𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, born to Lyra Potter and Regulus Black, is Harry's older cousin, 1/3 of the Prankers Trio and niece to mass murderer Sirius Black.
Life at Hogwarts was fun, relaxing and normal. That's until her younger cousin sho...
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CHAPTER TWO the nine potters
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Juniper felt a rush of adrenaline as she and Sirius took off on the Thestral. Originally, they'd opted for brooms, but since both Charlie and Aiden had been Quidditch players when they were at Hogwarts, Sirius hadn't.
Holding onto him tightly, she looked down at the city below. They'd all put a Disillusionment Charm on themselves so June couldn't see the others.
At last, they landed it Harry's backyard. One by one, figures began to pop into sight as their Disillusionment Charm was lifted. Dominating the sight was Hagrid, wearing a helmet and goggles and sitting astride an enormous motorbike with a black sidecar attached.
"That one was once mine," Sirius said proudly, following her gaze as he lifted their Disillusionment Charm.
Wrenching open the back door, Harry hurtled into their midst. There was a general cry of greeting as Hermione flung her arms around him, Ron clapped him on the back, and Hagrid said, "All righ', Harry? Ready fer the off?"
"Definitely," Harry said, beaming around at them all. "But I wasn't expecting this many of you!"
"Change of plans," Mad-Eye growled, who was holding two enormous, bulging sacks, and whose magical eye was spinning from darkening sky to house to garden with dizzying rapidity. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."
Harry let them all back into the kitchen and June ruffled his hair as she passed him.
"Blimey Harry, you keep on growing," she said. "You're officially taller than me now!"
Harry grinned. "I was already taller than you last year."
June rolled her eyes and moved on, letting Kingsley enter behind her.
"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" Harry called across the room.
"He can get along without me for one night," Kingsley said. "You're more important."
"Harry, guess what?" Nymphadora said from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.
"You got married?" Harry yelped, looking from her to Remus.
"I'm sorry you couldn't be there, Harry, it was very quiet."
