Life is full of strange things and surprises. That is my official sentence of the year. Here's why; 

James Hamilton, my brother, is here at Hogwarts. Aaron Burr talked to us a week ago and says hes sorry. Eliza flirted with Aaron once which I thought was out of character for her, but shes a woman, its not like I know how those mysterious beings work. Against my will, Angelica invited Aaron to our friend group. So now Aaron is in our friend group, I still dislike him and never talk with him though.

Thomas Jefferson wont recover for another two weeks. Charles Lee was released from the hospital wing today and I haven't seen him sense. There's three inches of snow outside and over twenty three snowmen in our field. Pops still does not know I'm his son. Blue was re-named Philip and is now officially me and Johns secret child. James is a metamorphamagus, and I think Pops is too.

There's a place called Hogsmeade although I need more information on that still. Pops is a terrible teacher and physically harms students sometimes. I met a Hippogriff, that was nice. I befrended a thestral instead of attending class. 

I talked to Aaron today and turns out we have a whole lot in common, still hate him for being allied with Jefferson though. And James is officially part of our group as well, starting an hour ago.

And now, currently, I am working on adding another snowman to our army.

"Lexi!"

I looked up from my snowman and saw John flying towards me on his broomstick at high speed. Before I could even move he was already crashing into me. I almost knocked over Ms.Frizzle, the snowman's name, as I tumbled through the snow. I felt something smack me in the fase, not sure what it was, and then suddenly the movement stopped.

I let my eyes focus for a moment, then realized John was on top of me smiling brightly. I tried to hide my blush, but failed, as John started to talk.

"I FOUND OUT PHILIPS SECRET!" John yelled in my face, I have never seen someone smile that much.

A week ago, Philip started acting strange. He would fly around the Ravenclaw dorm, go visit the Hufflepuff dorm like normal, but then once he came back he would curl in a ball in a corner. He was used to checking on John in the mornings and then coming back to play with me until class started, sometimes John would follow him and we would hang out in the Ravenclaw common room.

But Philip had been curling into a ball, and sleeping. His visits to John where short, and sometimes he didn't even visit him. We did all his favorite things, bring him to the lake, rie on our brooms with him, prank people, eat random mushrooms in the woods, gulp tons of coffee, jump rope with him, play fight, me trying to teach him to read and his absolute favorite; hide and seek.

"What is it?" I asked, pushing him off me adn rubbing my head.

"HE'S PREGNANT!" John yelled.

I stared at John. Its a prank, right? Our baby can't be pragnant hes only like... actually I don't know his age. But hes so small! That makes him a child, right? That would mean I'm a child... whatever. And Philip is a HE!

"Yeah right," I said, brushing snow off my scarf.

"PHILIP IS'NT A BOY, LEXI! HES A GIRL! AND HE'S HAVING EGGS!" John squealed, standing up and then dancing in the snow.

"Why did you have to crash into me to deliver this news?" I asked, pushing myself to my feet.

"BECAUSE HES IN LABOR AND IT WAS THE FASTEST WAY!" JOhn yelled.

"HES IN LABOR?! YOU SHOULD'A STARTED WITH THAT!" I sheiked.

I quickly summoned my broomstick and hopped on, flying at top speed towards Ravenclaw tower. I almost slammed into the glass of the window. I slowed for a second, then opend the window and jumped inside, my broomstick in my hand.

I saw Philip in his usual corner. Holy hedgehogs. MY SON, I mean daughter, IS HAVING A CHILD! Whos the dad? Are they nice? Do they treat my Little Phil well? I ahven't seen him around, did he leave Philip? I know that's probably normal for these creatures but THERE GOING TO PAY FOR IT! Nobody breaks Pips heart!

I rushed towards her. Philip was her normal size, bigger then when we found her but only a fraction of how big she could become. I made my hand into a bunch of feathers and wrapped my hands around her. She was about the length of my scarf, and at least twenty pounds. Suddenly a egg popped out of her.

That's when john burst through the window, breaking the glass. 

"My broom is so slow," John said as he ran over towards me.

