A mysterious tragedy designed to magically cause an unknown amount of children ranging from 11 to 12 years to disappear. Many all over the world now don't bother to interfere with what they now call 'The Cursed', calling the reoccurring incident a natural state of order.

"It is inevitable-"

"Unfortunate-"

"So sad, so disastro-"

"But we all give our omens to those families that have lost their children in such a tragedy. Our prayers go out to you. Our sorrow go out to you. We hope that God will give you enough kindness to grant you another child. May God bless you."

"May God bless? God? Arthur, I can't deal with this anymore. No one goes near us anymore, countless towns kicking us out for our unluckiness. I can't- six children now! I thought, as least Ron-" She stopped talking with a gasp and swallowed her sob back. Her hands trembled with fear, anger, despair. Her throat hoarse from continuous crying, screaming flying accusations over the phone, yelling at her husband, denying it all, trying to forget it all. Molly's face was a mess; snot was dripping from her nose, her face smeared with tears, her eyes red from sleepiness.

"We have one more left," Arthur reassured. His face was bright with hope, but inside his stomach was churning with grief. After all these years Molly still convinced him, after each one had vanished, to keep having more and more and more. She gave him a loving smile and kissed him on the cheek as they lied on the bed, ready for another. Molly was his love, his life, he would do anything for her. She was much stronger than him, crying for each one that disappeared but then after a month of sadness smiling again with hope that the next one would be lucky.

After Percy disappeared, she broke. Percy was the most promising one after all, his words of intelligence and top marks bringing a look of pride to Molly's face when other mothers jealously gossip about his undeniable talent. She was certain, Arthur could tell, that a child this smart wouldn't disappear.

He did. "At least we have Ron and Ginny!" He would constantly remind Molly. They had two children left, and they would protect them for as long as they could. Arthur finally got a decent job in the Ministry and they moved to a deserted area in a rundown house. Ginny loved the place while Ron cried out in fright of spiders.

They could start all over again. A new life, a new family. It could work.

"He's gone, he's gone because of me! It's because I didn't protect them! I have magic, so why couldn't I?" He wished he was stronger, Arthur thought with all hope vanishing from his heart as he listened to his wife's crazy rambling. He wished that he could turn back time and stop Molly from ever having another one of those cursed children. He wished...

Outside Ginny was seen running laps around the house, her voice of panic heard from inside.

"Ron, Ron, where are you? Come out stupid, sorry for that spider prank. Ron?" She was, in all factors, a tomboy, and even more boyish than the easily scared Ron. Wearing blue jeans and an unclean shirt despite the countless dresses that Molly bought for her, she was never near a girl her age. It was probably because of their sudden move to this new house; Ginny only being seven when they moved. Arthur looked at her, and in most cases in love, now in anger. She was another born from Molly's womb, another which would bring havoc and tears to Molly's heart. She was a cursed child.

"Molly, sweetheart. About Ginny..."

It was a normal, boring day for Harry. As usual.

After he finished giving breakfast to the family, Vernon left the house with a spit or two of how disgusting the food he just consumed was before giving a big, smothering kiss to his wife's cheek and ruffling Dudley's already messy hair. Petunia guided Dudley out of the door promising him packets of chocolate to convince the fat boy to go to school. She then headed back, gave Harry a list of what to do, shouted at him to get started and stop being lazy, and then headed out to go gambling or spy on the neighbors. Harry then headed outside to plant the newly bought roses that prickled his small fingers, blood pouring out as he winced, but continued doing the job. "No bandages for freaks," Petunia berated into his head last time her got injured, "Stop whinging!" The day was as usual; boring, normal, the kind that the Dursleys loved.

Then he vanished. Literally vanished. Gone out of thin air, just disappeared! It was funny, Harry humored, that the Dursleys joke, or better worded wish, that Harry would become 'The Cursed' came true. They would be jumping up and down, then yelling because of all the blood that stained the white roses that he had tried to plant.

"Oh well," he laughed out loud, "They're gone! I'm gone! I'll never see them again!" He was on a train to somewhere, maybe nowhere, but it was away from them. The Cursed was a mystery. No one knew where the cursed actually went, but it was a tradition to go to a specified place, protected by the government, where many parents planted gravestones of their children and placed flowers there. The parents were fortunately given support from the government but the trauma of losing a child prevents most from having another one. In result, the population was slowly decreasing, but only in Britain, now the most unpopular country in the world. Harry heard that on the news last year before Petunia turned it off with a sneer telling Vernon with glee on her face that God was finally getting rid of all freaks in the world.

