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Everyone else belongs to me! Wow.I actually own something.I feel special!
Summery: The next generation of Witches and Wizards are finally at the age to go to the school where their parents learned it all, Hogwarts! The children of the wizards and witches we all know and love now attend the school of witchcraft and wizardry and face there own adventures and problems. RnR please!!
Couplings (of JKR's characters): H/H, R/OC, D/G
A new kind of magic
Prologue - The three children
Part 1 - Emily Potter
The sun gleamed brightly into the large window of the young witch's bedroom. Her brilliant green eyes flittered open and looked to the calendar sitting next to her.
"Happy birthday to me!" She mumbled to herself as she pulled herself out of bed, her chocolate brown hair scattered across her head and in front of the soft skin on her face. She stretched her slender arms into the air and pulled her robe over her light blue nightgown. The young girl opened her bedroom door, and ran down stairs to meet up with her parents. Her mother was frying eggs on the oven while her father was reading the "Daily Prophet".
"Good morning everyone!" She called happily as she sat down in a kitchen chair.
"Good morning, birthday girl!" Her mother said from the oven.
"Good morning Emily. Why are you so happy?" Said her father from behind the black and white words of the wizarding world.
"Duh daddy! It's my 11th birthday." Emily said with a smile.
"Really? I must have forgotten." He paused, "Oh! I know! That must be what those presents are doing in the front room. I thought it was a mistake, you see. I was going to throw them away. Thanks for reminding me about your birthday." Harry Potter said with a sly grin. Emily smiled and manoeuvred her body upwards, as she pushed her chair backwards.
"Not yet Emily, you need to eat your birthday breakfast!" Hermione Potter said as she placed a plate of sausage, eggs, bacon and toast in front of her daughter.
"But mummy! Presents." Emily whined.
"Just eat okay. You have a big day ahead of you!" She said with a warm smile. Emily obeyed and devoured her breakfast as quickly as possible. In a flash of light blue, she ran over into the living room and hopped over the back of the sofa. She landed with a soft 'thump' on to the cream coloured cushions. The birthday girl's four presents were stacked neatly upon the oak and glass topped coffee table. Emily pondered for a second before grabbing a medium sized package which was outside of the small stack. It was wrapped better then all the others in a beautiful paper with ever changing colours of the rainbow. She turned it over and placed her index finger under the clear tape before she was stopped,
"Emily! Hold on, that one is to be opened last, okay darling?" Harry said excitedly. Emily nodded and proceeded to open her gifts. She received a new outfit, a very large tub of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and a new CD walkman. But, despite the fact that she had wanted and liked what she got, her attention was focused on the mystery gift in the rainbow paper.
"Can I open this one now daddy?" Emily asked, her eyes bright with curiosity and excitement. Harry nodded slightly and exchanged smiles with his daughter. She squeezed the gift slightly. It was very soft, but other then that, she had no idea what it was. She opened the present and in her lap, fell a slivery cloak. "What is it?" She asked, examining the cloak.
"Put it on and you'll see." Harry said slyly. Emily stood and slipped the cloak around her shoulders and held it closely.
"I don't see what. . ." She trailed off, as she realised what it was. "Is this an invisibility cloak, or am I just going insane?" Emily asked, looking up at her father.
"Yes Emily. It is an invisibility cloak. My father left it to me and I got it at your age, not on my birthday mind you, but now it is yours. Use it well." Harry said proudly. Emily gently laid the cloak on the table and approached her father,
"Thank you!" She said as she hugged him. She did the same to her mother before grabbing her gifts and going towards the stairs. "I'm going to try on my new outfit okay? Then are we going to leave?" She asked. Hermione and Harry nodded at the same time, causing an even broader smile across Emily's face.
Part 2 - Rebecca Weasly
The door of the lavish and extremely large house swung open without a sound, well, no sound until the strawberry blonde girl slammed it behind her. She placed two magenta coloured suitcases on the foyer floor and walked into the beautifully decorated living room. On the lilac sofa, were two ginger haired men, both the same height.
"Hey Fred. Hey George." Said the daughter of Ron Weasly. The two jokesters turned in unison towards the girl,
"Hello 'Becca." Fred said with a grin.
"How was your trip?" George asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Terrible. Mum is drinking again, the stupid muggle." Rebecca Weasly huffed. Both George and Fred gave their niece a disapproving look,
"I know you hate her because of all that's happened to you and your dad, but don't forget that she did bring you into this world." George said sternly.
"Yeah, yeah I know, you always tell me that." She paused, "Where is dad anyway?"
"Quidditch practice. Big game on Saturday, the semi- finals. First time the Chuddly Cannons have made it this far in years, and I believe it's because of you dad." Fred said, awe struck by his little brother. Rebecca smiled,
"Yeah, I know, I have been following the Cannons' games while I was at mums. That was by far the best thing I did while I was there, because it really wound her up when she would see dad on TV, doing damn well as a keeper!" She said proudly. George and Fred smirked slightly,
"Well, at least something came good out of your visit." Fred mumbled.
"Yeah so anyways, what's new with you two?" Rebecca asked.
