A/N - So, this story is a collaboration between me, my awesome friend ParticularlyGoodFINDer44 (go read her story/ies, they're epic) and one of our other awesome friends. This first chapter's by ParticularlyGoodFINDer44 and as far as our plans go at the moment I'll be writing Dominique, Scorpius and Rose, she'll write Ginny, James and Teddy and our friend will write an OC. Next chapter will almost certainly be up this weekednd :) But if you're interested, I am still writing my other story. Slowly.

Disclaimer - None of us own Harry Potter. If we ever gain ownership of it we'll tell you.

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"One copy of 'The Standard Book of Spells Grade 5' please" said Ginny, handing over the silver Sickles. Albus had managed to forget to buy his copy, and the day before he was due to leave for Hogwarts, he asked Ginny to get him one. Ginny didn't really see why he couldn't come himself to get it, but he had told her he had some 'important stuff' to do, and she wasn't likely to get any more information than that. She was surprised: forgetting the book was something James would be more likely to do. The shop owner handed over the book, and she walked out of Flourish and Blotts into Diagon Alley.

It was quiet that morning, just the way Ginny liked it. No crowds of Quidditch fans jostling to get an autograph, or even a glimpse of the famous Holyhead Harpies player, sports reporter, and of course Harry Potter's wife. She crossed the street, and walked into the Daily Prophet.

"Morning" Ginny said to the receptionist, whose name continuously escaped her. She was a short, rather round witch, whose laugh that set Ginny's teeth on edge, amiable and constant nattering and gossiping really got on Ginny's nerves sometimes. She was one of those people who you really don't want to talk to, because she would make you sit there and talk about nothing for hours, and Ginny wasn't in the mood today.

"Morning, Ginny" she gushed. "There is someone to see you from the Ministry! He is waiting for you in the office. He just walked in without me telling him to go and wait for you or anything! He looks very official. I-"

"Thanks, I'll see you later" Ginny interrupted. She really wasn't in the mood today. She went in through the doors labelled Ginny Potter: Sports Reporter. Inside- sitting at her desk, Ginny noticed with annoyance- was a tall young man, with neat robes, and a rather fixed smile.

"Good morning, Mrs Weasley!" the man said energetically. "My name is Elias Gudgeon, and I am head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Now, I am here to give you a job preposition. I'm sure you will have heard of the Triwizard Tournament. Yes, of course, you were there during the last tournament, with that tragic death, very tragic." Not pausing for an answer, he continued. "Anyway, the Department of Magical Games and Sports have decided to give the Tournament another try; we have decided that there is no threat to students, now that the war is over, so it will be completely safe for all involved. The tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year, and as a sports reporter, we would like you to report on the whole thing. So what do you think?" Finally he stopped, and Ginny awkwardly cleared her throat.

"Hogwarts? Did you say the tournament is at Hogwarts?" James

"Yes, yes."

Oh no, of course James would enter! He could get seriously hurt, or worse. Ginny couldn't bear to lose another person she loved; she lost Fred, she wasn't about to let her son put himself into danger! But how could she stop him? She would have to talk to Harry.

"Mrs Potter?" Gudgeon asked. Ginny jumped. She hadn't realised she had been staring into space for the last minute, a worried frown on her face.

"Yes, um, of course I will do it!" she decided. Anything to keep close to James, and try to stop him doing anything stupid.

"Wonderful! The students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, and I would like you to be there on the first for the selection of the school champions. You will be working with another reporter from the Daily Prophet, who will be covering the stories of the students, whilst you will be covering the challenges." He looked at a pocket watch in his robes. "Now I really must go: I have a busy schedule. Good day!" He left before Ginny could answer, leaving the office quiet.

This was big! The Triwizard Tournament! Ginny smiled to herself. She was worried about James though. She spent the rest of the day absent-mindedly attempting to write a column about the upcoming game between Puddlemere United and the Tutshill Tornados. Unable to concentrate, she signed out early (avoiding the receptionist's eager questioning), and apparated into the kitchen, causing a very startled Harry to drop a kettle of water on the floor.

"Sorry dear," Ginny said, cleaning up the mess with a wave of her wand. "Did you have a good day at the auror office?"

"A normal day really," answered Harry. "We are trying to chase down a guy who has been setting fire to a load of Muggle buildings, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to track down his location. What about you?"

"I had a visit from the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports." Ginny filled Harry in about her visit from Elias Gudgeon, and the Triwizard Tournament. When she was finished explaining her worries about James, Harry looked unperturbed.

"I don't think that you should worry about James" He said after a pause. "He needs some freedom to make his own decisions. If you forbid him from entering, he will only want to do it more. He's nearly seventeen, Ginny. And from what you have said, there won't be any danger for him anyway!"

Ginny sighed. There was obviously not going to be any help coming from Harry.

"Can you just tell him not to do anything reckless then? He probably won't listen to me."

"Alright," Harry conceded "but he probably won't listen to me either, you know James."

Of course the Potters left late the next morning: James overslept, and Albus didn't wake him up when he was supposed to, and then five minutes into the journey to King's Cross, Lily realised that she had forgotten her wand, and they had to go back and get it. And so, the Potters found themselves at the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10 at five minutes to eleven.

"Quick James, you first!" Harry said urgently. "You next, Al! Quickly!" as Albus disappeared through the barrier, Lily following behind, Ginny grabbed Harry's arm.

"Remember what I said about talking to James" she said.

"Okay okay, I will love! If he hasn't already got on the train by now, of course!" Harry answered, slightly exasperatedly. "Now let's go!" They walked through the barrier together, into the mass of students, parents and cats that was Platform 9 and 3/4.

Ginny spotted her children chatting to their cousins, who were standing with her brothers and sisters in law. Ginny rolled her eyes. They had been with the whole Weasley family for most of the summer, yet it looked like Albus and Lily hadn't seen Rose and Hugo for years. James and his best friend Fred (George's son) were looking suspiciously like they were planning something already and the train hadn't even left! But then they were James and Fred, so that wasn't really anything new.

"Have a great year, sweetheart" said Ginny, pulling Lily into a tight hug. "Enjoy yourself."

"Bye Mum" muttered Lily sadly. "I'll write soon!"

As Ginny said goodbye to Albus, she gave Harry a meaningful look. He nodded slightly, and Ginny watched from the corner of her eye as he pulled James aside just as he was about to board the Hogwarts Express.

As the young Potters boarded the train, Harry pulled Ginny into a tight hug.

"They'll be alright," he whispered. "You'll see." They stood there waving with the other parents long after the train had left, and then apparated to the Leaky Cauldron for a celebratory pint of Butterbeer with the Weasleys.

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