THE POTTER/CLEARWATER WEDDING! All potter/weasley!

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James was on his way to The Burrow - his favorite place in the whole world. Even though he and his family didn't lived that long from there it was still something special to visit the place. James was only seven years old now and he already had a love to muggle artifacts. It was his grandfather, Arthur Weasley's fault. But James loved it. He loved his grandparents. They were his only living grandparents. His father, Harry's parents died when Harry only was one year old. James often felt sorry for his father, but Harry always said that he was happy to be blessed with such a big family. All the Weasleys was his family and that made James happy. Right now they were on their way to The Burrow, they drove. Harry Potter had taken a driver's license. He was the one who was the least wizard of all. Harry had grown up with muggles. And right now James and his younger siblings - Albus and Lily was on their way to The Burrow. They were going down to play with all the other kids.

James was happy and excited. He loved The Burrow. As they finally arrived he smiled eagerly. He couldn't wait. James ran inside the house and hugged his grandparents, Molly and Arthur. Harry and Ginny was right behind him with Albus and Lily in their arms. Albus could walk himself, James thought. He was five. James hugged Molly and Arthur and ran outside. The sun was shining and it was a great day. An awesome day to play outside. He smiled and enjoyed the sunshine. The seven year old was a bit pale, so the sun would only do him good. The only thing that annoyed James right now was... Where was everybody? Oh well, they showed up later he thought.

He opened his grandparents shag and found a broomstick. James was used to flying. He had inherited genes from both his parents. So he was a decent flyer already when he was seven years old. Harry wasn't scared when he flew alone, it was only Ginny who was a bit afraid, but Harry always calmed her down. James had only fallen off one time, but that never stopped him. He loved flying. And he knew he wanted to play quidditch on Hogwarts. James landed when he saw Albus came to the garden. "Hey Alby. Watcha' doing? We can play in the sandbox until the others arrive. I'm sure Lily would love that. Come on" James was a great big brother. He was very caring. James took Albus' hand and followed him to the sandbox. James' family meant eveything to him.

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( GUIDE YOU HOME )

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Albus was confused. he loved his grandparents, don't get him wrong. he really did. but the enthusiasm that James showed today was surely something to be wary of. someone like James didn't get excited over nothing - well, perhaps James did, sometimes - but there was certainly an ulterior motive like now. at five years old, Albus was still really small. that was something he didn't dispute, given his shorter stature and what not. but there was no denying that the boy was sharp, and talented in Charms. not so much on brooms like his brother, because the Quidditch gene was spared to James only. Albus only learned how to ride a broom at the insistence of his brother. annoying brother, Albus might add, that new word having been recently added to his ever-growing list of vocabulary.

grinning and blushing duly when Grandma Molly kissed his cheek, he squeaked out a reply in that voice that had yet to reach puberty. "hewwo Grandma, Grandpa,"

[/color] he greeted, hugging both yet not leaving the arms of his dad. smiling brightly as they both gushed at how cute the boy had become, Albus was very much not afraid to blush. his face was a bright crimson, at the moment. unlike James, Albus chose to stay inside longer, listening to his grandparents and parents talk. he couldn't make much out of it, but still liked the sound of his parents' voices, and listened happily.

however, some time later, the chatter got faster, and Albus couldn't even hear one word out of it. deciding that he'd leave the conversation for a while, the five year old ambled out to the backyard where James had been previously, and looked for his brother. his cousins were around, but probably still being fussed over by Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. he'd meet Rose later, that's what he believed. finding his brother was first priority. before he found his brother, it seemed like his brother had found him, as he found his hand being held by the other. tilting his head upwards so as to meet his brother's gaze, he grinned. "awwwright, if James says so,"[/color] he readily agreed, squeezing his brother's hand as he followed the other to the sandbox. Albus had never been led astray by his brother, and so it was with full confidence that he followed the other.

