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Abracadabra! by megaaan

Format: Short story
Chapters: 5
Word Count: 11,261

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Teddy, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 10/06/2011
Last Chapter: 12/01/2011
Last Updated: 12/01/2011

Banner by the wonderful tina.loves at tda

Isobel Davies is an eleven year old muggleborn, who has just found out that she is a witch. If this is not enough to take in, she has also been told that she has to spend a week - by herself - with a wizarding family, who is none other than Harry and Ginny Potter.

Written for WeirdSisters' "Week with the Wizards" challenge.

Chapter 1: The Arrival
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The car pulled up onto the gravel outside a cottage near Ottery St Catchpole. The two women inside glanced at each other briefly before looking up at the strange house. It was three floors, and very pretty, made out of stone. They could see curtains pulled back at the windows, and the chimney was belching out thick smoke. There was some ivy growing up the side of the house and curling around the edge of one of the windows, and the garden was beautiful with roses and lily’s spread across the large lawn. Despite the homely look, there was something different about the house that you wouldn’t immediately notice if you weren’t looking closely. It looked old, but modern at the same time, and there was something that couldn’t be placed about the colour of the stone and the way it was set in the middle of the countryside. It seemed as if it was only by chance that the car had turned up at all, and that they could easily have driven past without even looking at it.

A girl looked up at her mother, inside the car.

“Mummy, I don’t want to go.”

The older woman glanced down at her daughter, and grinned briefly before looking back out at the cottage.

“I don’t want you to go either honey, but I think it will be good for you – you’ll be able to learn all the things about,” she frowned, her forehead creasing, “that daddy and I can’t teach you. Besides, it’s only for a week – you’ll be back with us both in no time.”

The wrinkles disappeared as she turned to look at her daughter properly, and she laughed at her expression.

“Don’t look so scared! I’m sure they’re lovely people, and you can always phone me if you have any problems – I’ll come and pick you straight back up.”

“But a week’s such a long time!” The girl barely whispered. A piece of dirty blonde hair fell in front of her eyes and she flicked it away impatiently, not taking her eyes off the house. Thinking she saw a flash of red, she looked up quickly at the top window, but there was nothing there. Seconds later, the front door opened, and a woman with long red hair and a very large belly was shown standing in the doorway.

“Mummy, she was just upstairs a second ago – it’s impossible to move so quickly! Mummy this is really scary, I don’t want to have to do this, I -”

“Nonsense, darling. Come on – she’ll think it’s rude if we just sit here staring at her.”

Before the girl could stop her, her mother had opened the car door and got out gracefully, beckoning for her to follow. She sighed miserably, thinking that she had no choice, and reluctantly followed. Her hair swung in front of her face, blocking her view and causing her to promptly trip over. Lying spread-eagled on the floor, she looked back - trying to see what she had fallen over. However, she could see nothing, and she resigned herself to the fact that it was probably just her own feet.

She looked up at her mother, who was frowning at a nearby bush.

“Was that...? No, it can’t be...” She laughed, shaking her head. “For a moment there, I thought you’d tripped over a walking potato!”

She reached out her hands to pull her daughter off the ground, and they turned to face the cottage together. The woman had moved from the doorway, clutching her stomach and frowning slightly as she made her way towards them.

“Are you ok?” She asked, “I’m sorry about that – I told Harry to de-gnome the garden, but he obviously didn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry...did you say ‘de-gnome’? As in garden gnomes?”

“I think that’s what you like to call them, yes,” the redhead smiled. “But they aren’t anything like the miniature Santa Clause’s you have in your garden.”

She reached down suddenly into a plant pot by her feet, and stood up again a moment later, one hand on her back to steady herself and the other grasping a weathered, wriggling potato. She held it out to them.

“Here’s one.”

In another second it was over the hedge where she had thrown it, and she turned back to them, grinning.

“I get Harry to do that now because of this,” she patted her pregnant stomach. “It’s quite useful for getting what I want. Did you find that?” She directed her question at the mother.

“’re Ginny Potter?” She finally managed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry – I completely forgot to introduce myself! Yes, I’m Ginny, Ginny Potter. Harry’s my husband. He should be home any minute actually – and you’re Isobel? And Annie?”

“Izzy,” the girl corrected her quietly.

Ginny repeated her nickname, and then welcomed them inside warmly, getting them some butterbeer and assuring them both that it was non-alcoholic. Izzy sat down on a comfortable red sofa, her eyes as wide as saucers as she took in the interior of the cottage.

It seemed a lot bigger inside than it looked from the outside. From where the car was parked, it looked very modest – a two story cottage with not much spare room. However, from the inside, the sitting room was very large, with multiple sofas and other seats, and two coffee tables in the centre of the room. There were children’s toys scattered around the room, and Izzy drew back from the toy broomstick that was hovering in mid-air, afraid that it would suddenly fly right at her. She could see a kitchen through a door on her left, and something that looked suspiciously like a study on her right. From what she could see of the stairs, she could swear that they went up for more than one flight.

Her eyes drew back to the study door, and she wondered what Ginny and Harry both did for a living. What could wizards have as jobs? Performing magic tricks to little children? Maybe they did normal jobs like her parents – a nurse and an accountant? Being able to do magic would probably make them able to count in less than a second, and they would find healing injured people very easy. Perhaps they didn’t have jobs, and the study was just for show?

Before she could carry on wondering, the fireplace let out an eerie green glow, filling the entire room with the colour. Izzy screamed, jumping up from the sofa as a man appeared in the green flames, spinning fast before slowing to a stop, and stepping out of the fireplace.

Her mother and Ginny rushed in from the kitchen after hearing the scream, and saw her cowering in the corner. A man with jet black hair and round glasses was standing in the centre of the room, looking slightly bewildered. Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, and introduced them to her husband.

Small talk was stilted at first, and after they had all sat down, conversation drifted quickly to Ginny’s large stomach, as – after all – pregnancy was one thing that both families knew about.

“It’s our first,” the red-head smiled, rubbing a hand over her belly.

Annie frowned.

“But what about all the things you have?” she asked, motioning to the toys scattered around the living area. “I assumed you already had a child! Or are you just very prepared?”

The couple chuckled, and Harry spoke up.

“My godson visits us often. His parents were killed and he lives with his grandmother, who often needs a helping hand.”

