?  Blond hair very much like his mother and Dominique, and the same blue eyes.  The same aura as well, something similar about her personality.  The face was very different, but the same type of beauty. 

They had met at an affair before the start of classes.  She was by far the prettiest, and in some ways sexiest, female there, but she gave off ‘don’t get too close’ vibrations to any male who tried to get too close to her.  Louis had watched, but kept his distance.  All the attention was making her uncomfortable, and only the fact that these were mostly Alpha males gave some of them the balls to try and get to know her.

Finally, class was over.  As they walked out of class they gravitated towards each other.  “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” asked Louis.

“If you let me buy you one today I’ll let you buy me one tomorrow,” the girl replied. 

“Fine,” Louis laughed.  They walked side by side towards the coffee shop, neither saying anything.  This girl was intriguing.  She was also beautiful!  Louis was not really short. The girl was as tall as he was, with short heels on, so they were both probably about the same height without shoes on.  They made American girls big, and she was a big, substantial, well filled out American girl.  She was bigger around on top than his mother, had a definite waist, and her hips were also bigger. 

“I’m Louis Weasley,” Louis said.

“English?” asked the girl.

“Yes,” Lewis replied. 

“There is just a touch of French in your accent,” the girl noticed.  “I’ve been listening to you in class, and I’m intrigued.”

Louis thought that her finding him intriguing was at least a hopeful sign. “My mother is French,” Louis explained, “and she usually speaks French at home.”

“And your father?” asked the girl, “Does he speak English at home?”

“At least when he is talking to us,” Louis replied.

“Us?” asked the girl.

“My sisters and younger brother and me,” Louis elaborated.

“What language do they use to talk to each other?” asked the girl.

Louis started to gently laugh.  “I think they make love in French, but pay the bills in English.”

“What language do they fight in?’ asked the girl.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever heard them fight,” Louis thought. “I do know that when Mum swears in French Dad is very cautious around her.

“Do you have a name?”

“Amanda Meijer, that is spelled m-e-i-j-e-r,” Amanda replied.

“Like the store chain in Michigan?” Louis asked.

Amanda replied, “The family has been in California for at least a couple of generations, and I’m not aware of any connection, but I have heard of the store chain. Tell me about your family.”

“My mother is from France, and my father from England.  I have two older sisters, and one of them, Dominique, has blond hair and blue eyes like you. My oldest sister, Victoria, was in the health care field, but she married her boyfriend Teddy Lupin and they seem to be intent on having a very big family, so she only works part time now.  She’s has red hair and is rather voluptuous, not thin like Mum and Dom. Dominique, the younger, is married to a Frenchman who has a minor interest in a vineyard, and they have one child. My little brother was sort of a surprise, almost twenty years after Dominique.  Jean-Paul is three.”

“Twenty years? That’s a huge gap!” Amanda exclaimed.

“Well, yes, it is quite a gap,” Louis agreed.

“What does your dad do?” asked Amanda.

Louis explained, “Manages money, mostly family money.  My uncle Harry inherited a lot of money, and Dad manages it.  They have invested in several businesses and between Cambridge and coming here I managed one, good tradesmen, good technicians, but lousy business people.  Your family?”

“Dad’s in software, GUI’s mostly. Graphic interfaces for computers. Mom home schools my younger brother Andrew and sister Anastasia.  They are eight and ten,” Amanda replied. 

 “There’s a lot of space between you and your younger brother and sister,” Louis noted.  “There has to be a story there.”

“I came between high school and college,” confessed Amanda.  “Not exactly planned.”

Louis started to recite;

 “She began to wait and worry, so we wedded in a hurry,
Girls should cousin all they can, use their wiles to get their man.
While our first set gossip buzzing, Jill and I now have a dozen
Ready in their turn to prove, that there’s no chastity in love.

“Part of a poem by Robert Service.  Hope I got it right.”

“So is there anything like that in your family?” asked Amanda.

“Victoria came almost three years after mum and dad were married, but Uncle George and Aunt Angelica married in a hurry,” confessed Louis.  “I think Grandma and Grandpa Weasley had my dad six months after they were married.”

“You’re a good looking guy,” Amanda kidded.  “Any conquests to brag about.”

“I’m still a virgin, not that I haven’t had a chance,” replied Louis.  “That’s a bold question.  What about you?”

“I’ve had guys try, but no one ever got very far,” Amanda bragged.  “I can defend myself!  Do you have any photographs of your family?”

Louis thought that Amanda could probably defend herself.  She sure carried herself like someone who could defend herself, and was used to fending off guys.   Louis got out his Mobile and brought up a photograph of his two sisters, his little brother, then one of Victoria and Teddy with their family, then of his mother and father.

“What happened to your father?” asked Amanda.

“Wolf,” Louis explained, “defending other people.”

“Were?” asked Amanda.

