Disclaimer: This is not my story. The setting and some characters belong to
JK Rowling other than that, Everything else is mine.
Chapter One
Arrival at Hogwarts
"Well, we have about an hour until the students arrive, Hermione. I'm glad that you have agreed to be the Transfiguration teacher since, um, Minerva had to leave on important business. It's not going to be the same, nonetheless, without Minerva, but to have one of my bestfriends working by my side will be a little bit better." Harry Potter, the youngest Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, said as he hugged his dearest friend.
"I can tell that this will be a good year, Harry. One of my bestfriends just so happen to be the Headmaster at the very school we grew up in, the other bestfriend is the Minister of Magic, ... and my husband works with me as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who is also the first to keep the position for the past five years." Harry flinched when she mentioned the last part. The fact that Hermione married one of their, now his and Ron's, enemies, Draco Malfoy, didn't quite settle in right with him.
"Why Draco? Of all the people in the world, why Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked Hermione, half-teasingly and half-serious.
"Why not me, Potter?" Draco spat out, saying it just like they were students at Hogwarts rather than teachers.
Draco was leaning up against the doorway to the Teacher's Lounge. As soon as Hermione heard is voice and saw his face, she rushed up to plant a gentle kiss on Draco's lips and hugged him like it was their last.
"So good to have my whole family here at Hogwarts with me. You, me, and our three kids." Draco said, absentmindedly.
"I thought that all four will be at Hogwarts this year, Draco and Hermione?" Harry queried. Draco looked down at Hermione as though he had made a mistake and then to Harry.
"That's what I meant. I forgot that Tristan is joining us this year, as a first year." Draco blurted out in hasty manner. Harry stared at Draco and Hermione with wonder in his green eyes and there was silence between the three for only a moment.
"And speaking of first years, I think that I should go to greet the students." With that, Hermione rushed out the Teacher's Lounge, leaving Harry and Draco staring at each other.
"Look, we are almost to Hogwarts! I can see the four towers already!" Young Virginia Potter, Harry Potter's only second year daughter, said with a sparkle in her green eyes and her auburn hair flying around as she jumped up and down in excitement.
Soon, Jayson and Jaymes Potter, Virginia's younger twin brothers, Heather Malfoy, Virginia's bestfriend, and younger brother, Tristan, and Oliver Weasley, Virginia's other bestfriend, and younger brother, Colin, all ran over to where Virginia was standing to see Hogwarts through the Hogwarts Express's many compartments windows.
The others in the compartment, however, weren't really concerned about seeing the school. They were worried about something else.
"Something terrible is going to happen this year guys. Trust me on this one." Said a third year who resembled his father, who, by the way, was well known. Tom Marvolo Potter's green eyes were glowing in warning and his dark brown hair was becoming untidy as he scratched his head in frustration.
"What do you feel, Tom? I mean, what do you feel will happen?" Asked Tom's bestfriend, Hermes Granger. His long black hair and emerald green eyes made anyone wonder if he could truly be one of the offspring of Draco and Hermione Malfoy.
"I can't really be all that sure. Every time I get the feeling, it makes it hard for me to grasp it because the feeling leaves as quickly as it comes." Tom responded, looking down at his feet.
"I hope you're not feeling ashamed for not being able to actually not know what's going on. I'm sure that you're going to feel like that alot in the future." Cassandra, Cassy if you didn't want the life beaten out of you, Weasley finally chimed in. Her fiery red hair and lively blue eyes reminded you a good deal of her father, Ronald Weasley.
"What are you three babbling about?" Arthur Weasley, older brother of Cassy and also named after his grandfather, sleepily asked. His blonde hair laid all out on the seat he had slept on and his turquoise eyes looked so drowsy. The only reason you could tell that Arthur was a Weasley was because his blonde hair had a slight red hue to it.
"Art, go back to sleep." Cassy demanded.
"There is no point now. We will be stopping in a moment." The eldest of the Weasley kids, Richard Weasley, said as he entered the compartment. Immediately, every pair of eyes in the compartment were on him. He was tall, and slightly muscular (you would too if you had spent your whole entire summer de-gnoming your grandparents garden), with long dirty-blonde hair and penetrating yet slightly warm turquoise-blue eyes.
"The train should be stopping right about... now." The train immediately stopped. Every pair of eyes stared at Richard with question and were wondering to how Richard knew exactly when the train was stopping. "What? I'm the Ravenclaw Prefect. I just came out of the meeting with the prefects and they told us to when the train was stopping." Richard said, pointing to his prefect badge.
Nobody said anything to Richard as they began to clamber out of the slightly large compartment on the train and onto the platform.
