Sabrina ; The next generation

One

Tonight, the stars were clearer than ever.

The sky was dark. It was night time. We were actually supposed to be in our dorm, fast asleep but here we were, sitting on the roof of Hogwarts.

Theo sat on one side of me — Adriana on the other.

Tomorrow, we were going home. Going back to London, back to our families.

I was finishing my sixth year, starting my seventh and final year in September.

My name is Sabrina Magdalena Silverberry-Weasley, the youngest daughter of two amazing people.

My mum is a pretty famous journalist, owning her own newspaper called 'The Silverberry outlook'. She's changed things.

Because of her, gay marriage became legal in the Wizarding world, already in two-thousand. She's got many employees and she's even expanded the newspaper to New York.

Dad owns a joke shop in Diagon Alley along with his identical twin brother.

I love my parents, I really do... but lately I've been wondering about my birth parents.

You see, I'm adopted.

Mum and dad adopted me when I was about a year old.

All I know about my birth parents is that my dad was black and my mum was white.

I'm the youngest out of four.

The oldest is Alec Arthur Silverberry-Weasley. He's twenty-one, turning twenty-two in December. He still lives at home. I love bullying him about that. He was adopted too.

Mia Angelina Blake Silverberry-Weasley is my older sister. Eli is her twin brother. Eli Marcus Silverberry-Weasley.

They're not adopted.

They're dad's biological children. Mum and dad used a surrogate to try and get a child that way because mum's infertile, and they ended up getting twins.

"Here." Theo interrupted my thoughts, handing me a cigarette, and I placed it between my lips, letting him light it for me.

Theo is my cousin.

He's the son of my uncles Marco and William. They had a lot of kids, all through surrogacy. They never wanted to know which kids where biological to who sp that will always remain a mystery.

My uncles have seven kids.

Kyla is nineteen.

Theodore is seventeen.

Mica is sixteen.

Elias is twelve.

Rosie is eight.

Nora is seven.

And Raine is five.

I've got even more cousins than that. Dad has loads of siblings who all have children.

"I don't want to go home." Adriana sighed, her knees pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped around them while she stared into the distance.

I inhaled, exhaling shortly after before looking at her while Theo spoke.

"Kick him in the balls."

She let out a laugh at that comment.

"Or I could kick him in the balls." I suggested, smirking. "I'd love to kick him."

"I'm sure you would." She smiled. "But you're not going to. Kick my dad and it'll only get worse."

I sighed and leaned back to lie down on the roof, staring up at the sky and the many stars while smoking my cigarette.