Authors Note: Before you read, I will have to let you know that I have taken liberties with the ages of the Next Generation of children. So do not be surprised for some inconsistencies when it regards to their ages, when they were born, and their years.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

It was a cold October Day in London, the sun shined bright however the air was as sharp and cold as a knife against a cold kitchen counter. At King's Cross Station, in platform nine-and-three-quarters, wizarding parents and children alike all gathered once again for another year of Hogwarts learning for the young Wizards and witches of the world. Friends reunited at the platform next to the steaming large train that would take every single student to their destination, Hogwarts castle.

While just a dozen years away, it seemed like so long ago that there was a war for the fate of the world against a dark lord, in which the-boy-who-lived, Harry Potter, and his friends all banded together to fight against the dark magic of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was a bloody battle, many lives were lost, the castle stood in near ruins, but the renewed sense of peace with each other led to Hogwarts being rebuilt and for the tradition of having the children become the next generation of bright wizards and witches.

Entering the first year's platform was eleven-year-old Jordan Westfield. He was tall for his age, maybe by a few inches. His build was also rather bigger, thick arms and a bit of a round belly, a large brown afro that followed light mocha skin common of a mixed-race boy between a white man and a black woman. He was quiet, paying attention to himself and his footsteps. He held the hand of his mother, another ode to how big the boy was for his age, he reached his mother's neck at only eleven. His mother, Viola Westfield was a slim black woman, her hair worn in natural curls. Her neck was perfectly poised, the face of a woman who was strong and protective of her child. She was a very beautiful woman.

Next to them was Jordan's older brother, who could be confused for an older version of him. His name was Korey, full name however, was Kornelius. He, instead of shy and quiet, was also a handsome boy with a confident grin on his face as they walked. His older brother was about fourteen years old and ready to start his fourth year at Hogwarts. Even at thirteen the boy had a bit of a defined jawline, and you could tell that as he grew up he would grow more and more handsome. Korey would have friends greet him on their way to the train and comment on how much his little brother looked like him and such. As they reached the carts past the crowds of people outside, little Jordan looked at the ground as he put his hands in his front hoodie pocket.

"Boys." Viola said, looking at her sons with a smile. "Korey, remember what I told you, no funny business, unlike last year, if you bring me ONE bad mark I'll personally talk to Professor McGonagall about having you not play Quidditch until you're forty years old." Viola Westfield was an American Wizard, used to the schooling system of Ilvermorny School of Magic, as well as having an American accent, something that her children both inherited seeing as they spent their first years of life in the United States. However, her job as a politician in the Wizarding community led her to the British Ministry of Magic where she became a highly regarded member of Wizengamot.

She would look from her oldest son to her youngest, smiling at the round-faced boy, using her hand to caress his cheeks. "Take care of your brother." She said back to Korey before talking to Jordan directly. "It's going to be so strange not having you stick around with me at the house." She said with a sentimental chuckle. "I love you both."
"I love you too, mom." They both responded in unison as they each gave her a respective hug. With some final goodbyes, the two boys carried their trunks onto the train. Jordan began to follow his brother, who took lead.
As they walked, Jordan took the time to look at his things. His trunk full of his clothes and his newly purchased Hogwarts robes as well as his text books and materials. On the strap between his belt and his baggy jeans was the wand he received from Mr. Olivander the day prior. An ebony wood wand with a phoenix feather, something Jordan had been told was not as common. However, his brother had been a holder of a phoenix feather.
"Kinda weird how we got the same wand, huh?" Jordan commented to his brother.
"Dad had the same wand." Said Korey as he looked back for a moment, turning forwards as if he were looking for someone.

"Did he really?" Jordan asked. Jordan hadn't known much about his father, the man had died before the young boy had ever even been born, during the Wizarding war. Korey had been a child.
"Mom didn't tell you?" The older brother glanced back for a moment with an eyebrow raised, slightly surprised.
"No…" Jordan said, not having realized the depth of the situation. "Why wouldn't she tell me that?"
Korey stopped for a moment, looking back at his brother, thinking about it. "Maybe she just didn't to bring it up." He shrugged.
"Korey!" They heard a voice up the Hogwarts Express corridors. There was a girl accompanied by others. The girl had a bright beautiful smile, dark black skin, and her curls out in two different buns on her head. She was about the age of Korey and the minute the two saw each other they ran into each other's arms, planting a big old kiss on each other.
"Disgusting." Another boy chimed in, a grin on his face however showed that he wasn't as disgusted, rather happy. This boy was also taller than his friends and slightly skinny, he had very noticeable blue colored hair. His face had quite the defined jawline, almost seeming nymph like.
"Oh, shut it, Teddy." Said the girl.
"You know you love me, Patti." He replied with a chuckle. The boy then put his arm around a blonde girl who also joined them. "Don't lie to him, his head will get bigger than it already is." She said with a chuckle.
"Don't worry, Victorie, I wouldn't dream of it." She replied, head still in Korey's chest.
"At least my head isn't as the twins over here." The boy known as Teddy pointed at the two remaining boys in the group, two around the same age, looking almost nearly identical, aside from the one having blue eyes and the other having green.

