The Second Generation



The Second Generation Chapter 1
Harry sighed. He stared out the window, through the pouring rain, through the dim light. He waited. His wife hadn't come home yet. She was supposed to be there by six o'clock. It was now nine. He sighed again. He turned to the squishy purple armchair that Professor Dumbledore had given him for his wedding. He sank into it deeply. He pulled out the flask of whiskey that he always kept on hand during these times. He drank deeply, letting the excess alcohol run down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand.

The light turned on outside. A small red car pulled into the driveway. A figure got out of the driver's seat and then went around to the passenger side. Two more figures got out. The first figure ran to the door, and the others followed. The door burst open as Harry's wife walked in.

Harry's face broke into a sigh of relief. "Ginny!" he whispered into her ear as he kissed her on the cheek. He looked behind her.

Standing there, in the cold rain, were two figures that Harry was familiar of. The color drained out of his face. He hadn't seen them in years. He stood there, staring at them. It seemed like hours before one of them spoke.

"Hello, Harry."





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