So, I've wanted to do this story for a long, long time now. I figure it has be published, or I will just keep procrastinating. The main story-line was created by Missphoenix55, who made a fantastic video about the next generation of wizards and witches. I will have the link to the video on my bio, and hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Below are the families and children, so you get a good idea of what's going on. The story is going to start out slow, but it will build up after a few chapters. I hope you enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Harry & Ginny: James Potter, Albus Potter, Lily Potter
Ron & Hermione: Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley
Remus & Tonks: Teddy Lupin
Bill & Fleur: Victoire, Dominique, Louis
Draco & Astoria: Scorpius
Percy & Audrey: Molly, Lucy
Luna & Rolf: Lorcan, Lysander
George & Angelina: Fred II, RoxanneNeville & Hannah: Frankie Longbottom: There is no other info regarding Neville and Hannah's children. I made up Frankie…in the video it's Freddie, but that's way to similar to Fred Weasley for the story. Sorry.
The fall of Lord Voldemort occurred in stages: his rise to power in the 1950s, and his eventual fall to Harry Potter, alias the Boy-Who-Lived, in 1980. In the year 1995, he was resurrected under the care of Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr. His eventual over- take of the wizard prison Azkaban in 1995 and first public appearance in early 1996 soon followed his return to power. Under the guise of Severus Snape, a double agent working against Lord Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore was murdered in 1996 and the overtake of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry soon followed. Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters were finally challenged by the students of Hogwarts and the secret anti-dark magic group known as the Order of the Phoenix. That same day, Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort once and for all.
Nineteen years later, the famed Harry Potter and his wife, Ginerva Weasley-Potter, watched their two oldest sons leave for Hogwarts. Harry Potter's scar hadn't pained him for nineteen years. All was well for his children and the next generation of wizards and witches.
This is where their story begins…
September 12th, 2027.
Jack's Place Pub, London: 11: 33 pm…
"So, you're a student?" Twenty-six year old James Potter leaned back in his chair, smiling at the woman with such nice legs next to him.
She turned and gave a little smile. "Yeah…I go to the local university. Studying commercial communication. Me mum thought it wouldn't be smart to get involved in something so minimally studied…"
He nodded. What the bloody hell is she saying? He kept nodding. Jesus H. Christ, those are nice legs…
"…And after my professor gives the 'okay', I'll be ready to take an internship in West End." She looked at him expectantly; he just stared back at her.
"That is wonderful," he responded smoothly. His eyes traveled downward again.
"Hello?" She slapped his face. "I'm up here," she snapped.
He blinked and looked at her. "I know that," He drank some of his whiskey. "I know," he reassured her. The girl narrowed her eyes and stood to leave. "Wait, come on!" He ran after her, and in the process of doing so, ran right into her large boyfriend.
"Cheyenne, is there a problem?" he asked, shoving James back.
"No, no problem, mate, we were just talking," He shot him a shit-eating grin.
His eye twitched. "You got something to say, buddy?" His friends came up from behind him with their girlfriends.
James shoved him back. "Not at all, cupcake."
He snarled and grabbed James' shirt. "Maybe you can't count, there are four of us and one of you!"
James smirked. He felt his wand in the back pocket of his jeans. He could rip them apart if he really wanted to. "So get more guys, and then it'll be an even fight," He slapped the man's cheek in a mocking manner. The man grabbed James and pulled him back. That's when the alcohol kicked in. James punched him right in the kisser. The man reeled for half-a-second and then he smacked him right back, sending James flying into the tables behind him.
"Another night of fun…" James mumbled.
"Son?" Harry was standing over a eleven-year-old James. "Son, just don't flourish your wand so much. You'll get it." James was distraught over not being able to perform the Expellriarmus charm in school.
James pouted. "You mastered this way before me! I'm never going to get it!"
Harry smiled at his son and handed him the wand. "Just try. One more time."
James sucked in a deep breath. "Expellriarmus!" Harry's wand flew out of his hand and onto the grass below. Harry shrugged when James looked in astonishment at the wand on the ground.
"You did it," he said, patting his shoulder.
"Son? Son?" Someone was shaking him. James opened his eyes and looked up at the blurry image above him. There was sticky blood on his face. Who was bleeding? He looked down at his hands and felt his cheeks.
Damn it.
"Wha…" he mumbled.
The man grabbed his arm and lifted him up. He saw a blue shimmer from a ring in his face. "Come on."