Spotting the question in Izzy’s eyes, he continued before she could ask.

“They were both killed in the Second Wizarding War, which I’m sure you’ll hear plenty of in the next few days – I won’t bore you with it yet.”

Ginny flinched suddenly, her hand once again going to her stomach. Seeing the concern on the others’ faces, she reassured them.

“He just kicked. He does it a lot – he’ll be a Keeper, for sure!”

“Wouldn’t any child of yours be a keeper, whether they kicked or not?” Annie fired back, obviously offended.

“ I don’t understand...” Ginny murmured, looking to her husband for support.

Understanding dawned on Harry’s face, as he realised that both women were talking about different things. He then proceeded to explain to his wife that muggles used the phrase “he’s a keeper!” when they were talking about someone special they wanted to keep in their life; and explained to Izzy and Annie that a Keeper was a position in Quidditch – a wizarding sport.

All too soon, for Izzy, her mother was making excuses and getting up to leave. She followed her out to the car, where she once again pleaded.

“Mummy, please don’t leave me here.”

But Annie simply smiled softly, and gave her daughter a peck on her forehead before getting back in her car and driving off, feeling guilty even though she knew it was for the best.


A/N: Thank you for reading! My first multi-chaptered story - ahh! Constructive criticism would be fantastic, as I'm uncertain of many parts of it :P Any reviews would be lovely, actually!

- Megan xo

Chapter 2: Introductions and Flashbacks - Izzy
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 I woke up early the next day, expecting the sun to be shining through the window, but it was still dark. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, but I didn’t want to go downstairs just yet. Instead, I sat up in bed slowly, drawing my knees up to my chin and wrapping my arms around my legs, and I tried to remember how I got here.

It was June, and unusually warm for England. I had spent the school day moaning about the heat and entrance exams with my friends, and I was looking forward to a barbeque for dinner that night. I knew that hot weather didn’t last long here, and so me and my friends were determined to make the most of it by going swimming after school.

The end of lessons couldn’t come quickly enough, and we were out of the door as soon as our teacher had finished setting us homework – maths revision. The school was really piling on the work as our entrance exams for secondary school were coming up, and we all wanted to get the scholarship to Mayford’s High School. I knew maths wasn’t my greatest subject and I would need to work hard – but I was giving myself the day off.

“Izzy, do you have your swimming costume?” Ellie yelled across the classroom.

I held up my swimming bag.

“It’s all in here! You’re both definitely coming to mine afterwards?” I ask her and our other friend, Sophie, who was checking if she had everything for the afternoon.

They both nodded, and we made our way quickly to the edge of the playground where my mum was waiting to take us to the pool. Even though we were eleven, so definitely allowed to swim without an adult, she still wanted to watch to make sure that we didn’t get into trouble. I knew we wouldn’t – and anyway, what were the lifeguards for? – but she wouldn’t back down and so I let her.

The pool was outdoors, and so very crowded for such a warm day, but we still had a great time – seeing who could hold their breath underwater for the longest, and who could make it from one end of the pool to the other without touching anyone. This was really difficult as there were so many people, but that just made it more fun, and we spent almost an hour playing these games whilst my mum sat in the sun, chatting to the lifeguard.

When she finally called for us to get out – although we could have easily spent another hour there – we did so quickly, looking forward to the barbeque.

It was only when we got into the car on the way home that she first mentioned it.

“Iz, have you ever heard of ‘Hogwarts?’”

“No. What is it?”

“I don’t know. You’ve got a letter from them at home, and I didn’t recognise the name. I thought you’d know.”

I shrugged. I had never heard of these Hoggy-people, and how did mummy know it wasn’t someone trying to get money off us? I asked her, and she replied immediately.

“It just seemed genuine. It’s hand-written, and addressed to your bedroom – and it has a seal at the back. It looked quite old fashioned, really. Have either of you heard anything like it before?” she asked Sophie and Ellie, who both shook their heads.

Intrigued by mummy’s description of the letter, I picked it up as soon as we got into the house. I read it out loud, as I could tell that mummy and my friends were just as interested as I was.

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Davies,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st. At precisely 5pm on the day you receive this letter, I will visit you to tell you more about Hogwarts.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress”

There was silence for a moment, and then we all began to laugh. Sophie was the first to speak.

“Whoever sent that – how did they think you’d fall for it? It’s just stupid!” She said, as Ellie glanced at the clock.

“It’s nearly five! This Mervy McIggul person should be here in three minutes,” she teased, and we all giggled, and we shared thoughts on how funny it would be if the doorbell rang at 5, before making our way out to the garden.

As soon as I got to the back door, I heard a sharp rap at the front door. A quick look at the clock confirmed that it was exactly 5 o’clock, and Sophie and Ellie both raised their eyebrows at me as if daring me to open it. I did, of course, and in front of me stood the strangest woman I had ever seen.

She was wearing square glasses, and her hair was scraped back from her head, presumably tied up under what seemed to be a witch’s hat. She was wearing a very long green robe that looked like it had come out of a fancy dress shop. One of her eyebrows twitched at our expressions, which were wide-eyed and open-mouthed. I snapped mine shut immediately.

“You must be Isobel?” She addressed me. “I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am here to tell you more about the school, and to answer many questions you may have. May I come in?”

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped past us and into the hall. As she made her own way into the living room, I glanced at my friends. Their eyes were still wide with shock when Sophie spoke.

“They’ve really thought into this joke, haven’t they?”

We followed her into the living room where she was introducing herself to mummy, who looked just as shocked as us. She then turned, frowning at Sophie and Ellie.

“Would you two mind leaving me alone with Isobel and her mother for a few minutes? I need to talk to them alone.”

They looked at me warily, before going out to the garden. I edged myself closer to mummy. Then, she started to explain. She explained why strange things happened that I couldn’t explain, and she told us all about Hogwarts. I think she knew that we would need some kind of proof, and that just telling us the different subjects I could apparently “learn” there wouldn’t be enough, so she stood up from where she had perched on the edge of the sofa, and began to change.

She shrunk, and her robes and hat seemed to be sucked into her body. She was sprouting fur, and whiskers were produced from her cheeks. The only resemblance to her human form was the thick square markings around her eyes, which matched her glasses. She had turned into a cat.

