Like I said before, this happens after Harry kills Voldemort. A second downfall of the Ministry under a dark empire has seemed to drain what little hope witches and wizards have today for peace. Or has it? What will three children do to maintain peace and prosperity? The main characters are completely new, but you will see some old characters here as well. I don't mind constructive criticism, as long as I'm not completely chewed out. Please R & R! I'd appreciate it!

Disclaimers: Harry Potter™ belongs to J.K. Rowling and the WB Company.

Chapter One: Escape

Chapter One: Escape

"Dad, you've got to let me go! Hogwarts is like my second home! I'm sure you felt that way when you were in school." Albus Severus smiled sadly at his daughter, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Katrina, but I simply can't allow it. Hogwarts has been taken over once again. The golden age of my time did not last very long, I'm afraid. This is a time of great panic for us all." Katrina was silent for a few moments, her wand held still and tight in her hand. She made a face at her father. "Others are going this year, dad. There's no danger, and we both know it. Besides," Katrina smiled at the thought of her father's reaction, "what's so horrid about a bloody wizard who may not even exist?"

Albus whitened, glaring at his daughter. "Be careful, Katrina," he warned, getting at her eye level. His wise green eyes pierced her equally inquisitive green ones. "Never, ever, insult the Emperor. Young witches and wizards have been disappearing everywhere recently. I don't want you to become one of them." Katrina was silent. For an emperor, he's never around, she thought, clenching the hand that held her wand.

"Can't I still send messages to my friends?" she asked him, thinking of her two best friends, Isaac Weasley and Ron Weasley, both from the Gryffindor House. Though everyone who first met Ron thought that he was the Ron Weasley, Katrina and several others knew that he was actually the grandson of the Ron Weasley. And everyone also knew that Isaac was Ron Weasley's grandson also, though he seemed to take a little after Hermione. For a moment, Albus did not answer, and faced the window to think. After a few moments of silence, he turned back to her with an answer. "Make sure you use your code name, Katrina."

When Katrina got to her room, she headed over to her desk, where a packet of parchment and her quill lay. Hastily, she took those out, and laid them on her desk. She then wrote a letter to Ron:

Ron,

Dad's got no clue about our plan. He's agreed to let me send you letters. The date has been officially set for tonight at midnight, July twenty-first. Have your brooms, trunks, and other belongings ready. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron in London. I'll tell you the plan from there. Remember to come undetected by your parents. See you there.

Silverwing

Katrina folded the letters, prepared the pouch, and dropped a bronze Knut into the pouch. Aimery, her snowy owl, hooted softly. She smiled as she attached the letters to his leg. "Get these to them as fast as you can," she whispered, giving him a small treat, promising bacon on his return. Aimery soared out the window, vanishing in the black, starry night in a matter of moments. Katrina sighed, closing the window and leaning against it. She hated going against her father like this, but it seemed to be the only way that she would get proper training. Of course, her parents were training her here, but she still couldn't help dreaming about the Great Hall at Hogwarts where the meals were held along with the sorting. She loved hearing about all the different levels of the castle, about the various common rooms, and ways to get in…she loved it all. Most of all, however, she loved her grandfather's tales of all the wonderful adventures he had at Hogwarts, and how he once and for all silenced the evil Lord Voldemort. Oh, how she wished that she could see for herself. But this year, my training will be worth it, she thought determinedly. I'll see personally to that.

"Katrina!" her mother called up the stairs. "Dinner's ready, come on down!" Katrina quickly shoved the quill and parchment into the desk drawer, and rushed downstairs, where a marvelous feast of roast beef, with a side of green beans and mashed potatoes. She sat down, gobbling everything hungrily. She hoped that Ron and Isaac had enough sense not to write back to her.

"Katrina, are you all right?" She looked up to see her mother staring at her curiously. Her father wasn't looking at her, but at the food on his plate, not paying attention. Katrina nodded, asking, "Why wouldn't I be, Mom? Dad explained the situation at hand, making me realize just how dangerous it would be if I went to Hogwarts. Don't worry; I won't try to persuade anyone that I want to go." Her mother nodded, but Albus glanced up at this, his eyes narrowed. Katrina pretended not to notice. Dinner continued normally, but Albus and his daughter said nothing from then on out. After dinner, Katrina asked to be excused, stood, thanked her parents for the wonderful dinner, and walked up the stairs. Albus watched her go, deciding to let her be.

A little after midnight, Albus went to check on Katrina, to see that she was safe. When he reached her room, he opened the door and found it bare; the Quidditch posters were gone, her bed was made, her room practically bare. Even her trunk had disappeared. The only thing conspicuous was a note left on the bed, in Katrina's handwriting. Slowly, trying to figure out if he was dreaming, Albus moved to the bed, and read the note:

Dad,

I'm so sorry that you had to find out this way, but yes, I've decided that I will go to school this year. I want proper training by one of the teachers there; I want to see the school itself. I'm not telling you where I've gone. I guess I'll see you this summer, since we both know what would happen if I came home for the holidays. I know that Hogwarts may be thrown under attack, but I can defend myself just fine. I'm glad now that Grandfather's been training me in advanced magic over the years! I'm sorry that I lied to you, but I think I can help. See you this summer.

Katrina

Albus read and re-read the note several times before crumpling to the ground in agony. He didn't like thinking that he had lost his daughter for good. He clutched the note desperately in one hand, staring at the starry sky above as if staring at the spot where she would be would drag her back. He sat there for the rest of the night, thinking of nothing but his daughter, and eventually fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Katrina flew in the open skies under the invisibility cloak that Albus had handed down to her years ago. She clutched onto it for dear life, hoping that it wouldn't fall into the sleeping city below. She regretted lying to her family, but it was the only way that she would get into Hogwarts efficiently. Godric's Hollow grew smaller and smaller behind her as she journeyed silently to London. As she flew, she hoped that her friends would make it safely, and that her father would understand her need to participate in the wizard rebellion.