Hi guys, its Shni here! Enter my first Harry Potter multi-fic! I started this a while ago, and it's just been sitting there, metaphorically rotting in the depths of my computer memory for ages. Recently, a friend told me to upload it, so here it is! It's basically a continuation of the series, (as if there aren't already too many of those floating around in the Fanfiction Universe), and is the story of the Golden Trio's (plus other's) children at Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy it, and take the time to click that otherwise very lonely little button at the end. Right there, that little one that says 'Review'. See it? Yes, once you reach it, click that, type something lovely and constructive into the little box, and hit send. So, without further ado, *cue dramatic music*, let the story begin! *theatrical curtain rise*.

Prologue

The sound of shovels, crunching loudly against the dry ground, echoed among the trees. The moon was the only light in the forest, casting eerie shadows across the clearing.

Around the clearing were deep holes, scattered intermittently. On the surface, several men, clad from head to toe in black robes, were walking around, occasionally pausing to peer down one of the holes or talk to each other in hushed voices. A deep voice suddenly called from the bottom of one of the holes, breaking through the silence.

'Hey, Alek, I think we found something'

A lean, olive-toned man, who was perched at the edge of the hole, called back in an unpleasant nasal voice;

'Well, Tarien, what are you waiting for? Bring it up here'

A flash of light shone from the hole for the briefest of moments, followed by a large, burly and dirt-covered man floating out. He had a shovel in one hand, and something else clutched in the other. He held the unknown object out. 'Is this what you're looking for?' He asked, dropping it into Alek's outstretched hand. Alek held the object up to the weak moonlight, brushing the dirt and dust off it.

It was a stone; blackened from the years spent underground. It glinted and shone with a sort-of...luminosity, a kind of gleam that Alek couldn't place. The stone was ice cold, but when his fingers touched it, they tingled warmly with a strange kind of electricity. With his eyes still fixed on the strange stone, he smiled a sickening grin, showing Tarien a set of grotesque yellow-brown teeth. 'Yes' he breathed, stroking it gently before tucking into the pocket of his cloak. 'This is exactly what I'm looking for'.