"Dad, Mum, look! It's finally here!" It was 7.00am on a Saturday morning, and Cleo Finniagan had finally received her Hogwarts letter.
"For gods sake Cleo, its 7 in the morning!" Her father groaned. He has always preferred sleeping to being awake.
"Who cares? I'm a witch!"
Of course she was practically enrolled already, but she had started to worry that her letter would never arrive. Cleo had shown signs of being a witch, but had resently started to panic that she could be a squib.. She had heard of squibs before, they were children born to magical parents but possesed no magical ability. She often thought she would not be good enough to attend such a school as Hogwarts, but on 21st June, her worries dissapeared.
Cleo Finnigan was a 11 year old witch, who had just been granted one of the greatest gifts she would ever receive; a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Back at the Burrow, everyone was just begging to rise. Hugo was already awake, running around the garden with his cousin Lily, playing "Quidditch" on their old, rusty Comet 260s. These brooms has been enchanted to ensure no child could ride them without a witch or wizard reversing the spell, so really, they were running around the garden, trying to shoot a muggles' tennis ball through 3 tennis rackets with the wire cut out, stood straight in the ground.
"Lily, can I shoot now?" Hugo pleaded.
"But I need to practice being a Chaser until I'm as good as my mum!"
"But it's my turn!" Hugo was often Keeper when playing against Lily.
"Hugo Bilius Weasley! Stop being mean and keep the noise down!" His mother yelled from the 3rd floor window of the Burrow. Hugo sighed. He did like his cousin, but sometimes he wished he wasn't the baby of the family.
Suddenly, the 2nd floor left window opens and a heart-shaped face with strawberry blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes pops out.
"Are you playing Quidditch?" Their older cousin, Victoire asks. "Wait for me, I'll play as Keeper if you want Hugo!" Hugo really liked Victoire, she knew when he was feeling sad or left out and she'd always fill in. Plus, she is Gryffindor Keeper at Hogwarts. Quidditch must run the Weasley family.
After a good few Qudditch games had been played, Molly Weasley called them all in for breakfast. Molly always cooked the best breakfasts, and you never went hungry. All three ran into the kitchen, wanting to get as many pieces of bacon as physically possible down them before the others appeared.
Once everyone was well into their breakfast, and James and Hugo were seeing who could fit the most bacon in their mouth, three large, tawny owls land on window sill. The fourth crashes into the window, knocking itself unconscious.
"Bloody hell mum, " Ron complained, "Can't you for once own an owl that can actually fly in a straight line?"
"Ron!" His wife, Hermione hissed "Don't talk like that in front of the kids!"
"Why, they know not to say it? Don't you?" Hermione just rolls her eyes.
As this was going on, Ginny had gone to the window, let three owls in, who were carrying the fourth, and collected all the letters.
"Rose, Albus," She muttered as she handed out the letters. "James, Victoire, Dominique, Louis.."
"Wait, this has the Hogwarts crest on it!?" Rose pondered aloud, her face full of hope.
"Yes, Rose, Albus..." Hermione was cut of short by their shrieks.
"We've going to Hogwarts!"
" 'Course you are, you numpties, " Ron exclaimed "Both your families have enough magical blood in them to ensure you a place from day one!" Hermione smiled softly but shyed away.
Ron saw this and put his arm around his wife. "And this one has enough magic in her to last for generations. Anyway blood doesn't matter, your mums' a muggle born and she's..."
"The smartest person I know!" Harry and Ginny finished. Hermione went red, kissed her husband and twisted her gold wedding ring around her finger. Sixteen years ago, her husband had "Swish and Flick" engraved on the ring, the first thing they argued over. Still, over a decade on, it was her most prized possession and the thing that reminded her why the Second Wizarding War and the fall of the Dark Lord was worth the wait.
"Gran!" Hugo moaned "They're kissing in the kitchen again!"
"You two!" Molly cussed, flapping the tea towel at them both "You're putting everyone off the breakfast!"
"Hugo's not going to go off his bacon, not if he's anything like his father anyway!" Ginny joked.
As everyone sat down to their Full English, the conversation turned back to the letters.
"So, Albus and Rose need all the basics, " Harry thought aloud, "And James, Louis, Dominique and Victoire need just some new robes then new equipment!"
"Well then," Arthur Weasley muttered through a mouth of scrambled egg "Looks like the Flew Powder is making its' yearly appearance once again."