Disclaimer: We do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.
A/N: Welcome to our world of 2nd gens! Jolina is Harry and Hermione's daughter, and Chris is Ron and Lavender's son. Enjoy! Oh, and PLEASE review.
Chapter 1: Camouflage Flowers
"Chris, where are we going?" Jolina asked, as her best friend led her away. Receiving no response, she sat down in the middle of a clearing.
"You know, that will mess up your robes if you don't get up soon," he advised, pulling out his wand.
After silently concentrating on the dry earth for a few moments, a jet of orange light shot out and struck the ground.
Jolina stood up and walked over, inspecting the flower that had been formed by the spell. "A camouflage flower. Cool."
Chris bent and picked the plant, offering it to her. He suddenly noticed that he was directly beside her.
"Thanks. A camo flower for a camo freak."
"No problem, Jolie."
"My turn!" she cried eagerly, pulling out her own wand. Pointing it at the hems of her own robes, she mumbled a spell under her breath. Green and silver cords of light shot out, and wound themselves around her from the hem to the neckline. Seconds later, the cords exploded, revealing her robes once more. Only they were no longer the original jet black, they were a camouflage pattern, matching the flower she held in her hand.
Chris clutched his stomach in laughter.
"What?! Do I really look THAT horrible???"
"No—you look—great," Chris managed between laughs, "but do you—ever—think—about—anything besides—camouflage?"
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" and with that, Jolina Marie Potter stalked off, swinging her hips more than usual, and leaving her best friend to stare after her, dumbfounded.
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"Being fifteen bites, y'now?" Chris said that afternoon, while they were hanging out in his backyard.
"Hmm… ya think?" Jolina joked, approaching the rickety, wooden swing set.
"No, I'm serious. I mean, you can't get away with stuff like when you were younger—"
"Correction—you can't. I still can. With Mum at least," Jolina paused, pulling her most innocent face. "But Mummy, I didn't break the vase!"
"I love you!" Chris laughed. "I—I mean—your jokes!" he felt the red rising in his face as Jolina gaped at him.
"Yeah, yeah, my jokes. I know. I know you meant my jokes," she stumbled.
"Um, yeah."
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A/N: As you can probably tell, the first few chapters are short. Actually, most all the chapters are short, but don't stop reading this if you don't like short chapters! There's an upside—the shorter the chapters, the quicker they get posted! As that reggae dude would say 'Don't Worry (boop boopa boop boop) Be Happy (boop boopa boop boop)' and there's a whole buncha 'deeeee doddy doddy doddy doooo' crap after that, but you get what we're sayin! Oh, any if any of you are considering flaming and saying 'Mary Sues! Gary Stues!' You can just shove—sorry… well think of it this way: HOW THE HECK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT THE SECOND GENERATION WILL BE! HENCE '2nd GENERATION'! So, therefore, any of our SECOND generation characters are not Gary Stues or Mary Sues. Case closed. ^_^