Mummy gasped, a hand going up to her mouth. Seconds later, she had transformed back to a human shape. She smiled at our expressions, and finished off her explanation.

“Now, we’ve never done this before, but we thought that it would be a good idea for you, Isobel, to get a taste of the Wizarding World before you started at Hogwarts. We have arranged for you to spend a week with Harry and Ginny Potter, who are looking forward to your visit greatly.”

She left shortly afterwards, explaining that I couldn’t tell my friends about the Wizarding World, although there was a twinkle in her eye as she did so, as if she knew that I would anyway.

A loud crash and a shout of “Merlin!” drew me away from my thoughts. I looked at the clock, and frowned. It was quite a lot later than it had been when I had first woken, and yet the room was still just as dark as it was then. Shrugging, I put it down to magic, and went to shower before coming downstairs.

As I walked down the stairs, another flash of green light filled the air, and I knew it was someone travelling through the fireplace. I froze, not because I was scared of the green light any more, but because I was wary of it. Mummy always told me to be careful of things I don’t know anything about, but I had to make a few exceptions – being introduced to another world and everything.

I went the rest of the way down cautiously, not wanting anything to jump out at me. I get downstairs in one piece, and make my way to the kitchen, where I could hear Ginny humming.

“Hello,” I said as I walked in the door.

She looked up, smiling. She was bending over a little boy who could be no more than four or five, and had jet green hair.

“Good morning! Harry’s just left, he said that he’d see you later,” I was still staring at the little boy, which she obviously noticed. “This is Teddy – his godson. He’s a metamorphagus – he can change his features. It’s really unusual, but his mum was one too, so we think he got it from her. He likes green eyes and hair at the moment, which I think he got from Harry, but he has my freckles and Andromeda – his grandmother’s – nose.”

The little boy turned his head fully, showing me all the features Ginny had just described perfectly. If only it wasn’t so unusual – I would have loved to be able to change my hair colour whenever I wanted. I could be my normal dirty blonde one minute, and deep brown the next.

He grinned at me, his mouth full of mushy baby food from where Ginny had scooped in the last mouthful of his breakfast. His hair began to change, morphing from the green to a dark blonde colour, which was exactly the same shade as mine. His eyes also changed to a honey colour, and his freckles disappeared.

“He likes taking on the appearance of new people,” Ginny explained. “It’s very endearing, but difficult when we want to go where there are muggles – it would confuse them greatly!”

“Muggles? What are they?” I asked hesitantly, wondering if it was a silly question.

“Oh, sorry – you wouldn’t know, would you! Muggles are non-magical people, like your parents.”

I nodded my understanding, and turned my attention back to Teddy, whose freckles and green eyes had reappeared, but his hair had stayed the same sandy colour. It suited him, and said so. Ginny smiled and agreed, before telling me what their plan was for the day.

“Harry should be back soon – he only went into work for a bit. Then we’ll drop Teddy off at my parents’, and go to Diagon Alley where we can pick up everything you’ll need for school. Things like your school books, robes, and of course your wand, and then Ron and Hermione want to meet you.”

I looked up at the mention of a wand.

“I don’t need to buy a wand – I’ve already got one.”

She looked at me, surprised.

“How? You aren’t allowed to have a wand until you turn eleven and you only found out that you were a witch the other day – when did you have time?”

I felt uncomfortable. I wasn’t even sure if it was a real wand, but if it was and I didn’t have to buy another one, it would be worth it.

As soon as the lady had left and mummy had gone back to the garden, I called Sophie and Ellie into the living room to tell them everything I had just been told. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I also knew them better than Miss McGonagall did, and I knew that they wouldn’t tell anyone else.

They were very surprised, and at first thought I was playing a joke on them. They finally accepted that it was the truth when they remembered that I couldn’t lie to save my life, and showed them the letter again, this time explaining the different Houses in Hogwarts, and how I could do things that I didn’t understand. I wasn’t really sure if I believed her myself, but it all seemed to fit.

Sophie saw it first.

“Wait, there’s another sheet here. Did you see this before?” She asked me, holding up the envelope, which held another piece of parchment that I had missed. She took it out carefully and read it out loud in a dramatic voice.

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

First-year students will require:
1.Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2.One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3.One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4.One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.


They both gaped at me, and I grinned. I’d get a wand! I’d be able to make potions…By then I had assumed the lady was telling the truth, and if it was a joke, then I wished it was real.

“This is all going to cost a lot…” Mummy said, reading the second letter over Sophie’s shoulder. “Do you think they’d have a second-hand shop? Or, even better, do we have anything that would work just as well? I know I have some old scales somewhere…They may not be bronze but they’ll work just as well…”

She continued muttering to herself as she clattered around the kitchen, clutching the letter tightly in her hand. Ellie looked at me pointedly.

“Well, I know where you can get a wand.”

I had forgotten about my dressing up box! Excitement overcame me and I raced them both upstairs to it. When we were younger, we spent ages dressing up as witches and pirates and zombies and playing for hours. We quickly retrieved the wand and I held it carefully. The excitement that I had moments ago had been sapped from me, as I realized that it probably wouldn’t even work – after all, it was a kids toy. However, I would bring it with me, just in case.

A/N: Please review if you liked it! :-)

Chapter 3: Diagon Alley - Ginny
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I couldn’t understand how Izzy had a wand – she had barely known she was a witch for two weeks and she had somehow already got herself the most vital instrument in becoming a proper witch. Ollivander’s and a Dutch shop down in Cornwall under the name of Dirigeerstok were the only wand makers in Britain that I knew of, and if she had never heard of Diagon Alley then how was she to know of Sihir – the Wizarding village in the south?

I asked her to go and fetch it so I could examine it, and perhaps give it to Harry so the Auror team could make sure there was nothing wrong with it. I imagined that it had been given to her by someone, and that sounded suspicious to me.

Waiting for her to come back, I started absentmindedly ruffling Teddy’s hair. He suited Izzy’s hair, although I was glad his freckles and green eyes had come back. From the first time he had set eyes on Harry, his eyes had morphed from the honey colour they were then to the deep green that I loved so much. It was odd to see him without them, as he had stuck with them for the four years I had known him.

The boy gurgled at me happily, and I took his bowl away from him before he could find some way of getting the remnants of his breakfast everywhere. I heard footsteps behind me, and a soft cough to indicate that Izzy had returned with her ‘wand.’