The blonde girl known as Victoire exited the embrace of Teddy as she walked over to embrace Jordan's older brother before looking over at Jordan. "Who's this little guy?" She asked, parting from Korey and walking towards the young boy.
Jordan's eyes widened, he hadn't noticed but the girl was beautiful. Her eyes were almost enchanting, and it left the eleven-year-old boy dumbfounded. He didn't respond, but the boy named Teddy did.
"You haven't met Jordan, yet, have you?" He replied. Jordan knew a few of these kids, the girl that hugged Korey and kissed him was the older brother's girlfriend, Patrice Leveau, nicknamed Patti, and descendant of witch Marie Leveau. Like all the children in the group, they were all fourteen and part of Korey's friend group. Patti was one, Teddy Lupin was the other. Both of his parents had died in the Wizarding world; however, he was Godson to the famed Harry Potter. He knew both Patti and Teddy, they'd been over at their home a few times, he'd never met the twins or the blonde girl.

The blonde girl was Victoire Weasley and the twins were Lysander and Lorcan Scamander, grandchildren to the writer of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them, Newt Scamander.
"Oh, you're Jordan?!" She said with a bright smile. "You are about the cutest thing I've ever seen!" She hugged him, which had he been a paler shade would have made him blush bright red. She seemed as if she wanted to say something but then had an epiphany. "Oh! My little sister's starting her first year too! She's in the First year's compartment with Teddy's Godbrother, you should meet them!" She said.
"Victoire, stop trying to set my brother up, he just got here." Korey chuckled, looking at Jordan. The two brothers were close, it wasn't always a positive relationship between the two but they loved each other more than anyone in the world, and even if they were mad at each other, Korey would always look out for the young boy.
"I'm not trying to set him up, you prick." She replied with an eye roll. "He's a First year, what better time to make new friends?"
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes before looking at Jordan, who was looking excited at the prospect of making his first Hogwarts friends.
"Jay, I'll catch you during the ceremony, alright." Korey said to Jordan. "Victoire, Teddy, and I'll save a seat for you on the Gryffindor table."
"Wait a minute now, I can see Jordan being a Hufflepuff." Patti said with a fake joking offended scoff. She looked over and winked at the first year. "Wouldn't you like that?"
Once again, Jordan was left almost speechless. "I… Uh-"
"Well he doesn't sound like a Ravenclaw, I'll tell you that." Lysander teased with a cocky grin.
"You wanna repeat that, Sander?" Korey turned around. "I know you better not be implying my brother's dumb."
Lysander put his hands up in defense. "Yet people seemed to be surprised the twin who's a Slytherin isn't the mean one." Lorcan chimed in with a chuckle. As they began to bicker among themselves, Jordan took the chance to move towards the first-year cabins, walking a few train cars as he heard the goodbyes of friends and families until he made it to a cart that contained the people that had been described to him.

