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Sixteen Years Later
“You're still thirsty,” she said, changing the subject, and touching my cheek.
The Vampire And The Veela
“Gosh Vicky, I didn't know you were stupid,” I smirked, and she kicked me under the table.
“Hello darling,” Mum said as soon as she spotted me, getting up to hug me (and tripping over her own feet in the process). “How was your first week?”
“Ah, that's why you should go out with someone older,” I said lightly.
“Daisy Potter? It is you, right?”
Mr Weasley stood up at the head of the table, his wand pointed at his throat to magnify his voice.
“Dad told me I'll be disinherited if I'm not in Gryffindor,” Rose sniffed.
“No,” I said, “We're going to tell her. Now.” I grabbed him and disapparated.
“PHWOAR FREDDIE, WAS THAT YOU?!” James yelled, covering his nose. Al slipped off the Cloak behind me, all attention diverted to the Gryffindor table.
Ginny's warm hands grabbed my shoulders. “Snap out of it. He loves you. He always has. Always.”
Six Years Later
So now we're at seventh year. September the first. Again.
Oh God oh God oh God.
So that's our story. We all went through our fair share of pain, but it was definitely worth it in the end, because our family is perfect, and none of us would change it.
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