They sat at a lone table in silence. The bar had been cleared out long before and the only one left was the royally pissed off bartender, cleaning his glasses. "Professor Nathan Hyde," the man said as James stuffed more tissues into his excessively bleeding nostrils. Professor Hyde had curly, graying hair and was slightly tan with a bright smile. However, he hadn't seen the man smile after he drunkenly stated that he has a pretty ring. He frowned and cocked his head slightly. "I'm sorry about my students. They know better than to get into bar brawls." James just looked at the wall. He didn't need this now. "You know," he finally said, "I couldn't believe it when the bartender told me who you were."
James frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"James Potter, son of Harry and Ginerva Potter," he said. James narrowed his eyes. "Don't worry, I went to Hogwarts." James raised a brow.
"Teaching a bunch of local university students after going to Hogwarts? Sounds like a waste," James scoffed.
He nodded, frowning. "That's how some view it, yes. But I knew your father in school. Well, I didn't know him personally, but he was three years behind me. Good kid, he was. Great man. I see some of him in you, you know. You sought that fight out into the end, your father did just the same. The man never stopped; I always admired that about him."
James downed the small cup in front of him, sighing. "Hey, Benny? Can I get another…" he trailed at the look on Benny's face. "Nevermind," he turned back to the older man in front of him. "Yeah, good ol' dad sure made a name for himself," he said dryly.
Professor Hyde narrowed his eyes. "You are aware that your father was a great man, yes? Saved thousands of lives, including your mother's." James didn't respond. He knew what his father did, no one needed to remind him. He was a great man, a man James could never live up to. Professor Hyde leaned forward. "I dare you to do better, James."
James sucked in a harsh breath. "What?"
"I dare you to better. Make a name for yourself, since your father already made the family name even more famous than his father before."
He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head. "Why are you even talking to me, mate? You don't even know me, you really didn't know my father, either," James snapped. He looked down at the bloody tissue on the table. What was this man playing at?
He sighed. "There are dark forces always brewing. The Dark Lord doesn't have to be alive to create evil, you know. There's been talk for a few years now. History may just repeat itself, James. You, your brother, your sister, you have power that very few others have. If you want to diminish these dark forces once and for all, I would suggest you do better than your father did. That is, if you want to save those who are in danger. Think about it, James."
"You know, I really don't need…" James looked up. The man was gone. He rubbed his forehead. "I need to lay off the whiskey," he muttered.
"Where the hell have you been?" Lily Potter slammed the door behind James. It was 3: 00 in the morning and he had just walked in with blood caking his face and shirt. James' eyes widened slightly at the sight of his sister; Lily's face matched the color of her fiery red hair. "You know, I stay up all night, worried sick that—Stop that!" She grabbed the good napkin that he was wiping off his face with from his hands.
"Have a party?" he asked, picking up another napkin when she wasn't looking.
She grabbed the silverware off of the table. "No, it was Jeremy. He came over for—You know what? That's not important; what happened to you?"
He leaned against the wall, looking out of the window. "Ran my broom into the Tower of London," he responded.
She slammed the silverware that she was putting away onto the counter. "Damn it, James! Do you think this is funny?" She grabbed the other napkin from him. "You need to take life seriously," she said, pointing a knife in her hands at him. "You are twenty-bloody-six years old and you're living in my flat. I am juggling my job at the ministry and babysitting you and at least attempting to have a normal relationship with someone and, you know what? I just can't do it anymore! You need to get out and get a job. Tonight."
He smiled as she slammed the silverware into the drawers. "Lils, it's three in the morning."
She turned on him, face still red. "Then go clean yourself off and go to bed! But tomorrow afternoon—"
"You mean this afternoon?"
She inhaled deeply, her hand itching to grab her wand and hex him out of the window. "Yes, this afternoon, James. You are getting out and getting a proper job. I don't care if it's at the ministry, or in the muggle world or what! But get. A. Job."
He smirked. "Of course, sis." He walked back to his room, kissing her cheek. "Good night, dahling." James always knew he could get a smile out of her.
He was right. Lily chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Tomorrow afternoon, James Potter!" she called as he closed the door.
That night, he heard his father's voice before he fell asleep.
"Be the best you can be, James. Don't worry about failing, just do what you can and you will succeed in anything."
He sighed, "Yeah, if only I were so lucky, dad."
