DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED. J.K. ROWLING IS THE GODDESS OF ALL THINGS HARRY POTTER AND I THANK HER FOR HER LOVELY CREATIONS. ANYTHING FROM THE ACTUAL BOOKS IS SIMPLY QUOTED AND ALL RIGHTS TO THOSE SCENES BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING.

I DO OWN ANY AND ALL OF MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. NO CHARACTER OR SITUATION IS MEANT TO BE BASED OFF OF ANYTHING FROM ANYONE ELSE. ANY SIMILARITIES ARE COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL.

A/N: My first project I'm going to work on is my Legacy Harry Potter Fanfic. Now that I have (barely) lived through the final movie, I think it's time. This has been done before. I don't care. It will follow three generations: The Marauders, The Harry Potter Arc, and the Third Generation. I have my own original characters I'm throwing in. It will be AU. Things will not follow the books perfectly..that I can promise you. There will even be a Dresden Files/Harry Potter crossover AU fic in there. Why? Because I can. Because I have made this Legacy Fanfic in my head for years. So read it if you will, or leave it alone and move on. I will post it anyway. I have to. Reviews will be welcome. Support will be welcome. I will update as much as possible.

Every chapter will begin with a quote from the mind of one of my original characters. I think it adds some spunk. : )

Well... here goes nothing.

~*~ I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good ~*~

"We never know where the roads of life are going to bring us. Could we have guessed, back when we first got our letters to Hogwarts, the events that would make us who we were? Could we have foreseen the roles we would play in the shaping of our world? The futures we were starting, not only for ourselves, but our children? Was it fate, which brought the best of us together? Was it fate that in the end so forcefully tore us apart?" – Elliot Driscoll

Prologue: Twists of Fate

BANG! BANG BANG BANG!

"Sirius! The letter came Sirius! It's here!"

BANG BANG!

"Sirius!"

The boy stirred in his bed, grumbling at the disturbance. He pulled the blanket over his head and curled tighter into his pillow.

"Sirius!"

"Okay Regulus! I'm up!" The boy, Sirius, yelped at the door.

"Stop that infernal yelling!" His mother's voice carried up through the dismal house. "Yes mother..." Sirius grumbled loud enough for her to hear. Of course, his little brother could yell and pound on his door for half an hour, but if he raised his voice for half a second in groggy rage, he got in trouble. "Happy Birthday to me." He muttered, quickly changing clothes. He didn't want to know what his mother would say if he showed his face downstairs while still in his pajamas.

Once he felt ready enough to face his little brother, Sirius pulled open the door to his bedroom. His little brother, Regulus, stood in front of him, holding an envelope up before him, "Hogwarts!" was all Regulus could manage. Sirius swiped the letter from his brother and ruffled the younger boy's hair. "Thanks."

"Urgh! Now I have to comb it again!" Regulus complained. Sirius smiled, "Maybe you shouldn't spend the morning screaming at my door then." The younger boy frowned, "But... I wanted to see the letter. Mum said to let you open it... so..."

Sirius nodded and pulled open the envelope, smiling to himself. He, like his brother, had been excitedly waiting for the infamous Hogwarts Letter to arrive for him. He pulled the parchment out and read it quickly to himself before smiling a wider smile at his younger brother.

"You want to read it, Regulus?"

"Yes!" The younger brother said with an excited yelp as he took the letter from Sirius's hands.

"Stop fussing and come down for breakfast!" Walburga, the boys' mother, shouted up the stairs.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…" Remus Lupin stared at the letter with glowing eyes. "But, how?" He glanced up at the man standing before him, "Who would let me into a school like this? Isn't it… dangerous?"

"My boy, we will take all the precautions necessary to accommodate you and your needs during your time at Hogwarts." The man smiled, his eyes glittering behind his half moon spectacles. "Why should you miss out on the experience due to a condition that is no fault of your own?"

"Thank you, Professor." Remus said, still beaming, "I promise that I'll do my best to show you that you didn't make a mistake in helping me."

"I'm sure of it, Remus. Entirely."

"Mother! Mother! I got my l-letter to Hogwarts!"

"Oh Peter! That's wonderful!"

Peter, a small mousy boy, clutched the letter to his heart. "I was getting worried that they wouldn't have me!" He practically danced around in place. "This is going to be wonderful!"

His mother smiled, "It will be. We'll head to Diagon Alley sometime this week, okay?"

