Author's note: Hi friends! It seems you have found my story! This is going to be all about the next generation of Harry Potter, with special emphasis on my favorite ship. I tried to make it as canonly accurate as possible, but as some information was missing I had to make up some stuff, so I hope you like it! This is just the prologue; the rest of the story will follow just the events at Hogwarts. Enjoy!
"Bye Mum! Bye Dad!"
Rose Weasley hugged her parents before dashing across the platform to hop on the already moving train.
"Don't forget to write!" Hermione called as she returned her daughter's frantic wave. "Sixth year already," she mused to Ron, who was not paying attention to the departing train at all. Instead, his gaze was transfixed on the pale body of Draco Malfoy, who was waving to Scorpius on the other side of the platform. Hermione nudged her husband.
"Ron! Did you hear what I said?" asked Hermione, annoyed.
"Sorry Hermione, my brother is too busy making googly eyes at Malfoy to notice his wife right now," Ginny said helpfully. The tips of Rons ears turned red as he tore his eyes away and confronted Ginny.
"I wasn't– I mean who do you think you–" he stuttered.
"Save it," interrupted Ginny. "I don't really care about your new crush. Just keep it to yourself, alright?"
Ron showed every sign of making a nasty retort when Hermione jumped back in.
"Thanks Ginny. As I was saying, don't you think it's sad that Rose is in sixth year already? Soon she'll be moving out, and getting a job, and then Hugo will follow soon after," said Hermione sadly.
"I know what you mean," said Harry. "This is James' last year and I don't know what'll happen next year. I know he wanted to become an Auror like me, but if he doesn't get enough N.E.W.T.'s... I'm worried he won't have a back-up plan."
"I know what his back-up plan is," said Ginny. "Come back home and sap the Galleons from our vault until we're living on the streets"
"Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived in a box" said Ron, laughing. "The Prophet will have a field day."
Hermione tried to hide her smile but in the end she relented.
"You're hilarious. But seriously. Rose told me she fancies being a Healer after Hogwarts. That's a very difficult profession to get into. I only hope she gets the necessary grades," finished Hermione, worriedly.
"You've got to be kidding," replied Harry in disbelief. "Last year she received outstanding on all her O.W.L.'s, and got top of her class in all her subjects except Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even then Scorpius Malfoy only beat her by a bit."
"Figures," said Ron darkly.
"Oh Ron, don't start that again," said Ginny, obviously annoyed. "The Malfoy's are a changed family, why can't you understand that? Besides, high marks don't really seem like the result of years of secret dark magic training."
"Who knows? Maybe he jinxed the examiner," replied Ron stubbornly. "Slytherins never change."
Ginny sighed exasperatedly and dropped her arms in defeat, tired of arguing with her brother. Everyone was silent for a moment, basking in the cool September air. As the train disappeared around the corner, the crowd on platform nine and three quarters thinned considerably, until only the Potters and the Weasleys were left. When Draco and his wife passed them he nodded, which had become a habit over the years. Much to Ron's disapproval, Harry nodded back.
"Still stuck in first year I see," sighed Harry, noting Ron's scowl. "Don't worry, I'm sure Hermione will make you corned beef sandwiches for supper if you ask nicely."
Author's note: I know this chapter was a bit short, but the only purpose of it was the set the scene and introduce a few characters. The next one will be longer, and more involved. I love getting reviews, because it means that you like it, or you have ideas to make it even better!