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“Myrtle Lillian Potter, are you ready yet?” Screamed her mother from downstairs. “If you don’t hurry up we’ll miss the train to Hogwarts!”

“Hermione, don’t you think you’re being a little bit paranoid? Relax; Myrtle will get there on time. As soon as Ron gets here, we’ll go. Ok? You sure you’re ok? You really want to come with us?” Said her father.

“Oh course I do. I’m fine, stop this nonsense Harry, I’m coming with you.” Hermione said sharply.

Thank goodness for her father. He could always calm her mother down, even at the worst of times. Myrtle had been up all night worrying about her Dad. He was having trouble at work and with Hermione pregnant again, things around the house were a bit stressful.

Myrtle couldn’t wait until her “uncle” Ron arrived. Next to her Dad he was the greatest man she knew. He was the only other person in the world who wasn’t afraid of Hermione and her obsessive habits. He had a way with her that sometimes even amazed Harry. Maybe it was because Ron and her mother used to date.

Myrtle would be commencing her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron’s daughter, Antoinette, her best friend, would be going back as well along with her brother, Victor who was to be starting his first year.

There was a soft knock on Myrtle’s bedroom door and she rushed over to open it,

“Toni?!” Myrtle cried, but as she opened the door and peered around, the look of happiness vanished off her face. “Oh, it’s only you Elli. Get out of my way will you, I’m trying to pack.”

The door slammed behind Myrtle’s younger sister Elli as she turned away from her sister. Myrtle didn’t really like Elli. Most of the time she was an absolute hassle and other times, when you wanted her to wash the dishes, she wasn’t there, she was up in her bedroom reading spellbooks.

Elli was very unlike anyone in the Potter family. Hermione, although compulsive about schoolwork and studying was very generous and kind, Harry was mischievous, a wonderful Quidditch player, not to mention the bravest man who ever walked the planet and Myrtle, well, she was very good at her school work, but she was a little too fond of wandering the Hogwart’s Castle in the dark if you know what I mean. Many Howlers had been sent home to Harry from Argus Filch Junior, the caretaker. Harry was careful to hide these from Hermione, which Myrtle was very grateful for.

No, Elli was different. She was quiet and glum and moaned half the time about having to wear her glasses. In fact, to Myrtle, she sounded a lot like her own namesake, Moaning Myrtle, a ghost who haunted a girl’s bathroom at Hogwarts. Myrtle didn’t like to think about being named after a ghost, but her father said that she should be honoured to share the same name as Moaning Myrtle, who was very brave and assisted in defeating the Darkest of all Dark Wizards, Lord Voldemort. Myrtle’s thoughts were interrupted by the loud knocking on the front door.

She peered out of her bedroom window and saw Ron, Antoinette, Victor and Ron’s wife Fleur. She ran down the stairs jumping most of the way to the bottom, raced over to the door and wrenched it open before Harry could even get out of his chair.

“Toni! Victor! Uncle Ron, Aunt Fleur! You’re finally here!” Myrtle screamed as she rushed over to hug her friends.

Harry walked over to the front door and came up behind Myrtle. He was followed closely by Hermione who was having a bit of trouble walking due to the added weight of the baby. Elli however was nowhere to be found.

“Ron! It’s good to see you mate.” Said Harry.

“You too Harry. How you been getting on? I hear there have been some prob..”

“Not in front of the children Ron. Or Hermione for that matter. I don’t want them worrying about things that they can’t fix. Anyway, we should be getting a move on or we’ll be late and we’ll have to fly a car to Hogwarts.” Whispered Harry to Ron

“Harry, you are such a hypocrite. Who spent his entire seven years at Hogwarts sticking his nose where it didn’t belong?” Then, on a lighter note, “Do you think Hermione would let us fly the car to Hogwarts?” asked Ron

Ron walked over to Hermione and kissed her cheek.

“’Ow are you Er-My-Knee? You looks at bit out of sorts.” Said Ron. Myrtle was about to wet herself with laughter thinking about her mother’s response.

Hermione didn’t say anything, which surprised everyone. Instead she turned away and went back into the kitchen. Everyone shrugged and continued gasbagging about the things they had done over the summer. Suddenly, something went flying through the air and landed straight on Ron’s head.

“Oww! What the bloody hell is going on?” exclaimed Ron. “Hermione…” Ron sounded very exasperated as he looked at what had hit his head. It was a wooden spoon.

“That’ll teach you to be rude to me Ron Weasely. Just remember, there’s more where that came from.”

“We should be going now Ronald,” Fleur had spoken up for the first time. “Ze children do not want to miss zere train to ‘Ogwarts”