A/N: This is a fanfiction based off of the HP universe after the war. It focuses around Some of the children such as Harry's son James and George's son, Fred. Also please note that some information is true to the information JKR has released and some of it while other information is different. For example: George married someone else, Charlie actually has children, etc.

On a final note, this chapter is rewritten. I changes many things from the other story (even though it was only a chapter long). I hope you enjoy it since I've decided to pick it back up after so long.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the story line. This is just for fun *smiles*

Chapter 1

Thunder rolled overhead as a young teen leaned up against a brick wall, staring up at the violent clouds. His bright silver blue eyes looked up when a raindrop fell on his face. "What a great day to go back to school." He muttered to himself. The teenager didn't want to go back to school, but what else could he do.

He ran a hand through his strawberry blonde hair that had a dark red base by his skull, shaking the fresh drops of water off before pulling up his dull orange hood on his hoodie. He glanced over to see that his trunk with the initials F.W. on it was starting to get wet. Sighing, he grabbed the handle and started to walk into the station and go to Platform 9 and ¾. He had slipped away from his parents when he first arrived because he knew that they were going to meet with all the other relatives that were going to Hogwarts. This year six of his cousins and himself would be going to Hogwarts.

He pulled his trunk through the wall as he leisurely walked through. His dad had the rest of his stuff where he may be. Finding himself on the other side of the barrier, his eyes scanned the crowd of witches and wizards for a massive group of redheads. It wasn't too hard to locate the mass of Weasleys. He sighed, knowing the noise fest was about to begin.

The strawberry blonde trudged up to his dad, who was talking to his uncle Percy. He knew he was different from most his cousins because he didn't want to be in the large get-togethers while the rest of them did. He noticed his uncle's nod towards him, letting his dad know that he had appeared.

His father turned to look at him. "Where've you been, Fred?" He asked. Unlike his mother, his dad didn't mind when he ran off to be alone.

He shrugged. "Out at the entrance."

His dad put his hand on the teen's head and rubbed his blonde red hair. "That's fine, but go say goodbye to your mother before she has a heart attack."

Fred nodded and looked around to locate his mother. She was easy to find in the sea of red. She was tan with gorgeous blonde hair and had on a pale green coat. She was talking animatedly with his Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill, who had large scars on the side of his face. It wasn't long before her silvery blue eyes moved over and spotted her only son. She motioned for him to come to her.

"Hey there kiddo." Bill said with a large smile. "Are you ready for school this year?"

"Ah… yeah, I guess."

Bill laughed. "I hear you're pretty smart and only in your second year. Are you going to be on the Quidditch team with James?"

The teen shrugged. "I promised I'd try out for the Chaser and Seeker positions. I don't know if I'll like it… all those people…" He trailed off.

Bill knew about Fred not liking big crowds, in fact, all the adults knew that he didn't want to join in with the group activities and many of them thought it was quite unusual.

"I was wondering where you ran off to young man." His mother said. "Were you looking for James and Albus?"

He shook his head. "No. They won't show up until the train starts to pull away." He said with a small smile.

Bill busted out laughing. "So true! I love this kid. Unlike that that one kid, what's his name? Louis?"

Fleur hit her husband's arm. "Quit messing with 'im, Bill. Louis will think that you don't love 'im."

"He doesn't love me." Bill muttered.

Fred shook his head. Right then, the whistle blew for the students to get on. His mother wrapped her arms around him. "Be good, okay? I'll miss you."

Hugging her back, he looked over her shoulder to see his dad smiling at him. He waved at him as he pulled himself from his mother's grip and stood up in front of his dad. "You can cause a little trouble if you really want to. A few marks on your record isn't thatbad, Fred." The man was greeted with an elbow to the stomach.

"Don't listen to him! He's such a bad influence." His mother replied harshly.

He grabbed his trunk and pulled the rest of his items onto the train. There were people crowding the pathway, making the search for a compartment rough. It took some shoving before he broke through to an empty one. Lifting his trunk, he shoved it into the upper compartment. He was glad he didn't have any creatures, dragging them around would have been much too troublesome.

The door slid open not a few moments later and three teens his age made their way in. "How'ya been, Fred?" The first boy asked. He had short, dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. He was the tallest of the three. Third year Shilus Finnigan of Gryffindor.

"Yo." Willis Longbottom said, raising one hand to greet him, following after Shilus. His hair was a tame dirty blond, and his eyes were hazel. He was also a third year in Gryffindor.

