Hey, my second story! Fans of Judgement (the handful of you guys) please don't be upset. I'll start writing that as soon as I get some fresh ideas. Meanwhile, please read this and tell me what you think. R n R. (Read n Review, that is. Not Rock n Roll. Just checking.)

Mr. and Mrs. Potter were very nice people. Run of the mill people who go to various mundane offices for work and lead a normal, if boring, life. The Potter's had a son named Harry. Harry was 19 years old.

However, one thing separated the Potter's from other people. Something so secret and so powerful, that it could destroy the world. The Potters were wizards. However, let not this earth-shattering secret traumatize you. The things I speak of are things of the past. Why disturb its ghosts now? Rather, let us continue with are narrative.

The Potters, like all adoring parents, lavished their love on their two children, Harry and Aditya. Mrs. Potter was not at all pleased with the name 'Aditya', but agreed to her husband's demand of a 'global family', whatever that meant. Mrs. Potter now treats the name with good grace. Mr. Potter was prone to fits of childishness and one can only presume that he named his younger son during one of these so called 'fits'.

Young Harry, as was the norm, received his letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry, however, broke one of his family's unspoken rules by joining a boarding school in the United States of America. He had, as was required, already taken an entrance examination and secured a good position. He fought long and hard with his parents for their consent (which was mandatory) which they gave reluctantly. Having given him up as a bad job, they turned to their other son and lavished all their love and attention on him.

However, like any good set of parents will, they had brushed aside their misgivings and tried to help him as well as they could. They had started giving him pocket money so that he could appreciate the value of money and learn to economize. They had also helped him by giving him pep talks. Though they still hadn't forgiven him, they never let him know about what they thought was his betrayal.

A few months passed, and Harry set off for America. He dutifully sent his family at least three letters a week, a habit he kept until the end of the second year. By the third year, the number of letters had whittled down to two. By the first quarter of the fourth year, it became one. At the beginning of the fifth year, he had stopped writing altogether, except perhaps a letter a month or so.

His parents had responded to him in kind. Like all good parents should, they too had written to him at least thrice a week. Sometimes Mrs. Potter would write, sometimes Mr. Potter and sometimes they would both write together. When they noticed that Harry was starting to fall in with his own, that is, other teenagers, they had tactfully withdrawn, occasionally writing a letter to enquire about his well being.

Like his letters, Harry's style of visiting his parents too had seen a sharp decline. In his first year, Harry had begged his parents to allow him to come home for Christmas. The same had happened in the second year. By third year, it was just the summer vacations. By fifth, he had stopped coming home altogether. At first his parents had been worried, but a couple of letters had set their minds at ease.

Mr. Potter hummed as he put on his best suit. While he was dressing, his wife crept out of their dressing room, looking ravishing, or so she thought. While her husband eyed her appreciatively, she exited the bedroom at top speed and bade her husband to do the same.

"Get in the car, James. Oh and Aditya, stop skulking about, son. Get in the car, no time for breakfast." She groaned and said " Why don't we prepare a plan for this kind of stuff before hand? Save us a lot of trouble."

While she was muttering darkly another set of people joined the three. All of them had fiery red hair and were talking loudly about things like 'quidditch and 'Hogwarts', oblivious to the people around them. A small and round woman, with a motherly face and also with red hair detached herself from the group and went to meet the Potters. Aditya and the other children kept their distance.

The woman and the Potters exchanged a few words and then left in their cars for the Heathrow Airport.

Why, you ask? Obviously it was because they were expecting somebody. Who were they expecting? A certain Harry Potter…

A cliffhanger.... errrr sort of. A bit short, but its only the intro.