Louis thought he heard Amanda say ‘were’ like werewolf, not where.  At times he was getting the feeling that she was playing with him.  “It’s a long story,” Louis sighed.  “Do you have photographs of your family?”

Amanda had photographs.  Mother had the same blond hair, the same fine features.  Like Louis’s mother she was beautiful.  The younger brother and sister and father were all good but normal looking. 

Over the next three and a half months Louis and Amanda became the best of friends. Oh, she was a little blunt, and not very aware of the normal boundaries and social conventions.  She would stand too close to you, and ask inappropriate questions. Some of the subtleties of human interaction seemed to escape her, although in most areas she was brilliant. Louis was very aware that Amanda, at least to him, seemed to be in control of the relationship, liking him but keeping him at a certain distance, but he had never met a girl like Amanda.  She kept talking to him about his family, and it was getting harder and harder not to tell her that he was a wizard. The best of friends without being boy and girl friend.  Finally, they were going to have a break from school, and Amanda asked Louis, “Do you think I could visit your family?  How about spending Christmas in England and New Years in California?”

Louis thought that this was a bold move, seeing that they had never kissed and hardly ever held hands, but it was a hopeful sign.

“Fine,” Louis replied, “but I have to tell you that the family may seem a little strange.  We are all witches and wizards. I am going to do some magic so you will not be able to reveal to anyone that is not magical what we are talking about.”

“With a magic wand?” cooed Amanda, with a hopeful smile.

Louis took out his wand, and did the spell.

“So do we fly to England on brooms?” asked Amanda, with if anything a bigger smile.

“No,” Louis explained, “but there is a magical way to go that is quicker and cheaper than flying.  I’ll take you, but you may not tell anyone who is not magical or related to magical people anything about magic.”

“This should be interesting,” Amanda smiled. Louis could not believe it.  Amanda did not blink or think anything was strange when he said he was a wizard.  She was a strange girl! 

Finally, it was time to go.  Louis had a suitcase on wheels, some of what he wanted to take shrunk to fit.  Amanda also had a modest size suitcase.  Louis knew where the nearest magical closet was, and had gotten his destination card to take them to Siberia where they could pick up the European Floo network, so he walked through the series of closets.  The North American closet network did not feel as magical as the Floo network, but it worked a similar way, including the hint of green powder coming down from the top of the door when you went through. 

Amanda did not flinch when Louis took Floo powder and took her through the fireplaces.  The finally arrived at Weasley’s Shell Cottage the afternoon of Tuesday December twenty-second. 

“Hello, mother,” Louis said.  “I would like to introduce you to the classmate I told you about, Amanda Meijer.  Amanda, this is my mother Fleur Delacour Weasley.”

Amanda put her hand out to shake Fleur’s hand and said, “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Weasley.”  Amanda looked around, rather obviously.  The kitchen of Shell Cottage looked out over the magnificently landscaped yard.  Connected to the house by a glass enclosed passageway was a large glassed in patio, at a low enough level that it did not hide the view of the sea.  As far as you could see was beautifully landscaped yard. There was a small cottage just visible off to the distance.

Louis pointed at the small cottage and explained, “That was the old Shell Cottage.  It’s now a shrine to the house elf Dobby and all the beings who sacrificed in the war against Tom Riddle. It is a long sad story I will tell you about someday.”

Amanda was carefully looking at everything, almost like she was taking an inventory. “Wow!” she gasped. “It must cost a fortune to maintain this yard.”  She turned and looked at what of the house she could see.  “Magnificent house, not exactly a cottage.”

Fleur was a little taken aback by Amanda, but told Louis, “Show Amanda to Victoria’s old room.” Victoria’s room was actually two rooms, a sitting room and bedroom, plus a huge closet and a private bathroom.  “This is bigger than my apartment,” observed Amanda.

As they were coming out of Victoria’s old bedroom a brown haired little boy came flying down the hall towards them.  “Louis, Louis, you’re home! Hug!”  Little Jean-Paul did not pause as Louis picked him up on the fly and gave him a big hug, twirled him around, and gently held him so his face was level with his and Amanda face. “Jean-Paul,” Louis told his brother, “this is my classmate Amanda.”

“Glad to meet you, Jean-Paul,” Amanda responded. Louis then took Amanda on a tour of the property, just over three-year-old Jean-Paul trailing along.        

 Wednesday December twenty-third two women and a passel of little children came through the Floo.

Louis introduced the crowd by saying, “Amanda, this is my sister Victoria Lupin plus Josefina who helps take care of the children and, well it gets complicated.”

Louis looked pleadingly at Victoire, who explained, “My husband Teddy was undercover on an island where it was impossible to be chaste.  He fathered children by three different women.  When the wicked ruler of the island was overthrown we ended up with one of the women who had been abused on the island and four children.”

