AN: So this is a Harry Potter story I've been working on for a long time. It's finished already, and there ARE sequels, but I'll wait a little bit before posting the sequels. This is technically a 'next generation' story, with character that are almost ALL OC's. This is after the Battle of Hogwarts, but before Harry's kids start attending Hogwarts. On with the show!

1 - Maunsel Street

The man in a sports uniform walked quietly up the asphalt driveway. Removing his hat, he pulled his key from his pocket, unlocking the front door to number twelve, Maunsel Street. He kicked his black boots off onto the mat on the other side of the white door, and placed his hat on the bench to his left. He smiled to see his nine year old son running toward him.

"Mom, mom! Daddy's home!"
A blonde woman peered around the corner of the living room, and smiled to see her husband hugging her youngest son. She stood from her chair, and called out to her other son, down the hall.
"Asher! Dad is home!"

The door in the hall swung open, and an eleven year old boy ran from the room, past his mother, and down to meet up with his father. The family hugged together in the front room, celebrating the return of the father from his tournament. It had been nine months since they had seen him. The family loosened the grip on each-other, and returned to what they were doing. Asher happily ran back into his room, to sleep.

He dreamt vividly that night. It was one of those days, a good one. School had been out for a month, and he didn't need to worry about his horrible teacher; . He was probably the strictest teacher in all of the United Kingdom, and somehow he managed to get a job at Asher's school.

He also knew that he was spending the entire day at his friend Gabriel's house tomorrow, with his other friends; Luke and Martha. They were different than the other kids. Instead of playing sports, they preferred reading, or talking with each-other. It didn't matter to their parents, as long as they did well in school.

A buzzing filled Asher's bedroom the next morning, and he opened his tired eyes to see his alarm clock, flashing and buzzing. He hit the snooze button on the top, and rolled back over. Asher had no idea what day it was; all he knew is that it was some time in the summer.

He slumped out of bed, pressing his feet onto the cold hardwood floor, and stood up. The blood rushed away from his head, and he felt a little dizzy. He walked nonetheless, rubbing his brown eyes, attempting to wake himself up. He stumbled into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

Asher stood with the fridge door idling for a moment, until he moved with a quick motion to grab the milk. He turned and grabbed some cereal from the cupboards, pouring it out into a bowl, for breakfast.

When he finished, he retreated to his room, where his alarm was going off again. He pressed the button on the side, silencing it permanently, and sat in his computer chair, pressing the blue button, to turn it on.

He navigated into his e-mail inbox. Checking his e-mails; nothing new, a few notifications of his plans for later that summer. The first day he would actually go to the park down the street. Asher usually avoided the park because of the bullies that would be there; Clyde and Dylan. He hated them, because they would always taunt him about his changing hair colour.

Asher was different like that; his hair would change colours, and styles. It was odd, because it happens at random times; it always depended on his mood. He liked it though; he never needed to pay for hair cuts.

He looked in the mirror as he shut off the computer. Asher's hair was brown today, same as yesterday. Thankfully it hadn't decided to change overnight. He packed a backpack full of some old books and a few video games, and headed over to Gabriel's house, down the street.

It was a bright and sunny day, with few clouds. The street was lit up like it usually was, with the light reflecting off the countless cars on the street. Asher could see Gabriel's house clearly from his steps, and just passed it was the park.

Gabriel's parents waved at him when they opened the door, motioning him toward the stairs into the basement. Gabriel's room was in the basement, so a lot of the time spent at his house was down there, away from his annoying sister.

Martha was already waiting, and he heard noises coming from the washroom; Gabriel. Martha had shoulder length, curly dark brown hair, and blue eyes. She had the looks to be in with the popular people, but she chose to be friends with Asher instead. A few moments later, Luke showed up and Gabriel exited the bathroom. The four of them spent their usual day, being nerds while playing Pokemon. It was their favourite past-time.

Luke had short blond hair, and had glasses; the big chunky ones, that older people usually had. He had horrible vision without them, and usually wore clothes that were too small for him. Gabriel was the opposite. He had neck length light brown hair, and walked with a slight limp in his step. He was born with a slight ankle defect; he didn't have ankle joints. He got a surgery recently, and was able to walk now. You could pretty much say that Asher and his friends were the people nobody else wanted to be friends with.

After the long day of Pokemon playing in Gabe's basement, Asher returned home, and slumped down onto the cold leather couch. He ate dinner with his family; pasta and salad. "Asher, would you get the mail?" Asher's mom tapped him on the shoulder.

