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Chapter One: Beginnings

July 14, 2012

It was an incredibly hot day at the Potter household. Harry Potter sat on the bright green grass in the large backyard and smiled. His two sons were running around throwing clumps of dirt at each other, and Harry knew he would have to Scourgify them good before his wife came home.

"Daddy!" Harry looked down at the tiny girl seated on his lap and ruffled her bright red hair.

"Yes, beautiful?" he asked his daughter. The four year old giggled and stood up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you," Lily whispered in his ear, and Harry felt his heart swell up with adoration as he kissed her tiny nose.

"I-..." Harry was cut off as a pile of dirt smacked him in the head, covering him and Lily in brown soil. Lily instantly began to cry, and Harry raised an eyebrow at his sons.

"Sorry Daddy!"

"It was all Al's fault!"

"You threw it!"

"BOYS!" Harry exclaimed, shaking his head. "It's alright, just watch your sister so I can get my wand to clean us up."

Lily wailed and clutched Harry's hand. Harry knew how much his daughter hated being dirty, and he wiped a smudge of the filth off her cheek.

"Daddy, I can cheer her up!" Albus, Harry's middle son, practically skipped over to Lily and knelt down. Harry watched as the six year old dug a small hole in the ground with his hand, then pointed at it. His bright green eyes glowed slightly, and Harry suddenly smelled freshly cut grass.

"Lily, look!" Al grinned. Before the four Potters, a large plant poked through the dirt, getting bigger and taller, until it was the same height as Harry's waist. His green eyes widened in disbelief as a giant flower bloomed on the top. It was pure white and smelled amazing, and the long petals moved gently with a tiny summer breeze.

"Al..." Harry started, but he was interupted by his daughter's squeal of glee. She touched the petals and grinned.

"Thanks, Al!" she laughed.

Albus's eyes stopped their eerie glowing, and the six year old swayed, then fell back onto his bottom. Harry's paternaly instincts kicked in, and immediately he was next to his son and holding him up.

"Al, how did you do that?" Harry asked, brushing some of the dark hair away from the small face.

"Lilium candidum," Albus muttered. "White lily."

Harry's mind was going faster than his Firebolt III, wondering how his little boy had made the flower. It seemed intentional, not like the accidental magic that James and Lily sometimes caused. Albus seemed to be in complete control, and the way his eyes glowed...

Harry bit his lip and told James to get his wand. There was only one person alive who might know what was wrong with him, and Harry intended to find out.

"Hugo, give me back my shoe!"

"No!"

"Hugo!"

"No!"

Ron Weasley chuckled to himself as his two children argued in the other room. How Hugo had gotten hold of Rose's shoe to begin with was something he didn't really want to know.

"And then, a giant flower grew out of the ground?" Ron heard his wife, Hermione ask. He focused on the two people in front of him, while at the same time listening for any danger his children might get into. His best friend, Harry Potter, had sent a Patronus to them a few hours ago, asking if he could come over. Now he sat with his hand on his cheek, and his eyes unfocused, as if he were watching something that wasn't really there.

"It was huge," Harry explained, looking up at Hermione. "And his eyes... they glowed green."

Ron raised an eyebrow, and looked at his wife. He'd known her practically his whole life, but her beauty never seemed to lessen. Her brown hair was pulled back, and her eyebrows were furrowed together as she thought about the problem at hand. Ron smiled to himself as he watched her.

"Let's play hide and seek!"

"Yeah! Rosie, am I it?"

"Yes, Hugo, you're always it."

"Why?"

"Cause you never find me!"

Ron heard his daughter run upstairs as his son counted slowly. When he focused again to his best friend and wife, he saw them staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You were just staring at Hermione's, er...chest area." Harry tried not to grin, and Ron smiled sheepishly towards Hermione.

"Sorry," he said, though he didn't sound sorry at all. "I was listening to the kids and not paying attention."

"Clearly," Hermione rolled her eyes. "I suppose you don't know a solution as to why Al can suddenly grow giant plants at will?"

"If you don't know, I doubt anyone else will," Ron sighed. "Did you think about taking him to St. Mungo's?"

Harry shook his head. "He wasn't sick. He was in complete control, he knew was he was doing..."

Ron saw the worry etched onto Harry's face as his best friend scrambled for answers. He hadn't seen him like this since they were seventeen.

"It'll be fine, mate," Ron encouraged. "Maybe it just means he's an incredibly powerful wizard, like you."

Harry didn't answer. Ron saw Hermione smile with approval at him at his words, and Ron knew that what he said calmed Harry down a little bit.

