A.N : Obviously I don't own anything apart from my own characters. This is the follow on from saving the world read that to understand this. It's the story of the next generation.

The Night Before

Hermione Potter lay on her bed flicking through Hogwarts a history. She was waiting for her Dad to come and say goodnight to her, her mum was working late at the hospital St Mungo's. She was lying their with an excitement reserved only for those who were still young enough to feel excited about birthdays but we're pretending to be so grown up that they refused to give any outward sign to show that this was the case. Hermione Potter was about to be eleven. Now to those in the muggle world eleven was not a very significant age not like being eighteen or twenty one but in the magical world being eleven meant one thing: Magic school. To be precise her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. She had been to Hogwarts once before that she could not even remember when she was very little. However one of her Godfathers was Albus Dumbledore the headmaster at Hogwarts one of the most respected wizards in the whole world.
"Knock Knock" Hermione looked up into the green eyes of her father. Her own were blue after her mum but she had the dark hair of both her parents. Hermione shut the book as her Dad sat on the bed next to her. He pulled up the quilt so she could snuggle down into it. He wrapped it tightly around her. "You tired?"
She yawned but shook her head valiantly. "Dad what is Hogwarts like?" He chuckled and told her again, picking up the book he shook his head "you know all you can, my best friend used to always say that Uncle Ron and I should read it."
"Did you?" He laughed and shook his head. "Hermione was clever wasn't she?" Her Dad got the look in his eye that he did whenever Hermione Granger was mentioned as if he was remembering something so very far away.
"The cleverest witch in the world" he replied.
"I want to be as clever as she was" Hermione said determinedly. He kissed her on her forehead.
"Just be you that's all everyone wants, you're special because you're you" He hugged her tightly "night night angel."
He walked towards the door and turned off the light leaving the door ajar so the light from the landing would drift into the room. For all her pretence Harry knew his daughter was scared of the dark. Not wanting her to have to admit it because she felt embarrassed he left the door open for her. As he walked past the two other bedrooms he looked in on the twins and on his other sleeping daughter who was only four. He padded into her room and sat watching her sleep just like he had with the twins and Hermione when they had been younger. India lay there sleeping soundly clutching her teddy under her arm; he silently wondered what she was dreaming about. He could not believe it had been nearly eleven years to the day when he had taken little Hermione to the graveside of the person she had been named after. In two months on the 1st of September she would board the train to Hogwarts and it would be the beginning of her time at the school that had shaped Harry. There was of course no more Voldemort but it was not so quiet anymore, everyone had thought that after he had been destroyed that everything would be okay, but for years after the resistance of the remaining death eaters had plagued the world. Harry had become an auror and had fought once again the forces of Voldemort. They had gotten them alive if possible no one wanted more blood on their hands and they were tried and sentenced. Some were acquitted not enough evidence and once again the world forgot happy to believe that it was over. Those who had been accused skulked back into their lives and once again presented a respectable face to the world. And Harry? Well Harry had bought a house for his wife and daughter, given up the life of an auror and accepted a teaching post at Hogwarts as the DADA teacher. His wife Persephone had become a healer and they had raised a family, two girls and two boys. They were still raising their family and at thirty-one he was happy. His family were safe and those who loved them surrounded his children. Ron was married happily to Luna and Paris and Ginny were happy together. Ron had never quite gotten over loosing Hermione but he was happy. They had a little boy about Hermione's age he too would be going to Hogwarts this year as would Ginny's two, the twin's Ishmael and Isabella. How strange will it be to watch the next generation go through exactly what they all had, yet it would be without Voldemort thank Merlin. But it was not so quiet now... he often wondered if there was another power gathering strength, he had heard rumours, those who weren't so paranoid or scarred wouldn't recognise them for what they are... he would speak with Dumbledore tomorrow at the party.

"Hey you" a voice whispered in his ear. He turned around to see his wife Persephone, who was half bathed in light. He could was always struck by just how beautiful she was. Her black hair that had probably been pulled back tightly during the course of the day fell lightly on her shoulders, and her blue eyes were tired but her lip had the same playful smile it always did. She kissed him softly "you okay?" she asked worried.

"Fine" he replied "just thinking about Hermione going to Hogwarts this year."

Persephone smiled "is someone feeling old?" she chuckled softly. He laughed with her.

"If I am then my worries are just those of an old man nothing to be thought of." She looked at him now tracing his face with her hand. She looked into those eyes that she loved, those eyes that she had seen haunted, tired, and torn, happy, ecstatic, and full of love and laughter.

"He's gone, its over" she spoke softly so she didn't wake India but full of conviction. "They won't have to live though that."

"But there are things happening Seph, things that will seem of little importance but I know I can feel it within myself that they are only stepping stones in creating something stronger, darker and evil." He looked away from her "It's not over with those who followed him, they will rise again, and I know they will."

She kissed him softly. "Come on old man lets go to bed." She winked at him, he stood up and with one last look at his sleeping daughter he swept his wife up into his arms and kissed her softly carrying her into their bedroom.