He pushed out from the dinner table and happily walked down to the font door, where he slid his worn-out shoes on, and walked out the door with the mail key. The red mail-box was on the end of the street, right by the park.

Asher slid the key into its slot, turning it to the left, and opening the box. There were a few letters inside. Asher pulled them out, and closed the box again. He looked up to his left, and saw them. It was Clyde and Dylan, and they were walking toward him.

Clyde was surprisingly muscular, for an eleven year old. He had average length, blonde hair, and bright green eyes. He always seemed to be walking with a swagger, or tormenting another kid. Dylan on the other hand was a scrawny kid that nobody liked much. He made friends with Clyde to avoid being bullied himself. They had a perfect tag-team. Clyde would do all the fighting, and Dylan more of the talking.

"Look who it is! It's Asher." Clyde shoved him, while Dylan took the mail from his hands.
"Getting the mail, nerd?" Dylan looked through it, and stopped at a small letter. "Oh, look at this! This one is for you! How about this?" Dylan took both sides of the letter in one hand, and ripped the letter in two pieces.

Asher swung angrily at Dylan, hitting him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Clyde turned to swing at Asher, who raised his arms in defence. Clyde's arm bounced off Asher's while Clyde screamed.
"What the heck was that? That hurt you little bugger!" Asher looked up at his arms, and they were the same as they always were.

Dylan stood up, and swung at Asher too, knocking him to the ground. Dylan may have been scrawny, but he was still strong. Asher angrily screamed at Dylan, who flew back, through the air. Asher looked at his hands, again. Nothing was different. He looked back up at Clyde and Dylan, who were running in the other direction.

Asher grabbed the rest of the mail off the ground, and returned home, dropping the pile of letters on the table, and then went to his room.

The next morning was the same as usual; boring and un-eventful. Asher checked the mail every day for a week, checking to see if maybe there would be anything else for him. There wasn't anything, so he gave up, flopping down into bed like every other day.

Two more weeks had passed, and summer vacation was nearing an end. Asher was going to the park with Gabe, Luke and Martha tomorrow, so he was finally looking forward to something. He layed down on the couch, and was just about to close his eyes.

"Asher. Mail is here, there's one for you." Asher shot up from the couch, and ran over to his dad, who was sifting through a pile of mail. He tore open the letter, not even bothering to read what it said on the other side.

Dear Mr. Wood,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July, 31.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Requirement List

UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or something similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Slandered Book of Spells(Grade1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A history of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Fungi
One thousand magical herbs and fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beast and where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide of Self Protection
by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales

Student may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Dad, look at this." Asher handed his letter to his dad, who looked at it very seriously. He looked back up at Asher after a moment of sifting through the letter. Asher's dad reached for the envelope; half ripped, but still on the counter.
"Asher Wood, number twelve Maunsel Street, England." His dad looked at the sender, and looked back at his son, smiling.
"Yup, it is. I've seen this letter before. Congratulations son! You're like your folks! You're a wizard too!" Asher smiled. His dad hugged him tighter than ever.

Asher's family was different than most. His parents didn't have normal jobs; because they weren't normal civilians. They were wizards. Asher's dad would always tell Asher that him and his brother weren't like the rest of Asher's friends. Asher's dad was sure Asher was a wizard his entire life; mostly because of his hair, but mostly because it was rare if he wasn't. It's not every day you come across someone with two magical parents that doesn't have magical abilities.

His dad never mentioned exactly which sport he played, only that it was a wizard sport, and it required a lot of travelling. None of Asher's family, other than his dad, would go on his trips, and he usually returned with medals, or trophies. His mom on the other hand, was a lot more than she seemed.

She was something called an 'auror'; someone who catches evil witches and wizards. It was an important job, but she was off for a while, on vacation. It was a very important job, and she was always exhausted when she came home from work. Both of Asher's parents tried to keep the magical world hidden as much as possible from Asher and his brother, but there were things that slipped through. Asher was determined to be told everything; as long as it was magic related.

His father called out to his mother, who shuffled into the room quickly, looking at the father with concern.
"Is everything okay?" Asher's father smiled and nodded, gesturing toward the letter.

Asher's mother ran up to Asher, hugging him tightly.
"Oh I knew it! I knew you were like us the moment your hair changed. We didn't know how to tell you; so we didn't. We've been waiting for this letter for a while!" Asher stood, looking at his parents. His eyes flickered form parent to parent. He grinned.

Finally, he could milk the truth from his parents.