 “Are they all …?” Amanda started, but Louis squeezed her hand hard and muttered, “Amanda!  No!”

They had developed this way of communicating when Amanda started to say something very inappropriate, something she was prone to do, not out of malice, but just because she was terrible at reading unspoken body language.

Victoire gave Louis a grateful look, and then introduced the children.  “The children are Juana, Maria, Javier, Rosario, Venus, Saturn, and (looking at the baby in her arms) Remus.”

Amanda met Teddy that evening, and the whole family spent December twenty-fourth in France, where Amanda met the French side of the family. They came back to England late in the evening.

Friday morning was Christmas, and at about 8:00 AM the whole family started to appear at the New Burrow.  By this time the whole family was starting to get large. Of course you had Arthur and Molly, in their mid seventies. Amanda was not much for being touched or hugged, but you could not escape Molly’s hugs.  Also living in the New Burrow was Andromeda Tonks, who was about the same age as the Weasleys’ but not in the best of health, and Teddy and Victoria and their children.  Teddy was using a cane, and Louis explained, “Teddy lost his leg during an undercover assignment. He was working right up to the time we went to France, and I guess the leg just needs a little rest.”

“Didn’t go too far up the leg, if he can still make babies,” Amanda noted, not kidding but quite seriously.  Amanda seldom joked.

Just as introductions were finished Harry and Ginny Potter showed up, with their just over three-year-old son Gregory and their nine-year-old daughter Minerva.  Louis introduced them, “Amanda, this is my Aunt and Uncle Ginny and Harry Potter and their youngest children, Minerva and Gregory.  This is my classmate Amanda Meijer.” 

Amanda piped up, “M-e-i-j-e-r.”

Ginny asked, “Is your mother Ann Meijer, the witch who writes a column in the monthly magazine “Home Schooling your young witch and wizard?”

“She is,” Amanda admitted with a big grin on her face.

Louis looked at Amanda. She was a witch! He was about to say something when more people showed up.  Next were Ron and Hermione Granger-Weasley.  Hermione looked at Amanda and exclaimed, “Amanda Meijer!  I haven’t seen you since I saw your mother in California, was it, six years ago?”

 “Louis and I are classmates at Harvard Business School,” Amanda replied.

Rose and Scorpius Granger- Malfoy were right behind Ron and Hermione, with their three-year-old daughter Elanor, and year old son Gardner and accompanying them were Narcissa Malfoy and her boyfriend Arthur Baker and Scorpius’ three-year-old sister Bella. Hugo followed with a girlfriend.  Bringing a boyfriend or girlfriend to one of these huge family gatherings was somewhat of a rite of passage. A very pregnant Erica Potter and three-year-old James Jr. followed. Erica was accompanied by what Louis told Amanda was her intended, Viktor Krum Jr. Lilly Luna Potter Lionheart, her husband Bill (Wm. Jr.), two-year-old son Will (Wm. III) and not quite year old daughter Eileen came next. 

Finally, Al and Cleo arrived.  Amanda knew that Harry Potter was not a big man, and Ginny was small at only 4’ 10” tall.  She was not prepared for how small Albus was, and how big Cleopatra was.  Albus was only 5’4” tall, although he was built like a Greek god with wide shoulders and a full neat beard, a good looking little man. For as small as he was he carried himself with a restrained self confidence. Cleopatra was 5”10” tall, huge breasts, even bigger hips, a waist small only in relation to the rest of her.  She was not pretty, with a blotchy dark completion, hair that if it was not confined was wild, a huge nose and hands. For a woman who was not pretty she was in some ways the sexiest woman Amanda had ever seen.  It was hard to look at her and not want to be pregnant.

“She is not very pretty,” Amanda whispered to Louis. “She looks better in photographs than she does in person.  Not as pretty but far sexier! Looking at her makes me want to get pregnant right away.”

Louis looked at Amanda with a grin, and Amanda came back at Louis with, “Don’t get any ideas!  You will know when I’m ready.” 

Louis wondered just what that meant, ‘when I’m ready’.  

Al and Cleo were shepherding their growing family, Adam and the girl “left” with them, Morgana, both three, and Eve, one.  Cleo was just pregnant again, glowing with that pregnant glow some women seemed to have.

Louis told Amanda, “Morgana was a classmate’s baby, but the classmate did not want her, and Cleopatra nursed her and she and Albus ended up adopting her. Cleopatra is the incarnation of one of the old fertility goddesses.  It really is scary!  That’s why there are so many three year olds.”

Percy and Audrey followed, with their three-year-old son Arthur and year old daughter Grace, and their grown daughters Molly and Lucy with their husbands, Rich and Bob Hudson, Molly had two children, Kyle and Scarlet. When Audrey was introduced to Amanda, Amanda of course said “m-e-i-j-e-r.” Audrey immediately asked, “Is your mother Ann Meijer?”