Suddenly, Hugo ran into the kitchen and into Hermione's legs. He clutched at them, and with a jolt of panic, Ron saw his face covered in tears.

"What is it, baby?" Hermione asked, ever the calm one, as she brushed back Hugo's curly brown hair. Hugo whimpered and sniffled.

"Rose, she was hiding and then I saw her in the bathtub, and... and..." Hugo's sobs made him incomprehensible, but Ron was already standing and heading towards the bathroom. He heard Harry and Hermione, presumably carrying Hugo, behind him, but all he thought about was his daughter.

The bathroom door was open, and Ron stopped in his tracks. The sink and tub faucets were on full blast, and water was filled to the rim and spilling onto the floor creating a minature lake. Rose was sitting on the bottom of the tub with her legs crossed and her head tilted down. She was submerged completely under water.

Hermione gasped and Harry tried to comfort Hugo, who had started to cry again. Ron practically lunged himself into the tub and grabbed Rose's arms. Her head snapped back and Ron yelled out; her blue eyes were glowing, the entire orb a bright sapphire color, and the light caused the entire tub of water to glow.

Ron lifted Rose up, and as soon as her head broke the surface, her eyes stopped glowing. She blinked and swayed a little bit, but Ron's strong grip kept her from going back under. Ron noticed that the faucets stopped shooting out water, even though no one had turned the taps.

"Rosie," Ron choked out. "What... what happened?"

Rose looked around the room, and when she looked back at Ron, she had tears in her eyes. "I was only looking for a place to hide," she told him. "I didn't want Hugo to find me."

Ron pulled her out of the water and held her to his chest. He stood up and turned back towards his wife, son and best friend, and saw them staring with confused expressions on their faces. Harry was holding Hugo tightly, and Hermione had tears in her eyes as she stepped forward and kissed Rose's head.

"Don't scare me like that again, young lady," she whispered, and Rose nodded. Ron caught Harry's eye over Hugo's head and gave him a questioning look. Harry understood, and nodded gravely. Ron paled.

What happened to Al had just happened to his baby girl.

Astoria Malfoy was happy with her life. Despite her parents telling her the Malfoys had lost all respect after the war, she fell in love with the heir to the name several years ago. They had a quiet wedding, with only a few people going to the reception, and their marriage had been relatively normal so far.

The slender woman stretched out her back and ran a hand through her long, blond hair. She glanced behind her to see her six year old son running around and trying to catch a golden snitch that she had magically modified so it flew slowly. Astoria smiled at the tiny boy, noticing how similar he looked to his father; same hair, same eyes, same facial and body structure. He was going to be a very handsome man, and in her opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

"Don't run too fast, Scorpius," Astoria told him. Scorpius gave her a toothy grin.

"Yes, Mother."

Astoria continued to watch him. They were in the grand parlor of their home, and above their heads hung a marvelous chandelier. Her husband had told her that in his parents' home there used to be a chandelier, but a House elf had dropped it onto his aunt's head. Astoria's blue eyes unconsciously travelled up to the chandelier at the thought, and a small scream escaped her throat.

"Scorpius!" she cried, jumping up from her seat. Her little boy had somehow managed to quickly and quietly end up sitting in the middle of the chandelier, the golden snitch in his little fist, and a broad smile on his face. His eyes were closed, as if he were imagining himself on a large swing.

"Scorpius, don't move!" Astoria called, taking out her wand. She pointed it towards her son with the intention of levitating him down, but before she could utter the spell, Scorpius opened his eyes, and her heart nearly stopped.

Scorpius' normally grey eyes were glowing a bright silver, like moonlight.

The six year old stood up, and the chandelier didn't even sway, as if Scorpius weighed no more that a spec of dust. Panic bubbled inside of Astoria as her son dropped the snitch, which fluttered feebly to the ground, and then leaped off the light.

Astoria rushed underneath him so she would be able to catch her falling son, but there was no need. Scorpius gracefully fell at an incredibly slow pace. He practically flew in a wide arc over his mother's head, as if the wind were carrying him. His tiny feet touched the ground gently, and Astoria rushed to him and looked into his face.

His eyes dimmed back to their normal grey, and Scorpius smiled up at his mother. Astoria touched his face as shock and disbelief went through her entire body.

"What..." she mouthed, hugging her son fiercly. Scorpius giggled.

"Mother, I only flew!" he said in her ear. Astoria closed her eyes and tried to get rid of the image of her floating son out of her mind.

So much for a relatively normal family.

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