A/N: Hey guys! This is the first Episode of my fan fic, Potter NexGen. You may be wondering why I called it an "episode," that's because I always pictured this like a movie. Here it is. Episode 1; Season 1. I based some of the information from .

Just so you know.

Season 1:

Episode 1 : Down the Alley Way Orphanage

Summer, August 24, 2019


[Lily's POV]

"I SCREAM!" James cheered with joy.

"I scream what?" Albus replied.

"I scream!!!" James pointed to the ice cream cart up ahead. Al shook his head.

"James, That's ice cream, not I scream." Al rolled his eyes. It wasn't really James' fault. He was rarely exposed to the mortal realm. He was home schooled, unlike Al and me, and he didn't like going to malls. Well, not anymore.

"What flavor do you want?" dad said. He pulled out his wallet from his pocket and I tugged on his jacket. "Vanilla, please." I answered.

"I'll have vanilla too. And I believe James will have chocolate." Albus smiled.

"Correct-o Mundo, my brother." James acted cool.

After some licks on my cone, we followed father going down the alley, wondering why on earth we'd be heading there. It puzzled my thoughts a little, knowing that we've never been in this part of London before. It seemed to be getting darker and darker as we go further in.

"Here we are. Do you mind waiting in the common room while I talk to one of the orphanage keepers?" father grinned.

"What on earth are we doing here, dad?" I asked.

"When I said more family members the other day, I wasn't kidding. Now, be good okay?" dad messed up my hair and went inside. So did we, and we waited for him to finish at the common room. The floors were so creaky, that I don't think they would need a burglar alarm to tell them that there's a burglar in the building.

[Harry's POV]

Oh god, more kids? No, more teenagers? Great. It had to be my job to prevent future disasters. I hate you, Ron. I hate you, Ron. Ron, I hate you.

Why would you propose to the board of aurors that we should adopt these wizard orphans? I believe he is just afraid they would turn out to be someone like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

"Hello, I believe I have an appointment with a boy named Payton." I said lightly.

"Yes, yes. You must be Mr. Potter. Come, come. He is already in the room. It is this way." she led me to the velvety room where the grand piano sits (with a 14 year-old playing on it) and a (16 year old) boy sitting on the lumpy couch by the large window. So, I sat across him looking at his brown eyes looking into mine mysteriously.

"So," I said. "You must be Payton."

"Ay. That is my name." he replied. He looked everywhere, I couldn't even make eye contact.

"Payton, I want you tell it to me straight," I said, knowing he might be disturbed by it. "Are you a wizard?"

"What?" He scoffed. I knew he would try to hide it, and yet I am relieved. He doesn't tell anyone about it immediately.

"You know. Warlock, Wizard— Magic." I stated.

"I don't know what you're talking about."he shook in fear. "And plus, who are you to ask me such things?" Payton added.

"If you must know, I am Harry James E. Potter, Head Auror, married to Ginevra W. Potter who is the Senior Quidditch for the daily prophet, and the father of three (who are currently in the common room)."

"Oh god, you are Harry Potter." his eyes widened in astonishment.

"And you must be Payton." I said jokingly.

"I think we've established that." he replied.

"So, will you tell me, are you a wizard?"

"Yes. I am in my 6th year in Hogwarts. Gryffindor."

"Oh, so, have you met any of my children? They're all in Gryffindor, still waiting to find out if Lily's house this September." I looked at him with a smile.

"I haven't met them, but I know them. They're the most popular people in school, besides Rose Weasley, who's still related to you I bet." he replied.

"True. Well, here's the deal. I want to adopt you."

"But there's one thing. Could you take my other two brothers? I can't live without them." he requested with those puppy dog eyes like when James wanted a new broom so badly.

"Alright." I can't believe I just said that. Well, here's to more teenagers in the house. I wonder what I'm going to tell Ginny after I pick them up tomorrow. Honey, I'm home with more teenagers or Ginny, tell Ron I hate him.

Post A/N: I hope you like it. I just thought I wanted three more additional characters to make it more interesting. So, that's all for now, I'll be updating soon.