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Rated M for the mature content that will happen very quickly within this story. Not this chapter mind you. This story will contain homosexual relationships; if you disagree with this then feel free to stab the back button on your browser. Other than the obvious, this story will contain high levels of violence and gore.

This is Harry Potter, next generation. The characters include Harry Potter and friends, their known children, and a few characters of my own creation. Because attitudes of the children were never really described... if you try to flame me about them not being "canon" then go bite yourself. And have a nice day, enjoy your read.  Please review!

Lion's Puppy

Chapter One

They say that he was the spitting image of his father. Imagine that, just for a moment; the amazing, world-famous Harry Potter's son looked just like him. Like his name sake, he had lightly tanned skin stretched over a lithe and powerful figure and stood at a respectable height of 5'10". His head was topped with untameable black hair, and the most vivid pair of sparkling emerald eyes.

James Potter (the second) leaned backwards rather languidly in his seat on the Hogwarts Express, watching his two younger siblings and his best friends in the entire world bicker back and forth between themselves. First of all, James watched his little brother and sister. His younger brother, Albus, looked remarkably similar to himself. This was to be expected; black hair was dominant over the soft garnet of his mothers' hair. Albus had a smaller build and paler green eyes, but his skin tone was a little darker like their dad. Also, Albus had natural red streaks in his hair. James then focused on his sister for a moment. She was two years younger than him; and was about to enter her fifth year at Hogwarts. This meant that Albus was about to enter his sixth year and he, James, was about to attend his final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lily Potter had a petit frame, much like her mother. Her pale skin was graced with a spattering of freckles, which looked a little odd with her dark hair. The three Potters had already changed into their school uniforms; black robes over 'muggle' or common clothes.

His focus switched momentarily to his friends; Hugo and Rose Weasley. Rose was the older of the two; tall and beautiful with fair skin and long auburn hair. She was the source of many a young man's wet dreams at school. She was going into her sixth year; a year younger than James. Hugo was a little on the chubby side and was often teased about it. He was also the only one in the group to have true red hair; his curly locks were almost hard to look at.

James was the oldest of this group, and often felt as though it was his duty to protect them. This was especially true of Rose and Lily; if anything happened to them James would always be the first one to rush to their defence. Actually, if ANY of his friends were in danger, James would be their guardian.

He gazed out the window of the train; the landscape was changing rapidly. This he knew from experience, as the heavy rain obscured the trains' surroundings. Without even realizing it, James let out a little sigh.

"You're scared to be finished, aren't you?" The sudden question directed at him made him jump a little. Rose laughed at him, taking a seat beside him. If they hadn't been cousins, everyone assumed that Rose and James would have hooked up, and probably would have been dating. She gazed into his eyes for a long moment; brown searching green. "But that's not the only thing on your mind. Spill, James!"

James rubbed his eyes wearily. "It's nothing Rosie, really. I'm not scared to graduate, I'm just..."

"You don't want to leave Hogwarts," Albus cut in now, sitting on the other side of his brother. Albus could sense that whatever his brother was thinking about, it was a heavy subject.

"It's not important," James said, closing his eyes now. They were about half way to Hogwarts, he guessed. He could ditch them in the crowd when everyone rushed off the train. "I just have a lot on my mind right now. I'll be fine kiddies, don't you worry about me." James laughed. This burst of happiness let the others relax a little; James would be just fine.

Only a few minutes later, there came a gentle knock on the compartment door, the only warning before it slid open. "Anything from the trolley dears?" The kind old lady asked, with a sweet smile on her face. The students loved when she came by; the younger students loved her because she brought them food. The older students recognized that she came around at almost exactly half way to Hogwarts. James was relieved, for both reasons.

Being related to Harry Potter meant that the cousins never had to scramble for a little spending money. A few dozen galleons and sickles later, the five Gryffindors were stuffing their faces with chocolate and candy.

The rest of the train ride went smoothly. Lily and Rose had been dragged out of the compartment by some of their other friends, leaving only the boys behind. Albus and Hugo played chess while quietly discussing the courses they were taking in the upcoming year. Albus excelled at charms, while Hugo just seemed like he couldn't grasp the concept half the time. On the other hand, Hugo showed a natural skill with potions, which everyone assumed he got from Hermione's side of the family.

James continued to stare out the window of the train. The rain had let up, and in the distance he could see Hogsmeade Village. The sun had gone down, James recognized the lights. It was difficult for him to think of this being the last time he would see the lights from this side of the village. Every moment the train brought him closer and closer to his favourite place in the world; and every moment the train brought him closer to the biggest cause of his confusion and frustration.

As the train slid to a stop, he quickly joined the large crowd of students leaving the train. He waited behind, however, to watch everyone get onto the carriages. He waited until finally, he caught sight of a brief flash of silver, and then the hunt began. James pushed through the crowds in hot pursuit, focused on nothing other than the task at hand. He would never forget what had happened before the summer break.

Pale fingers grasped at his robes. James prepared himself to be shoved, or to be punched, so when the smaller figure collapsed against him, heavy sobs wracking his thin frame, James was definitely shocked. He said nothing, just held the other in his arms. After a few minutes he realized that the crying had stopped. "Are you... going to be okay?" James asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"My father is a werewolf." The boy whispered, and looked up into James' green eyes with an expression of fear on his face. Without saying another word, he ran off; ashamed of his moment of weakness.

Finally, James caught up with his prey. He grabbed the silver-haired boys shoulder rather roughly, stopping him from moving. "Hey," James sounded confused as he looked into cold grey eyes. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Potter..." The younger boy stared up at the splitting image of his father's worst enemy. James stared at Malfoy with a look of shock. Scorpius Malfoy looked like he had gone through hell and back. Last year James recalled that Scorpius carried himself with confidence and pride in his name and who he was. Scorpius took pride that he was not his father and refused to sink to the same levels. He had always been a little on the small side and had always been thin, but the change over the summer was startling. When James had grabbed his shoulder he could feel the other boys shoulder bones; Scorpius' face was thin and his skin even paler than usual. There were dark bags under his pretty silver eyes.

Scorpius said nothing more; he wrenched his arm from James' grip and ran into the nearest carriage, which left shortly after. James let his hand fall to his side and just watched the other boy run away. All summer he had had such strange dreams of Malfoy, all of them depicting him in grave danger. James sighed, climbing into one of the carriages with a couple of third year Gryffindor boys. He would find out what happened to Scorpius Malfoy during the summer. It was his goal.