Philip is not a mammal, so there was no blood or gross stuff. It was also quiet and quick. The eggs popped out, John caught them, and put them in my feathery hand. I had expected blood, tears, wailing, teachers confused, us getting caught, explosions, babies popping out like toast in the toaster, me crying as the babies couldn't breath, Philip dying in labor and a whole lot more I won't think about again because its so disturbing.

Suddenly Pip stopped squirming around, and she curled into a ball. I gently set her down on the floor, she was almost asleep right away. She must trust us with her eggs. John stood up and grabbed a thick blanket, putting it on the floor and making it into a nest-like shape.

I set the eggs in there. Nine eggs. At least there weren't like fifty one or something, that would be terrible. I silently hoped they wherent aquatic or needed to hatch on the tallest mountain or underground. How would Pip communicate with us, if she needed to tell us something about her eggs? What if they needed to be in boiling water, adn I didn't know?

Should I put them in boiling water? Sure would taste good. NO ALEX! Bad! I thought to myself.

"That was very quick, sudden and unexpected," John commented as he sat on his knees.

"I still can't exactly process everything," I added, putting a pencil up to my temple. A weird strategy I learned that helps me focus. 

"So, that ones totally Baguette," John said, pointing at the biggest egg.

"Then I'm naming this one Croissant," I said, pointing at a medium sized egg.

"Wait hold up," I said, standing up and walking away.

I walked back over to John with a quill, ink and parchment.

"This ones Croissant," I said, grabbing the egg named Croissant.

I set it gently on the parchment, then traced around it. I wrote Croissant beneath the outline.

"Whats that for?" John asked curioiusly.

"We can keep track of their size," I replied. 

I then picked up Croissant and wrote lightly on the shell 'Croissant'. Hopefully it wouldn't affect the child. I then grabbed Baguette and repeated the process. In the end we had the biggest egg; Baguette, the normal sized eggs; Biscuit, Bagel, Croissant, Crepe, Muffin, Rye, Pretzel, and the smallest egg; Pita.

We have started a new stage in life. I am now a grandparent at the age of sixteen. Pip and her children are a well hidden secret. A secret, I might add, I will protect with my life.

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I sat on the floor near the eggs. Alex sat on his bed. We where both a bit uneasy. We where secret grandparents. We had skipped the rest of the classes that day to make sure Philip's eggs where okay. Alex insisted on marking all of their sizes, highs, weights, temperatures and colors. Turns out Bagel is a slightly different shade of shining silver then the others. Alex was stressing about it for half an hour.

He is really a adorable when he stresses out. The little cinnamon roll jumped up and down, fidgeted with his hair until it was all tangled together, and even curled up on his bed, crying in happiness and fear for a while. I just sat next to the eggs and glared at them, as he said they should be watched constantly.

I love that guy so much. Praise the holy hedgehogs for him.

"Go to sleep," I told him again from my spot on the floor. 

"No," He said from his bed, he was sitting down and staring at the eggs from further away.

"Its dark outside, and everyone here is sleeping," I said, trying to convince him. 

"No," He simply said, blinking slowly and yawning. 

He didn't get enough sleep already, now its three am and hes still watching the eggs. I was fine sense I sleep fall asleep at nine and wake up at seven, I always have plenty of energy. 

"Go to sleep," I repeated sternly. 

"No," He said again.

 This time when he blinked he kept his eyes closed for a minute, before opening them again and yawning. 

"I'll watch Pip, sleeeeep," I said. 

"Noooo," Alex said. 

I finally gave up and waked over towards him. I lifted up my hands and pushed him on the chest. He fell on his back in his bed, he didn't move, he just stared at the ceiling. I crawled across the bed and then forced his eyes shut. He laughed quietly, weakly trying to get me away. He was obviously too tired for this. He eventually gave up and a minute later he was sound asleep.  

I turned back towards the eggs, still sitting next to Alex. I yawned, watching the eggs for a bit. Pip was curled protectively around all nine of them, hidden in a bundle of blankets that a human could only see if they wen't looking for it. 

I doubt any of the Ravenclaws would dig through the blankets, so I figure they would be safe. Especially with Pip protectively wrapped around them. Nobody survives after angering a mama. 

They'll be fine. I thought, turning towards Alex. I slowly curled up next to him in the bed, and shut my eyes.