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We Are Family! - Next Generation by macerinut
Chapter 1 : Meet the Family
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“Come on sis! It’s time to go!” Rolling her eyes, Peridot Cecilia Malfoy, Peri for short, shrunk her trunks and put them in her pocket. She shrunk her pets’ luggage and the pets themselves and ran downstairs to where her brother and parents were waiting. Her mom beamed at her.

“Look at my two children, all grown-up and going to Hogwarts for their sixth year!” Hermione Malfoy was in tears. “I remember my sixth year, what with the War and all... Oh, give me a hug!”

“Mom!” Her son Sirius struggled but finally gave in, hugging his mother back while his sister hugged their dad.

“Peri, watch out for your brother,” Draco Malfoy said seriously. “I don’t want him making any more toilet seats dance!” Peri snickered as her brother, who was nine months younger than her, made a face.

“That was a classic Dad! You know you’re proud of me for pulling that prank even though Mum here sent me a Howler...”

Their mom scowled. “Dancing toilet seats are not amusing Sirius Abraxus Malfoy!”

“Everyone at school found them amusing,” he said with a pout, his silver eyes wide.

Hermione studied her son for a moment before replying, “You need a haircut mister!”

“No, Mum! It’s the new fashion!” he told her horrified. He had light brown, sandy blonde hair that was curly and his bangs hung in front of his eyes. His sister snickered again as their mom got out her wand.

“Hermione, let him have his hair,” Draco said laughing as he put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Listen to Dad, Mum,” their son advised, “he’s always right.”

“Is not!” his sister snorted.

Sirius stared at her in shock. “Dad’s always right because boys rule! No girl can outsmart us!” he said smugly.

“Really? Is that what you really believe?” hissed Peri, her silvery brown eyes narrowed.
“Uh huh.”

She smiled at him pityingly. “Okay then, retaliate to this!” Wordlessly, she turned his legs into tentacles and his hair into seaweed and finished off by making him pink all over.

He looked at himself in disbelief as Draco tried not to laugh and Hermione tried to decide to look stern, proud or upset.

“That’s life lesson, son,” Draco sighed. “Women are smarter than us and they’re always right.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Kiss ass,” he muttered.

“What’d you say Sirius?” his dad asked him with a frown.


“Now that the point has been made and you’ve taught your brother a lesson, will you please turn him back to normal Peridot?”

“But Mum! It really is an improvement!”

“Peridot,” Hermione said warning tone, “turn your brother back. Now.”

Peridot sighed and glared at her little brother. “Yes Mum.” Instantly, her brother transformed to his normal looking self. His sandy brown curls danced wildly on his head as he shook his head vigorously.

“No way little Miss Perfect gets off that easily!” he exclaimed angrily.

“Don’t call me little Miss Perfect!”

“Don’t call me little Miss Perfect,” her brother mimicked. “Aw, is the baby gonna cry?”

Peri seethed. “You foul git! I’ll turn you right back!”

“Children, enough!” cried their mother.

“Mum, Peri-freak not only turned me into whatever the heck I was but it was also a female one!”

That did it. Draco burst out laughing, clutching his sides as his rich, deep laughter filled the room.
His wife frowned at him.

“Draco!”Hermione snapped.

“Dad!” Sirius whined.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “but I just remembered the time when your mother turned your dear old Uncle Blaise into a woman at her time of the month!”

The kids gaped at their mum in disbelief as she blushed.

“My brother was being a moron,” she said simply, “and was asking for it. However, I never charmed him in front of my parents-,”

“Ha! Sucks to be you little brother, she just gave me permission to charm you as long as it’s not in front of her!”

The two resumed their squabbling, not noticing their mother’s eyes sparkle with mischief. Their father just chuckled and put his arm around her and the two started heading out.

“We’re leaving!” he called. “If you want a ride then quit your squabbling and let’s go!”


“Stop hogging all the bacon!”

“If you wanted it then you should’ve got up earlier to get it!”

“It’s not my fault you eat freakin five breakfasts every morning!”

“Says the short boy who eats seven!”

“I am NOT short! And at least I don’t have issues!”

“I do so not have issues.”

“Yes you do.”

“What type do I have then?”

“Anger. Violence. Issues that have to do with those.”

“Enh, maybe you’ve got a point there...” Charlie smiled at her brother sheepishly as he rolled his eyes and reached across the table, grabbing a few pieces of bacon off her plate and dropping them onto his. “But so do you,” she pointed out.

