Call It What You Want - james potter.

one.

i probably (definitely) forgot to mention this earlier, but the kids start hogwarts at 14, in all my hogwarts books (ahem, drafts and crimson curses)

one: prince archie's trip to diagon alley

The week before children were to leave for Hogwarts was certainly. . .amusing. There was a hustle-bustle in the castle only ever seen when there was a ball, coronation, or wedding near and neither had been anticipated in a long while. 

So when not one of the royal children, but both were going to be away for a good part of the year, well, the chaos was doubled. Both mothers kept talking and talking and talking to their kids, and the days faded into nights with Lady Tremaine rushing through her syllabus, often complaining about how now she'd have to educate both the menaces during the summer break. 

"You're sure you wish to go, Archie? Isn't it a little. . .unsafe for you, dearie?" 

Archie's — sorry, Merlin's — mother was born in royalty. Polly's wasn't. 

"I'll take care of him, auntie Beth. Besides, it's supposed to be the safest place on earth, even more now that we're going there." Polly didn't look at her aunt as she stuffed her clothes into her trunk — a pretty purple with a neat P painted on the side. 

It wasn't a well kept secret that Beth didn't really like Polly all that much. Beth wanted to marry the older brother, but Mary came in first, and because of that, the Royal Family lived in the midst of juicy family drama.

Beth, short for Elizabeth, sighed, "Of course, Pollyanna, but there are complications further than your foolish wand waving. Archie here, falls ill frequently," she held in a chuckle (a poor attempt), "I don't suppose you can become Fairy Godmother and fix him up." 

"You say as if something's wrong with him." Polly didn't like aunt Beth either. "Besides, we have Madam Pomfrey who takes excellent care of the students, she's quite good at her job as the school nurse. I assure you that there is nothing to worry about." 

"Polly stayed alive and well for a year." Mary gave Elizabeth a look, warning her to conclude this conversation. "If a girl as troublesome as mine can survive, so can a sweet boy like Archie."

"If you say so, my Queen."

"Great, now that that's settled." Polly shut her trunk, quite loudly too, earning a glare from both the (terrifying) women. "When can we both leave for Diagon Alley?"