The Dursleys were probably hoping that Harry would be sent somewhere dreadful and nightmarish, but this was a new start. He would meet freaks like him, and he would make friends with people like him. He would be loved and would have a new life. He would be with people he understood him. Harry couldn't wait.

He walked a bit more down the marron colored corridor before entering an empty carriage. Despite his high hopes of starting anew, he was still shy. Just a second after sitting down, the door opened wide with a bang as Harry turned in surprise.

"Hey!"

"So you're the one who went all crazy and freaked everyone out. How-"

"Funny! Good joke you had there! Acting-"

"All happy." Standing in the carriage were twins that looked exactly the same from head to toe. They had red hair and matching uniforms, the exact same that Harry had next to him in a neat pile. However, their uniforms had a red outline on the hood of the cloak, and a symbol of a lion imprinted on the front. Their smiles were identical to a Cheshire cat, which when first watching, or peeking out of his cupboard, Alice In Wonderland gave him nightmares. The smile was unnatural on the cat but gave a mischievous vibe to the two.

"Do you know where we're going then," he asked with all politeness, "I'm new." It nerved him that the two found that being happy was all an act. Were they really going to hell then? Were the Dursleys right?

"We're going to the brilliant and amazing Hogwarts! A mystery-"

"Among many!" the boys replied with amusement. They were obviously fake, going by the dark shadow in their eyes.

"A school where you-"

"Learn magic. Only taught by-"

"The best. The twist is-"

"To survive." Silence. Survive, as in try to live? A school of magic in all logic should have shocked Harry, but it really didn't. Turning his useless teacher's hair to blue, shrinking clothes so they could fit him, healing his wounds faster than he should be able to were red lights flashing right there. The Dursleys calling him a freak gave Harry all he needed to know. He was special, and they were jealous.

What really troubled him was the twin's serious tone. To survive? What could that possibly-

"Well, enough of-"

"That! I'm Fred and he's-"

"George. Fred and George Weasley. Or-"

"George and Fred. Who knows? How 'bout you?" The change of subject disappointed the black haired boy, as he was buzzing with curiosity. He wanted to know. He wanted to find out.

"My name is Harry."

"Just Harry?"

"Just Harry." He didn't know his last name, Petunia always referring to his parents as drunk idiots who got themselves into a car accident that ended their lives. He wasn't sure he wanted to know his last name, or his parents, in fear of being disappointed.

"So Harry, know any-"

"Tricks?" The door slammed open as the three jumped up, a scary figure appearing within the dust that the wind picked up. It was a she with beautiful mocha colored skin, her black hair knotted with beads and tucked behind her ear which was decorated with a diamond shaped earring.

"What are you two idiots doing?" she reprimanded, "We were looking for you! Lee said you two went off to cause mischief again." She glared at the two as they withered pathetically and then turned to Harry with a confused look. She then smiled gently and bent down. "And who are you?"

"Harry."

"Just Harry?"

Just Harry." She observed him as Harry embarrassingly looked down. The girl smiled sadly as she clutched Harry's hands desperately as if they were to disappear any second.

"Another one," she muttered sorrowfully, "Dragged into this mess of a school." Looking at Harry's bemused face she laughed and ruffled his hair. "By the way, I'm Angelina Johnson. Call me Angel."

George, or Fred, sighed. "I told you that no one would call you Angel. It doesn't suit you- Joe does!" The two burst into laughter as they continued with red cheeks, "Joe, Joe!"

She growled in frustration. "It's because of you two! I came up with the most brilliant nickname, and then Idiot 1 and Idiot 2 decided that Joe was a better one. Ugh, this life long grudge will never end!" She berated the two who were still jumping up and down and hit the two in the head in anger. Harry watched their antics in envy. So this was how friends was. Playful, happy and laughing. This was what he was aiming for.

"Angel. Can you tell me more about the school?" She stopped hitting the two and turned around with a smile on her face and nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes yes! Aw, why can't Idiot 1 and Idiot 2 be like you? Cute, small, and quiet!"

"Joe don't hurt-"

"Our feeli-"

"So," Angel interrupted, while the two ignored twins sulked in a corner, "Hogwarts is a Magic School, arguably the greatest. You're Muggleborn aren't you?"

"Muggleborn?"

"Raised by people with no magic. They're called muggles." Even though it probably wasn't meant to sound like that, Harry couldn't help but think that the term sounded rightfully demeaning. Muggles were monstrous beasts after all, jealous and powerless.