"While you were gone, we got our loan! We can finally open the shop!" George said excitedly.
"Weasly's Wizard Wheezes will open in about two months! We got the vacant lot on Diagon Alley." Fred added.
"Congratulations!" Rebecca said happily. She hugged her twin uncles tightly.
Part 3: Andrew Malfoy
The bright sun shined upon the lush green grass of the back garden of the Malfoy residence. In the garden, a small boy played propped high and straight upon his new broomstick, zooming around in a flash of black and silver. He threw the quaffle into the highest hoop and caught it before it touched the ground. Andrew Malfoy took the quaffle and zipped through the two flying bludgers and back into the hoop the quaffle flew. And with that, the sliver-blonde haired boy made a clean, soft, perfect landing on the emerald green grass. Andrew demounted the newest model of broomstick, the Lightning Rod and laid it onto the grass and retrieved the quaffle, placing it into a mesh bag by the door. He looked up at the violent thrusting of each movement of the bludgers before opening a small black case. Inside was the small golden winged ball known as the snitch. The young Malfoy removed it from its casing and released it into the air. The snitch disappeared in a flash of glittering gold and Andrew quickly mounted the Lightning Rod and flew quickly after it. He flew gracefully past the black bludgers and across the entire span of the Malfoy mansion. But, before the son of Draco knew it, a bludger hit him from behind, knocking him off his broom. He landed on the ground with a 'thud' but quickly and painfully stood back up.
"Andrew! You will never make the Slytherin quidditch team with that lack of attention and talent! You ashame me!" Draco Malfoy said angrily from his chair on the edge of the lawn.
"Father, I am trying. I can't help if the bludgers come from behind me. I don't have eyes in the back of my head!" he paused, "plus, it's not like you made it onto the quidditch team on your pure talent! Grandfather bought your way in!" He growled, immediately regretting speaking.
"Andrew Malfoy! Don't you take that tone with me!" Draco hissed, walking towards his son.
"And besides, who says I will even get into Slytherin?" Andrew asked. Draco's eyes narrowed severely and he picked the boy up by his black robe collar.
"If you betray your entire heritage, by not getting into Slytherin, don't bother coming home." Draco said in a low tone before throwing his son onto the ground. "I mean it boy. Our entire family has been in Slytherin, so don't you dare get into any other house, especially Gryiffindor." Draco said before walking away from his son. Andrew sighed heavily and aloud himself to fall backwards on the grass, his soft brown eyes staring into the cloudless blue sky.
Well, what do you think? RnR please! I know that this is only the prologue, but I'm now off to work on chapter 1!
Summery: The next generation of Witches and Wizards are finally at the age to go to the school where their parents learned it all, Hogwarts! The children of the wizards and witches we all know and love now attend the school of witchcraft and wizardry and face there own adventures and problems. RnR please!!
Couplings (of JKR's characters): H/H, R/OC, D/G
A new kind of magic
Prologue - The three children
Part 1 - Emily Potter
The sun gleamed brightly into the large window of the young witch's bedroom. Her brilliant green eyes flittered open and looked to the calendar sitting next to her.
"Happy birthday to me!" She mumbled to herself as she pulled herself out of bed, her chocolate brown hair scattered across her head and in front of the soft skin on her face. She stretched her slender arms into the air and pulled her robe over her light blue nightgown. The young girl opened her bedroom door, and ran down stairs to meet up with her parents. Her mother was frying eggs on the oven while her father was reading the "Daily Prophet".
"Good morning everyone!" She called happily as she sat down in a kitchen chair.
"Good morning, birthday girl!" Her mother said from the oven.
"Good morning Emily. Why are you so happy?" Said her father from behind the black and white words of the wizarding world.
"Duh daddy! It's my 11th birthday." Emily said with a smile.
"Really? I must have forgotten." He paused, "Oh! I know! That must be what those presents are doing in the front room. I thought it was a mistake, you see. I was going to throw them away. Thanks for reminding me about your birthday." Harry Potter said with a sly grin. Emily smiled and manoeuvred her body upwards, as she pushed her chair backwards.
"Not yet Emily, you need to eat your birthday breakfast!" Hermione Potter said as she placed a plate of sausage, eggs, bacon and toast in front of her daughter.
"But mummy! Presents." Emily whined.
"Just eat okay. You have a big day ahead of you!" She said with a warm smile. Emily obeyed and devoured her breakfast as quickly as possible. In a flash of light blue, she ran over into the living room and hopped over the back of the sofa. She landed with a soft 'thump' on to the cream coloured cushions. The birthday girl's four presents were stacked neatly upon the oak and glass topped coffee table. Emily pondered for a second before grabbing a medium sized package which was outside of the small stack. It was wrapped better then all the others in a beautiful paper with ever changing colours of the rainbow. She turned it over and placed her index finger under the clear tape before she was stopped,
"Emily! Hold on, that one is to be opened last, okay darling?" Harry said excitedly. Emily nodded and proceeded to open her gifts. She received a new outfit, a very large tub of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and a new CD walkman. But, despite the fact that she had wanted and liked what she got, her attention was focused on the mystery gift in the rainbow paper.