The next day he would tell all his friends. They would be happy for him, but it did mean one thing. He wouldn't be able to see his friends anymore at school if he was going to this school somewhere else. For all he knew, it could be across the world; or worse, the universe.

The next day, Asher woke up like every other day, but looked in the mirror with happiness. He saw an eleven year old face looking back at him, as usual. But something was different. It was no longer a face of boredom. He was looking at the face of a wizard. He proudly waltzed down thee hallway, and out the door.

He met up with his father, who pulled Asher off to the side of the driveway.
"Okay, so before you go. There are a few rules. You can't tell anyone; unless they're also a witch or wizard. It's against wizard law, and could wind you up without a wand."

Asher looked at his dad in confusion.
"Oh, a wand is what you use to cast magic. Your mother and I have been keeping ours hidden, so you two didn't accidently find it. Anyways, you cannot tell your friends. I know how much you want to, but you just can't." Asher was sad now, but his dad straightened his back, and sent him out to the park. "Have fun, and remember; nobody!"

He met up with Martha, who was waiting on the swings in the center of the park. He scanned the area; Clyde and Dylan were nowhere to be found; good. The two of them were on the swings for a little while before Luke and Gabe showed up.

"What's the matter?" Martha asked Asher curiously. She could tell that Asher wasn't feeling right.
"Oh, I just found out something." Asher needed to think of a quick lie.
"Oh! Found out what?" Martha was getting close to having Asher spill the beans, but something quickly flashed into Asher's head.
"I won't be going to school with you guys this year." He tried to change the subject,
"What's the date today?" Luke didn't buy in to the distraction, and continued asking. "What do you mean? Oh and it's the 26th, July. Why?"

"Well, my parents have finally found a doctor that can help me with my hair problem. But, he doesn't live close by. My parents need to stay for their jobs, so I'm going alone." It was a pretty convincing lie, considering Asher had only come up with it in a few seconds.

His friends sighed, and shrugged their shoulders.
"I guess there isn't anything we can do about that." Martha continued swinging, and the day was long. The four of them didn't speak about anything that day. Asher returned home at six, in time for dinner with his family.

"So I told a lie today." Asher was eating his meatloaf. His dad looked over at him, "And why is that?" Asher took another bite of meatloaf.
"To make my friends think I'm not of at a wizarding school. They think I'm at a doctor's for my hair problem." Asher mother nodded.

"Very convincing…" Asher laughed a bit.
"That's what I thought when it came to me!" Asher's dad snapped back, and looked around furiously. He looked at Asher's mother, and dropped his cutlery.
"What day is it today?" Asher's mother wiped her mouth with her napkin.
"It's the 26th, why honey?"

"We need to get your things!" Asher's mom dropped her fork, and looked at Asher's dad. "Did you send out the owl?" His dad nodded.
"Yes, I sent that out yesterday. Professor McGonagall was pleased to hear from me. We haven't seen each other since the last wizard war."

"Wait, dad. Can you tell me a little more about the wizard world? You might as well tell me everything, you've hidden it long enough." Asher's dad nodded, and gestured at Asher's younger brother to leave. Asher's brother stood, and left the table, and Asher's mom followed, leaving Asher and his dad alone in the dining room.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"So, where do I begin? Hogwarts. There were four famous witches and wizards who had the idea to open a school to teach magical children more about magic. They were Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Godric Gryffindor. They each had a house, where they taught students that fit their needs magic."

"So then, which house do you get put in?" Asher's dad laughed.
"You see, I was getting there. There's this hat, called the Sorting Hat, who reads your mind, sort of, and places you in a house based on your attributes. I was placed in Gryffindor when I went there."

"So then, I'd be in Gryffindor?" Asher's dad laughed a bit.
"There's no guarantee, but remember, all the houses are good. Just try not to be Slytherin. Nobody really likes them anyways. Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff is cool too. But a lot of people think it's great to be in Gryffindor because of Harry."

"Harry?" Asher's dad's expression changed, and he looked back at Asher. "Harry Potter; the boy who lived; and your mom's boss. There was this one really bad wizard, named Voldemort. He tried to kill Harry as a baby, but Harry survived. He was sorted into Gryffindor when I was in my fifth year there, and he was on the Quidditch team with me too. He was one hell of a seeker. Anyways, ten years ago, Harry and Voldemort battled it out, and Harry won."