She held it out in front of her nervously, and I took it. It was a black plastic stick, with white ends – nothing like any wand I had ever seen before.

“Are you sure this is a wand?” I asked, carefully. “Most of them look more like this.”

I pulled my own wand out of my pocket and handed it to her. She flushed slightly and swapped it quickly for her own.

“I didn’t think it would be,” she said quietly. “It’s just a toy one – I’ve had it for a long time. I didn’t think it would actually work, but if it meant we didn’t have to pay for a new one...”

She trailed off, and I nodded in understanding. I knew too well what it was like to hardly have enough money to buy the necessities. Wands were expensive, and it was the only thing I had that was ever mine when I was that age. Of course, I couldn’t get hand-me-down clothes from my brothers, but there was a second hand sale every week in Ottery St Catchpole every month and my mother and I would go without fail, to get me enough clothes to last me ‘til the next one.

I was the right person for her, if her family wasn’t well off – I knew plenty of second-hand shops around Diagon Alley that many people didn’t, and I knew that if we went with Harry then the shopkeepers would be throwing their items at us – anything to say thank you for saving the Wizarding World.

I couldn’t wait for her to see Diagon Alley and experience the magic that surrounds the area. I couldn’t remember the first time I went there, but Harry and Hermione always described it as an incredible experience. It was both of their first tastes of magic, and I was excited to give Izzy the same first impression.

Harry and I had stayed up the night before, wondering how to transport her there. Apparation wouldn’t be right – it would be too difficult and scary for her. Floo-ing was an option, but with what had happened to Harry the first time he used the floo system, we decided against it. Another mode of transport was by broomstick, but it would take too long to get there, and it was too risky with all the muggles around. Eventually, we decided on using the Knight bus. It would definitely be an experience she wouldn’t forget, and it was the best of all the other options.

A flash of green light shone through from the living room, and I smiled, picking up Teddy and taking him through on my hip.

“Harry!” The little boy in my arms cried, bouncing up and down and waving his arms in the general direction of my husband. I passed the boy over to him, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before allowing him time to wave at Izzy.

“Well, if everyone’s about ready, we should be off!” I grabbed my bag from a nearby chair, allowing Izzy enough time to get herself a coat, and Harry to strap Teddy to his back.

A few minutes later, we were standing on the road outside the house and explaining the ways of the Knight Bus to Izzy.

“...And you just stick out your wand arm – that’s probably your right one, if you’re right-handed – and it comes out of nowhere! Well, not quite, but that what it seems like,” Harry finished his explanation. “It gave me the shock of my life the first time I did it – I didn’t even know it existed and had just fallen into the road!”

The young girl laughed in amusement, and watched eagerly as Harry stretched out his right hand into the road. There was a loud bang, which made her jump backwards with a shriek, and then the large purple bus was upon us, and a young man with dark hair was standing at the back, ready to take our tickets.

I got on first, with the help of the conductor. It was exceedingly difficult to move anywhere with my belly as large as it was, and I was only glad the distance between the ground and the bus wasn’t any larger, or I would have struggled a lot more. Izzy bounced on after me, and Harry and Teddy stayed behind for a minute, ready to pay.

We moved towards the front of the bus, stumbling slightly as it started to move, and sat down quickly as, with a loud bang, we were suddenly driving down the streets of a small town. Stopping suddenly at a small hotel named “The Golden Snitch,” Izzy was thrown off her seat, and a small woman tottered to the back of the bus to get off, pausing slightly as she saw Harry, and smiling her gratitude.

Izzy was too busy getting back to her seat and clutching on tightly to see this exchange, but I shared a glance with Harry that said, “We’re going to have to tell her soon.” At the very least, we would get a few individuals coming and shaking his hand and thanking him, but we might get a couple of reporters, eager to see the famous Harry Potter and gain anything from him. No matter what he said to them, it would end up in the Daily Prophet within the week, be it a full interview on how he defeated Voldemort, or simply a couple of words depicting how his week had been.

Harry shook his head, almost unnoticeably, to indicate that we should tell her later. I smiled at him and poked my tongue out at Teddy, who was enjoying the fuss Izzy was giving him.

I reached out my wand in order to tap the bricks leading to Diagon Alley. Teddy was gurgling next to me, and Izzy was looking apprehensive. She braced herself as I began knocking on the bricks, and I made sure to keep my eyes on her face, so I could take in her expression.

I suppressed a grin at the look of awe on her face. We stood still for a minute, allowing her time to take in the shops – as busy as if there had never been a war – and all the men and women dressed in robes and holding different magical items, all of which was very odd for the muggle-born.

I grabbed one of her hands, and she turned to me, her eyes wide.

“Come on – robes first!”

Harry went ahead to Gringotts, as I took Izzy to a small second-hand shop that not many knew about, hidden away beside Madame Malkin’s. It sold all the basics that the girl would need – apart from a wand.

We spent about an hour in the shop, emerging with our arms filled with all sorts; from ingredients to school robes, and potions equipment to books.

Izzy chatted to me whilst we were looking for my husband and his godson, about which subjects she was most looking forward to, and how she couldn’t wait to start reading all of her new books. I allowed myself a little chuckle as she mentioned this, and couldn’t stop myself from exclaiming –

“You sound just like Hermione!”


“One of my closest friends. She’s married to my brother – we were going to meet them here, actually.”

Saying this, I immediately spotted a familiar red-head outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, next to a brunette, and I pointed them out.

“There they are, now –”

Before I could continue, I was cut off by an older woman grasping my arm.

“Are you...Ginny Potter?”

I nodded uncomfortably, my arm drifting to Izzy’s shoulder protectively.

“Send my thanks to your husband, won’t you? I’m Mary Swift. Tell him that he saved my families lives.”

I nodded, and made to carry on walking, but she stopped me again.

“And, congratulations!” She pointed to my stomach, and I smiled briefly at her before thanking her and moving on quickly. Avoiding Izzy’s gaze, which was directed at me, I once again turned to look at Ron.

He was standing next to his wife and Harry, and this time when I looked over he caught my eye, giving me a massive grin and a wave. Looking closer, I realised that the crowd of people weren’t there for the ice creams – in fact, the three of them and Teddy were surrounded by people talking to them; thanking them and giving them gifts and letters, asking for photos or to sign a piece of parchment.

