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Max Granger-Weasley

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Somewhere, outside Devon, England. There is a house. It's called the Burrow. It was still pitch-dark. But in that house, a light was on.
Max woke up early. About 5 A.M. It was the first of September. He'd start his fifth year at Hogwarts today. The fifth year was one of the most important years at Hogwarts because of he O.W.L Exams. He couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he decided he'd might as well read something. He grabbed towards the ground, groping for the book he read yesterday. He grabbed it. The cover said: Charms of Defense and Deterrence by Professor Catullus Sprangle. While laying comfortably in bed, he held up the heavy book and placed it on his lap. He put up his reading glasses. He'd only use those if he was tired while reading. He read an utterly interesting piece about Patronuses. It said: "A Patronus is a hidden, but inherent part of one's personality, that only comes to light when the able caster needs it, such as when facing something as inhumanly evil as a Dementor."

"Hmm..." The boy mumbled, while biting on his lip. He had wanted to try out the Patronus charm for some time now. He wondered what his Patronus would be.

Time passed as he lay in bed and read. When he read, time always seemed to go so fast. It was now 7 A.M. He decided to go downstairs and see if anyone was up. He was getting hungry. If Mom or Granny Hermione was up, they'd make him some eggs.
Max reckoned it was tough. Raising a baby. Let alone a twin and doing it on your own. Yes, the boy had a twin sister called Samantha. Sam for short. Max was happy Mom moved in with Uncle Ronald (Ronald Weasley was their grandfather, but they called him uncle for convenience) and Gran. When they were young, Uncle Ronald and Granny would take care of Max and Sam. Uncle Ronald would always watch Quidditch with Sam, and teach it her himself. One day he fell of and broke his shoulder. He laughed of the pain when Granny healed him. Max and Gran Hermione would mostly read. She'd teach him spells that would come in handy later on. She'd often show pictures of her with Harry Potter - the legend himself was Max and Sam's great-uncle - and with Grandpa. Ronald and Maxwell looked a lot like each other. The only difference was Max his long, unruly hair. He'd make a ponytail out of it most of the time. Combing his hair everyday was a waist of time, according to himself.

He went down the stairs. Silent. He didn't want to wake up Uncle Ronald and Granny. They slept in the room beside his. It was hard not to make a sound in the Burrow. The stairs were shrieking and the whole house looked like it could fall apart any minute. It would if it wasn't held together by magic. Max calculated that once. The gravity would pull the upper rooms towards the surface.
He got down the stairs. He was now in the living room. The clock - with the pictures of the Weasley's and there occupation - said it was 7.23 A.M. He looked around. There was no-one apart from their Owl, Arthur. Max decided to make himself a cup of tea to start of the day. He walked towards the kitchen counter. He decided he'd do it the Muggle way. He forgot his wand upstairs. He boiled some water and put it in the teapot, which was decorated with light blue figures. He put a tea bag in it and let it simmer for a minute. When it was done simmering, he poured some in his cup. Very gently he took a sip. It was a beautiful morning he noticed. The sun was shining and...

"Morning Max."

He recognized the voice immediately. Naturally. They'd been living together for 16 years. It was his twin sister, Sam.
Max had always found Sam pretty. Not in a sexual way. Just that he knew why people found her pretty and he agreed. When he was 5 or something, he actually was attracted to her. He remember picking flowers for her in the yard. He couldn't have known. Although when he thought back it felt really weird. Oh kids... He thought.

He raised his cup of tea towards the redhead. "Morning Sam. You'd like some tea?"
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Dolfyn Malfoy

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He had one of the master bedrooms in the house. Yes. one of the eight. Malfoy Manor was huge. It was the residence of the Malfoy's.
Dolfyn lived there with his mother, father, and his sister Eleanora. His grandfather, Draco also lived in the house. He lived in the West-wing and Dolfyn and his family lived in the East. Dolfyin had never liked the Dark Arts, much like his father. It's a shame this house was full of it. They even had a basement which they once used as a prison. His grandfather had practiced the Dark Arts when he was his age. Draco Malfoy had once been a Death Eater for Lord Voldemort. Dolfyn couldn't imagine using unforgivable curses. Let alone at this age. His sister on the other hand, she'd do something like that in a second.