The Next Day: Ministry of Magic: 2:00 pm…
"What is he doing?" Rick Bell stood by the training room door, Victoire Weasley next to him. She rolled her eyes, pulling a piece of her almost-white hair behind her ear.
"Practicing. He's a bit on edge since Kingsley called us in. Remember Ursula Yikes?"
"Yeah, she died in February, right?"
"Yep. Kingsley told us that there have been eight other unsolved deaths in the past four months, now. Five of the killings were from the Ministry."
"The other three?"
"Muggles that were in the wrong place at the wrong time." Rick closed his eyes and shook his head. Eight in four months? Some muggles, too. This was definitely no coincidence; Rick felt his stomach clench at the thought of the possibility of a dark force behind the killings.
"What does the minister want to do about this?"
"He doesn't want to make this public. He's afraid of a fear pandemic, like when You-Know-Who came back into power."
Rick frowned. "Then what are we going to do? Just let more die?"
"I don't know, Rick. Okay, I'm sorry, but that's not my department. I just do the dirty work."
Albus Potter hit several targets with his wand while apparating and dissaparating from spot to spot. He hit the last target, which flew into the wall with a resounding smash, and smiled at his work. Looking around the corner of the room, he called out, "Leah!"
A tan young woman with long dirty blonde hair in a ponytail ran up to him. "What's up?"
"I need some reports that were filed on recent activity involving unsolved murder cases." She bit her lip, giving him a sorry look. He cocked his head to the side, wiping off his glasses on his shirt. "What?"
"Well…I'm not supposed to give anyone clearance to those files."
"What? Why?" He narrowed his eyes, clenching the wand tightly.
"Kingsley doesn't want to cause a panic. He's dealt with this before and knows that now is the time to wait, Albus."
"What? Ah, is Kingsley going mad?" Albus turned around, kicking a training dummy violently, causing it to topple over in a heap. If there was one thing Albus inherited from his father other than looks, it was definitely a foul temper.
Leah jumped at the sudden outburst, her face softening. "Don't say that, you'll get us both in trouble!" she tried to joke. Albus only glared at the floor. She rolled her eyes, sighing, "Now, I can't give you any clearance to those files right now," She raised her eyebrows. "You'll have to just wait until later, after some of this has blown over tonight. Got it?"
He nodded, trying to hide a smile. He could always count on Leah. His Leah. "Yeah, I think I got it."
"Good." She kissed his cheek. "See you tonight."
Victoire and Rick came over, stopping with their heads cocked as Albus stared off after his fiancé. "She is some woman," mused Rick. Albus blinked, turning back to his friend.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, some woman…Oi! Keep your eyes to yourself!" Rick laughed.
"You gonna' get your hands on that information tonight, then?" asked Victoire.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. We're having dinner tonight and going over the guest list and then I'll get it." He summoned a small rag into his hands and wiped any sweat off of his neck and forehead, leaning against the wall.
She rolled her eyes, clapping her hands together. "Aren't you two cute? Such a sweet little couple!" she squealed, clapping her hands together.
"As I recall, my first ride to Hogwarts you and Teddy couldn't keep your hands off of each other. You still couldn't seven years later," he said pointedly.
She waved a hand in the air, blowing off the old hurt. "Teddy's gone his own way. He's doing…well, he's doing. And I'm here, doing what I've wanted to do for years. I think we're both perfectly content where we are."
He shook his head, grabbing some things from the room. "I'm sure you are, Victoire."
She grabbed her wand from her robes. "And what does that mean?"
He smiled, despite the fact that his quite possibly insane cousin was pointing a wand at his throat. "What does it sound like?" He walked toward the door. "I'll send an owl to you tomorrow, Rick," He made his way into the hallway. "See you tomorrow, Vicky," he called behind his back.
She fumed. "Victoire!" she shouted with a perfect French accent on her name. He only chuckled, using his wand to close the door behind him. She turned to Rick, wand still in her hand. "I don't need a man in my life, especially Ted Lupin, to be happy! Do I?"
Rick's eyes widened. "No…" He made his way out the door. "Of course not, Victoire. I'll talk to you tomorrow!" he called, quickly making his way out of the training room.
Victoire stood there, glaring at the empty space in front of her. She remembered that day at King's Cross.
"So, you're the famous Theodore Lupin?" she asked, leaning against the wall.
