Hi there! Thank you for choosing to read my story :) Hopefully I don't disappoint.

It's set at Hogwarts in Harry's youngest kid's last year of Hogwarts.

So, in case you're not with me:

Lily Potter = Harry and Ginny's kid

Hugo Weasley = Ron and Hermione's kid

Roxanne Weasley = Fred and Angelina's kid

And Blaine is six years younger than Kurt, so if you have a problem with that kind of thing, then don't read further

Lily Luna Potter had just pried herself away from her desperately clingy parents ("It's our baby's last first day of school ever!") and managed to climb onto the train with her owl and trunk when the Hogwarts Express set of for another year at the magical school that had been her home for the past six years.

The thought should have warmed her heart, instead she found herself swearing fluently all along the passage, dragging her trunk furiously behind her and throwing dirty looks at terrified-looking first-years. She finally found the compartment containing the very people she was looking for.

Through the small window, on one side of the compartment she saw a tall, gangly boy with curly, red hair reading a thick spell book and twirling his wand absent-mindedly between his fingers. On the other side sat a girl with olive skin, dark hair and bright blue eyes, staring up at the ceiling of the compartment as if she were trying to memorize it. Lily didn't even question her cousins anymore - she was very aware of the fact that they were strange. And besides, it wasn't like she had any room to talk.

She slid the door open angrily, causing the girl to jump violently and the red-haired boy to drop his wand, changing her brown barn-owl a bright bubble-gum pink.

"You're bloody lucky that wasn't me you hit," Lily said, pulling out her own wand and restoring her disgruntled owl to his original state. "Poor thing. What did mean old Hugo do to you?"

"I don't know," said the the dark-haired girl as Lily plonked down next to her, "I think pink may just be Micky's colour."

"Roxy," said Lily rolling her eyes, "you're mental. And it's Michelangelonot 'Micky'. He's a classy bird."

Michelangelo clicked his beak in agreement and it broke some of the tension. For the first time since leaving the house, Lily cracked a smile.

"There's the Lil we know," said Hugo, his face breaking into a smile as well. He was always relieved when Lily snapped out of her occasional mood-swings - mostly because he had no idea how to deal with them.

"Sorry," said Lily, genuinely feeling it. "Everything just went wrong this morning and then mum and dad were being pathetic and then it was the bloody Daily Prophet."

"Ha! Pay up, Hugh!" said Roxy, holding out a hand. Lily raised a questioning eyebrow. "I bet Hugo five sickles that the Prophet was going to run a story on you. Last born of the chosen one about to head off for her last year at Hogwarts - it's the perfect fluff piece."

"Nice to know my life is a profitable source of income," said Lily sarcastically as Hugo handed Roxanne a handful of silver coins. "So where's our intrepid leader? Still telling the prefects what to do?"

"Yeah," said Hugo staring into his book again, "said he'd be here in a few though."

"He'd better be," she replied, staring out of the window as towns began to dissolve into countryside.

It suddenly hit her that this was the last journey to a new year at Hogwarts. She could still remember the first as if it were yesterday.

Little Lily (as was her nickname at the time) had never been so excited in her entire life. After hearing so much about it from her parents, older cousins and her big brothers, she was finally going to be able to go. What's more, she would be going with her two best friends in the entire world - Hugo and Roxy.

After a few tearful goodbyes their older siblings made sure that they were safely packed into a compartment before heading off to go join their own friends.

"Can you believe it's finally happening?" said Roxy, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "We're finally on our way there! We're going to Hogwarts!"

So excited were the three of them in their speculation of how amazing the castle and lessons would be, that they didn't even notice a small boy with curly hair and prominent eyebrows standing outside their compartment door. He was with a tall seventh-year who had a "head-boy" badge pinned to his fitted sweater.

"Think you can take it from here, Blaine?" They heard the head-boy ask. The short boy nodded, his curls bouncing as they did.

"Thanks Kurt," he said with a nervous smile, before he knocked on the door, unaware that all three of the occupants were already staring at him. He caught Hugo's eye and Hugo, not really knowing what else to do, gave a short nod to tell him to come in. The boy slid back the door nervously, walking into the small compartment pulling his trunk behind him. Lily immediately stood up and thrust out her hand.

"Hi," she said with a huge smile on her face, "I'm Lily Potter. Pleased to meet you."

