A.N: Ok guys this is my first Next Generation fanfiction. The pairings have changed a little bit from the book but not too much. Bill and Fleur are together still, so are Ginny and Harry, George and Angelina and Percy and Audrey. And yes Fred is still dead, Goddess bless his soul. The rest will be explained later.
Prologue
After the war the cleanup of Hogwarts began. Tired, wounded and broken hearted people pulled themselves together in an attempt to bring order back to the wizarding world. Kingsley Shacklebolt was made the temporary Minister for Magic and he brought everyone together, handing out jobs to those capable of working. Structure quickly took hold under his leadership and his position became fixed as it was obvious he was the best man for the job. Though the wizarding world its self was relived to be rid of the evil that had been haunting it for many years and recovered in record time. Those involved were not so quick to forget, the past hung with them. For though they had won, the war had cost them too much and they would forever remember the lives that had been lost.
The reconstruction of Hogwarts was a big project, under taken by the most dedicated of people. Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the thick of things, working to make Hogwarts the happy place they remembered. Two years of hard labour produced a new and improved Hogwarts. But the memories were too much for some to overcome. So Hermione returned alone to complete her last year of schooling, while Harry and Ron entered their first year of Auror training and Ginny signed on as Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.
Yet it seemed she was not as alone as she thought. For The Watcher was there, keeping an eye on Hermione, as she strived to finish her studies and not be swamped by the horrors of the war. Hermione did struggle and The Watcher feared for her. Though some of her year mates had also chosen to come back, Hermione was alone, she was to full of the things she had seen, done and felt. She was cut off from her old classmates, and without Harry and Ron she had no-one who really understood how she felt.
The Watcher was there though. He knew her pain yet there was nothing he could do to comfort the woman he loved. And so He watched as Hermione's and Ron's relationship fell apart, as he had always known it would. He watched as she cried in her sleep. And as he watched, he prayed that someone would come along and help the angel he watched over.
Yet even he did not see what would happen next. For help did come, not from one person but from two. The two most unlikely people. Hermione was hesitant at first when the friendship started, and by rights she should be. The Watcher looked on as the relationship developed and he grew accustomed to seeing Hermione with two of her old enemies. He was the only one not surprised when Hermione left at the end of the year and moved into an apartment with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. He was even less surprised when Hermione and Draco started dating. Though by the time he heard they were getting married the wizarding world had come to accept their relationship. Blaise was best man and Draco himself got to perform the same duty a year later when Blaise got married.
The Watcher continued to watch as children passed through their years at Hogwarts, as new teachers came and went and read in the news papers to catch anything he could about Harry, Hermione and the Weasley family. Then the first of the next generation came.
The watcher looked on as the first years came into the hall, immediately spotting the young boy with turquoise hair. Teddy Lupin. The Watcher scanned him and waited with an eagerness that matched the rest of the schools as the boy sat down on the stool. He clapped and cheered with everyone when Teddy was sorted into Gryffindor. Teddy kept The Watcher entertained for a year with his bright and mischievous personality quickly earning a fondness by all. But he was not enough to distract him for long.
Victoire was the next to come to Hogwarts, and the Watcher looked on with interest as the beautiful part Veela child walked straight backed and calm to the stool. After sitting prettily, with all the grace of her mother, she beamed a smile at the school and slipped the Sorting Hat on her head. The Watcher cocked his head to the side, not so interested with this one now that he saw she was much like her mother, though the smile had been all Bill. Then the Hat yelled Ravenclaw and the child flounced off to her new house table, eyes searching for Teddy's approval amongst the sea of red and gold at the table next to hers. Though she was a bit disappointing, the Watcher still kept his eyes on Victoire for a year. And to his surprise she proved rather interesting, though not as much as Teddy had.
The next Weasley child to come along was much more gratifying to see though. For Dominique had the Weasley genes in her, right down to reddish bits in her blonde hair and being sorted into Gryffindor. She kept the Watcher content for two years, for she was much like her father and he enjoyed seeing her grow and make friends. Her brother Louis followed her after two years and though he was placed in Ravenclaw like their older sister, he was far more interesting. But both were a bit to studious for the Watchers liking.
Then the first group came. They walked into Hogwarts for the first time and the whole castle held its breath. The Sorting Hat, sitting at the front of the school started to laugh an evil sounding cackle that made the whole school jump in surprise. Professor Mc Gonagall frowned at it, but it continued to laugh undeterred.
"Come!" It cried to the school, still cackling slightly. "Let the Sorting begin."
And with that it settled down again, into its usual appearance. The Sorting did indeed begin and the school settled as nothing abnormal happened. But the Watcher stayed on edge, waiting, watching.
'Malfoy, Scorpius' was the first of the three to be sorted and the Hat started to cackle again as it was placed on his head. Dark and surprised mutterings filled the room as the first of the Malfoy-Granger children was sorted into Slytherin. 'Weasley, Fredric' was next and with a triumphant shout, the Hat sorted him into Slytherin too. The Watcher, who was all ready grinning, now began to chuckle. This turned into a full-blown laugh as the last of the three, 'Weasley, Roxanne' was sorted into Slytherin to join her twin. These three pranksters caused chaos and mayhem in the school, living up to the legacy of the first Weasley twins and the Marauders before them.
James Potter joined them the year after. Though he was sorted into Gryffindor, it didn't stop him from hanging with his Slytherin cousins. The chaos continued, made worse by the addition of another prankster. Yet the quidditch teams of both houses prospered as James and Scorpius became Seakers like their fathers, and Fred and Roxanne became Beaters like their father and his twin.
The Watcher was happy. These children were the legacy of their parents and did them great justice. But something was still missing, for some reason the Watcher still was not satisfied. What would it take to make him truly happy? Why were these seven not enough? After all seven was a magic number, was it not?
He drifted glumly around the grounds now. The children had gone home for the holidays and he had been left to think. He did not like to think, it caused him pain, because always his mind was on Hermione. And Hermione was no longer in his life, her son was here, or would be soon when school started up for another year. But Hermione herself was gone from him, and visiting was not an option. So the Watcher drifted, until the first day of school came again. He watched glumly as six of the seven children filed in and went to their respective tables. For Teddy had finished school now. The Watcher no longer took joy in the youngest fours actions. He glanced nonchalantly at the first years as they stumbled in, dripping wet and exhausted looking. Then he did a double take. Standing in the middle of the group was an angel. A ray of light from the roof had spotlighted her amongst the others and she glowed in his sight. Her hair was a deep golden blonde, set in loose ringlets, framing her sweet angelic face. Her skin was pale and her cute nose was dusted with a light scatter of golden freckles. And her eyes! Her eyes were clear silver, flecked with gold. She was tiny, at least a head shorter than the two boys and one girl standing with her. This was it! This is what he had been waiting for! He had no idea who this child was, but he knew, with all his heart, that this was the child he had been waiting for. . . . Now what was he suppose to do about it????
OK guys, that's the first chapter, prologue thing lol. Hope you all enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think. P.S Ron married Luna Lovegood. He and Hermione are still great friends, it wasn't a messy breakup or anything.