"Yes, I'm probably a Muggleborn."

"Okay, well, you probably never heard of Hogwarts before. Many in the Wizarding World call it the best of the best, but believe that Hogwarts is no more."

"Wait, what?" No more? Than what was going on?

"After the sudden death of Armando Dippet, headmaster of Hogwarts, they believed that Hogwarts had closed down. It was announced publicly by Potions Master Horace Slughorn and all the students returned home to be sent to some other school while most Professors were reported as gone missing. It was a mystery and still is- no one knows how Dippet died, including the Professors that worked there."

"Then where are we going?"

"Every year-"

No. No it can't be.

"An uncertain amount of children disappear from the Wizarding World."

They're different. We're different. Wizards and witches are better than Muggles!

"Aged from 11 to 12 years, no one knows where they go. Parents grieve for their lost children, and the Ministry carelessly say meaningless words of sorry. This World lives under an umbrella of caution and worry, sheltered from the sun of hope."

Then why-

"These children go to Hogwarts. And are never seen again."

Is both Muggles and Wizards living under the exact same conditions?

"Sorry Harry. You're a cursed child now." And just like the Ministry, the words felt void and meaningless.

"Why is being a cursed child so bad?" he asked desperately.

"Harry," Angel replied, eyes widening, "What do you mean? They are separated from their families, never to see them again. Locked up in Hogwarts, like, like-"

"But it isn't so bad, is it? Learning magic from the best school in the world, being with friends. What's so bad about it?" He was going delusional, hands shaking.

"What are you saying you crazy, ugh!" One of the twins yelled back, touching Angel's shoulder in support. "We leave our families behind, and we, we-"

"Hogwarts is the most ideal place!" Harry yelled, his eyes tearing up, "The person who brought all these children together is a genius!"

"WE-"

"STOP!" Angel interrupted one of the twins whose face was red in anger, "Let him find out himself. Don't be harsh with him." She ruffled Harry's hair and gave him a hug, which Harry flinched from. "There, there. Calm down, don't get upset. I'm sorry." She gave another smile as her hair tickled Harry's neck as he tried to contain it but laughed.

"Gone crazy hasn't he?" commented George, who was still red faced.

"Yeah," replied Fred. Ignoring the two, Harry turned his face upwards to Angel.

"Your hair tickled me. That's all." Angel laughed and twisted her knotted hair in her fingers. Just when she was about to reply, the door opened once again.

"You better get dressed," the curly, brown haired girl said hurriedly, "We're nearly- oh I'm sorry you're older aren't you oh my god I'm sorry bye." She then closed the door again in a rush.

"Tch, first years are so arrogant," Fred commented, "Well, you heard her Harry. Get dressed we're nearly there!" The three walked out, Fred and George presumably okay with Harry again. He sighed at all that happened and got ready. Fine then, not everyone was okay with Hogwarts, but he would be, and in time, they would be too. A family full of friends was exactly what Harry was looking for.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! First years this way! Me name's Hagrid." A gigantic man with an impressive beard was seen waving his hand at the crowd that rushed out of the train. Some of the crowd flinched at the sight of someone so huge while a group with a blonde haired boy at the front sneered at the sight and immediately went to the boats, ignoring everyone else. The brown haired girl that Harry had seen before was with another small, nervous boy who had a frog cradled to his chest. She patted his back comfortingly.

"Three to er boat," Hagrid continued.

"Do you know how to go back?" the curly, brown haired girl asked Hagrid, while the nervous boy tried to drag her back, shaking his head in worry, "You see, my parents will be very worried and I'm sure this is all an elaborate prank, is it not?"

"No questions," he replied, "You can ask the Professors at Hogwarts." He then walked away leaving the girl disappointed. Harry walked up to them and pointed to the last boat that had not yet left the bay.

"Let's just go," Harry said, "You heard what Hagrid said, we'll get answers there."

"Okay," the girl replied, "The professors would surely tell us, won't they? Professors are always right." Harry shared a look with the nervous boy as they started rowing their way across the lake. Teachers weren't very reliable, and an uncountable amount had let Harry down in Muggle school. From never believing his excuses for coming late to school to reporting it to the Principal which ended up as a punishment from Vernon, it was clear that grownups never conceded well with Harry.

"My name's Hermione Granger," the girl said as they made it to the other side, "And this is Neville Longbottom." She pointed at the boy who looked up from his frog and gave Harry a nervous grin.

"I'm Harry. Just Harry."

"Harry? But what about your last name?" Harry scratched his head in agitation, not really sure how to reply.