It was her first time in England, her mother had moved to France when she was very young and her sister still a baby; of course her father followed, working for an international magic corporation. She could tell who Teddy was the moment she saw him. His bright turquoise hair stood out from at least twenty feet away and he'd been changing his face into animals for his younger friends. She had waited until they had left to walk up to him to greet the boy she'd heard about nonstop from her cousins. He was handsome, an unusual trait for nineteen year-old boys.
He smiled, cocky. "Teddy, love. Just Teddy. And you must be Victoire."
"I am. I've heard so much about you from the letters from my cousins."
The smile grew and he leaned in close to her. She didn't bother to move away; she loved the attention boys gave her. "Really? What do you think, then?" She was the prettiest girl he'd seen. And he knew some pretty girls. As the unofficial ladies man of Hogwarts, Teddy Lupin loved when girls would try and flirt with him. Oh, he knew alright. But here's the rub, Ted Remus Lupin always wins. Always.
"I think," She leaned into him, trying to surprise him. "That you're a popular boy here."
"Is that so?" He said, grinning cheekily.
She leaned even closer, blowing a little of her breath into his face. He blinked, but didn't back down. "Mhmm, it's so."
"Good." He went in for the kill. Kissing her passionately, he waited for any sign of displeasure. There were none.
Victoire was surprised he'd been so…bold with her. Not many boys were as brave around her as this one. And she liked it. She liked that little spark of mischief and passion in his eyes that would show when she teased him. When his kiss came, she didn't pull away. In fact, she leaned into it, enjoying the moment. This one was definitely a keeper. Faintly, she thought she heard someone, a young boy's voice, call out. "Bloody hell!"
It was just her imagination…
Tears threatening to escape, she held her head high…
…And promptly blasted all the remaining objects in the room to smithereens.
Waylon Market ,Exchange Employment Agency: 4:12 pm…
"So, Mr. Potter, can you tell me a little bit about yourself? Where do you want to be in ten years?"
James sat in the uncomfortable chair, looking at the chubby company employer with distaste. He squirmed in his khaki pants and button-down shirt that Lily made him wear and pulled at his collar slightly. "I would like to be in a steady, well-paying job in ten years." She raised an eyebrow.
"I see. Now, are there any special abilities or talents you can bring to the "Waylon Market Exchange" family?"
"Abilities?"
She nodded. "Yes, what makes you different? What makes you, you?
He stared at her for a moment. Lily had told him how to answer to muggle employers. They didn't require what the ministry required. Sighing, he prepared to give the proper answers dictated to him this morning. "I'm a team player," he recited. "I know when to be a leader, but also when it's time to let someone else lead. I'll work whenever you need me, but family is my main focus. I have a brother and a sister and several cousins and their families. I'm a family man as well as a…" He stopped, sighing. He couldn't do this. Taking the smile off of his face, he looked at the chubby woman in the eyes. "Look, I'm going to be honest. I'm not a hard worker, never have been. I've been able to get by in school due to my dad's help and the fact that some things just came easy to me. I haven't been able to hold onto a decent job for more than four months. I am a known alcoholic, even though I have so much to live for, according to some tosser that got me out of a bar-fight last night. My brother and I haven't spoken in three years and my sister only keeps me around because she feels sorry for me. My mum and dad live in their perfect little house with my aunt and uncle close by, but I never visit. I was tossed out of the house Christmas Eve with my baby cousins watching me throw up in the front lawn; I haven't seen them in God-knows-how-long and the pathetic thing is that I don't think I care all that much. That's me. Take it or leave it, ma'am. Oh, and I can do things with magic; if you want, I can transport from this chair to the other end of the room," he smiled brightly. The woman raised her eyebrows.
"So, how'd it go?" Lily asked as James got into the car.
"Got escorted out of the building," he responded, closing the door. Lily's smile faded and her eyes widened. Closing her eyes, she sighed and put her head on the steering wheel.
"What did you do?"
"I told her the truth." Lily groaned and pounded her head on the wheel for a few minutes.
"Alright," Putting the car into drive, she sped out of the parking lot. "Let's go get some lunch." She grit her teeth and drove fast and hard. He was never going to learn.
On the way there, James looked out the window. He'd seen the tears of frustration well up in his sister's eyes. A throbbing pain erupted in his chest when he saw the one tear fall. He'd hurt her again. He'd hurt her with his pride and his arrogance. There was no apology needed, he knew that. The only way to get by without an argument today was silence. Looking out the window, he watched all the people walk by on the streets. It was when they passed a lone phone booth, he saw him. The man was standing there with a cardboard sign. "Do Better For Yourself. Magically Transform Your Image", it read. The man had graying curly hair and a blue ring on his left hand.
