A NEW GENERATION

"BYE MUM! BYE DAD!" cried the young James Potter out the window of the scarlet train, the Hogwarts Express. Harry Potter looked down on his wife and wife and wiped away a tear that was rolling down her cheek. James slowly leaned back in to the compartment he was sharing with his two cousins Fred Weasley and Violet Dursley.

"Hey Clawfoot," Fred said. James whipped his head around.

"Yeah Morte?" James replied.

"Look who's outside," Fred whispered. Both he and Violet glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a tall figure clad in green and silver and a shock of forest green hair with his wand drawn. Slowly, he and his companions stood up to go see what was going on. They slowly crept towards the door when they heard a clamor outside. James rushed over and ripped the train door open. There stood Teddy in all his Slytherin seventh year glory. Teddy turned to face the three 1st years.

Welcome to Hogwarts Jamsie, I hope you are ready for a year of pure pain. Teddy hissed out and turned towards his "beloved" god brother with a curse on his lips, not knowing that the three actually understood his parseltongue. As soon as he spit out the hex, James had a shield up and waiting, making the curse bounce off of it and dissipate, surprising Teddy.

Oh how welcome I feel you Slytherin piece of… James started to hiss out.

James! Don't stoop to his level. Violet soothed before things could go too far. Violet walked past Teddy and over to the small boy that was lying crumpled on the ground a few feet away from Teddy. Quickly she whipped out her wand and levitated them in to their compartment with Fred and James following and throwing deadly glares over their shoulders at a stunned Teddy.

"Enervate," Violet muttered under her breath with her wand pointed at the boy. Almost instantly he groaned and started shifting around on the bench near where he was placed. When his pale, icy eyes flickered open, Violet pounced. "Hi, I'm Violet Dursley, muggle born. I'm in first year and these are my cousins Fred Weasley and James Potter. What's your name?"

"Umm I…I'm Pius Malfoy, Halfblood. Wh…what happened?" He still looked kind of dazed.

"You got hexed by Teddy Lupin, a slytherin sixth year. He's my god brother and a complete git. By the way what did you do to make him so angry?"

"Well…he came in to the compartment I was in and started asking me questions like my name. He became really happy that I was a," he shuttered "a Malfoy. When he asked if I wanted to be in Slytherin, I said that I hoped to be in Gryffindor but would probably be in Hufflepuff. He got really angry at that and started hexing me. I passed out after he started speaking in that accent."

"That…that wasn't an accent. That was parseltongue. We all speak it and apparently so do you. My cousin Teddy was put into Slytherin because of it. He turned on all of us who wanted to get in to Gryffindor, not that my parents know."

"I hardly remember how he used to be," Suddenly the door slammed open to reveal an angry Teddy Lupin and three goons in Slytherin gear behind him.

"Ahh if it isn't the wannabes, the mudblood and the traitor all together, isn't this a right sight we got here boys. What do you think we should do to them, the bloody barron or the simpering snake? Personally I'd go for the snake."

The three hardly glanced at each other while the newest Malfoy started shaking in anger or fear. After what could only be described as drawn out, James got up and turned toward Teddy and Violet and Fred followed his lead by flanking him on his left and right respectively. Slowly Malfoy got up too and stood next to Fred all three drew their wands.

"Dear Teddy, to what do I owe the honor?" James drawled out. Teddy glowered at them. "What do you think Morte, Flick, switch or mummy?"

"Well Clawfoot, I was actually thinking of falling angel but I like mummy for this job." Violet replied with a nodding Fred, all the while Malfoy looking confused.

"Mummy it is." James nodded. Teddy started to get angry and was about to jinx them when it happened. Everything happened so fast, but it ended in four boys upside down and bound so that they couldn't move except for their heads and a sleek panther with growling at them and a cheetah prowling around them, making the four slytherins freak out. James stood watching Fred the panther and Violet the Cheetah scaring the others out of their wits. Malfoy just stood staring at the lot, wondering how they could be first years. "Off you go now boys," James flicked his wand making the boys fly out the door while the panther whined, disappointed. With two soft pops, Fred and Violet were back.

"How are you guys first years? I mean you're doing spells and are animagusses. I mean seriously, how did you guys do it?"

"Well, my dad and my uncle are aurors so they got permission for us to start training in wizardry early, in all aspects. That was kind of a loop hole because not only did that mean charms, potions and transfiguration but also animagi, not that the ministry knew that." James smirked. He may only be 11, but he, his siblings, and his cousins knew more than most 7th years.

"Sorry to ask…but aren't you muggle born?" Malfoy asked Violet.

"Yeah but my grandmum is the sister of Jamse's grandmum. My dad asked for his dad's help when I started doing accidental magic. Ever since, our families have been good friends. Our younger brother's are inseparable as are our younger sisters. Sorry to ask, but aren't you a Malfoy?" Violet replied.

"Umm… yeah I was wondering why you didn't throw me out of your compartment when I said I was a Malfoy."

"Well when anyone who gets on Teddy's badside…" James trailed off.

"Is on our good side. But did he say…" Fred picked up.

"That you were a halfblood…"

"And didn't want to be in Slytherin?" Violet just rolled her eyes at their antics.

"Well yeah, my dad…he changed a lot, fell in love with a muggle and all. Had quite a shock when she found out. My mum still loves me. Although, Granda wasn't too pleased with him." Suddenly the compartment's doors opened.

" Well 'ello deear cuzins. I ope you ad a gud train ride. We vill be arriving soon, so go get your obes on. Oh! And oo are you dear one?" Victoire asked, noticing poor little Pius Malfoy all bruised.

"This is Pius Malfoy, Vicky," James supplied, "And this is another cousin Victoire." He said turning to Malfoy.

"Please, all of you, call me Drake, it's my middle name. I absolutely HATE Pius." They all nodded.