The final teen to come in had tame, platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He stood out in the Weasley family just as much as Fred did. He was the youngest child and only son of Bill and Fleur. He usually had a calm demeanor about him and was fairly calm. The main thing that made the two cousins so different was that Louis liked to be in big groups and converse with people all the time while he himself preferred solitude.

He stared down at his cousin. "Are these two telling me the truth?"

Fred glanced up at his cousin. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about. They told me you're jumping up to third year level with us."

Fred looked out the window, not too pleased with the two loudmouths. "Yeah. It's true." He knew that everyone was going to find out eventually. "Fred Weasley, third year."

"That's awesome, man." Shilus said, taking a seat next to the red head. "You're finally in the grade you're supposed to be."

"How'd you pull that off?" Louis asked.

Fred sighed as Will explained. "He asked McGonagall last year at Christmas if there was any way he could jump up a year since his mom held him back before she would let him go." Fred was twelve going into his first year while everyone else around him had only been eleven.

Louis nodded, completely understanding. "I see. But nobody else knows? How'd you get your books?"

Fred turned and looked at him. "I went with James since both my mom and dad had to work. Not too hard to sneak away when James is around." He smiled a bit at James running around Diagon Ally. "Also, other than you guys, nobody else knows. I'm going to write my parents tonight and tell them so there's no face to face confrontation."

Louis smirked. "I see. You know, you're quite the sneaky guy. You'll be with us in the dorms, right?"

Fred shrugged. "I would assume so. I have to talk to Professor Longbottom after dinner concerning my schedule-"

"FREDDIE!!!!!" The compartment door slammed open, causing the glass to shatter.

Shilus rolled his eyes. "Oh boy, here comes Fred's guardian."

The boy was fairly tall, and easily the tallest in the compartment with five now occupying it. His hair was chin length onyx black and wild. His eyes were bright and brown as he located the person he was looking for. "Freddie! Where were you? I looked all over for you."

"When'd you have the chance to look for him, when you were running past the windows to find an open door to catch the train?" Louis teased.

The fourteen year old was none other than James Potter. He was a near identical clone to when his father was younger only he had his mother's eyes and his hair was much longer and shaggier than his father's had been. He was more of the wild, rouge side that Harry never had. He had a huge red welt on his arm.

"Hey, shut it. I simply came to grace you boys with my presence and check on my lovely cousins." He said in a bold voice. He wasn't ashamed to tease or badmouth someone when the time was appropriate.

"I didn't hear you calling out for me, James." Louis said with a slightly irritated glance.

James looked down at him. "Oh, Lucy… I didn't notice you were there my dear." He said with a devilish smirk on his face.

"It's Louis! Quit calling me by our cousin's name!" He yelled, his fist balled up.

James closed one eye as he shrugged, his grin still intact. "Sorry, I get them mixed up."

Fred knew this would happen. He pulled out his wand and silently repaired the broken window without muttering a word… something that most didn't start to learn until their sixth year.

His wand was very rare around these parts. It was made out of a rare Japanese wood that his cousin Rei, Charlie's oldest son who was located in Japan, had sent to him when he was about to buy his wand. His uncle Charlie had sent him the powder of a ground dragon scale from Australia. The dragon was a rare breed, just discover by his uncle a few years ago and that's why Charlie's remaining three children were either attending an Australian school or about to attend. With the Japanese wood from a tree that Rei wouldn't tell him about and the powdered scale his uncle sent, the wand was made to match him. Olivander, his new apprentice, and Fred himself worked together to create his wand. It was eleven inches and a dull, navy blue color while the grip was black.

An arm was suddenly found wrapped around his neck. He knew better than to struggle because it made the game that much more fun to James. "The big third year Freddie-"

"You mean James knew too?! How did he manage to keep that from everyone?" Louis exclaimed.

James gave his younger cousin a dirty look. "Do you think I could get away with everything I do if I couldn't keep a few things hush hush every now and then? Now then, back to you, buddy." He said, turning to the empty seat that Fred had recently occupied. "Eh? Where'd he go?" He muttered.

The others shrugged. Fred had long since snuck out through the door and had disappeared. He had done this last year as well, not appearing until the end of the ride.

Fred smiled to himself as he opened the door to the back of the train, past the toilets. There was a ladder against the wall that led to the roof of the train. He used all his might to force the hatch open. Climbing out, he shut the large door and crawled a little ways up the train until his found the small area that was flat and down in a small whole. He laid down in it and closed his eyes, thankful that the train was currently moving faster than the storm.