"Professor Hyde?" he asked out loud.
"What?" Lily turned to him, concerned.
"Stop the car. Now!" Lily quickly pulled over and James jumped out of the car. Running to the phone booth, he stopped and looked around. Frantically looking from person to person, he tried to find the professor from the previous night. "What the…" he breathed.
"James! Bloody hell, don't do that! What's wrong with you?" She grabbed his arm. "Hello? James?" He turned to her a moment later, seeing the concern on her face. "What is going on with you?" she asked, feeling his forehead.
Rolling his eyes, he pulled away. "He was standing right there, Lils. Right by the phone booth."
She looked at the phone booth, frowning. "You mean the guest entrance?"
"What?"
"The guest entrance to the Ministry. This is it." Breathing a sigh of relief, she patted his shoulder. "You probably just saw someone you recognized go into it, right?" She laughed lightly, although it was evident she didn't quite believe her own words, and turned back around.
He blinked. Guest entrance? Shaking his head, he walked back to the car. "Yeah, I guess…Let's go, I'm hungry," he muttered.
Slamming the door, he put his head against the headrest. What was wrong with him, anymore? Lily got in a minute later, looking at him with her questioning brown eyes. "Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"
"I don't need a Goddamned doctor, Lily!" he shouted.
She flinched at his voice, but didn't say anything after. "Fine. You don't need anyone, James. I get it." He knew she didn't just mean the doctor. "Put your seatbelt on, then."
He grumbled to himself and closed his eyes. What happened to him? He used to be "James Potter the Ladies Man" and "James Potter the Trouble Maker". Now he was just a loser. A
bum. Thinking about Professor Hyde's words, he remembered the sign by the phone booth. "Do Better. Magically Transform Your Life". Eyes snapping open, he turned to Lily.
"Are there any open jobs at the Ministry?" he asked.
She blinked. He wanted a… "I-I don't know, why?"
"Well, you work there. Albus works there. Why not add the third Potter to the bunch?"
She frowned. He'd been acting strange lately and she wanted to know why. She answered cautiously, "I could find something, I'm sure. Despite your last…job, I'm sure I can get a few strings pulled, again," she muttered the last part under her breath. "But you'd have to be committed; no being late, no coming in drunk, no getting fired after only a couple months. I refuse to relive that episode, James." She gave him a pointed look.
He brushed it off, and continued talking. "Yeah, I understand, Lily. Just…can you get me a job or not?"
Shaking her head, she turned into the restaurant parking lot. He needed this. James could do it, she had no doubt. He just had to stay focused. If she was there to check in on him from time to time, he wouldn't get in trouble too easily. Finally deciding in her head, she answered him, "I can."
"You always were my favorite, Lils!" He kissed her cheek, smiling. "How about lunch on me?"
Lily dropped her head against the headrest when he practically bounced into the restaurant. "Oh, James," she muttered.
Albus Potter's apartment: 7:30 pm
"I love you," whispered Leah as Albus kissed her.
"I love you, too," he answered back. She smiled into the kiss.
Pulling away, he poured her more wine. It was just a simple night of spaghetti and wine in Albus' apartment. She turned a few pages in her notebook, pen in her ear. "Alright, we've got everyone in your family and everyone in mine. We put Rick, Jodel, Ronan, Daniel, Elise, Heather, Erik, and Kevin from work. You said you wanted this small; is there anyone else you want?"
Albus looked over the list. "Nope. I'm good with that. You?"
"I'm fine with this. Just family and friends. I mean, your family takes up a fair majority of the list," she joked. Leah had one sister and only four cousins in her entire family. Whereas Albus had the whole Weasley side of the family, plus his Uncle Dudley and his family. It was a large clan to say the least.
"I think it's perfect." He scanned over his family, making sure no one was accidentally left out. A particular name caught his eye. "You're inviting James?"
Leah nodded, chewing on the spaghetti. "Of course. He's your brother, Albus. Even if he doesn't come, he deserves an invitation."
Albus sighed. He loved his brother. He just didn't know if inviting him would be the best of ideas. They hadn't talked in three years and he had heard from Lily that James was out drinking every night…and would come home with a bloody shirt and bruises in the early morning. It pained him to know that his brother was out slowly killing himself and that he could do nothing about it. Nodding slowly, he handed her the notebook.
