Chapter 1
Harry Potter's POV:
I sit in my wheelchair on the front porch staring out to the mountain before me. I watch the trees blowing in the wind and the occasional bird flying by. I feel the breeze aginst my wrinkled face, and I remove my glasses so I can feel it more on my eyes. I can now only see a blur, so I close my eyes.
I think of all that's happened in my life. It seems so long ago since me and my friends defeated Voldemort. Of course that's probably because it was a long time ago. Around seventy years ago.
Since then wizards haven't been as careful with their magic. They thought that thev'e gotten over that worst, that nothing could be as bad as Voldemort. They were right of course, but at least Voldemort could be stopped. What has now happened was one word: Muggles. The muggles found out about us, and now the feared has happened. Science experiments, horrible ones. The smart wizards retreated, and went undercover. But thousands had been captured. The joke was on them though. They used scanners and such. And electronics interfered with magical properties. The muggles couldn't find much out, so they needed more wizards. I went to live with the Dursley's with Ginny so I wouldn't be suspected. Ron moved to a different country. Hermione thought she could move back with her Parents in Australia, but they didn't remember her. She moved back to Britain and she got back together with Ron. But she couldn't use magic anymore. Nobody could. It's because the muggles discovered the ministry of magic. They found out how wizards could track underage ones, and made it technological. They could track anyone using magic. They have captured millions of wizards and witches throughout the world with it. Mostly kids. It's sad, because those kids who are found, who used their magic on accident, have to spend their whole life in a science lab.
That's what happened to James. I start to tear up. Every wizard shows signs of being one at one point of their life. So James, mine and Ginny's oldest, did it one time. Days later the authorities came to our house, and took James from us. We fought all we could, but we had destroyed our wands years ago, in fear of being located. And the Police had guns. They wounded my and tasered Ginny, and took James away. Then they scanned the whole lot of us. Me, Ginny, Albus and Lily. Thank goodness it malfunctioned the first three times, sparing me, Lily and Ginny. But Albus was taken as well. James was seven. Albus was four. Lily was three at the time, and didn't remember it, thank goodness, but when she was fourteen we told her.
As of right now, Lily works in my nursing home. Turns out, she was a squib. I thank whoevers out there every day for that fact. She was never found out, and when she turned eighteen, when she got scanned, she passed the test. When I turned sixty-nine I went to this nursing home, and so did Ron, Ginny, George, Colin Creevy, and Lee Jordan. My dear Lily joined the staff here, and she helped take care of us, still does. Hermione died years ago, when we were twenty seven. She had a severe lung cancer.
I now open my eyes and put my glasses back on. Lily walks towards me, red hair flowing in the breeze, and green eyes like mine shining. She looks almost exactly like my mom did.
"Hey, dad, we got really interesting news." She looks grave.
"I take it it's not good news." I think of all my friends here, and wonder if they're all right.
"You take it correctly. It's World War Three beginning. America has attacked China over Taiwan, and all their allies had to join in. We don't know what will happen."
"Thank you for the news. Did you tell the others yet, Lily?"
"No, I will go do that now. You should come back in. You are going to catch a death of cold." She warns.
"Okay, Thank you for the information, I will be right in." I tell her. She hugs me, then walks in.
I think about WWIII. And then don't. I don't want to stress the short time I have left in life. I won't participate in it myself, and in the meanwhile, I'll just stay with my friends. I release the thought of war from my head, and wheel myself into the building.
I hope you like this chapter. The next will be about Percy Jackson, and his life when he Should be 80 years old. (Hint for the next chapter) :). Please wait for the next! BTW, sorry if this chapter was kinda sad for you. The next will be happier, I think, but no promises! Anyway, please, please, please review! I want to carry this froward and continue, so if you want the next chapter, please review! I need to know if people will read it. Love, OdeliaLovesBooks