“Yeah but not as much and I make it work for me.” He did, his sister realized miserably as she stared at him for a moment. He was only about five eight and she was five nine. He had turned his normally straight blonde hair into small spikes and had two gold hoops in his left ear. He had formed who he was as a person and as a wizard around his personality with ease and was on the Gryffindor team as a Beater. Charlie, on the other hand, had blond hair cut short that curled inwardly at her chin and was a Chaser, like their mum.

“You’re even worse than Mum,” he continued, buttering a piece of toast.

“And how is she worse than me?” Their mum Chris entered the kitchen, dressed in her green alien pajamas and favourite Quidditch slippers that the two had got her for Mother’s Day a few years before.

“Ollie says I have more anger and violence issues than you,” Charlie said helpfully.

“Enh... I suppose you do. Both of you do actually, only you, my son, don’t get as easily angered as Charlie here.” She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down in between them at the table. “Your father’s going to meet us at the station to see you off. It’s not every day our daughter leaves for her seventh year and our son for his fifth!”

“Speaking of that,” Charlie frowned, “you told me you’d tell me who my real father was when I went for my last year at Hogwarts.”

“Oh, did I? I can’t seem to remember... Oh, whaddya know- I still have to get dressed!”Quickly her mother pushed her chair out, making the teens wince at the sudden scraping noise. She flashed them a brief smile and ran up the stairs, her coffee mug still in her hand.

Ollie looked at her strangely. “Why do you even care about finding out who your biological pops is? Mum says he was a jerk. If I were you, I wouldn’t even want to know!”

“But,” his sister protested, “his parents might’ve cared to know about me. Or his brothers or sisters for that matter! And how do you know what his reaction would’ve been had he even known I existed? Hm?”

“I bet he would’ve spread nasty rumours about our dear ole Mum,” he muttered.

“Still,” she said with a sigh, “I want to know who he is. I don’t want to know him, at least, I don’t think I do. But it would be nice to have some normal heritage I know about.”

Ollie let out a laugh that sounded a bit like a bark. “Ain’t that the truth! I at least have my Scottish heritage and werewolf abilities. You just have the werewolf abilities!”

“True,” she sighed again, her dark brown eyes large and soulful and the blue streaks in them sad. “But at least they’re strongest in the family.”

Her brother made a face. “Bah, it doesn’t count if you don’t know how to use them! Or control them!”

“I do too!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do not!”

“I do too now shut your yap or I’ll throw you to Timbuck Two!”

“Yeah right,” he scoffed. Charlie smiled sweetly at him before standing up and grabbing him by the arms and lifting him up. She started walking towards the front door as her brother struggled and yelped while stuck in her iron grip.

“Bloody hell, why do you always have to resort to violence?!”


“Raoul has a crush...”

“... a rather big crush....”

“... on someone we all know...”

“... he might even love her...”

Raoul groaned and whipped his pillow from beneath him before slamming it down over his head. His twin sisters giggled and began to prod at him with their wands.

“Get up you lazy goof!” Diana exclaimed, her long blonde hair falling into her face. She blew it back and then tucked the black streak on her left side behind her ear.

“Yeah,” Artemis added, “or otherwise we’ll tickle you and then bat bogey hex you. Aunt Ginny’s a very good teacher.”

“Very good,” echoed her twin.

Their brother grunted and heaved his pillow at them. The two squeaked as it rammed into them and they fell off the bed.

“Eww!” Di complained. “You pushed us into your bloody dirty clothes pile!”

“It’s not my fault you two are too thick-headed to not have learned that you do not wake me up before nine,” he said, almost patronizingly as he stood up and grabbed some clothes that were hanging off his closet.

“We are not thick-headed,” the two said sullenly as they got up. Both were dressed in matching outfits their mother had sewn for them. Black silk shirts where the sleeves ended at their elbows and a modest v-neck and black skirts that went down to their knees and poofed a bit at the bottom. The shirts also had slight ruffles down the middle as well as a silver crescent moon sewn on their preferred side.

True to their goddess name-sakes, the girls loved the moon. Almost every piece of jewelry had a crescent moon on it, made of silver. They had matching necklaces that they wore every day made of a silver chain and opposite crescent moons. When put together, a white light emanated from the empty middle and helped the girls focus their magic. They had inherited their mother’s strange sense of fashion and were often caught day-dreaming during classes. They got good grades and were in Slytherin, like their father had been. They also had their mother’s dreamy crystal blue eyes and fascination of strange creatures.