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[ROSE MOLLY MALFOY]

Rose was mad. And that at her mother for forcing her into this ridiculous dress. Her mom knew she hated them and yet every now and then she acted as if Rose was her own personal Barbie doll. They were going to go to her grandparents. She loved them, mostly her grandmother molly at least she understood her from time to time. Even her little brother Hugo, who was only two years old, got to come. At least they didn't put him in a pink dress. Her father would be driving them as she sat in the back buckled up with her arms stubbornly crossed over her chest.

Her father was a good driver, even though had needed a few spells to pass his test. Something her mother didn't know, it was their secret. And pretty soon they arrived at the burrow and she saw that the car of the potters already stood there. "Mommy can i go play with Al, Lily and James?" She asked her mother with her eyes wide over as she tugged her sleeve. Her mother told her that she could go later as she tugged a lock of her hair, that was growing redder at the time, behind her ear.

Her mother had picked her up while her father was carrying her brother. Though she was still mad at her she placed her arms around her neck. When they entered the house she saw her uncle and aunt and she knew for certain that her cousins were outside. Her grandmother began talking about her dress and she took her arms from her mothers neck and held them to molly. "Grandmama" she said as molly took her. She beamed at the older woman. After hugging her and her grandfather she turned impatiently to her daddy. "Can i go play now Daddy".

He dismissed her and she hurried outside as fast as her little legs could take her, nearly falling twice. She vaguely heard her mom telling her to be careful. Outside it was a beautiful day. Lots and lots of sunshine and she could see Al and James in the sandbox. On that moment she didn't even care if her mother would be angry if her dress would be dirty. "Al! James!" she jelled as she got closer. She stopped right before the box beaming at the two boys. "were lily?" she asked them seeing that only one was missing. The little girl climbed into the sandbox.

[harper]

breathe me in, i'm yours to keep

Harper Belle Clearwater looked at the clothes in her room... and she wanted to die. Her mother was doing this on purpose. She had hidden all of her jeans and all her plain tee shirts! Why didn't her mother like her being such a tomboy? What was wrong with that? Didn't she know that dresses and little skirts were hard to play in? MAN! She folded her arms across her chest and yelled "MOTHER!" Her mother rushed in the room looking like someone was dying, only to find a little seven year old Harper with her hands folded across her chest and her hip cocked. "Mother. What did we talk about with stealing my clothes? James and Albus and Lily invited me to the Burrow. We're going to be playing. And dresses are not good for playing." She said. Her mother started laughing. She patted Harper's head and pulled her in close. She handed Harper a little skirt thing. "Harperbele, this is a skort. It's a skirt with shorts underneath. Best of both worlds?" Harper rolled her eyes and took the thing from her mother. Why was she so stubborn? Maybe that was where Harper got it from. She ushered her mother out of the room and gor dressed, pulling on a green top with, she winced, little white flowers. She was going to get kicked by James. She knew that much,

"Mother, I'm going to the Burrow." She said, half running to the fireplace. She knew how to use the Floo Network- she was seven, not a baby. She had already said "The Burrow! by the time her mother had said "Alright!" She arrived in the house of Molly and Arthur Weasley in about a minute, and she saw Mr. and Mrs. Potter there. She waved to them shyly and then asked where the boys were. Lily was little and fun to play with, but she loved the boys. James was her best friend through and through, and Albus was nice enough to her. Lily was... well, she was little and a bit too girly for Harper's tatse. Stll, she was a good little girl, and she was cute. She just prefered hanging out with the boys. All the adults said "sandbox" in unison, and Harper nodded and ran out.

Upon seeing two boys and one girl in the sandbox, Harper smiled widely. She ran a little faster and stopped at the sand box, leaning over and panting a bit, trying to catch her breath. She looked at James. "James Potter, before you say anything, my mother made me wear this. So if you pick on me at all!? We're not friends anymore!" She said. Even though she could never stop being friends with him, she knew the threat would work. She climbed into the sand box and looked at the other two. "Hello, Alby. Hiya Rose. Where's Lily?" she asked.

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

o n e , t w o , t h r e e , f o u r , f i v e
ONCE I CAUGHT A FISH ALIVE

s i x , s e v e n , e i g h t , n i n e , t e n
AND I'LL NEVER LET IT GO AGAIN.