Ron nudged Harry, and nodded towards Izzy and I, who were both standing at the edge of the crowd at this point. He smiled broadly, and began to push his way through the crowds. It was obvious they weren’t going to lessen any time soon, and so as soon as I thought he was close enough to hear me, I called to him.

“We’ll go to Ollivander’s without you – I’ll meet you here afterwards.”

He nodded and turned again towards the witches and wizards asking for his autograph, giving us a glance of Teddy who was obviously enjoying all the attention.

“What’s Ollivander’s? And why are there so many people wanting Harry’s autograph?” a small voice came up from beside me.

“Ollivander’s is where you’re going to buy your wand – an actual wand, this time,” I teased, leading her towards the shop. “And...well – Harry’s pretty famous in this world, along with Ron and Hermione. We’ll explain it all later.”

I opened the shop door, letting Izzy walk in front of me. We were met by a young man who introduced himself as “Oliver – I work for Mr Ollivander.”

Stepping back to allow Izzy to speak to him more privately, I watched her answer a couple of his questions and begin to relax around him. He handed her a wand after a minute or so, but took it back from her almost immediately. The second wand, however, seemed to light her from within.

“Wave it around, then!” he encouraged her.

She gave it a quick flick, and some sparks shot out of the end. She grinned, obviously ecstatic at the result, and turned around to give me a quick thumbs up and a grin as I moved forward to pay.

Heading back outside, I quickly cast a shrinking spell on all of the items so we could put them in our pockets and not struggle with carrying them all. We made our way over to the other three and Teddy, who were talking to the last of their admirers. They shook them off quickly and made their way towards us.

Harry suggested that I took Teddy whilst he showed Izzy Eeylops’ Owl Emporium. I sank down onto a nearby bench immediately with the young boy on my lap, relieved that I had a chance to sit down.

“Blimey!” Ron collapsed beside me, making Teddy jump. “It hasn’t been this busy since just after the war!” he exclaimed.

“I know,” I replied. “Izzy was very confused – we’ll have to tell her when we get home.”

Hermione picked up Teddy from my lap and placed him on hers.

“So you weren’t going to tell her if you didn’t have to?” she said reproachfully, and I sighed.
“Hermione, don’t you think that it would be a bit unnerving for her if, as soon as she walked through our front door, we introduced ourselves as ‘Harry and Ginny Potter. The man who saved the wizarding world and his wife?’”

She busied herself in cooing over Teddy, and I knew that she understood, even if she disproved of it. I carried on, trying to sway her opinion.

“Look, it’s not like we were lying to her. We just didn’t think that information was necessary – and anyway, we were going to tell her if it ever became obvious, such as now.”

She relented slightly, and asked another question instead.

“How’s it been, then? Looking after her, I mean.”

“It’s been fine. It’s quite difficult sometimes, because she’s a muggle-born...” I trailed off, catching her eye. “You know what I mean! There are a few misunderstandings, that’s all. It’s lovely, though.”

I finished talking as Harry and Izzy came up to us. She was clutching the cage of a rather scruffy looking barn owl, and seemed very pleased with herself.

“I’ve called him Scruff,” she announced proudly. “Harry gave him to me as a late birthday present!”

I smiled at Harry knowingly, and stood up with difficulty.

“Come on. Let’s get back home.”


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Chapter 4: The Quidditch Match
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 I rubbed my eyes groggily, and fumbled around on the table next to my bed before finally finding my glasses and placing them on the bridge of my nose. Ginny hadn’t yet got up – she was still asleep next to me, her face peaceful and one hand on her large stomach.

We had returned home the night before with Ron and Hermione, and settled in the living room in front of the roaring fire, where I started to explain to her why our being in Diagon Alley had attracted such a large crowd. Not wanting to scare her, I didn’t tell her the full details of my years at Hogwarts – in fact, I began by simplifying it right down to the basic facts.

“Basically, there was a bad wizard who killed my parents, and tortured people – including muggles – for fun. He was the most powerful wizard of the time, and I was the only person who could kill him, so I did, in the end,” I took in her look of shock. “Many people’s lives were lost, including my godfather, both of Teddy’s parents and one of Ginny’s brothers. However, if Voldemort was still alive then many more of us would have died.”

It seemed as though she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her in the form of a snort.

“Voldemort? Isn’t that a bit...silly? How can you be scared of someone with a name like that?” She asked, and this time Ginny answered.

“For a long time, many people were so scared of him that they wouldn’t even say his name. He was commonly known as You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. His actions were what made people afraid, and through them they became afraid of his name.”

The girl nodded in understanding, and went up to bed shortly after, looking as though she was still pondering what we had said to her.


I made my way downstairs to start up the breakfast, and stopped outside Izzy’s bedroom, noticing that her light was on. I knocked gently before opening the door, and saw Izzy sitting up in her bed with all her new books sprawled around her, A History of Magic open in her lap.

She looked up as I entered, and grinned.

“Breakfast will be ready soon. Today we’re going to take you to a Quidditch match!” I told her, and then added quickly, at her confusion, “Quidditch is a magical sport – a bit like basketball, but it’s played in the air, on broomsticks. There are four balls – the Quaffle, which is passed around by the three Chasers to get through the hoops; the Bludgers, which try and knock the players off their brooms – these are controlled by two Beaters on each team; and the Snitch, which is very small and flies around on its own accord. The Seeker has to catch this one, and the game is finished and the team gains 150 points when it’s caught. Ginny was a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, who we are going to see, for many years – she only gave it up when she became pregnant.”

“It sounds very confusing,” the girl replied, “but I’m looking forward to it!”

“It’s just my bad explanation,” I reassured her. “Once you get there, it will be very clear.”

She smiled again, and started reading once more. I took this as my cue to leave, and turned, shutting the door quietly behind me before I began preparing breakfast.

Having meant to arrive early to avoid the crowds outside the arena, we were surprised to find a mass of people waiting, it seemed, for us.

“Ginny! How does it feel to be watching your team instead of playing in it?”

“Harry – do you think you’ll ever become a seeker for one of the Quidditch teams?”

“When’s the baby due?”

“Is it true that you’re looking after a muggle-born before she goes away to Hogwarts?”

“Is that your son?”

“Which team will you be supporting?”