"Alright. We invite him. But he gets no alcohol at the reception."
Leah nodded, frowning slightly. "So, you've made the arrangements with Hugo, right?"
"I have. He knows exactly what he's going to do. He's already got the speech made."
Leah laughed. "Well, Heidi has a general idea of what she needs to do. I don't think she quite knows what a bride's maid is." Heidi McLaggen was a nice woman, but she wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree. She was always…well, she was Heidi. There wasn't much more to say.
Albus laughed. "Alright. We've got the wedding handled. Now, what about those files?"
A smug look on her face, Leah pulled the files out of her bag with her wand and had them float into Albus' lap. He gave her a look before opening them. Scanning over some records and muggle police reports, Albus' face grew more and more concerned.
Ara AmouraMinistry Official: "Internal Affairs" Age: 38Time of death: Approximately 11:53 pm, April 7th, 2027No definite cause of death. No internal failures, no external harm. Presumably the Death Curse was used.
Hector Jennings
Ministry Official: "Auror"Age: 59Time of death: Approximately 11:32 pm, May 25th, 2027No definite cause of death. No internal failures, no external harm. Presumably the Death Curse was used.
Viola Patterson Ministry Official: "Auror"Age: 29Time of death: Approximately 11:45 pm, July 4th, 2027
No definite cause of death. No internal failures, no external harm. Presumably the Death Curse was used.
Serena Xenior Ministry Official: "Internal Affairs"Age: 29Time of death: Approximately 11:24 pm, July 18th, 2027
No definite cause of death. No internal failures, no external harm. Presumably the Death Curse was used.
Gregory Newman Ministry Official: "Auror"Age: 43
Time of death: Approximately 11:56 pm, July 23rd, 2027
Crushed by rubble from local building. Presumably the building had been hit with the "Reducto" spell.
Muggle Deaths:
Abigail Thrash Age: 32
Time of death: Approximately 11:56 pm, July 23rd, 2027
Crushed by rubble from local building. Presumably the building had been hit with the "Reducto" spell.
Ivan Marks
Age: 25Time of death: Approximately 11:56 pm, July 23rd, 2027
Crushed by rubble from local building. Presumably the building had been hit with the "Reducto" spell.
Jacob Johnson
Age: 54Time of death: Approximately 11:56 pm, July 23rd, 2027
Crushed by rubble from local building. Presumably the building had been hit with the "Reducto" spell.
Albus frowned, putting the papers down. There was several files after it, all speculating what actually happened to those Ministry officials. He was speechless. There was silence as Leah waited for him to speak. "He fought back," he finally said.
"Who, love?"
"Gregory Newman. The Auror. He fought back and ended up getting himself, and three muggles, crushed to death."
Leah put an arm around his waist, pulling him close. "He fought back? Was he was in danger? What does this mean?"
Albus turned to her. "Yes. It also means…that Gregory Newman, and the other four officials, were attacked by someone. And that someone wanted them dead for a reason."
There was an eerie silence as they both looked at the file laying on the table. Somehow, that little plastic holder seemed so much more dangerous than before.
1245 Huntington Woods, Oxford: 11:44 pm…
The young woman's head snapped around at the noise. Someone was following her, that much she knew. Wand held tightly, she prepared for any attack that came. There was a rustle from the bushes. She spun around, wand aimed at the bushes. "Who's there? Show yourself!" There was more rustling from the bushes and the woman backed up further. More rustling and a few low whispers came from the bushes ahead. "Show yourself!" she screeched, extreme fear and desperation evident in her voice this time.
"Pashaaaaassssaaaathaaaa," came the whisper. She cocked her head slightly, and breathed heavily. Her eyes darted around widely. "Shathaaaaphaaashaaaa…" came again. "Sihahashiiiiimmmm." Gulping, she took a hesitant step forward. Looking through the bushes, she saw two golden eyes peering out at her.
"Who…?"
There was a blinding flash of green light.
And then nothing.
Yes, the first few scenes were definitely taken from the video.
I always imagined that training rooms of the ministry had dummies or targets for practice. Kind of like the Order of the Phoenix when they trained.
Albus and Leah are getting married. There's also Jeremy and Lily, who you'll hear about later. And, of course, Hugo's got someone, too. More character romance may appear.
I know it's not my best work, but I'm pretty sure it'll get better :) So, I hope you enjoyed and have a great day!
~Devil