"You too," he said, gaining confidence as he spoke, "I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

"Blaine! That's a wicked name!" Lily said, beaming and naming herself hostess. "This Roxy and she's probably the coolest girl in the world." Roxy smiled and shook Blaine's hand with a smile. "And this is Hugo. He's an extremely lovable waste of space."

"Hey," said Hugo with an indignant look on his face. Lily laughed, not paying him that much attention.

"We're all cousins," she said with a short nod.

"Wicked," said Blaine with a grin. "Are all your parents magical?"

"Yeah," said Roxy with a smile, motioning for him to sit next to her. "My dad owns the joke shop on Diagon Alley and my mum used to be a Chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies."

"So did my mum," said Lily, "but now she's the Quidditch correspondent for the Daily Prophet, and Dad heads up the Auror's department."

"My dad's an Auror too," said Hugo, "and my mum works for the Department of Magical Law. She's been trying to make sure that the wizarding world is as fair as possible."

Blaine looked slightly overwhelmed with all this new information. He was staring around at the three of them as if trying to work out which question to ask first. Roxy spotted this and asked politely, "What do your parents do?"

"Well, my dad is a computer programmer and my mum is a teacher," said Blaine, slightly self-conscious about the sheer muggle-ness of his parents.

"Computers! Really?" said Hugo, his eyes suddenly alight with interest. "I've only seen a few working but I'm completely crazy about them. I collect bits and pieces of them. Mum's tried explaining them, but it's been so long since she lived in the muggle world, I reckon she's forgotten."

"Is your mum muggle-born too?" asked Blaine, suddenly feeling a lot less awkward about his lack of magical family.

"Yeah," said Hugo. He smiled reassuringly. "She's one of the most brilliant witches of our time. I'm not saying that to sound like I'm bragging or anything - it just shows that growing up in a muggle home isn't a disadvantage."

"Thanks Hugo," said Blaine with a smile, which then broke into a grin. "Tell me more about Quidditch."

There was a knock and Lily was pulled from her thoughts. Roxy and Hugo were asleep so Lily stood up to open the compartment door.

"Deja vu?" Said Blaine as she slid it open and helped him with his trunk.

"Pretty much," said Lily with a grin, "except that you didn't have as much glitter on your chest."

She motioned to his "head-boy" badge and Blaine grinned despite himself.

"But you're roughly the same height," said Lily with a smirk.

"Hey!" He replied with a mock-frown which he could successfully keep for all of two seconds before both of them collapsed into a fit of silent giggles.

"How is life as the head cheese treating you so far?" asked Lily as he sat down next to Hugo opposite her. She chucked him a Pumpkin Pasty which he took gratefully and immediately began to devour.

"It's been good so far," said Blaine between mouthfuls. "It's busy though. This is the first time I've had to myself all day."

"And who'd they stick you with for the rest of the year?"

"They made Lillian Smith head-girl," said Blaine rolling his eyes.

"Oh no," said Lily frowning slightly. Lillian was a Hufflepuff in their year and everyone knew that she fancied Blaine. "Your pet badger?"

"One and the same," he said rolling his eyes. "You'd think after last year she'd take the hint. I'm not interested. Never have been interested. Never will be interested, you know, unless she suddenly grows a d-"

The rest of his word was drowned out as Hugo gave a particularly violent snore. Blaine and Lily giggled.

"How was your holiday?" he asked, as he sobered slightly.

"You were there, you prat," said Lily giggling and setting Blaine off again. The two of them laughed for the better part of ten minutes before Lily yawned. "I think I'm going to join these two in nargle-land. Wake us up when it's time to change?"

"Sure," said Blaine with a smile. He never had been able to sleep on the train. Instead, he stared out of the window and thought back on how crazy it was that six years after his first journey to Hogwarts he was still friends with the same three people. Not to mention that he was a Gryffindor prefect and now head-boy. It was almost surreal.

He thought about Kurt, the boy who had been head-boy in his first year. If he thought about it, Kurt had been the reason he had pushed himself so hard through the past six years and it was certainly thanks to this that he now held the position of head-boy. Before he knew it he was staring out at the countryside rushing past and reminiscing.

Blaine sat on his own at the Gryffindor table. His friends had just left to spend Christmas at home and while they had invited Blaine, his parents had said they wanted to meet their families before he was allowed to go over to their houses. They had also said that they were going to New York for Christmas so he would have to stay at school.