Fred loved to move fast. He loved the wind as it rushed past him and that's the reason that he agreed to try out for the Quidditch team. He already had a broom as well. Closing his eyes, he let sleep take over, not getting much last night.

XxX

The three third years were playing a game of cards as the rain crashed heavily on the windows. "Oh… I can't believe how fast this storm showed up." Willis said in awe. He put down two cards and picked one up. "I thought we were ahead of the majority of it."

A candle was lit and floating above the boys. "It must've been a lot worse than what we were expecting. I mean, we can't see anything out there." Shilus muttered as he picked up a card.

Louis yawned. "Speaking of things coming out of nowhere, look who decided to show up." He said, giving a side glance to Fred.

His appearance looked normal at first glance, but when the boys did a double take, they noticed that Fred was dripping wet.

"Where've you been?" Shilus asked with a small chuckle.

Fred simply tightened his mouth and pulled off his shirt and pants. "Hey now! No stripping!" Louis yelled.

Will and Shilus laughed. "How can you just do that? Do you have no modesty?" Will asked.

"Modesty? Who needs something like that? It'd make the world boring!" James said as he too, reappeared. He glanced down at Fred as he leaned on the doorframe. "You too, huh?"

"Yeah. Stupid rain." He glanced over to see that his cousin lacked most his cloths as well. Both cousins stood wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. There was a sudden cry behind the shaggy haired teen, causing him to glance over his shoulder.

Three girls stood at the door behind him. The first one was Rose, his younger cousin. She had long, wavy red hair with bangs and brown eyes. She was already changed into her black robes. Her hands were covering her mouth and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head.

The second girl was someone none of them knew, but she was just as horrified as Rose. She had short black hair and brown eyes.

The third and final girl was a fourth year in Ravenclaw. She had the trademark red hair of the Weasleys, only unlike Rose's, hers was very strait. She had very deep, intelligent blue eyes. Unlike the two first year girls, she was less affected by the mass showing of skin.

"James. Could you please refrain from stripping in front of everyone? You may have just permanently scarred these two for life." Molly Weasley, oldest daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley, said as she pointed to the younger girls.

He turned and bent down to the black haired girl. "What? You don't think I have a good looking body?! Look here." He flexed his arm. "That's nice, right? You can touch them if you want." He smiled, but Molly could tell his devilish intent.

"Please don't sexually harass the first years you pervert. Get some cloths on before someone else sees you running around naked?" She glanced over to Fred. "You too, Fred."

She turned and shooed the two girls away. James leaned out of the compartment and yelled at Molly. "Listen here, you! I am NOT Naked! I still have my boxers on and if you think about it, you're the pervert because it only looks like I have swimming trunks on!" He leaned back in and took a seat next to Fred, who had already pulled out some cloths from his trunk. "That girl. She's secretly got a dirty mind."

The four third years stared at him. "James… go and get some clothes on." Louis muttered as he threw down another card. "Shouldn't you be with Albus, anyways? I'm sure you can torment him about going into Slytherin just a bit more before we get to the castle."

James sighed. "Does nobody love me?" When nobody answered, he turned his head sharply at Fred. "Hey! I'd expect that kind of yankee reply from those gits over there, but you, Freddie?! Give me a hug and tell me you love me!" He quickly wrapped his naked torso around the red head.

Fred was unprepared for this attack and was caught in a tight lock. "J-james!" He breathed. "You're… I can't… James!" The Potter teen wouldn't let go so Fred did the only thing he could think of. He opened his mouth and latched down on James's arm.

"Ahh!" He pulled away. "You… you bit me." He said, startled. Startling James Potter was something nobody could seem to do other than Fred. "I'll forgive you only if I don't have rabies." He pointed to the Weasley and disappeared.

"Oh boy." Fred sighed. "This year is going to be more troublesome then last year." He muttered.

As the train slowed and everyone started to move off the train, Fred bumped into Albus Potter. The eleven year old had short, messy black hair and the most bright, green eyes he'd ever seen. The boy looked a bit nervous.

"Hello Albus."

Albus jumped a bit. "Oh, hi Fred."

Fred wasn't good at talking with most of his family. Although he could talk to James and Louis, the others… he usually just avoided them. "Don't worry about the house thing, okay. There's a good chance you'll end up in Gryffindor." He tried to smile, but his anti social-ness was too strong.

