The Fire of Promethius (A next generation story)

by Ravenclawgirl11

The story of the boy who lived was over. Everyone thought that the coming years would be fulfilling and harmonious. But a new enemy is rising, with the power to match the dark lord. The villain will strip the wizards of the most important thing in their lives. Four kids at Hogwarts will tell the story. Danger is coming, Scorpius, Rose, Albus, and Grace, must be ready to fight.

1. Chapter 1

Hello! I'm back. This story is the reason why I haven't written anything in AGES! :(

I have come up with a new storyline, completely different to any writing I have ever done. I am co-writing this with someone, and I think together we can do a really good job. I hope you guys like it!

Note: This next generation story is NOT going to be based on Harry Potter and the cursed child. I am so excited that the script is coming out in July, but this story is utterly non-canon for that book. So if in the play, if Albus turns into a pig or something, it probably won't happen in this story.

So this first chapter is a prologue. It's set about twenty to thirty years in the future after the story happens. The chapters will normally be in first person, but this is in third for better effect.

For this story, I will be doing weekly updates. A new chapter will be put up every Monday or Tuesday, (But keep in mind that I'm at school, I'm not always going to be on time!)

Favourites and Followers: Liked.

Positive reviews: Loved.

Constructive criticism: ADORED!

Dusk.

Albus Potter sat in the arm chair. His green eyes were staring at the dusk that was sucking the light out of the wold.

He sighed, and ran a hand through his greying black hair. His face seemed to be longing desperately for something.

With an effort, he pulled himself out of his chair and walked out of the room, leaving the book he had been writing in open.

The words read, "All the days that never came."

The man was now in his room. His hand reached forwards and turned the wooden door knob of the cupboard. He went on tip toe to reach a dusty thin box on the top shelf. He pushed away the books that were in front of it.

Albus pulled the box down and held it in his hands. He stared at it for a moment, then he slowly opened it's lid.

He pulled out a long thin stick. While fingering it, his slightly wrinkled face creased into a smile and his green eyes lit up.

"Oak and Phoenix tail feather, 15 inches." He muttered. Then, without thinking, an impulse came to him.

"Swish and flick, wasn't it?" He pondered quietly. Then he moved the stick in a graceful way, muttering, "Wingardiem leviousa." He was about to point his wand at a small feather that lay sadly in the corner of the room, but then he stopped in mid wave.

His eyes grew dull again and he sighed deeply. He stooped slightly, and dejectedly slipped the stick back in the thin box again, before placing it back in the cupboard.