Trying to fight the sudden feeling of abandonment was hard, nearly impossible and Blaine found embarrassing tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he pushed his uneaten steak pie around the plate. He was just about to give up on it altogether when a tall boy in black and blue robes sat opposite him.

"Hey, Blaine, are you okay?" he asked gently. Blaine looked up into the face of the head-boy.

"Yeah," he replied softly and then immediately shook his head, tears now falling hot and fast down his cheeks.

"Here," said Kurt, waving his wand and casing Blaine's dinner to pack itself neatly into a small, magically conjured container. He then handed it Blaine and stood up, motioning for him to do the same.

"Whoa, when do we learn that one?" asked Blaine, impressed, forgetting momentarily why he was upset. They made their way to the passage connecting their two towers.

"Well, you don't," said Kurt with a small smile. "I invented that one. But I'll definitely teach it to you sometime if you'd like."

"You invented it?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows flying up into his tangle of curly hair. Kurt chuckled.

"Yeah, it's kind of my dream to invent spells. I'm applying for a job at the ministry next year and hopefully in two of three years, they'll let me start licensing them."

Blaine gawked at him for a few moments. He didn't think he had met anyone smart enough to invent spells before. He told Kurt this and the tall boy chuckled.

"Thank you," he said. "I'm sure you're also pretty brilliant."

"I'm not really," he said. "I mean, I'm second-to-top in most classes, but I'm just a first year."

"The first time I was ever second- to-top in any of my classes was in my fifth year. You are already far more brilliant than I am," said Kurt with a reassuring smile.

Blaine felt heat rise into the back of his neck, like it always did when he was embarrassed or shy. Kurt seemed to notice and changed the subject.

"So what got you so upset, if it's not too personal for me to ask?"

"It's just that I'm here at Hogwarts and all my friends are at home and my parents are in another country. I know it's something stupid to cry about, but I just feel alone. Really alone." He felt the tears that were just barely suppressed fight their way back up again.

"Hey," said Kurt in a soothing voice, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder and looking into his hazel eyes with his grey ones, "it's not stupid. I know how it feels. It's not pleasant. But you know what? You're never really alone at Hogwarts. And I'll be here whenever you need a friend."

Blaine was jerked from his thoughts as he heard a gentle tapping on the compartment door. It was Lillian. Inwardly rolling his eyes, Blaine nodded to show the Hufflepuff that she could come in.

"Hi Blaine," she said in a ridiculous, breathy tone, "I just wanted to say that I think you need to change into your robes and get ready to help the first years to the boats."

"Thanks Lillian," he said, forcing a smile as she pranced off looking as if he had declared his undying love for her. He had no idea how he was going to survive another year of her, especially one that they would be spending in such close proximity. He'd probably end up murdering her after a term.

Pushing her to the back of his mind, he nudged Lily. "Wake up sleeping beauty," he said softly.

"What did you call me?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes as she rejoined the world of the living.

"Sleeping Beauty? Muggle fairytale, don't even worry," he said, with a smile as she turned to wake Roxy up. He poked Hugo hard in the ribs.

"Whassgoinon?" he asked, jumping up and staring wildly around the small compartment, causing the other three to laugh.

"Get into your uniforms. The badgering badger just came to tell me we're nearly there."

They all got changed in the same compartment. Blaine had no interest in looking at the girls, the girls saw Blaine as a little brother, Hugo and Blaine shared a dorm anyway and the rest of them were all related. They had always been this comfortable around each other.

About fifteen minutes later, the train came to a stop and the doors on the other side of the compartment opened to allow students onto the platform. Blaine jumped off first.

"See you at the feast – I first need to go help the ickle firsties to their boats," said Blaine with a grin. The others laughed.

"See you, mate!" called Hugo as Blaine chuckled and scurried down the platform, trying to find Hagrid and the first years. He was going so fast that he didn't notice someone right in front of him and as a result they collided with a painful crash. The impact caused Blaine to topple to the ground.

"Oh, god, are you alright?" said an oddly familiar voice as the other person held out his hand, which he took. Blaine looked up to see a pair of grey eyes that he would have recognised anywhere and nearly let go out of shock.

"Kurt?"

Hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to review. It's kinda like my crack. :/