Chapter image by who else? bellatrixx @ TDA.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.


Tyler Longbottom sat in the Hogwarts kitchens, doing his homework. The portrait door slammed shut. Roxy wandered through the kitchens, ignoring the various house elves offering food. Instead, she picked up a serving platter and studied her reflection. Dark braids framed a light brown face and watery, red-rimmed eyes.

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall." Roxy jumped, turning to face the speaker.

"Merlin, Ty, you scared me! What are you doing here, anyway?"

"My homework." Roxy rolled her eyes.

"I can see that, but why in here? You know we have a perfectly good common room -or hell- even the library." Tyler smiled sheepishly.

"But if I do it here, the house elves give me food." Roxy laughed and sat down next to him.

"Don't let my Aunt Hermione hear you say that."

"Excuse me," he said politely to a house elf, "could I have a plate of cookies please?" The elf hurried off into a crowd of elves. Roxy grinned and shook her head at him.

"Don't ever change." Tyler smiled at her as the house elf came back with a plate of piping hot, chocolate chip cookies.


"Because everybody else is. Lily, Louis, and Hugo all started school this year; they're not babies anymore. Freddie made Quidditch captain, and now he's all serious." She shook her head in amazement. "And Al and Rose hit puberty; Al's not talking to anyone but Rose, and Rose isn't talking about anything but boys. So you, Mister Longbottom, you just stay the way you are." Tyler considered all this a moment before handing her a cookie.

"What's this for?"


"Nah, really?" Roxy rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

"It will make you feel better."

"Make me feel better? But there's nothing wrong." Her friend raised his eyebrows.

"You just went on a rant about your cousins growing up. I think something is wrong."

"I don't think there's something wrong; I just don't like when things are different. I've got enough 'different' in my life without adding some." She tugged at her thick, dark braids.

"What kind of different?" Tyler asked.

"I'm different! Until this year, I was the only Hufflepuff Weasley in a hundred years. And I still look different. Maybe I could dye my hair red." Tyler choked on his cookie. Roxy thumped him on the back as some house elves cam running with a glass of water.


"For kicks, to see what it's like to say my name and not have people say 'really?' in an annoyingly surprised tone." Her gaze had become steely. "You'd think there's enough prejudice in our world about blood without adding some about appearance." Tyler shrugged.

"When I say Longbottom, people either laugh or ask questions about the Battle." Roxy sighed in sympathy; no one liked to be asked about the Battle, but least of all, the children of those who had fought in it. In their first year, Roxy and Tyler had bonded over the fact that they hated the fame and expectations their names brought.

"Well, we'll just have to grow up and do our own, crazy, brave, somewhat stupid thing, and then people will know us for us." Tyler laughed and slung an arm around her.

"I know yours will be 'famous Quidditch star'; I wonder what mine will be..." Roxy nudged him.

"Whatever it is, you're staying the same right?"

"Of course. For you, I will never change anything about myself." Instead of punching him like she usually did when he made sarcastic comments, Roxy snuggled into him.

"You know I love you, right?" She whispered. Tyler nodded.

"Yeah, I know." She sat up and shoved him away; he shoved back. They both grinned at each other and each grabbed another cookie.

A/N: Song-Just The Way You Are-Billy Joel


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