“We’ll set the Nargles on you if you don’t hurry up!” Art called as their brother went into his adjoining washroom.

“The Nargles don’t listen to bratty little sisters!” came his muffled voice through the door as the shower started. Art looked at Di and shrugged.

“Enh, I’m hungry. Let’s go see if Mom’s made any more Wimpleberry jam!”

“You’re right! They always breed and pollinate the Wrimaple flowers around the end of summer!”

“And we have to remember to feed the Surgks, Snowy’s kits are getting quite big...”


“Hey Peri! Peri, over here!”

Her face broke out into a huge smile as she turned around and was engulfed in a hug. She pulled back a moment later. “How’s life?”

Her best friend, Chris Knott, smiled at her. His curly brown hair had turned a dark dark brown over the years and was more shaggy now. His dark blue eyes were the same though; always kind and friendly. “Bearable. Barely.”

Peri laughed. “You’re as bad as my brother at that. You two always use words that sound the same a bit together. It’s annoying you know.”

“Yeah, but that’s why you love us.”

“Peri,” Hermione called, “come say hello to your aunts and uncles before you have to board the train!”

“Coming Mom!” she called back. She hugged him once more. “I’ll meet you on the train at the Heads’ compartment for the Prefect meeting.”

“Yup, ten minutes. Don’t be late!”

“Never am!” she laughed. She watched him haul his luggage onto the train before heading over to where her family had gathered. Her brother was watching her with an amused expression on his face and the twins had each raised an eyebrow; Di her left and Art her right.

“What?” she asked, somewhat cautiously, not getting it. Sirius sniggered as the two girls’ smiles widened.

“You have a crush,” they chorused.

Peri’s eyes widened and her face went red. “Do not!”

“Do so!”

“Do not!”

“Do so!”

“Do so what?” Charlie interrupted as her and Ollie came over.

“Peri-,” Sirius started but gulped as his sister glared at him.

“Do it,” she threatened. “I dare you.”

He stared at her for a moment before lowering his eyes and sighing. “Damn, you’re as scary as Mom sometimes now,” he muttered, shaking his head. Ollie sniggered as he patted his friend on the back.

“Well we can definitely see who wears the pants in the family.” Sirius glowered at him.
“You know as well as I do that your sister can kick your arse to Timbuck Two!”

“It’s true,” Charlie said modestly, shrugging. “I am the strongest and the fastest. Which makes me the greatest.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Peri agreed, high-fiving her.

“Unlike these two sissy boys, I don’t let my sisters push me around.” Raoul looked at them pityingly as he walked over with James and Albus Potter.

“Same,” said James, his brown eyes sparkling. “Albie here and Lily know that as the oldest, I’m the one in charge.” James was in fifth year Gryffindor and his father’s messy black hair and his mother’s warm brown eyes. He was the Seeker on the Gryffindor’s Quidditch team. His younger brother Albus was a fourth year Slytherin and was on the Quidditch team as well Peri, who was the Seeker, as a Chaser. He and their sister Lily, who was a third year Gryffindor, had their father’s intense emerald green eyes though like James, Albus had black hair while Lily had inherited the famous Weasely red hair.

Albus snorted. “James, we both know that Lily is as crazy and scary as Mum. Last night you hid under my bed because you got her ticked off at you for using her toothbrush.”

“We gotta get Mum to stop teaching people that damn Bat Bogey hex,” his brother sighed, shaking his head sadly. “It’ll be the death of us poor men.”

The train emitted a high whistle. “All aboard!”

“Let’s go peoples!” The teens rushed up the stairs into the train, waving at their families as they passed and trying not to step on each other’s toes as they boarded. Peri, James and Raoul headed off to attend the Prefects’ meeting while the others found an empty compartment with the exception of Lily, Albus, Ollie and Sirius who went off to meet up with friends or in the boys’ case, to find Teddy Lupin and cause some sort of mischief.

Charlie flopped onto the bench with a loud groan. “I hate trains,” she muttered darkly. “They’re so... stuffy!”

Raoul laughed. “You say that every year.”

“And I mean it every time.”

Art looked a Raoul and Di looked at Charlie before sharing a look and giggling.


“- is so-,”

“-going to be fun!” they finished, clapping their hands together in glee. The two seventh years stared at them strangely for a moment before turning away.

Author's Note- Sorry about the wait! This is the sequel to my story We Are Family! and is all about their kids and life at Hogwarts for them. Please review!

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