Louis was beginning to laugh.  Amanda glared at Louis and in a thoroughly exasperated tone of voice “Do you know how often I have been asked that?  It was so nice becoming friends with a wizard who had never heard of Ann Meijer.”

“How long have you known I was a wizard?” asked Louis, still smiling.

“Oh, as soon as I saw you and learned your name I knew who you were,” Amanda replied, with a great big smile, a smile that reminded Louis of the famous Ginny Potter smirk when she had gotten away with something. 

Louis was going to say something, but George and Angelica and their family was right behind, their three-year-old daughter Sally, Fred and his African wife Miriam and their two children, Roxanne and Frank Longbottom and their three-year-old. Angelica was pregnant again, as was Roxanne. 

The children were beginning to crowd around the Potter men, Harry and James and Albus, yelling “brooms” among other things, and about five of the men took the children somewhere. 

Cleo looked around and saw Louis and Amanda, and headed straight for them.  She gave Amanda a big hug, stood back, and asked, “May I examine you?”

Louis grinned, “Sure.”  He then looked at Amanda, who looked confused.

“I’m just a classmate of Louis,” Amanda protested.

 “It is sort of a rite of passage, when you bring someone to meet the family, to have Cleo examine you,” Louis explained.

 “OK,” Amanda replied, looking warily at Cleo bouncing at them, and at the two wands.

Cleo took out her wands, and waved them around both of them.  “Oh this is fantastic!” Cleo said. She hugged Amanda again and said, “Isn’t this family great!  Welcome!”

“I’m just a classmate of Louis,” Amanda repeated, suddenly unsure of herself.

“Sure, sure,” Cleo replied, sort of shaking her head, then with a million-watt smile, “Another marriage, more babies, I… love… this… family!”

As Cleo left to talk to other people Amanda turned to Louis and told him, “Your cousin is nuts! Is she always like that?”

Louis had the biggest smile Amanda had ever seen. “Oh sometimes she is worse!  Al says she doesn’t know how to speak in full stops. Every sentence ends in an exclamation mark. You really have not seen her at her peak.” For the first time since they had met Louis was the one in the know.  Cleo had never made a pronouncement like that and not have it right, and reasonably quickly.  Next summer or at the latest the year after, and it would be a good marriage.  No way he was going to tell Amanda.  Meanwhile all he had to do was to be patient.  The romance would come.

Everybody in the Weasley and Potter families seemed happy, but there was a lot of activity, bordering on chaos.  Amanda never really got a chance to talk to Harry or Albus alone, although she did talk to Erica Potter, James’ widow.    

Boxing day they traveled to California to meet Amanda’s family. They arrived in the evening, and were greeted by Ann and Tony (Anthony) Meijer and their children Andrew, 8 and Anastasia,10. 

Everybody had a polite dinner.  They talked about school, and how Amanda was very good at the part of the classes that were computer simulations. What Louis was kind and perceptive enough not to say is that she was not always good at reading people.  They talked a little about home schooling, a subject that the two children found boring. 

Finally, Ann asked Amanda about her visit to England.  “Tell us about Louis’s family, Amanda.”

“Well his mother Fleur was born in France, and her parents and sister and sister’s family still live there.  His father Bill manages money.  His older sister is married and has three children, his younger sister is married and has a son, and he has a three-year-old brother who is very nice.  They all love each other and are very nice.  They live in a beautiful house.

“The grandparents have a huge home, well it’s not huge huge but it’s big, and it needs to be with the size of the family.  One of Louis’s uncles was dragon tender, but he was badly hurt and died, another, Percy, is an official with the Ministry of Magic, and another, George, owns retail stores and makes products that they ship all over the world.  Uncle Ron cannot make up his mind if he wants to be an Auror or a shop keeper, although he is mostly works in the stores. Harry Potter is Head Auror in England and does a lot of other things besides.  Lots of…”

“HARRY POTTER!” Andrew shouted. “YOU MET HARRY POTTER!”

“Harry is Louis’s uncle,” Amanda admitted.

“You’re going out with someone related to Harry Potter? And Ginny Potter, and Albus and Cleo Peverell, all the famous Potters?  That’s fantastic!” Andrew all but shouted.

 “I’m not going out with Louis, he’s a classmate.” Amanda insisted. “I mean we are best friends and … but … it’s not like we’re … well …” Amanda looked at Louis, “he’s just a really good friend, and he’s related to Harry Potter.  OK?” 

Louis just smiled. He remembered Cleo’s words and knew it was just a matter of time, time and the fact that Amanda was somewhat clueless when it came to dating. 

The next couple of days passed pleasantly enough, except that Andrew wanted to keep talking about the Potters and could not believe that Louis was really related to them, and did not consider it the most awesome and fantastic thing in the world. 

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