"Oh and Vicky?" James said. "Drop the accent, your British, you've lived here your whole life. It's so fake."

"Fine James." Vicky sighed, plopping down next to her cousin. "It was getting too hard to not laugh when all the other children heard me. They all thought that I should be at Beauxbaton. Which I scoff at by the way. Well I'll see you later, I gotta tell ze ozer firs yearz zat we are arriving soon." She giggled, slipping in to her mother's accent. They all waved her off, then kicked Violet out so that the three boys could change. Once they did, Violet came back in, being trailed by some of their other cousins.

"Drake, this is Molly, Angie, Louis, Leah, Mark, and Roxanne. All first years." All were in their Hogwarts' robes. Soon enough the train pulled in to the station and and the ten of them poured out onto the asphalt of the platform.

"Firs' years over 'ere!" bellowed a voice.

"HAGRID!" nine kids yelled and ran over to the half-giant, almost tackling him. Drake and the rest of the first-years trailed them. After a moment or too of chatting, Hagrid lead them over to the boats. When they caught sight of the castle, the only noise that could be heard was gasps. The dark blue night sparked against the water. The castle on a cliff was lit up, each window adding its own charm. Words could not describe the brilliance of it all. Hagrid lead the group in to a cave and up a slippery staircase to a brilliant copper door, standing out from the stone that held it. Waiting for the group up top was a stern looking professor. Her mouth was in a thin line. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. Her eyes, they were a contrast to the rest of her, showing mirth and kindess. A few red tendrils of hair had escaped her bun… wait…red hair… laughing eyes…then it clicked.

"MUM!" James shouted running up the rest of the stairs, followed by a chorus of "Aunt Ginnys" and eight more footsteps up the crumbling stairs. Ginny embraced her eldest child and her nieces and nephews in turn.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Ginny announced once she subdued her large family. "You will be sorted in to your houses in a moment, after I lead you in. Your house will be like your family. Or in some cases, is your family" she smirked, looking pointedly at James. "Treat it as such. Now follow me." The mostly trembling first years followed quietly after Ginny. Once outside the great doors, she stopped. "Form a two lines. James in front as there is an odd number." After the hustle for a good spot, James was in front, with Fred and Violet behind and the rest of his family behind them.

Ginny stood in front of her son, looking regal, in all her fiery glory. She took her wand out of her sleeve, turned to wink at her son, who, knowing his mother took out his wand, as did the rest of his cousins. With a quick flick, the doors banged open, making all inside jump out of their seats. Ginny started marching in with the first years following. Suddenly, James flicked his wand and muttered an incantation, creating a fiery Chinese dragon above all of them. Moving his body, he flexed around with the dragon making it move this way and that. Knowing that Violet was ready, James passed the dragon off to her, conjuring up another. Together, they moved the dragons in sync over all the house tables and the staff table, much to the amusement of their relatives. Behind them Fred was lighting fireworks with his wand and threw them high in to the air. The Fire Dragons caught them in their mouths and seconds later exploded and words formed above the school and bits of fire rained down on everyone.

THE MARAUDERS ARE BACK!

THE NEWEST GENERATION!

BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID!

Up at the head table the Headmistress, McGonagall, shuttered at the thought of having them here once again. Getting her bearings, she stood up. "Yes thank you James Potter, Fred Weasley and Violet Dursley for that…wonderful display. Now for the sorting, bring out the hat please Mr. Filch." Slowly, the old caretaker brought out an old raggedy hat and a tripod and set it in front of the headmistress. "When I call your name, you will come up to be sorted. Anderson, Belle."

The hat sat for a moment on her head and she became the first hufflepuff. Slowly, they made their way down to the D's. "Dursley, Violet" was soon called. The hat was placed on her head and she was plunged in to darkness.

Ahhh a voice said inside her head A great mind really. And related to the Potters. Not a big surprise there. You are a loyal friend and you love to learn, qualities that are cherished be Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. But no you have too much courage and bravery for that, no you should be in "GRYFFINDOR" the table broke out in to cheers as she was the first Gryffindor of the year, surprisingly. She sat down to pats on the back by her fellow Gryffindors. She began to zone again until they hit the M's. Drake was called.

The hat was barely on his head when it started to say something, but quickly stopped.

Ahh another Malfoy. You shall be in "Sl…"

"Wait did you actually look in my mind or just that I'm a Malfoy.

Well…fine lets have a look yes? Lots of cunning, but whats this? You are friends with a Potter, and you are loyal. But you are also brave and true to yourself, as many are not. Now that I take a look you really are a "Gryffindor!" the hat bellowed. The hall was silent until someone started clapping behind him and slowly everyone started clapping too. Quickly, he made his way down to Violet who clapped his shoulder. Slowly the hall went back to the normal volume until "Potter, James" was called. You could hear a pin drop.

Well, well another Potter with black hair and green eyes. You are exactly like your grandfather, I see cunning and brilliant. You also have your mother's temper and father's wit. A good combo, I believe. What's this? You are a LION animagus? A true Gryffindor you are, as you shall be a "Gryffindor!" The Gryffindor table exploded with cheers for their newest member. He made his way down to the table with a new bounce in his step. They all zoned until one last name was called. With rapt attention, they watched Fred swagger up to the hat, put it on his head for maybe a millasec before it called out "Gryffindor" once again.

In the end, the rest of the Weasley's were placed in Gryffindor, to no one's surprise. At the end of the feast, Victoire lead the first year Gryffindors, most of whom she was relayed to, up to the common room. When they entered, they all gasped at the beautiful common room, all red and gold. After being directed up to their dorms, they all fell asleep almost instantly.

A.N. now this could go either way, become a series, or end here. You tell me. Love it? Hate it? Cupcakes for reviwers!