"Harry, I know and I've read it. It seems that even though I'm just as famous as you, she doesn't mention me in the book. Oh yes, niether did she mention Lily." replied a girl sitting next to Harry. She had long dark brown hair and misty blue eyes, she was so beautiful. Actually, she's not just a girl, she is Phoenix White, Harry Potter's cousin.
Harry smiled and replied, "Lily, I think she is much more famous than the two of us. She is just so brave and loyal, it was such a comfort to know that your best friend is named after your mother."
"Yes, your aunt." Pheonix whispered, "Come Harry, remember todays september 1st."
Pheonix POV:
Looking at the Hogwarts Express turning an angle, I remember that 23 years earlier, I was in that train, chatting to my best friend. Never knowing that that year was my most exiting year ever, maybe one day, I can see my own child go on that train, to start her fourth year at Hogwarts. Who knows what will happen to her, at least she won't be in danger like me...
************23 YEARS EARLIER**************
I am now rocking back and forwards, I'm not doing this to myself, someones tying to wake me up. "What is it Ginny? Merlin's beard! Are we late for the match?" I asked seeing some red hair dangling in front of me. "Nope. But you've got to get up quick." Ginny replied, getting of me.
I sat up and threw away the duvets (so on so forth.)...
"We're coming!" I shouted running from the Burrow towards the group of boys and Mr Weasley with Hermione and Ginny at my heels. "What took you three so long?" Ron asked. Mr Weasley heard this and said to Ron, "That's nothing to worry about Ron. We are going to walk a long way, kids!" And sure we did.
After at least 20 minutes of endless walking, we heard someone shouting at us, "Here Arthur! I've found it." We all turned our heads to the sound. Two men stood before us, one of them I know. A handsome boy that I had a little crush on, Cedric Diggory.
Luckily, only my closest friends know my little secret because, if Fred or George knew that, I'll have to die. Last year, at the first quiditch match, Hufflepuff won against Gryffindor, and me being one of the three chasers in the Gryffindor team is not a bright thing. I turned away, not wanting to look at him anymore.
"Kids, this is Amos Diggory and his son Cedric. You should already know each other. Amos, Cedric, meet my children, the red-hairs, Fred, George, Ron and my daughter Ginny. And this is Ron's friends, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Pheonix White." Mr Weasley introduced.
"Merlin's beard! It's Harry Potter and Pheonix White!" Mr Diggory exlaimed. I saw Harry patting down his fringe and me, gipping hard on my left shoulder.
"Amos, should we go. It's nearly time." Mr Weasley said to Mr Weasley to stop budgeing me and Harry. Mr Diggory nodded, "Right." From his pockets, he took out a ball. "Is that a portkey?" I asked Hermione. She nodded in responce.
