Title: Children of Fate: A Second-Generation Fan Fic

Rating: PG: 13

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling created the Harry Potter universe.

About the story: Basically, it follows Harry's daughter and her generation of peers. Give the story a little bit of your time and you'll witness as romances arise and secrets are revealed.

Other: Constructive criticism would be really great. A 'I like this... and think you could better with this...' would completely make my day.

Prologue

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"My master would like to see the little miss."

The house-elf remained at the door in quiet politeness as the girl's face shifted from confusion to a sort of dumbstruck trance. In no hurry at all, she uncurled her legs and climbed out of the bed, letting the book in her hand drop noiselessly unto the carpeted floor.

"Me, Eppy?" She asked, making sure she had heard right. "He wants to see me? In his room?"

The house-elf nodded; of course, were else could you find the hero nowadays?

He felt a sort of sadness for the girl as she put on her robe and walked through the open door. He knew it was wrong to pity one's master. Pity, his mother had taught him, is for those beneath you. Certainly pitting the young Miss was completely out of the question. Yet, as he followed her through the empty halls and heard the feeble knock on the overpowering oak doors, it was pity that he felt.

"Come in." A voice said from inside.

She turned the knob and with forceful push opened the door that had remained locked from humanity for so many years. "Eppy said you wanted to see me..."

The man, all gray hair and desolated eyes, nodded as he took a look at the little girl in front of him. Young lady, he thought. Almost so. He stared at her for a few seconds, searching for a glimpse of red hair, waiting to catch brown light bouncing of her eyes, anticipating some sort of dimple in at least one of her cheeks but soon gave up disappointed; there was nothing of her in her.

"I got a letter for you today," he said hoarsely and lifted an envelope. "From England."

The girl nodded confused. England sounded like those kinds of lullabies they sing to you as a baby- the ones where you can forget the words but never the melody. She had asked her nanny about it once but the fearful old lady had simply shaken her head the way she did when something was beyond her control, saying that in this house that whole country and everything in it did not exist. "I'll tell you this, my dove," she had added as an after thought, "it's home for us and one day we'll go back to it."

"From Hogwarts, a school for the young wizards and witches such as yourself," he continued, remembering how separated his daughter was from that world and how little she knew of it. "You start September first. If you choose to go, that is. Personally, I see no difference between continuing with your tutor here or going there but your grandparents have... insisted," he finished off, thinking 'insisted' was too mild of a word. "It's your future so I'll leave it up to you. Good night now."

There were still questions on her mind as he finished off with that dismissive tone of his but being in this room was too overwhelming for her, the darkness too suffocating, and his heartless voice too cold. "Good night, father," she said and left the room not giving the man twice the look she would've a stranger.

"Child," her nanny was waiting for her outside the door as soon as she stepped out, "is something wrong? Eppy just told me-"

"Everything is fine, nanny," she replied reassuringly as she they walked side by side back to her room, their steps leaving quiet echos in the grand Russian mansion. "He wanted to know if I wanted to go to school."

"Hogwarts?" she asked.

"Yes."

"And?"

The girl shrugged. "He said there was no difference and between being tutored by you and going so far away, I rather stay here with you."

"None sense," she said, fondly covering one of the girl's hand with both of her plump ones. "There is a difference. You'll have other children there and you need friends, my dear. And your cousins will be attending as well... you have so many of those that you'll never feel lonely. And one of your aunts teaches there. I'll miss you here with me," she added in a matter-of-fact sort of voice, letting her hand go and continuing on their way, "but you'll be better off there.

"You need friends," she repeated this as if it was the most important thing of all. "I promise to stay in touch, of course. I'll write to you as often as I can. In fact, I'll write to you so often you could start a book of letters if you wanted to. Tell you what we're going to do?" The girl nodded. "Tomorrow I'm going to write to your grandmother and ask her if there's any way she can take you to Diagon Alley -oh, dearie, you'll like it there! It'd be better not to pester your father 'bout anything or else he might change his mind 'bout letting you go. Your grandmother misses you so too. She'll want to see you. That's what we're going to do!"

The girl climbed into bed deep in thought. "Did my father go there? To that school in England?"

"Of course. During the times of the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore too! Brilliant man, he was -may God rest his soul."

"And my mother?" she asked slowly. Her mother, like England, didn't exist in this house either.

But her nanny was much too excited to give it much thinking. "Her too."

"Nanny? I think I'll like this place, this Hogwarts."

She blew out the candles and nodded. "I think so too, my dove. I think so too."

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A/N: I know the story might seem a little confusing now but it soon it will explain itself. Thanks for reading and I'll be eagerly awaiting your reviews!