I frowned at the last question. I was here to watch my wife’s previous team with her, and I had a red “Holyhead Harpies!” scarf wound around my neck. Was it not obvious that I would be supporting them?

In all of the confusion, and the pushing and shoving, I had forgotten about Izzy. I turned around sharply, breathing a sigh of relief when I found her right behind me, shocked but unharmed.

“We’re going to find our seats,” I told her. “Stay close to me.”

I began to make my way slowly through the crowd, signing a couple of unavoidable autographs and answering some of the easier questions. Looking to my left, Ginny was doing the same, with Teddy strapped to her back. His fingers were wrapped around her hair, and his features were changing every few seconds as his attention swapped from person to person. I could feel a small hand holding on to the back of my robes, and so I knew Izzy was right behind me.

It took a good ten minutes for us to reach the stadium doors, even though we were only a few metres from the entrance. Getting there, I saw a couple of Aurors waiting to help us to our seats, without being stampeded by fans.

“Just the three of you then?” the woman asked.

“Well, the three of us plus Teddy,” I replied, reaching behind me and pulling on Izzy’s hand.

Ginny looked down at her, shocked.

“Harry, that isn’t Izzy...”

I followed her gaze, finding not Izzy but a little girl with black hair and dark skin, who looked incredibly excited that she was holding my hand. I swore, dropping her hand immediately and bringing it to my forehead.

“She was right behind me at the beginning – I told her to stay close and then moved on...I could feel her holding on to my robes so I knew she was there – but that was you, wasn’t it?”

The small girl nodded, her look of excitement rapidly turning to fear at the sound of me panicking. Ginny moved over to her, trying to reassure her.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t angry with you – we’re just worried. Where’s your mum?”

She pointed outside to the crowds, and Ginny nodded quickly.

“Yes. This man’s going to take you back to her, ok?” she turned to face him, and he nodded. “And can you also look for Izzy? She’s eleven, so quite short...long hair that’s the same colour at Teddy’s – if it’s gone back to normal – and brown eyes...”

“I’ll look for her,” He said, taking the little girl’s hand and leading her back out of the stadium.

We turned back to the woman.

“Come on, Jason will find Izzy soon, and he’ll bring her up to your seats. Come with me now, so you can get to your seats safely before anyone else is let in.”

I could feel the panic slowly building up inside me as I started to follow the woman, glancing back every few seconds expectantly, as if Jason and Izzy would be right behind us. Ginny moved closer to me, slipping her hand into mine and squeezing it to reassure me. Teddy, however, wasn’t helping – he was busy scanning the room and shouting “Where’s Iz? Where’s Iz?” at the top of his voice.

This arena was not particularly massive, and I knew it well as I had often watched Ginny playing there when she was part of the team. I had been in the Top Box many times before, because of this, and so – even in the daze I was in – I recognised the seating arrangements immediately and sat down at once, my head in my hands.

Ginny whispered into my ear.

“She’ll turn up, don’t worry. It wasn’t your fault – Jason will be back with her any minute now and she’ll be fine, if not a bit shocked.”

I looked up from my hands slowly. Her words had managed to calm me down a bit – although not completely. I was still worried for her – a muggle-born in a crowd full of wizards, unable to see anyone she knew and do anything about it – but my worrying wasn’t going to solve anything. Teddy had already forgotten about her disappearance – he was now perched on the seat next to Ginny, and getting more and more excited about the game, and was in the middle of a conversation with someone beside him.

“...Holyhead Harpies! Ginny was a Chaser but then she quit, and Harry caught the snitch!”

The man next to the little boy chuckled, and then said quietly, as if it was a great secret –

“Well Teddy, guess what? I’m going to be commentating this match! So I’ll say who gets the points and who wins!”

I recognised Lee Jordan explaining his role as a commentator. Lee helped out more often than not at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, but occasionally turned up at a Quidditch match to commentate, as he had enjoyed it so much when doing it at Hogwarts.

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, and a questioning “Mr Potter?”

Standing up, I could see it was Jason who had returned, alone.

“I couldn’t find her...I’ve kept some more Aurors out there looking, but I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea if you got Mr Jordan to announce it – see if anyone’s seen her.”

I nodded sharply, and turned back to Lee, who had overheard our brief conversation. I described her to him, and he nodded, making his voice louder and relaying the details to the congregating audience, asking them to show her to the Top Box if she was found by anyone.

Shortly after this was announced, there was a scream from the lowest area of the arena.

“I’ve found her!”

Lee stood up immediately.

“Please could Izzy be brought to the Top Box immediately – Teddy here is getting quite worried about her,” he teased.

There was ten minutes of fidgeting and wondering if it was the right girl, and then a plump middle-aged woman bustled up to me mumbling.

“Mr Potter – such an honour...I’ve always wanted to meet thank you for was just an ordinary day until I found her...this is Izzy, isn’t it?”

She drew a small girl from behind her, a look of shock still present on her face, and her dirty blonde hair falling in front of her eyes.

“That’s her,” I sighed, relieved, and pulled Izzy into a bear hug. Behind me, I could hear Ginny thanking the woman deeply, and Teddy starting up a new chorus of “Iz! Iz! Iz!”

I nodded to the lady again, signing a piece of parchment for her before she hurried off to her seat again.

“Just wait until Bertie hears about this...never believe day of my life...”

“I’m so sorry, I thought you were behind me,” I told Izzy honestly. “If I’d known it wasn’t you, I would have stopped but I only realised when we got inside-”

“Don’t worry,” she interrupted me quietly. “A little girl came in front of me and grabbed your robes, and then I couldn’t see you...and then I thought I did see you again and I started to follow you, but it was someone else. But I’m here now, and I didn’t miss any of the game!”

I grinned at her optimism, and watched as she settled herself next to Teddy, ruffling his hair and gearing herself up for the beginning of the game.

I pointed my wand at the fire in front of us, which had been diminishing slowly for the past hour, and it immediately flared up again.

I could barely remember who had won the match, let alone the ending score of the game – my eyes had been glued to Izzy’s small frame the entire time, as if me not doing so would result in her getting lost again. Even though she was following the game intently, and looked as though she would rather watch the game than do anything else, I still found that I couldn’t concentrate on the match for more than a few minutes before worrying that she had disappeared again. Fortunately, she didn’t, and we managed to make our way back to the house without any other difficulties.