The boy just beamed, still clutching the letter to his chest.

"Yes!" James Potter jumped up and down on his bed, waving the letter high above his head, "Hogwarts! I've been waiting forever for this!"

"James, will you please stop jumping on the bed?" His father asked from the doorway. James stopped with a sly smile, which his father returned to him. "So when do we get to go get my wand, Dad?"

"Soon, James. But today I have things to do."

"Can't Mum take me?" James asked, a frown overtaking his face.

"That's leaving me out of a lot of firsts, kid. You waited 11 years, you can wait a few more days."

"Come on Dwayne! Come on!" The young girl pulled the older boy by the hand, leading him down the crowded London road. She was young, only 11, and obviously excited. She had sparkling sapphire eyes complemented by milk-chocolate, shoulder-length locks. She wasn't the cutest girl in all of London, but that didn't mean that she didn't have her charms.

The boy looked just like her. His eyes matched hers perfectly. His hair was the same in hue and length, but pulled behind his head in a loose ponytail. He was obviously older by a couple of years, but didn't seem to mind the younger girl pulling him along.

"Here it is!" She said, her face lighting up, "The Leaky Cauldron!"

The boy, Dwayne, nodded and pulled open the door of the little building, "Come on. If we are going to go let's go." The girl ran in ducking underneath the arm of her brother and giggling as she disappeared into the crowd. "Elliot!" Dwayne hissed, trying his best to follow her, "Wait up!"

He followed the laughter all the way through the Leaky Cauldron and into the alleyway behind it. There stood young Elliot, tapping her foot and waiting for her brother to arrive. He frowned at her. "What? It's not like I can open it by myself yet!" She complained, "I haven't got a wand yet, do I?"

Dwayne walked up to the brick wall and tapped the stones to open the way into Diagon Alley.

As soon as she could fit through, Elliot dove away from her brother and began heading for Ollivanders. Elliot didn't care about her school books, or even a pet cat, until she had a wand in her hand.

Elliot's mother, Delilah, was a squib. Delilah had been born to Wizard parents, but produced no magic of her own. Elliot's father, Richard, was a half-blood wizard, and employed in the Ministry of Magic. When Delilah and Richard had Dwayne, Elliot's brother, they were delighted to see that he had magic from a young age. Elliot, had not been so lucky. She did not show signs of magic until around her tenth birthday. Now, a little over a year later, she had received a letter from Hogwarts. Elliot was determined that, like Dwayne, she would not become a squib like her mother.

She stopped in front of Ollivanders and took a deep breath. This is it… she thought before pulling open the door and heading in.

"Watch out!"

Elliot dropped to the ground as a rogue spell hit the wall behind her. She glanced up to see a semi-sickly looking boy with a wand standing at the counter with Ollivander himself.

"Sorry!" The boy said, biting his lip and handing the wand back to Ollivander. The wandmaker laughed, "My good boy, that happens to everyone while trying to find the perfect match!" He hurried away, "I'll bring you another, lad."

The boy rushed to Elliot's side, holding out a hand to help her up. She took it with a smile, "Hi, I'm Elliot." The boy smiled back, "Sorry about almost hitting you, Elliot. I'm Remus." Elliot let go of his hand and glanced around the shop. He seemed to know what she was thinking, "It's amazing." He said simply. Elliot beamed at him.

"Here!" Ollivander said with a smile, "I brought a few for both of you to try!"

Elliot and Remus took a wand, both glancing at one another before flicking their wrists and sending spells careening off the walls. This went on for what seemed like hours before Remus finally found his match. "I have to go." He said sadly to Elliot, who was now joined by her brother. She nodded, "I'll find you on the train then!"

"Promise?"

"Yes! Remus, you're my first friend from school! I Promise!"

The boy left looking a little healthier than he had when she'd first seen him.

"Here." Ollivander said, handing her a stark-white wand. "Very few people use these, but I have a feeling it will be perfect for you."

As soon as the wood touched her fingers, Elliot knew that this was her wand. A soft blue light emanated from the tip. Ollivander smiled. "White wood of the willows of the white forests of northern Europe. Unicorn hair. Supple. Ten and a Half Inches."

"Perfect." Elliot whispered, "Just perfect."

A/N: Well, there it is. It was more of an introduction for Elliot and Dwayne, but it turned out pretty good, I think... First chapter is already halfway done! I'll have it posted a.s.a.p.!