Dolfyn woke up around the usual 9 A.M. He'd normally go downstairs. To the dining hall. However today it was different. It was the first day of school. So instead of wasting his time on the mundane morning-routine, he decided to go for a flight.
He ran a hand through his messy, middle-long hair, and slicked it backward. He rubbed his eyes as he moaned and stod up. Walking towards the enormous closet, where his Quidditch robes hung. A big silver number 1 was displayed on the green uniform. He grabbed his Nimbus 360, a gift he got on his birthday from grandfather, and went out his room. He walked along the upper hall where he'd walk down the stairs. Down as he goes, he saw a painting of a man with long blonde hair. That was his great-grandfather Lucias Malfoy.

When he got outside he felt the rain drops on his head. "Pesky rain." He said as he looked up towards the grey sky. Nevertheless, he hopped on his broom and flew. He decided to fly in the forest. Here he had been training most of the Summer. Going at full speed. Dodging branches and trees. He started to accelerate and went into the woods. He took a snitch with him and let it out in the middle of the woods. The snitch immediately flew away, with Dolfyn trailing it. It was hard to see. The woods and the rain didn't make it any easier for him. He decided to scout the place out. Soon he saw the gold devil. He made a huge dive towards the snitch. Just before the ground he pulled up, when the snitch decided to fly low. With high speed and his hands forward, Dolfyn groped towards it.

He felt the metal touch his fingertips when a pain stroke his foot. He fell forward, off his broom. He had missed a fallen log and his foot had gotten hooked. So he lay there in the mud. He got up and sat down. He looked around. His broom lay 2 meters away from him. Luckily still intact. The snitch! He checked his right hand. No snitch. He checked his left. And there was the little devil. "Got you." He said relieved and rolled his eyes. He lay down again and took some rest.

He stumbled back towards the mansion, with his broom in his hand. It was just when he was at the gate, he noticed the rain had stopped. He opened the front door and said: "I'm back!" He didn't get a response. He took of his shoes and robe, which were both covered in mud. He now wore a undershirt and his Quidditch pants, who were a lot like jogging pants. He walked up to the dining room and was greeted by non other than Eleanora.

"Morning El. That bloody snitch nearly killed me," He said with an awkward smile at his face. "Again." He added.

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Samantha Hermione Granger-Weasley
"Don't chase the quaffle if you see the damn Snitch!"
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Tossing and turning, the female couldn't sleep. It was habitual each year. 1st September was a day full of nerves for the Granger-Weasley twins. Despite being in their fifth year, she still felt as if she was entering Hogwarts for the very first time. This time it was rather different as both of them had to go past their O.W.L examinations which are now literally knocking at their door step. Oh the fights Sam endured with her mother and her grandmother most of all, to study. Samantha made it very clear that she would always pick a broom than a book. The many times she was lectured about wasting that photographic memory of hers.

It's just what they thought. Little did they know that every player's playing pattern in her Quidditch matches is designed in her mind. Their moves, enough to keep the quaffle from entering those hoops. It was her objective as keeper after all. Just like her good ol' Uncle Ron, not really her uncle but in fact her grandfather. It had always been like that, Samantha was their grandfather's favorite while Maxwell was their grandmother's favorite. The twins were always even from that aspect. Who needed a father when they had their old man?

At sleepless nights she enjoyed it when she heard old adventures their family had when they were their age. How they were the golden trio, with their great uncle Harry Potter. That was not going to be the case today... at 6:00 a.m.

Getting up from her bed she caused the floor boards to creek. She didn't want to wake her family up, especially her mother who strictly said no flying at this time of the night... well morning. She stripped off her sleep wear and slipped into her manky jumper and jeans. Grabbing her mother's broom, which was now hers she opened the window and went out for an early morning flight. She loved the feeling in her curly red-orange locks. The excitement of being so high above ground. Only it was raining... so she won't be touching the floor any time soon. Letting go off the broom she lifted her hood from under that jumper and proceeded her flight.