In the cart sat a girl and a boy, both Jordan's age. The girl was smaller than the two boys, she had bright red hair, yet skin as olive as her sister Victoire. The other boy was also pale, he had shaggy black hair and a strong smile on his face.
Jordan knocked on the door and then opened the door to the compartment. The two kids stared at him in confusion for a moment.
"Who the hell are you?" The boy asked with an eyebrow raised.
Jordan was unprepared for the question. "I'm Jordan… Uh, I'm-"
"That accent! You're Korey's brother!" The girl said. "He's been at our house loads of times! I'm Dominique." She smiled at him.
"Yeah." Jordan said, slightly uneasy.
"Come sit." She smiled, patting the seat next to him. She seemed to have that same enchanting feeling to her that her sister did. Jordan did as he was told, albeit a bit nervously. Jordan wasn't used to meeting new people or making friends. Honestly, most of his life, his friend had been his older brother, and even that didn't always work out so well.
"What's your name?" He looked over at the other boy.
"None of your business, that's what." The boy said, almost looking disgusted at the fact that Jordan was here, which made his back stand up straight. But almost immediately the boy smiled and laughed. "I'm just havin' a giggle, mate. I'm James. James Potter."
"Potter? As in-"
"Yes, as in THAT Potter." James chuckled. "I can't wait to have to answer that question all this year." For the son of a famous wizard, perhaps one of the most famous wizards of all time, but the boy seemed like just another run of the mill kid about to start his first year at Hogwarts.
"I wonder why your brother's been hiding you from us all this time." Said Dominique, sizing Jordan up as she looked at him.
The boy returned with a shrug, however. "I think he likes to keep us separate." He would never admit it, but it did sting. His brother and him did not spend time anymore, someone he had looked up to all his life, someone he still looked up to. He seemed to have no interest in his younger sibling, but maybe it was all a part of growing up.
"Do you know anyone?" The redheaded girl asked him.
He took a moment to pause and then shook his head. "Not in the Wizarding world, at least… I grew up in Northern Spain at my father's old family house, a small town… I had a couple friends but that's about it."
"You grew up around muggles? What was that like?" Dominique asked. "James and his family live around Muggles too, but their house is charmed."
Jordan looked over at James, who seemed uninterested in the conversation, opting to lie down on the seat and close his eyes.
Jordan chuckled a little bit. "We tend to call them No-Maj's."
"That's proper ugly." Replied Dominique. The two looked at each other for a moment and laughed.
"I agree." Jordan said before shrugging. "They just think we go to an English boarding school during the year. My father's family are No-Maj-" He caught himself, "Muggles. But they know about magic… How about you?"
"Well, James and I have a big family." She replied. "I grew up in the Shell Cottage with my parents, and my two siblings, you met Victoire, who is the oldest cousin, and my little brother Louis is coming next year."
"How big is your family?"
"Well, I have loads of aunts and uncles. There's James' parents, Uncle Harry and Ginny. James is their oldest, Albus will be coming next year with Louis, and when we're fourth years Lily will be coming in. There's my uncle Percy and his wife Audrey, he has Molly, who is starting her second year, and Lucy, who is going to start next year. My uncle George has Fred who is starting with us, and Roxanne who is coming next year. Then finally, Uncle Ron and Hermione have Rose, who is coming in next year and Hugo who is coming with Lily."
"You must never get lonely with that big of a family." Jordan joked.
"It's honestly nice having so many people have your back." Dominique nodded. "As much a pain as they can be, I love them all."
"She says like she's not the biggest pain out of all of us." James said, his eyes finally opening. As he said, they began to feel the train start to exit the station, which made Jordan's heart thud with excitement.

As it did, the door to their compartment opened as another mixed raced boy, a bit skinnier and shorter than Jordan, his hair having more defined curls as well, in a slight flat top style. He looked at Jordan seemed slightly surprised, a surprise that Jordan shared. Obviously, with both of their sense of humor, they were looking at each other wondering why they looked so much alike. James opened his eyes, finally, and smiled at the boy, who had two others following him. The one right behind him was a large dark-skinned black boy, to the point where one could even question if he truly was a first year, being physically intimidating, however the smile on his face said differently. The last boy behind both the others was a rather small looking and short brown-haired asian kid, he looked his age, the round babyface possibly made him look even younger.

"Took you so long, Fred?" Asked James, raising an eyebrow.
"Met these two blokes, seemed like good people." The first boy replied. Jordan then realized that the mixed-race boy was another Weasley. "This one behind me is French and the other one is from Newcastle of all places."
"I'm from the Congo, actually." The boy said, a bit of an accent coming from him, but still understood rather perfectly. He looked at the others. "My name is Evander Akili, please to meet you."
They then all turned to the small boy, who seemed nervous. "I'm… Martin Saptree." He replied, his voice low.
"Our good buddy Scorpious was picking on the little one and Evan here lifted him by his collar, mate, when I tell you the boy pissed his pants, I've never seen so much fear in my life." Began to say Fred in between laughs. "Decided they could both use friends, so I brought them by to meet my cousins." He would then turn and look at Jordan. "But it seems they replaced me with another light-skin."
Jordan and Evander would laugh, the other three not necessarily understanding the joke. "I'm Jordan."
"He's Korey's brother." Dominique said.
"Oh, really?" Said Fred, immediately interested. "Well if you're anything like your brother we'll get along marvelously." He would step inside, pushing James so that he would make room. James would reluctantly oblige him, and then he and Evander would sit there. Dominique would smile at Martin and usher him to sit next to Jordan on their side. "This looks like a good diverse cast of friends, I like it." Fred nodded in approval.
"Are you obsessed with making our lives a TV show?" James muttered.
"Please, Potter, quit acting like you aren't waiting on your call to adventure." Teased the redheaded girl. "And I mean, who knows what's waiting for us this year? I'm excited."
As the six friends began to discuss what they hoped their first year in the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry would be like, passionately sharing their dreams and bonding, Jordan looked over to see a girl walking down the corridors of the Hogwarts express. She looked like a first year, but her facial expression made Jordan shudder. Small and olive skinned with raven black hair and bright green eyes. She looked directly at him, a face of despair as she stared him down. Jordan got the feeling of fear from her… Whoever she was…

She was afraid of him.