Albus shrugged. "I'm okay with any house. Actually, I sort of want to be in Slytherin." That almost stopped Fred in his tracks. "Not because I want to be evil or anything, but dad said that one of the best people he ever knew came from Slytherin. I'm actually partially named after him. I want to make it so Slytherin isn't singled out to be evil. I want to unite all the houses together like they're supposed to be."

Fred was shocked by the amount the boy told him. The idea was a good one. If Slytherin could be joined together, then the school would really be united like it was supposed to be. He really did smile this time, which looked as if it shocked the young Potter. "That's a great idea, kid. You better get going, you first years have to go to the school by boat."

After Albus said goodbye, Fred walked on towards the carriages. They were pulled by an invisible force, but Fred could feel that there was something… living… pulling the carts. He found James and pulled himself up into the cart.

"There you are! I've been looking for you. I went to see Albus off but I couldn't find him."

"Ah, well, he was with me. He was talking to me about houses."

"Heh, still terrified that he'll be in Slytherin. Poor boy. He should know that he'll end up in Gryffindor-"

"Well I'm hoping he'll be in Slytherin."

James stopped and slowly looked at his cousin. "Man… I knew you were weird but I never knew you were sick. Don't you know if he was in Slytherin, he'd have to be my enemy for life."

Fred gave him a sideways glare. "Don't be stupid. That's just a myth that shallow people like you follow like it's the bible. Albus is ambitious, and that's a very high quality that Slytherin looked for. Would you really hate Albus if he were in Slytherin?"

James looked up to the black sky. "Well, I don't know. I mean, he'd still be Al, I suppose. I don't think I could ever hate him."

"That's good, since it's your fault that he wants to be in Slytherin." Fred said with a smirk.

"EH?!" James yelled.

XxX

The Sorting Ceremony went along well. Of course, he felt James stiffen up when Albus's turn came closer and closer.

"Potter, Albus." Professor Longbottom called. The hat was dirty and charred in random places as the man held it. He had dark brown hair and a kind face. He wore a pair of brilliant ruby robes that seemed to flow behind him even though he wasn't moving.

After the hat was placed on Al's head, it didn't say anything. James cranked his neck a bit to see his brother. "What's taking so damn long? Just say-"

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table called out and clapped as Albus made his way over to the other side of the Great Hall. The Gryffindors, however, all turned to look at James. Even Molly and Dominique, who were located at the Ravenclaw table, stared over at James. Fred stared over at Albus with a smirk, and Albus replied with a wink. Fred was starting to think that he and Albus might get along okay after all.

After dinner, all the students started to head off into their dorms' direction. Fred was off to see Professor Longbottom, who was waiting for him at the end of the Hall. "Good to see you again, Fred. Now, come with me."

Once they were in Professor Longbottom's office, Fred took a seat and looked around the room. It was just the same as last year. Adorned in red and gold, a warm fireplace, and many plants and books within the room as well. Sitting on the edge of his large desk, was a large, green toad.

"Ah, here we go. You've decided to take all your core classes, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, History of Magic, Astronomy, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You also are taking the Study of Ancient Ruins and Arithmancy. Both difficult but with your amazing marks, you should have no problem with them. I've also moved you into the third year dorms as requested."

"Thank you, Sir."

"But, did you tell your parents?" Longbottom suddenly asked.

Fred swallowed. "No, Sir. I didn't want to deal with my mother. I'm planning on writing a letter to her tonight. It's better if I can't see her."

Longbottom laughed. "You'll probably end up with a Howler, though."

Fred shrugged and turned back into the normal, uncaring Fred. "Yeah well, what's a little yelling through a piece of paper compared to being at home and at the mercy of a mother who wouldn't think twice about locking me in a room and trying to keep me a child."

The man laughed again. "Well yes, I suppose so. Here's your schedule, Fred. I'd give it to you tomorrow but since you're already here…"

"I got it. I'll see you in class, Professor." He said, taking his leave.

"The password is Fiddlemix!" He called after him.

The halls were dark, and the portraits were sleeping soundly. He pulled out his wand and cast lumos, lighting the halls he was currently walking in. Unfortunately, he woke up a few of the pictures as well.

"What's the matter with you? Can't you see we're trying to sleep?" One said.

