Emma Lupin sat on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs backwards and forwards, her fingers drumming impatiently on the mattress. Her mother had told her not to worry, and that she would love her no matter what, but Emma knew that deep down she would be disappointed if she didn't get a letter. And while her brain was imagining the possible futures of her being a squib, and being disowned from her loving family, Emma's eyes gazed into the lightening sky, in a silent prayer.
Edward Lupin was dealing with the wait differently. He too had woken at the crack of dawn, and had looked out of the window longingly, just in case an owl was flying towards him carrying the letter of acceptance. However, instead of wasting his first Saturday as an eleven year-old, he decided to prove to not only Headmistress McGonagall but to the entire world that he, Edward Lupin, was worthy of a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In his attempts, he had already broken eight plates, but one plate sat proudly on the counter, a slightly darker blue than it was previously.
Deciding that was enough of a display of his magical capabilities, Edward wandered into the garden and threw himself onto the ground theatrically. The sudden movement caught the eyes of his twin sister, who was shaking her head at his apparent lack of concern.
After tugging her window open, she leaned out to look down on her twin brother condescendingly.
'Honestly, Ted, aren't you worried at all?' She called out, loud enough for him to hear but not enough to wake up their parents.
He grinned up at her, and gestured to the garden around him. 'I think the fact that I am here, and not asleep in my bed at this ungodly hour suggests that yes, I am slightly worried.'
She laughed, and had to agree with his reasoning. Ted never woke up before ten o'clock at the weekends, a habit which he had picked up from their mother.
'Ted, I'm worried.' She murmured, forgetting he was two floors below her. 'What if I don't get in, Teddy?' She said, raising her voice slightly, hoping that her brother hadn't noticed the slight quiver.
He merely raised his eyebrows, and gave her a comical look of disbelief.
'Edward, I'm serious!' She whined, earning her a cheesy grin and a wink.
'As am I, my darling little Leah,' he mimicked, using the affectionate name she only allowed their father to use.
'I'll get you for that!' She practically yelled, her eyes narrowing into a feline scowl.
He leapt up from his reclined position, ready to face the oncoming attack from the creature others knew as Emelia Lupin. As soon as he saw her charging out onto the patio, he scurried behind the tree and peeped out. His fear was only slightly exaggerated; his sister really was a huge threat when angered.
'Now, now, Emmy, darling. We really don't want to...'
'Oh be quiet, Edward, no one wants to hear your voice.' She muttered, her blunt comments only betrayed by the huge grin on her face. He made a strange noise halfway between a laugh and a squeak of indignation, which caused both of them to erupt into a fit of laughter.
Victoire Weasley awoke incredibly early to the sound of squeals and giggles coming from the garden. She scrambled out of bed, elbowing her husband 'accidentally on-purpose' as she didn't think it was fair for him to continue sleeping while she was very much awake. Walking over to the window, she saw her twin children rolling on the grass which was still wet with dew from the night. 'What are you two up to down there?' She asked, unable to keep a smile off her face after seeing their cheeky smirks.
Emma was trying to explain, but at least every other word was incomprehensible due to screams of laughter coming from her son.
The two females of the family shared a look of slight terror. The elder Ted Lupin, after one look at the scene below him, shook his head at his daughter. 'I don't want to know.' He sighed.
'Long story short, Edward's a cross between a Hippogriff, an alcoholic and Hagrid!' Emma explained with a perfectly straight face, which made both of her parents look at her, horrified.
'Well there's an image I won't be forgetting anytime soon.' Ted Lupin muttered, shaking his head.
Before long both Edward and Emma Lupin had forgotten why they had woken up so early in the first place.
Breakfast in the Lupin household was always eventful, and this was no exception. Emma burst out laughing at the slightest provocation, and had fallen off her chair three times already. Edward was still attempting to change the colour of the plates, breaking them almost as quickly as his mother was repairing them.
'Teddy, please,' She scolded him lightheartedly, 'I'm pleased you're taking an interest in your studies for once, but could you perhaps practice this not during breakfast?'
He groaned as another plate cracked down the middle. 'Mum, you distracted me! And I need to practice as much as I can so when I go to Hogwarts...' He trailed off, and glanced at his sister who had finally stopped laughing.
'What time is it, daddy?' She asked hurriedly, while jumping of her chair and rushing to the window.
'It just turned eight,' He replied, and before she could ask her next question, he continued, 'The post usually comes at about nine.'
She nodded, and wandered over to her mother, and clambered awkwardly onto her lap. Stroking her hair absentmindedly, Victoire Weasley turned slightly to smile at her son. 'There's no reason to be worried, you know. That plate alone is proof that you can do magic.' She gestured to the one plate on the sideboard, still bearing that slightly darker blue. 'And you, Emmy, your first display of accidental magic was so impressive that I don't think anyone who saw it could deny you a place at Hogwarts.'
Both of her children gave her small smiles, and after thanking their father for cooking breakfast, rushed into the garden.
As they lay under the tree that had been the cause of so many crashes in Quidditch, they talked about what house they thought they'd be in, and what the teachers would be like. Their conversation became so animated that neither of them heard the owl that came in through the open window.
Inside the house, Ted picked up the letters and scanned through them quickly. He glanced at his wife with a grin, 'One for Teddy, and one for Leah.'
She smiled and hugged him from behind. 'I'm going to miss them so much.'
He turned around and kissed her on the forehead. 'Yeah, just you and I in the house. That's going to be great, isn't it?' He muttered sarcastically.
'Teddy Lupin!' She scowled, and snatched the letters from his hand. 'Do you want to give them these or should I?'
He backed away from her, smirking. 'You can do it, I don't particularly want to be anywhere near them when the shrieking begins!'
Sighing, she exited the kitchen, and ran across the garden, almost as excited as her children.
'Mum, are those our letters?' Edward leapt up eagerly, and Emma quickly followed suit. Victoire presented them with their Hogwarts sealed envelopes.
Edward opened it slowly, careful not to rip the most precious letter he thought he'd ever receive, whereas Emma ripped it open frantically, just wanting confirmation that she was actually about to attend Hogwarts.
Despite finishing the letter at very different times, they both got to the same conclusion.
They were going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Hi,
I'm new to fanfiction, and The New Generation is my first one. Thanks so much for reading it if you have, and for helping me to get started. I'm sure you hear this a lot, but please favourite it if you did like it, and if you didn't I would really appreciate it if you reviewed. For a beginner any criticism is constructive.
For now, I think I'll just focus on this story, and if people seem to like it, I'll do a second year one and continue from there. I have also begun a Warriors one, and I'd really appreciate it if you gave it a look.
Anyway, I'm a 15 year old girl from London, and despite hating English as a subject, I've always loved writing stories and making up characters. I guess that's why this story (and the Warriors one, actually) are about characters who don't exist in the books, as I don't like using characters who already exist, because it feels too restricted.
Thanks for taking the time to read this and PM me if you want to know anything, I guess.
The Warts of the Hog (like Hog Warts, get it?! Yes, that is what my sense of humour is always like. Be concerned.)