This is my first fanfiction. I initially wrote it in my native language, but afterwards I decided to publish the English version as well, since I might get more reviews. Why Harry Potter? Because I'm fascinated with the HP universe. Moreover, I felt that there were some aspects throughout the series that needed to be changed, so I decided to make things right in this new one.

I have thus decided that the stories (which will of course be shorter than J.K. Rowling's novels) be a parallel between the old and new generations. I first read HP quite some time ago, so I did some research, since I didn't want to make any blunder. This fanfiction includes very few of the original characters (you'll soon discover who they are). Some are from the epilogue of Deathly Hallows (such as Harry and Ginny's kids), but most of them are made up.

And the Disclaimer: For Merlin's sake, I don't own anything of the HP Universe. However, I do own the new characters, which I will introduce gradually.

Hope you like it – and hope you review it.

Chapter 1

Meeting at Ollivander's

Diagon Alley was extremely crowded in July 2017. Young wizards, actual or future students at Hogwarts, joined or not by parents or relatives, were wandering through all sorts of eccentric shops to buy school supplies.

The public attention was most certainly drawn towards Ollivander's, the old selling place of the useful magic wands. This was because the already famous Potter family were inside, with their youngest son, Albus, in his first year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny were facing the Daily Prophet reporters.

- What type of wand do you think young Albus will own?

- Well, I...

Harry didn't even get to utter an answer, for the next question came in:

- What house will he be sorted into?

- Let's hope not in Slyther..., Ginny tried to make a joke, being however rudely interrupted.

- What are the expectations you have for him this year?

- We think...

In the middle of this chaos, Albus was striving to find the right wand for him. He had already broken a few boxes belonging to Ollivander's grandson. For Merlin's sake, Rose must have been so lucky – she had found her own after only three attempts. If it was true that the wand picked the wizard...well, the one meant for him was probably a bit confused, if it hadn't found him yet.

His stream of thoughts was suddenly disrupted by a group of noisy youngsters who only seemed a bit older than himself. He immediately recognized his brother, James and his friends, Apollo, Alcyon and Evan. They were second years, so they weren't in need of a wand.

- I finally found you, Al, said James laughing. What? You haven't found a wand yet?

Albus wasn't the talkative type, and the presence of his brother's three friends wasn't that stimulative. But he focused and uttered two short sentences to please him:

- Sort of, James. I have no idea what's going on.

- Oh, come on, Al, it may happen to anyone.

It wasn't in his habit to encourage others – he had inherited his grandfather's personality traits -, but he did care about his brother. Even though they weren't alike.

- I wish Mom or Dad helped me, complained Albus.

The three others could barely abstain from bursting into laughter, but they were aware that they should never mock at James' brother. They had tried it previously and had been left with green hair all summer long.

- Oh, stop being so dependent on them. See the bright side – if they came over here to help you, all those nasty reporters would focus on you instead. Hey, Evan, over there! See that lady who wrote the article about us when we accidentally locked all Gryffindors in the Common Room?

They were all laughing while remembering that one – which had also given them detention. Little Albus sighed. He couldn't see the funny part in locking hundreds of souls in a room, even if by mistake.

While the other were remembering their last adventure, a girl closely followed by her father entered Ollivander's. She had jet black hair and eyes as dark as night itself, being a bit shorter than girls her age. She headed straight towards the counter, being quickly noticed by one of Ollivander's assistants.

- Welcome, miss. You want a wand, right?

She threw a questioning look at him.

- No, I want an autograph. Of course I want a wand, that's why I'm here.

Although a bit confused after her answer, the assistant turned to look about for an appropriate wand for a witch like her. In the meanwhile, she ironically told her father:

- Look who's here, Dad. The famous Potters. Those who get everything just because they're famous.

- Easy, darling. It's not nice to talk this way, especially because they might...hear you.

- If they hear me, what? It's not like...

The little girl's menacing remark was disrupted by the assistant's thin voice:

- From poisonous willow wood, with a core of two strings of unicorn hair.

Skeptical, she took it and pointed it at a corner of the store, where there were two paintings in motion. They exploded out of a sudden. The young assistant sighed. He had to go through this every year.

The girl looked straight into her father's eyes, which were the same as hers, and asked:

- Now I may?

- Alright, alright. After all, we don't want to destroy Mr. Ollivander's place.

He felt relieved – Merlin knows what method they could have that could be less destructive. He was amazed to see the man handing the girl his own wand. She pointed it at the boxes and said out loud:

- Revelo!

Gray sparkles burst out and one of the wands was released from the shelves almost instantaneously. The witch caught it in the other hand.

- This is it.

The assistant blinked a few times, then said:

- Carved in black sandal-wood, with a core made of a Phoenix's feather. An...exclusive piece. And somewhat expensive.

- That will not be a problem. We've been saving money for so long, haven't we, darling?

The girl's father took out some galleons and paid for it. Afterwards, the two of them walked out of the store as they had walked in. Without looking on either the right side or the left side, but straightforward.

Away from this corner of Ollivander's, five boys stood agape with wonder.

- Revelo? I've never heard of such a spell in my entire life, said Apollo.

- Snobs, commented James.

Albus, however, had gone straight to his father, pulling the edge of his robe.

- Dad, pass me your wand, please.

Harry turned away from the reporters for a few moments.

- Why do you need it, son?

- I have my reasons. Give it to me.

Although he was a bit intrigued by his odd request, he did as asked. Albus pointed it at the shelves and uttered the word he had just heard. A wand came in his hand sooner than he expected.

- Look, Dad, I made it!

- H...how did you do it? What kind of spell is this? Where do you know it from?

- Doesn't matter. Be glad that I haven't set Ollivander's on fire.

Revelo...To remember, thought Albus.