Okay, so this is my first ever fanfiction, so please don't be too mean!:) I am a true potterhead. I love Harry Potter with all my heart! I really wanted the story to keep going after the 19 years, but, of course, it didn't. So I thought I'd pick up from there (actually it would be 21 years later. But same idea). This will be mostly about characters I made up. Harry, Hermoine, and the Weasleys will make appearances. The story is mostly based of their offspring.

Without further ado….

Chapter 1

The Past

Emma sat in the sunshine a dead flower in her hand, her mum sitting next to her. They sat on a blanket in forest behind their home. Emma frowned at the pitiful plant.

"What's that Emma?" Her mum asked.

"A dead flower."

"A shame how something so pretty can lose its beauty so quickly." Emma's mum shook her head, her golden hair shimmering in the sun.

"If only they never had to-" Emma's mum broke off as she witnessed her daughter do the unimaginable.

Emma smiled to herself as the flower's dead leaves turned vibrant green and healthy again. The pedals grew back to their beautiful yellow color.

"Pretty again." Emma hands the flower to her mum.

Emma's mother examines the flower for a moment before throwing it away. She stands up hastily pulling Emma by the arm.

"Mummy, ow!" Emma protested.

Emma's mother dragged her into the house, up the stairs, and into her bedroom, throwing her onto the bed and locking the door behind her. That night Emma Barker cries underneath her blankets as she hears her parents screaming in the other room.

Emma woke up one morning to hear her mum storming in her room.

"Up you get." Mrs. Barker pointed out the door, a cold look on her face.

Emma got up as quick as she could for she was sore from restless nights and her parents' strong grips. Emma quickly ran from the room in her pajamas and sat down without a sound on the couch. Her dad, carved from stone, sat across from Emma on a reclining chair. Her mum stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

Emma's dad sighed, "Em," he used the old nickname she was called as a child. Emma's mum whipped around at the sound of the nickname. It's not used much anymore. "Can you do your…whatever again?"

Emma resisted the urge to groan. Her parents have asked her time and time again to try to do what she did months ago in the forest, but it isn't easy. She's tried to explain that she can't control it. It just happens. But they won't hear it.

Emma shakes he head and says quietly, "No."

"Dammit Emma!" Mr. Barker slams his hand on the coffee table, causing Emma to jump. "Why not?"

"I-I d-don't know." Emma stammers.

"You do. Do it now."

"I can't" She barely whispers.

"NOW." He puts a finger roughly to her chest.

"I can't!" Emma screams back.

Mr. Barker slaps her across the face. Hard. Emma held her cheek with both hands. Her face burnt. Emma could feel the rage inside her boil over and before she knew what was happening, her dad was up against the wall. She stared at Mr. Barker being held against the wall by an invisible force. He appeared to be having trouble breathing. Emma only stared in shock.

"STOP." Emma's mother screamed.

Emma tried to stop whatever it was she was doing. Nothing happened except for Emma's dad face turning a deeper shade of purple.

"ENOUGH." Emma didn't know how but whatever force was choking Mr. Barker stopped. Mrs. Barker hurried forward to help her husband.

Mr. Barker gasped on the ground.

"Demon," he said under his breath. Emma ran into her room, slammed the door, and threw herself on the bed. She began to sob violently. She wasn't disturbed from her depression.

One night Emma sat on the ground one ear to the door, listening to her parents' conversation.

"What's wrong with her?" Her mother cries.

"No idea." Mr. Barker sighs.

"She almost killed you!"

"I was there." He snapped.

Silence.

"What's wrong with our daughter?" Mr. Barker whispered.

"She's no longer our daughter. An evil twin, more like." Mrs. Barker swallowed. "Whatever is in that room is not our daughter. A devil. It has replaced our daughter."

"A monster."

Emma held back her sob.

"We must be rid of this demon who dare replaces our dear, sweet Emma."

Emma sat straight up in bed gasping, cold sweat on the back of her neck. Once Emma controlled her breathing she looked at the clock on her night stand. 6:30am. Donna would be here soon to wake Emma up. As if on cue there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Emma! Up you get!" Emma cringed at the phrase, but obediently got up.

"Yes, Donna." She replied.

"Off to Hogwarts you go!" She said walking away. Emma swore she could hear Donna say under her breath, "And good riddance."

Emma Barker looked at her 11 year-old self in the mirror once she was fully dressed. She just had on a pair of jeans and a sweater. She would change into her school robes on the train. Emma grabbed her already-packed trunk and headed down the stairs. Emma was so excited to be out of this house and off the Hogwarts she had forgotten all about her nightmares from her past. She couldn't help but agree with Donna. It is about time!