"So he's like, a hero?" Asher's dad laughed.
"Not like a hero. A hero. Your mother and I were at that battle. It was known as the battle of Hogwarts, and lots of wizards died. The entire wizarding world was safe again, once Voldemort had been done away with. There wasn't any chance of him coming back this time."

"This time?" Asher was a little worried now; all of this was frightening him slightly. "Oh, Voldemort had disappeared when he tried to kill harry in 1981, although in Harry's fourth year, he got another body and came back. Harry destroyed all the remaining parts of his soul, and then killed Voldemort. There's nothing left of him, so he died; for good."

"Okay, anything else?" His dad nodded.
"Yes, I want you to do well in specific subjects, because they'll help you out much better than others. Transfiguration and Charms are handy, but pay attention to Defence Against the Dark Arts. Chances are something bad will happen at least once. Also, keep an eye out for Professor McGonagall; the headmistress. Write often, and come home for Christmas so we can talk about all of your experiences."

"Okay, how do I send my mail home?" Asher's dad stood up, and walked over to the counter in the kitchen.
"I have it over here somewhere… Ah, here it is." He held out a piece of paper with an address on it. "Write to here, and I'll get it."
"Dad, I meant, how do I get the mail back?" Asher's dad put his head inn his hand. "Gah, we'll need to buy you an owl tomorrow. Remind me again, okay?" Asher nodded, and his dad sat down at the table again. "It's been so long since I've been to… never mind"

"So dad, what is your job?" Hid dad laughed a bit. "Well, I'm what you call a Quidditch player. Quidditch is the main wizard sport, and thousands of people love it. Others don't but we all have our opinions. Unfortunately, my team replaced me last tournament. I'm going to need to find a new job."

"So what are you going to do?" Asher looked at his dad curiously. His dad shrugged his broad shoulders. "I don't know. I'll talk to Professor McGonagall, and see what I can do." His dad smiled, and shook his hand through Asher's hair. Asher's hair was all frizzy, but it flattened out and turned black. Asher's dad laughed, and then noogied Asher. Asher's dad released Asher from his grip, and the two of them leaned back into their chairs.

"You and your hair." Asher's dad managed a muffled laugh, and Asher looked at him, with another question. "Why is my hair like this, anyways?" His dad leaned back further, and sighed. "Well, I don't know why exactly, but I can tell you a little more about it."

"It's called metamorphmagi. Pretty much, you have a gene that allows you to alter your physical appearance at will. It'll take a bit of practice, but I'm sure you'll get used to it. Your attitude is also a factor, if you're sad or angry, you might not be able to control it quite as well."

"How do you know all this? I thought you said you were just a Quidditch player?" His dad laughed a bit more. "I have my connections. Mainly Harry, we're close. As for the info on metamorphmagi, I had a brief encounter with one before she died; in the war. I looked after her son a little, at Harry's request. He's his godfather."

Asher sat in silence for a second. Everyone his dad had mentioned was either hiding, legendary, or dead. "As for Quidditch; you'll learn it soon enough. I'm sure Madam Hooch will take a liking to you; she did to me. It's fun, I suggest you try it next year."

Asher smiled; it was re-assuring knowing a few of his teachers would go a little easier on him. After all, his parents hid his wizard bloodlines for his entire life; he had no idea what most of anything was. He looked back up, and into his dad's brown eyes.

"So that's it? Is that all I need to know?" Asher's dad shook hit head.
"No, I suggest making friends with people you know you can trust. If you have any doubts, end the friendship. Something bad will probably happen if you don't." Asher nodded.

"Well anyways, I think it's about time you get to bed. We're going to get you're things tomorrow. Be excited! You're a wizard!" Asher walked off into bed, and went to sleep. Everything in Asher's life up to this point didn't matter. It was all about to change. Asher's dad still sat in the dining room.

He walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out a broom. He looked at the broom carefully, and then snapped it in half. From inside, he pulled out a thin, piece of wood. He held it in his hand, and waved it. Things in the kitchen flew around, and he laughed.

He grabbed the phone from the counter, and dialled. He placed the phone to his ear, still moving things with magic, through the wand.

"Hello? Minerva? I was just wondering if there were any job openings in Hogwarts." Asher's dad sat for a moment, and then cheered when he heard the response. "Any chance I can get the spot?"

He sat for a moment, and then grinned widely at the response. "Thank you so much Minerva! I'll be there!" He hung up the phone and sat for a moment. He looked around the room, then back at the phone. He picked it up again, and called one of his old friends.

"Hello, Angelina? It's Oliver. I got a job at Hogwarts."