Meissa was a princess. So how come, in all the books she had ever read of Princesses and their knights they never ended up at rickety little shacks, hanging off the hand of their Uncle, wondering what was going on. There were no fire breathing dragons here, or little men seeking to confuse her and send her down the wrong path to the house of the wicked witch. In her arrogant little way it really was becoming a waste of her important time. Turning her crystal green eyes up to peer through her corkscrew curls she pleaded at her Uncle that she be allowed to leave. As a child she still couldn't figure out why she was forced to spend so much time with her extended family instead of being watched by the eyes of her Mother, she was too young to be told yet.

On the other side, grinning broadly, was the much more excited face of her sister, who had mumbled something about a wedding to Meissa before pulling on one of her hideously frilly party dresses. All the eldest sister had been able to do was blink blankly at her sister as they were both dragged away to whatever a 'wedding' was. Now they were here, and it all sounded much less exciting than she had had hoped for, not to mention the fact that everywhere she looked she was forced to look at the colour orange, orange hair, orange spots on peoples cheeks, had these people all had too many carrots?

Deciding that their discoloration must be down to their love for the long thin vegetables that had never been a favorite of hers she pursed her tiny rosebud lips, pouting successfully and effectively at those around her. A few feet away her Uncle was muttering furiously to a rather large woman with thick ankles that reminded Meissa of an over stuffed scarecrow from the farm down her road at home. Whatever the two were talking about flew over her head and she was surprised when the man she was clinging to swooped down and gifted each little girl with a small kiss before turning to leave, hurriedly telling them he'd return in a short while.

It all happened so fast that all she could do was blink again as she processed his words, once she opened her mouth in a wail of protest however, he was gone, apparating with a loud crack that had always hurt her ears. Completely unaware of anything she felt her sister take her hand and lead her behind the house to a disheveled sandbox and a group of children her own age.

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[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

I'M DOIN THIS TONIGHT

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Growing up in a household where cursing your siblings for taking your toys was normal, Semella was all too happy to make her way somewhere new. See how others lived. Clinging to her uncle's hand she chose to ignore her sister's expression of disgust; after all, they may be twins ... but they most certainly had different views. For how young they were, that would surprise anyone that spoke to them. Clad in the dress her mother had told her to wear Semella walked with her sister towards a playground, a sandbox, where children were milling about like ants. Suddenly her skin was crawling as she watched them; one boy tossing a rock at another, a little girl getting dirt and grime in the depths of her fingernails simply so she could have a hole that would later be filled. Glancing at her sister Semella felt her nose scrunch upward. I don't like it.

[/b] She stated simply, her dazzling green eyes sparking with her sister's as their minds connected. Did they truly need to speak? Probably not, but it freaked people out more if they could have a conversation with their eyes whilst in the presence of others.

The stare between sister's was broken the moment a bright, red rubber ball bounced against her shoe. Causing her to look forward with a vengeance, though her body remained still; hand enclosed with her twins. How was anyone to know that such identical twins would turn into such different people. Every curse her mother and brother had ever uttered were suddenly dashing across her mind quickly, one right after the other. And it had nothing to do with being disturbed from her odd conversation with her twin, more so that some carrot top looking child was bothering her for no apparent reason. I'll curse you.[/b] She snapped, unsure as to why she was suddenly so angry. Semella had been thrilled to escape her house moments earlier. Perhaps it was the dirt and the screaming that was getting to her.

Stepping back several feet from the ravaged sandbox Semella once again looked towards her sister. Mum wouldn't be upset would she Messy? The youngest Riddle questioned, tilting her tiny face to the sight. Even as children the Riddle children had delicately placed features, fine hair; they were princesses to their mother. Princesses to a dark life and a destiny neither of them would have chosen had they been given such a choice. But at their young age, that was the last thing on their mind. At the moment Semella simply wanted to know how to rid herself of the pests that surrounded them.
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WORD COUNT four hundred and sixty one
LYRICS BYE BYE BYE - N'SYNC
OUTFIT prude
STATUS complete
TAG everyonen && messy
NOTES not so nice lil girls
CREDITS CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE !?

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