Now, we were sitting in front of the fire and watching Teddy weave in and out of the sofas on his toy broomstick. Izzy and Ginny were both clutching some butterbeer, and I had a small amount of firewhisky to calm myself down.

“...and when she caught the snitch! I couldn’t even see it, it’s so must have been amazing, being a Chaser!” Izzy told Ginny, the excitement still shining on her face. Ginny grinned.

“It was pretty great,” she admitted. “I was sad to give it up, but I have more important things on my mind now,” she added, patting her swollen stomach gently.

“Can we play Quidditch at Hogwarts?”

“Yes – and it’s very popular. You’ll have to try out for the team!” I told her. She had been following the ball quickly with her eyes earlier, and she seemed to grasp the concept of the game very quickly – I was sure she would make a good chaser when she got to Hogwarts.

She sighed happily, relaxing into the cushions behind her.

“I’m so excited about going. Can you tell me all about it?”

I nodded.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything. The building, the lessons...where do we sleep?”

“Everyone sleeps in dorms,” I began. “You’re put into a house at the very beginning, based on your traits – which is much less scary than it seems – and each house has a common room. You’ll spend most of your time there, and in these common rooms are different dorms for the boys and girls, and different ones for every year. You’ll share a room with three or four other girls.

“The massive. It’s actually quite intimidating at first – the staircases move and the portraits talk to you, and you have to find your way around with no help at all – but once you get used to it and find the secret’s fantastic!”

“There are many, many floors,” Ginny added. “And the Great Hall – where you eat – has four tables, one for each house, and an enchanted ceiling so that it looks like the sky outside. There’s also a lake, and a forest – although you aren’t allowed to go inside; it’s very dangerous.”

Izzy’s eyes were wide, eager for more information.

“What about the spells? Are they just like us...muggles...always thought they were? You just wave your wand, and say ‘Abracadabra!’ and then you can do whatever!” She mimed waving her wand, twirling her arm around.

“Well, similar,” I laughed. “Apart from the movements are much more concise, and ‘Abracadabra’ isn’t a real spell! The one that sounds most similar to that is actually a very nasty spell – the killing spell, actually...”

Her eyebrows shot up.

“Oh. Well, I won’t use that one, then!”

There was silence for a moment, as she contemplated this, and then -

“And what spells can you do?”

“So many,” I replied. “You can transform things, make them come to you, make things set on many,” I repeated.

“Can you show me one?”

Accio Izzy!” I called, and her eyes widened as she was pulled across the sofa towards me, coming to a halt right next to my lap. I looked down at her, grinning cheekily at the look on her face.

Teddy’s broom had slowed down dramatically from moments before, and his eyes were beginning to droop as his head lolled forwards. Ginny plucked him from the broom, and it stayed hovering in mid-air.

“I think that’s quite enough excitement for one day. Time for bed, Teddy.”

“I think I’ll go up too,” Izzy yawned. “I want to read a bit more before I got to sleep.”

“See you in the morning!” I called to her retreating back, as she followed Ginny and Teddy upstairs.

Gulping down some more firewhisky, I reflected on the day. I was really growing attached to the little girl – the panic I felt when we thought we had lost her wasn’t a panic of what to explain to her parents and McGonagall, but it was one I’d feel if the same thing happened to Teddy. I was really going to miss her when she went.


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Chapter 5: Epilogue
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The rest of the week passed quickly – meeting new people and visiting new places – and before she knew it, Izzy was having to pack up all her belongings and get ready to go home. Ginny was sitting on the floor next to her as they were sorting through her school books, and Harry was outside with Teddy, teaching him how to catch the gnomes.



Izzy’s bag was far too small to fit all of her new belongings in, but with her new school trunk as well, everything was fitting nicely.


“I bet you can’t wait to get back home and show everything off to your mum,” Ginny started.



“No – I can’t! I can’t wait to tell her everything all the spells and the shops, and everything you’ve said about Hogwarts...and she can read all of my books,” excitement coursed through her body as she listed off the things she could tell her mum about, and then disappeared as she thought about leaving her mother again.






Ginny saw the girl’s face drop and frowned, her eyebrows knitting together as she asked her if she was alright.






 “Yeah – I’m fine,” her mouth stretched across her face in what was supposed to be a smile, before she gave up on trying and let it fall back. “I - I just...I think I’m going to find it really difficult to be away from her for such a long time. I know I can write but she probably won’t like owls everywhere, and I’ve never been away from her for long and -”






 “What about this week?” Ginny interjected softly. “You haven’t seen her or spoken to her or even written to her in a whole week – and I know that a term is much longer, but I can tell you now that it really will fly by. You won’t know where the time goes!”



Izzy’s face turned to a look of astonishment.



“This is the longest time I’ve ever been away from her – and I haven’t even thought about it that much,” she seemed to perk up, before another thought brought her back down. “But a term is such a long time, and it won’t fly by if I don’t have any friends!”




“Who says you won’t have any friends?” Ginny asked, surprised at this comment.



“I’m never good at making friends,” she replied miserably, stuffing some socks in her bag. “I’ve been friends with Sophie and Ellie since I was born, and so I’ve never had to make new ones before. I’m not really very loud...what if I don’t get on with everyone? Or if the one person I’m friends with is in a different house to me?”



 “Don’t worry about being in different houses to your friends. There were twins in Harry’s year who were in different houses, and one of my good friends – Luna – was in a different house to me. It doesn’t mean you can’t be friends with them, it just means that you don’t share a dorm with them! I was also very close to Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were all in the year above me. I hardly ever saw them, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t just as close to them!



“About making friends – everyone’s new, and most people don’t know each other. A lot of people will be muggle-borns, like you, and they will have had a week with a wizarding family as well, so they’ll be in exactly the same position as you! You’ll be sharing a dorm with four or five other girls, so you’ll have plenty of time to get to know people.



“And the owl thing – I’m not entirely certain, but I’m pretty sure there’s a system where you can send your letter to a post office in Diagon Alley, and they will send it by muggle post to your mother. She’ll send hers back to that address, and it will send it on to you by owl. I’ll get Harry to find out the name of it, and we’ll send you an owl when you get to Hogwarts with it in – just so you can be the first one to get any post,” Ginny finished off, teasingly.