Being sure to return through her room's window by 7:00 a.m. Samantha switched from what she had on to her previous sleep wear to make it seem like she had just gotten out of

bed. Heading downstairs she noticed and heard someone cooking or brewing something. It was Max, making breakfast.

"Morning Maxy! No breakfast for me?" she pouted and settled in one of the old wooden chairs.

Max and Sam have been and still are joint to the hip ever since they were in their mother's womb. Despite being totally different more than being alike, the pair were inseparable. What Samantha didn't know was that a lock of her orange curls was slightly darker due to it being damp from the rain, "Everyone still sleeping?"

Eleonora Astoria Malfoy
"Nothing is wrong if it feels good and satisfying."
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Ella was not much of an early riser. Quite the contrary. However she was forced to wake up early on such a day. A day she quite looked forward to. Ha! As if. It was the first day of school only she was going for the fifth year this time. A place she was not so fond off, a castle full of blood-traitors and mud-bloods who taint the wizarding world in her opinion. Scum. It was unfortunate that her family had her opposed views on such matters. Which was ironic considering the manor they lived in was full of Dark Arts. Sometimes she simply wondered why in Merlin's beard her grandfather had gone soft. Pathetic if you asked her. Don't get her wrong, she looked up at her grandfather. Only his younger self. Her brother might have gotten their grandfather's young looks but Elle, Ella got his exact character. Same arrogance, same self-centered attitude and so on.

Getting herself out of bed she did the first thing she usually does when she wakes up, "TILLY!"

A house elf appeared, "Tilly is here mistress. What can Tilly do for mistress?"

"Did you prepare my trunk?" Elle asked as she slipped into something more formal than sleep wear. A dark green gown that adorned her petite figure to be exact. From that aspect, Eleanora was quite spoiled. Not quite but a lot. Especially by her father despite their clashes about sudden beliefs and him trying to get her to be a better person. It just ran in the blood, skipping a generation.

Tilly didn't seemed to reply. Instead she lowered her head and cuddled up in a corner, trembling. "Tilly did not do mistress' trunk. Tilly did not know."

"Did not know?!" the white blonde turned towards her house-elf, staring daggers. "What do you mean did not know?! Do I have you tell you to do everything myself you good for nothing stupid elf?!" With those word Ella had reached in her gown unsheathing her wand which was with encrusted pearls at the hand of it. She motioned with a hardened expression and pointed it directly into the elf's under chin, "You're lucky I can't use magic outside of school, otherwise I would curse your useless sorry arse!"

With that the girl heard a loud sound. A male clearing his throat to be exact. "Ella... what did we say about curses and mistreating your house elf?" It was her father, Scorpius. He had warned her way to many times to treat Tilly well. Tilly was El's personal house-elf in general, she took care of her things. Scorpius' look was rather serious at that point.

Rolling her blue-grey eyes at her father's words she lowered her wand. "Go prepare my trunk... NOW!" she ordered and Tilly complied with a quiver in her tone. "Tilly will do mistress," and she instantly disappeared to carry out the order. As she turned around, placing her wand in her gown and frowned, "What? She deserved it!"

"You need to mind your attitude and tongue young lady." her father said sternly. She sensed a talk coming so she promptly brushed by her father and left him call after her, "Eleanora!"

Entering the dining room she saw breakfast already laid out. Readily cooked by their house-elves. "At least some of you vermin know how to carry out your duties."

As she lifted a nice warm cup of earl grey up to her lips and sipped, her brother entered as muddy as ever. "Morning, I'd suggest cleaning the mess you made entering or mother will kill you." she suggested pointing at the muddy trail, lowering her cup and reached for a hard-boiled egg. At his comment of him getting almost killed by a golden small ball she shook her head, "I don't get what you see in that sorry excuse of a game."