"Can I open this one now daddy?" Emily asked, her eyes bright with curiosity and excitement. Harry nodded slightly and exchanged smiles with his daughter. She squeezed the gift slightly. It was very soft, but other then that, she had no idea what it was. She opened the present and in her lap, fell a slivery cloak. "What is it?" She asked, examining the cloak.
"Put it on and you'll see." Harry said slyly. Emily stood and slipped the cloak around her shoulders and held it closely.
"I don't see what. . ." She trailed off, as she realised what it was. "Is this an invisibility cloak, or am I just going insane?" Emily asked, looking up at her father.
"Yes Emily. It is an invisibility cloak. My father left it to me and I got it at your age, not on my birthday mind you, but now it is yours. Use it well." Harry said proudly. Emily gently laid the cloak on the table and approached her father,
"Thank you!" She said as she hugged him. She did the same to her mother before grabbing her gifts and going towards the stairs. "I'm going to try on my new outfit okay? Then are we going to leave?" She asked. Hermione and Harry nodded at the same time, causing an even broader smile across Emily's face.
Part 2 - Rebecca Weasly
The door of the lavish and extremely large house swung open without a sound, well, no sound until the strawberry blonde girl slammed it behind her. She placed two magenta coloured suitcases on the foyer floor and walked into the beautifully decorated living room. On the lilac sofa, were two ginger haired men, both the same height.
"Hey Fred. Hey George." Said the daughter of Ron Weasly. The two jokesters turned in unison towards the girl,
"Hello 'Becca." Fred said with a grin.
"How was your trip?" George asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Terrible. Mum is drinking again, the stupid muggle." Rebecca Weasly huffed. Both George and Fred gave their niece a disapproving look,
"I know you hate her because of all that's happened to you and your dad, but don't forget that she did bring you into this world." George said sternly.
"Yeah, yeah I know, you always tell me that." She paused, "Where is dad anyway?"
"Quidditch practice. Big game on Saturday, the semi- finals. First time the Chuddly Cannons have made it this far in years, and I believe it's because of you dad." Fred said, awe struck by his little brother. Rebecca smiled,
"Yeah, I know, I have been following the Cannons' games while I was at mums. That was by far the best thing I did while I was there, because it really wound her up when she would see dad on TV, doing damn well as a keeper!" She said proudly. George and Fred smirked slightly,
"Well, at least something came good out of your visit." Fred mumbled.
"Yeah so anyways, what's new with you two?" Rebecca asked.
"While you were gone, we got our loan! We can finally open the shop!" George said excitedly.
"Weasly's Wizard Wheezes will open in about two months! We got the vacant lot on Diagon Alley." Fred added.
"Congratulations!" Rebecca said happily. She hugged her twin uncles tightly.
Part 3: Andrew Malfoy
The bright sun shined upon the lush green grass of the back garden of the Malfoy residence. In the garden, a small boy played propped high and straight upon his new broomstick, zooming around in a flash of black and silver. He threw the quaffle into the highest hoop and caught it before it touched the ground. Andrew Malfoy took the quaffle and zipped through the two flying bludgers and back into the hoop the quaffle flew. And with that, the sliver-blonde haired boy made a clean, soft, perfect landing on the emerald green grass. Andrew demounted the newest model of broomstick, the Lightning Rod and laid it onto the grass and retrieved the quaffle, placing it into a mesh bag by the door. He looked up at the violent thrusting of each movement of the bludgers before opening a small black case. Inside was the small golden winged ball known as the snitch. The young Malfoy removed it from its casing and released it into the air. The snitch disappeared in a flash of glittering gold and Andrew quickly mounted the Lightning Rod and flew quickly after it. He flew gracefully past the black bludgers and across the entire span of the Malfoy mansion. But, before the son of Draco knew it, a bludger hit him from behind, knocking him off his broom. He landed on the ground with a 'thud' but quickly and painfully stood back up.
"Andrew! You will never make the Slytherin quidditch team with that lack of attention and talent! You ashame me!" Draco Malfoy said angrily from his chair on the edge of the lawn.
"Father, I am trying. I can't help if the bludgers come from behind me. I don't have eyes in the back of my head!" he paused, "plus, it's not like you made it onto the quidditch team on your pure talent! Grandfather bought your way in!" He growled, immediately regretting speaking.
"Andrew Malfoy! Don't you take that tone with me!" Draco hissed, walking towards his son.
"And besides, who says I will even get into Slytherin?" Andrew asked. Draco's eyes narrowed severely and he picked the boy up by his black robe collar.
"If you betray your entire heritage, by not getting into Slytherin, don't bother coming home." Draco said in a low tone before throwing his son onto the ground. "I mean it boy. Our entire family has been in Slytherin, so don't you dare get into any other house, especially Gryiffindor." Draco said before walking away from his son. Andrew sighed heavily and aloud himself to fall backwards on the grass, his soft brown eyes staring into the cloudless blue sky.
Well, what do you think? RnR please! I know that this is only the prologue, but I'm now off to work on chapter 1!