Izzy smiled weakly, thanking her, and sat back against the bed. Her bags were now fully packed, apart from one thing – her wand, which was cradled lovingly in her lap, her hands running up and down it as if she was restraining herself from flicking it, and saying some meaningless words to pretend that she was making something amazing happen.



“Come on,” Ginny said. “Your mum will be here soon, and there will be plenty of time for you to use that at Hogwarts!”



Izzy nodded, placing her wand gently on top of her clothes, before shutting both of her bags and lifting them as if ready to take them downstairs, before Ginny stopped her.



“Don’t worry about them – I’ll do that,” she said, struggling to get up from the floor. After using a hand from Izzy and the edge of the bed as support, she finally managed to get up, and with one hand on her back, she took her wand out of her pocket and flicked it quickly. The two cases promptly left the ground, hovering about two inches off the carpeted floor. Ginny pointed her wand towards the door, and they followed this direction, coming to a halt just outside the room.



She shot a sideways look at Izzy, who was staring in wonder at the cases as if they had just grown mouths and started talking.



“Come on, they aren’t going to go downstairs by themselves!”



Izzy snapped her mouth shut, and blushed, following Ginny out of the room and continuing to stare excitedly at the cases.



“I just...can’t believe that I’ll be able to do that soon,” she said. “It seems so unreal – like this is all just a fantastic dream...”




“Well, unless I’m just a figment of your imagination, then I can assure you that this is all very real!”



They had just reached the bottom of the stairs and the cases had been deposited softly on the floor, when they heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive, followed quickly by a slam of a car door and Teddy yelling “I’ve got one! I’ve got one!”



Izzy’s eyes snapped up as she realised this visitor was probably her mother, and, with a scream of delight, she ran out of the door and straight into the outstretched arms of her mum. Ginny watched from the doorway with a smile on her face as she was joined by her husband and his godson.



“I can’t wait to have that,” she said, as she watched Annie’s face carefully – happiness radiating from her as she was reunited with her daughter after a week apart.



“Me neither,” Harry replied, wrapping his arm around her and whispering in her ear, “but at least we know it will be soon.”



Teddy freed himself from Harry’s grasp, and ran over to Izzy; holding on to her leg so she had to step away from her mother.



“Izzy, don’t go!” he begged, his features once more morphing into hers as he stared into her eyes. Annie’s eyes widened at the changes, and she gave a sharp involuntary gasp.



“How does he..? Will you be able to do that, Iz?”



“Nah,” she replied. “Teddy’s lucky – not many people are able to change their features. You probably can if you’re really clever...I don’t know.”



She looked at Harry and Ginny here, as if to ask if this was true. Harry stepped forwards, pulling a reluctant Teddy off Izzy’s legs, and shaking Annie’s hand.




“Welcome back! Sorry about my godson, I think he likes your daughter,” he chuckled, and then answered Izzy’s unanswered question. “And perhaps – if you’re extremely clever, and want to enough. I don’t know anyone who ever has, though.”



Teddy squirmed, trying to reach out to Izzy, and Harry put him down once more, where he immediately ran to her.



“Would you like to come in for something to drink? We have butterbeer, firewhisky – but if you’re driving that might not be a good idea – and we also got some muggle drinks, if you want any.”



“I think I’ll go for the butterbeer, please. It’s quite an unusual taste, but I’ve found myself craving it all week!”



Harry and Annie followed Izzy, who was being dragged by Teddy, into the house where Ginny was already preparing the drinks.






Settling down onto the sofa, Izzy wondered how she was so lucky. Here she was, a witch, sitting in the same room as a proper witch and wizard, and a little boy next to her, who was also a wizard. It was as if all of her daydreams had come true – and it wasn’t a dream! She couldn’t wait to tell her mum everything – especially what Ginny had told her earlier that day about the owl service that would send her letters through the post system. She knew her mummy wouldn’t be too pleased with owls turning up every few weeks – they lived in the middle of a town, and what would the neighbours think?



She allowed herself a small smug grin, as she remembered her wand, which was shut in one of her cases by the door. She couldn’t believe how difficult she found it - to have to wait until she got to Hogwarts before trying to use it – but she knew it would be worth it once she got there.



All too soon, Annie was finishing her drink, and standing up as if readying herself to leave.



“Come on Izzy, we’d better get going. Thank you again for having her – she seems to have had a wonderful time and I’m sure I’ll hear all about it when we get home!”



Izzy stood up, dislodging Teddy who began to wail again, and whispered to him –




 “Izzy has to go now, Teddy. I’ll see you soon though, I promise!”



He quietened immediately, just saying-



“How long is soon?” 



Izzy looked at Harry, as if to ask when she would be allowed to see them all again. He replied at once, like he had been wondering about this himself and had finally come up with a solution.



“Well if you want, you could visit at Christmas – I know we’d love to see you again then. Also, I think McGonagall wanted me to do some lectures for the older years at Hogwarts. Whenever I’m around, I’ll try and come to visit you. Teddy might be allowed to come too – but only if he’s been very good,” he laughed at the expression on Teddy’s face.



“I’ll write as well,” Izzy added, as they made their way out of the front door and towards the house. “And you make sure you keep that hair, Teddy!”



“I’ll keep it forever,” he mumbled as, suddenly tiring, he allowed Ginny to lift him onto her hip.



Izzy opened the car door, before remembering something and turning back around sharply.



“Oh, and remember to write when you have the baby! And if it’s a girl, call it Izzy!” she called before jumping in the car and slamming the door shut. She rolled down the window immediately, as Ginny called back –



“We’ll think about it! See you soon!”




And as the car drove back towards Norfolk, Annie smiled as her daughter repeated those six words that now had a completely different meaning.




“Mummy, I don’t want to go.”



A/N: And this is the end! Thank you so much for reading, and I'm sorry the last chapter's only just up - our computer has been broken for about three weeks, but it's finally fixed, yay! On another note, this is my first finished (chaptered) story on HPFF. It's definitely not my best - I feel as if I've rushed it, and I haven't connected to the characters as much as I could have done, but I'm glad that I've finished it and hopefully I'll go back and edit it :-) Big thanks to WeirdSisters who created the challenge - and I have finally finished it, even if it is three weeks later than the ending date....(Oh, and sorry about the huge spacings- I tried to change it but it didn't work :()

Thank you everyone for reading, and please review! Megan xo