Fred stopped and looked at the picture. "Shut it, will you. You'll wake the others." He muttered before going on his way. He made his way up the winding staircase, having to sometimes wait for a set to come to him before continuing up. He was on the third floor when he cut off to take a short cut. He found the large picture frame with a drunken woman in it.

"'ello my dear… needing my passageway again?" She hiccupped.

"Yes please."

She yawned. "There you go." She said gleefully as her portrait moved. He had to crawl through the first part before he came out to a large, open space. He found the large spiral staircase that led directly to the seventh floor. It wasn't long before he came out behind a statue. It was thanks to James that he knew so many of the passage ways.

There was a large, empty wall to his right as he walked down the corridor. It always seemed strange that the wall was so large and so empty. It was always when he walked by this area that he suddenly felt ill and could hear someone talking to him. He assumed it to be a ghost, but he'd never seen one.

"Hey, you! Stop right there and give me a hand, will ya?" The voice called.

Fred stopped and glared at the wall. "I can't help you if I can't see you. Maybe if you came out-"

"I am out. Maybe I should say, get out of my body."

Fred shook his head. Not this again. "Listen… I'm in my body. I can't give you something that I've lived with for my entire life."

"Okay. I'm going now. If you're not going to show yourself, then I suggest you leave me alone. I need to write a letter to my mother."

"Eh? In trouble already? I like you."

"Well I don't like you. Get lost." Fred finished before walking away.

"No! Wait a second! I was just kidding. Come on back here." Fred stopped and turned back around. "There's a good lad. If that body you're in isn't mine, could you at least help me find mine?"

Fred sighed. "Listen, you're like… a ghost. Meaning you're dead and no longer have a body."

"Kid, if I was a ghost, I think you'd be able to see me. Besides, you're the only one who can hear me. Everyone just ignores me."

"Well, I guess the first thing is for me to be able to see you-"

The voice cut him off. "No! I got a better idea. How about I just hang around in your body for now?"

Fred didn't like that idea. It sounded like possession. "No way."

The voice laughed. "Meh, well, move over because I'm going to anyways."

Fred suddenly felt a rush of wind and a suffocating sensation. If felt… as if something was stopping his lungs from working. "S-stop!" He choked out. Legs giving way, he collapsed onto the solid floor. Sweat poured off his face and his body started to tremble. "Don't…"

But it was all over as soon as it started. "What… did you… do?" Fred choked out.

"I told you I'm going to hang around in your body for a bit. There's nothing bad about that, is there? You're okay now, right?" The voice asked.

"No I'm not! I've got a parasite living in me. Get out."

"Now now, no need to get hateful. Let's get to know each other. My name is-."

"I don't care." Fred started to walk towards the portrait of the fat lady. He was going to ignore this parasite that shared the same name as him. "Fiddlemix." He said to the woman. She gave him a dirty look for waking her up so late, but let him in nonetheless.

When he walked in, there was no surprise as to who was waiting up for him.

"Freddie!" James called over from the desk. He was writing his own letter to his parents. Most likely about Albus and being in Slytherin. "I was wondering how long it was going to take. Got your schedule set up now?"

Fred nodded. "Yeah. I'm dorming with the third years too, so it's all taken care of except the letter."

"Letter for what?" The voice asked.

James stood up. "Here you go, bud. I just finished mine. You can borrow Mytus when you're done." He said pointing to the large bird perched at the open window. Mytus was a hawk, not an owl, so he really wasn't supposed to be here. The bird was black with a tan under belly and under his wings. His tail was a dark red, along with the rings around his eyes that were a glittery silver.

"Thanks." He said as he took a seat and grabbed an empty piece of parchment.

James leaned over him. "Here, use this ink. It's purple man. I can't help but like the color." He said with a smirk.

Fred returned it. "Yeah, but isn't purple a girls color?"

James shrugged. "Nobody ever said colors had genders. I like what I like. They'll get over it someday." He went and took a seat on the couch. It was no surprise that they were the only two still up.

As Fred wrote his letter, it seemed as though the other Fred, the parasite Fred, could see what he was writing in his mind. "Eh, a letter to mummy? But you think she would be happy about her smart boy going up a grade."

'It's because she's the reason I'm a grade lower. She let me go into first year when I was twelve, not eleven. Now she's got one year less with me I suppose.' Fred thought to the voice.

Once he was done, he sealed it and handed the letter to Mylus, who already had James's letter within his beak. Sighing, he gave James a sideways glance. "Tomorrow is another day."

"Speaking of another day, I want to ask you something." He said with a devilish grin.