"Just leave it," said Neville with surprising conviction in his voice.

"Well," she looked at Neville's unchanging expression, "Alright. Well, are you nervous? I'm so surprised! Neville told me it was a magic school and I didn't believe him until he showed me some magic with his wand. Unfair, isn't it? I don't know anything about magic! No books, we don't even have wands. How are we going to get sorted, I wonder? Gryffindor, from what Neville told me, sounds wonderful, but I'm pretty sure we have to go through some test of some sort."

"Test? Sort? What are you talking about?" He had no knowledge of this! The three stooges, Harry decided he'll call them, probably thought it was hilarious not to tell him the important aspect of Hogwarts.

"We are sorted into four houses," Neville replied shyly, "Ravenclaw for the smart, Hufflepuff for the loyal, Slytherin for the ambitious and Gryffindor for the-"

"Loyal! It's obvious which house is better. Apparently, according to Neville, those who go to Slytherins are mostly those from evil Wizarding families. Not for Muggleborns like me." It was also obvious that Hermione held a great hatred towards whoever made this rule.

"Yes that's right. Mudbloods and Blood traitors like you aren't allowed in Slytherin. We Purebloods will find whoever is under this and come back home. We have loving families with money waiting for us. Unlike you." A blonde haired stepped forwards in a sneer, his clothes somehow looking more presentable than Harry, Hermione and Neville despite being the same piece of clothing. A pudge faced girl and two bodyguard like boys stood behind him, followed by a shy looking boy with his face shoved in a book, a pretty girl with long hair done up in pigtails and a mocha skinned boy who smirked at them.

Hermione tightened her fists, red faced and tears threatening to come out of her eyes. Neville shivered in fear, and anger, but mostly fear.

"How about you Longbottom? Where's your parents?"

"Shut up Malfoy! Your parents aren't even half as descent as his were!" A red haired boy, similar to the hair Fred and George had, walked up to the arguement.

"If it isn't a Weasley. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford. All their children were unfortunately cursed, though," he said with a laugh.

"Looks who's talking! You're cursed too!"

"Well I'm a Pureblood and my father-"

"Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall." A stern voice interrupted the conversation as the group turned around to see a women with glasses perched on her nose and eyes as sharp as an eagle. She was dressed in a robe with red linings similar to the twins and Angel. Her straight black hair was tied in a bun with no strands poking out. All in all, she was a perfect Professor. Hermione thought so as well, judging from her gasp of excitement. The rest weren't so enthusiastic.

"McGonagall? It can't be. She's dead!"

"McGonagall? As in Minerva McGonagall?"

"What is she doing here?" Neville muttered as the whispering got louder. Hermione gave him a look of confusion as he sighed and explained. "It was never confirmed, but she's supposedly dead. After two years of working in the Ministry, she suddenly disappeared. It was a few months after her disappearance that the cursed children started. Gran told me that she was a very talented witch while others-"

"Thought she was the start of it all!" Malfoy yelled angrily. "My father told me that Half-Bloods like her had potential but ruined it by going off with Muggleborns. He said that she started the cursed children. It's obvious she did now! Probably the Head of Gryffindor, considering how recklessly stupid her plan is."

"Hey," Hermione yelled back, "What's wrong with Gryffindor?"

"SILENCE!" The muttering went down immediately, Malfoy's gang sneering but decided to take the smart route and not talk. "When we go inside I don't want a word from any of you. If you have any questions, ask at an appropriate time. Not now."

"Probably not ever from the looks of it," Malfoy muttered to the girl besides him, who nodded in agreement. Professor McGonagall's eyes wandered to their group and gave a glare of warning before turning around and marching through the corridors. The children reluctantly followed, scared whispering growing in volume. Harry was quietly shaking in excitement. Finally. Finally!

He would make a new life. This new opportunity, a chance to start over. Harry would grasp it and hold onto it, while saving his thoughts of happiness from the others. Judging from Angel's and the twin's reaction they, for some absurd reason, didn't understand. But it would be fine.

He was going to make friends!

Her breathing was faulty, legs still shaking from the recognizable face. He was here. Finally. The madness was soon to end, hopefully. She shook her head at an attempt to calm herself down, and took a deep breath.

'James, Lily,' she thought with sadness and regret, 'He's finally here.'

'You're sacrifice won't be in vain.'

This, in no way, has any affliction with Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, I just called them cursed children cause I was too lazy to come up with something else.

Thanks for reading! Please review, constructive criticism is welcome.