One Month Later
26th August 1975
"Potter! I swear on Remus Lupin's weird sock collection if you don't give me my book back this instant!" Willow was chasing James around the upstairs hallway for a book he had stollen out of her room.
She still had yet to fully unpack, the only thing finished in her new room was the bed, which had a large pile of clothes on it. But it didn't matter all that much because the start of term was tomorrow and she'd need to pack up anyway.
"What? What're you going to do?" James taunted, dangling the book above her head.
"I have no idea!" Willow jumped for the book, failing to grab onto it.
Downstairs, Fleamont Potter was in the living room reading a excerpt from The Daily Prophet about the disappearances and the gaining of Voldemort's followers.
In the kitchen over in the next room Euphemia was making a pot of tea and using her magic to knit a scarlet red scarf.
"I thought having another girl in the house would make things more calm." Euphemia came into the living room holding two steaming cups of tea and taking a seat next to her husband.
Fleamont straightened his newspaper. "Well at least you don't have have to gossip to Muriel anymore." Fleamont laughed at his own joke.
"She is a very nice lady!" Muriel was the Potters' closest neighbor. Euphemia often would bring her a plate of cookies or a freshly baked pie and listen to Muriel complain about her cats and husband.
"Okay, okay." Fleamont put his hands up.
Back upstairs Fleamont and Euphemia could hear the stomping of the two fifteen year olds chasing each other around.
"James! Willow! Come down here!" Euphemia bellowed from the living room.
The pair came swiftly running down the stairs.
"Mrs. Potter, whatever it is, James caused it!" Willow immediately said, pointing a finger at James.
"I- what!? No!" James stammered.
"I- wha- Yes!" Willow mocked.
Fleamont was hiding his face behind his newspaper, trying not to laugh.
"Fleamont! A little help here?" Euphemia
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fleamont was trying to suppress his laughter. "Kids, listen to Euphemia."
Euphemia scoffed at her husband and turned to Willow and James. "I wanted to check in with you two to make sure you're packed for the train tomorrow. Are you?"
"I just have a few things left to pack up, Mum."
"Yeah me too, I'll be ready before tomorrow."
"Okay, well go finish up and come and get me if you need help. Supper will be ready in about two hours."
The two teenagers made their way back up the stairs and into their rooms.
"Thank you Mrs. Potter!"
"Thanks Mum!"
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A while later Willow was sat crisscrossed on the floor of her messy bedroom with letters from her friends scattered all around her.
She had been organizing them all into deprecate piles, one for Lily, Alice and Marlene. One for Peter and Remus. And one for James, Sirius, and PJ.
PJ and her had been best friend since they met on the train to Hogwarts in their first year. PJ was more of the athletic type and didn't care so much about grades because she wanted to become a professional Quidditch Player.
She was really good too, she was a Chaser on the Gryffindor team and had been since 3rd year, along with James. Willow usually did commentary on matches but she knew everything about Quidditch. She just wasn't confident enough to tryout.
A quick rap on her door knocked Willow out of her daze. "Uh, yeah? Come in!" She looked to up at the door and saw James slowly opening the door.
"Do you want any help? It looks like a hurricane it the room." James seemed stunned that it was so disorganized. At school, Willow was almost as organized as Remus, if not more so. Which is saying a lot.
"Nope, I'm doing fine. Thanks though!" Willow smiled sweetly up at him. "You're welcome to hang out until supper though."
James took a look around the room, settling on a small section of her bed that wasn't entirely covered in clothes, books, or quills. "Why do you have so much stuff? An how did you get it all here?"
"That's actually a really good question. I'm not entirely sure." Willow shrugged and went back to organizing her letters.
"You are something else, Willow Haywood."
"Oh yes, I know." Willow dramatically flipped her hair and smirked at James, making him bust out laughing. She started wiggling her eye brows, making James laugh even harder.
"James! Will! Come help set the table!" Euphemia shouted from the kitchen.
James was placing forks and knives down on the table while Willow set down the plates.
"I don't get why we can't just use magic?" James questioned, sharing a glance with his father.
"Your mother thinks that you need to learn how to do things on your own. And I just so happen to not be allowed to argue with her." Fleamont said nonchalantly.
"Why not?" James queried.
"Have you met your mother? I wouldn't want to argue with her either." Willow noticed Euphemia looking at the three of them from the kitchen. "Love you Mrs. Potter!" Willow smiled innocently, setting down the last plate.
"Mhm." Euphemia came into the dining room with her hands on her hips. The three of them looked at her, waiting for her to say something or tell them off, possibly to hit Fleamont on the head with his newspaper. "Well, what are you waiting for? An invite? Grab your plates and go eat!"
James was quick to grab his plate and rush into the kitchen, Willow followed suit and left to the kitchen herself. "Thank you Mrs. Potter!"
Euphemia smiled genuinely at the pair of Gryffindors. Fleamont came over and pulled her into a hug.
"They're going to be just fine." Fleamont reassured, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
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𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝔸 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕖 (S.B.)
Фанфик{Book 1} Willow Haywood was your average muggleborn witch. She went to Hogwarts, had friends, and had good grades. But there is one thing, her and 4 of her best friends are unregistered animagi who sneak off every full moon to help their werewolf fr...
