Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Fourteen: A Greek Yule

The three siblings got off the Hogwarts Express with Neville. They waved goodbye as they saw him go to an elderly woman they assumed was his grandma. And right away, just from the stern look on her face, they could tell that she was not one to be trifled with.

Walking back to the alley on the mundane side of the train station. Krinos's teleportation spell easily got them back home.

"EEEEEE," an excited screech sounded as the three appeared.

"Oh boy," all three of them swore.

Hestia came running up to them. Krinos and Melody ducked, letting the girl tackle Harry with a full-on hug.

"Not cool, you two," Harry groaned.

"Hey, who are the twins of the three of us," Krinos smirked.

Hestia finally got off of Harry and let him up.

"Nice to see you too, Hestia," Harry says.

Krinos had transported them right in front of the school, near the gate. Hestia, Abby, and Sofia met them as soon as they came back. A healer, ice witch, and a shapeshifter might seem like an unusual combo to others, but those are the people that have never been to Crystal Rose. Where even fire and water mages get along.

"Is Olivia here, yet," Melody asked.

"Someone say my name," a female voice says.

Up came a girl just about twenty years old. She was in her regular outfit. Which was a knee-length white lace dress with a fuzzy blue and red poncho over her shoulders. She had curled her dirty blond hair and wore blue and red go-go boots. Over her eyes were a pair of blue shades with red rims.

''Olivia,'' the siblings cheered.

They all gave the future council member a giant group hug. Even with them being nine years apart, they were all very close.

"Krinos-Flower, Melody-Harp, Harry-Bear," she smiled, hugging her little cousins back. "How are you three?"

"Wanting to see if there are any potion masters to replace the one we have teaching at Hogwarts," Harry responded.

"Wondering why our friend's mother plays favorites with her children, and she has six of them," Krinos answered. "That we know of, anyway."

"Questioning how magical England is even considered magical anymore with rituals, the old ways, and sabbots being abandoned for mundane ways," Melody told her.

"Okay then," Olivia said. "Seems like, after all these years, they still refuse to change. To make things better."

"So you also know the disaster that is their so-called magical community," Abby says.

"As a potential member of the magic council, I have to study up on the customs of other magical communities," Olivia explained. "And England is on the very bottom of magical advances. They still use torches and candles instead of magical lights. They have no World Wide Wizard Web. Not to mention that they still wear robes, how primitive."

"No kidding," Abby agreed.

They began walking to the school.

"So, how is Hogwarts," Olivia asked. "Starting with that potions teacher, of yours. He doesn't seem like the best person for the job."

"Oh, he isn't," Harry says. "For one thing, he's unbelievably biased toward Slytherin house, to which he is head of. He especially seems to hate Gryffindor for whatever reason. He tries to intimidate me, but I have the heart of a lion. Neville on the other hand..."