Next Generation Year 1

by Edward Haters

After 19 years, Harry's kids go to the new Hogwarts, where a mudblood finds them, confused about everything. But the question is to everyone, Why does she have the Elder wand? How come her parents are Muggles, yet know everything of wizards. Why there is a new evil running around, trying to kill her. Now the next generation has to help save the wizarding world for good.

My first year at Hogwarts starts tomorrow. I will know no one, yet meet everyone. I'm scared. Worried about my magic. What will happen? I've heard of the boy who lived, but I've also heard of "He who shall not be named". Will I live good? Or die evil.

I hear d the train whistle. It was suddenly cold in the station. I watched as girls and boys, old and young, run into a brick wall, between platform 9-10. I jumped when they just passed cleanly through. I knew I had to do this. I looked around, making sure no muggles could see me. Once I saw it was clear, I ran. I walked around and saw him, the boy who lived. He was so much older, his scar was a faint line, in the shape of a lightning bolt. He was talking to a young boy. I am guessing is his son, he was beautiful. He looked just like his father. My mother was friends with some wizards that told her about the wizarding kind. I could watched as the 2 boys climbed abored.

I hurried on the train, rushing to find a cart. "Full."

"Sorry, no room."

"Sorry."

I checked every car. The only car was the very last one. One space. "Hi, all the other cars are full, could I sit with you?" I asked the people. I noticed the 2 sons of Harry Potter. They smiled at me and nodded. A girl with bright red hair looked up at me. She smiled.

"I'm Rose. My parents are THE Ron and Hermione. Ever heard of them? Of course you have. After all they helped the boy who lived save the world."

"I'm sorry, I don't know who they are," I said to the girl, already dressed in her robes. Another girl with fiery locks looked at me with complete shock. "My parents were muggle. Not really the best way to know anything wizardly. Just plain muggles."

She stood up with anger in her eyes. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT?! YOU SHOULD BE PROUD TO SAY YOU ARE MUGGLE BORN! MY MOTHER HELPED DEFEAT VOLDMORT EVEN IF SHE WAS MUGGLE BORN! DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!" she shouted right at me. I was shocked by the anger in her voice.

She sat down breathing heavy. "Sorry, I just get..." She never finished. She just fiddled with her wand.

"Cool wand," I said.

"Thanks. It's core is unicorn hair." I pulled out my wand. It wasn't straight, it was like a twig. I found it in my room one day, it just showed up, I heard my mom say 'It's time to tell her.' That's when I knew I was a witch.

"Is that...?" Rose said. Everyone's eyes got large at me. "It's the elder wand!"

I had a puzzled face. Elder wand? "The most powerful wand in the world."

The boy from the station looked at it. "I thought my father broke it after the war!"

"I just found it in my room once. It just...called me. Like it belonged to me."

The train started to slow down. Everyone got up to put their robes on. After everyone was gone, I lifted my my wand over my head and a shower of silver glitter fell on me, changing me into my clothing. I looked behind me and saw everyone looking at me, robes on.

This is going to be an interesting year for me.