"I hope we get in Gryffindor," Jayson whispered to his brother, Jaymes. Tom overheard them, though, and responded, "We Potters always get into Gryffindor. It's common logical sense." Tom said. He tried to sound as comforting as possible but instead his voice came out harsh. It wasn't Tom's fault that he was feeling pestered by the fact that he could not figure out to why he was getting such a bad feeling about being at Hogwarts. "First years! First years over here, follow me!" Professor Granger, really Malfoy but they didn't want to get her confused with her husband, called out with a fluorescent arrow pointing down towards her. "That's our call, Jaymes, Jayson, and Colin." Tristan Malfoy called out as he ran towards his mom. Soon, Jaymes, Jayson, and Colin were running directly behind him. "Everyone else, the carriages are this way." The voice of this person was cold and menacing. It was the voice of the most hated professor at Hogwarts. Professor Snape. Tom stopped in mid-step and flinched as soon as he heard Professor Snape speak. Professor Snape had always hated Tom, his father, and his grandfather. And, likewise, they had hated Professor Snape back. "Tom! Tom! Tom, this carriage over here!" Hermes called out from a carriage. He quickly ran to the carriage and practically jumped in. As soon as he sat down between his two bestfriends, the smile that was on his face quickly turned into an ugly frown when he saw the person he could not stand sitting directly across from him in the carriage. "Hermes... Cassy, why is Draco in here?" Tom asked. Draco Malfoy Junior was the one person, despite the fact that they were like family, Tom could not stand. The way Draco and Tom would quarrel would remind you a great deal of their fathers and how they could never really get along. "Well, he's my younger brother and he asked to ride along with us." Hermes replied. "Doesn't mean that you have to say yes to him!" Tom all but yelled. "Is there a problem here, Mister Potter?" Professor Snape was standing in the entryway of the carriage staring directly at Tom. Tom narrowed his eyes toward Draco for he knew that Snape was just coming to Draco's rescue. "There is nothing wrong, Professor Snape. Just a slight disagreement." "Good and let's keep it like that." Snape then disappeared from the entryway of the carriage. Draco smiled a triumphant yet evil smile as Tom wished to punch it off of his face. "You better not do anything to upset me, Potter, or my father, mother, and your father will be down your throat in a heartbeat." Draco sinisterly said. "Anyway, Tom, do you still have that feeling?" Cassy asked as the carriages began to move. "I have a feeling that I always will still have the feeling until I figure out what in the world it is." Tom bitterly said. "You should go ahead and make peace with Draco, you know Tom." Hermes whispered into Tom's ear. "Later." Tom responded back.
Chapter One
Arrival at Hogwarts
"Well, we have about an hour until the students arrive, Hermione. I'm glad that you have agreed to be the Transfiguration teacher since, um, Minerva had to leave on important business. It's not going to be the same, nonetheless, without Minerva, but to have one of my bestfriends working by my side will be a little bit better." Harry Potter, the youngest Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, said as he hugged his dearest friend.
"I can tell that this will be a good year, Harry. One of my bestfriends just so happen to be the Headmaster at the very school we grew up in, the other bestfriend is the Minister of Magic, ... and my husband works with me as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who is also the first to keep the position for the past five years." Harry flinched when she mentioned the last part. The fact that Hermione married one of their, now his and Ron's, enemies, Draco Malfoy, didn't quite settle in right with him.
"Why Draco? Of all the people in the world, why Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked Hermione, half-teasingly and half-serious.
"Why not me, Potter?" Draco spat out, saying it just like they were students at Hogwarts rather than teachers.
Draco was leaning up against the doorway to the Teacher's Lounge. As soon as Hermione heard is voice and saw his face, she rushed up to plant a gentle kiss on Draco's lips and hugged him like it was their last.
"So good to have my whole family here at Hogwarts with me. You, me, and our three kids." Draco said, absentmindedly.
"I thought that all four will be at Hogwarts this year, Draco and Hermione?" Harry queried. Draco looked down at Hermione as though he had made a mistake and then to Harry.
"That's what I meant. I forgot that Tristan is joining us this year, as a first year." Draco blurted out in hasty manner. Harry stared at Draco and Hermione with wonder in his green eyes and there was silence between the three for only a moment.
"And speaking of first years, I think that I should go to greet the students." With that, Hermione rushed out the Teacher's Lounge, leaving Harry and Draco staring at each other.
"Look, we are almost to Hogwarts! I can see the four towers already!" Young Virginia Potter, Harry Potter's only second year daughter, said with a sparkle in her green eyes and her auburn hair flying around as she jumped up and down in excitement.
Soon, Jayson and Jaymes Potter, Virginia's younger twin brothers, Heather Malfoy, Virginia's bestfriend, and younger brother, Tristan, and Oliver Weasley, Virginia's other bestfriend, and younger brother, Colin, all ran over to where Virginia was standing to see Hogwarts through the Hogwarts Express's many compartments windows.
The others in the compartment, however, weren't really concerned about seeing the school. They were worried about something else.
"Something terrible is going to happen this year guys. Trust me on this one." Said a third year who resembled his father, who, by the way, was well known. Tom Marvolo Potter's green eyes were glowing in warning and his dark brown hair was becoming untidy as he scratched his head in frustration.
"What do you feel, Tom? I mean, what do you feel will happen?" Asked Tom's bestfriend, Hermes Granger. His long black hair and emerald green eyes made anyone wonder if he could truly be one of the offspring of Draco and Hermione Malfoy.
"I can't really be all that sure. Every time I get the feeling, it makes it hard for me to grasp it because the feeling leaves as quickly as it comes." Tom responded, looking down at his feet.
"I hope you're not feeling ashamed for not being able to actually not know what's going on. I'm sure that you're going to feel like that alot in the future." Cassandra, Cassy if you didn't want the life beaten out of you, Weasley finally chimed in. Her fiery red hair and lively blue eyes reminded you a good deal of her father, Ronald Weasley.
"What are you three babbling about?" Arthur Weasley, older brother of Cassy and also named after his grandfather, sleepily asked. His blonde hair laid all out on the seat he had slept on and his turquoise eyes looked so drowsy. The only reason you could tell that Arthur was a Weasley was because his blonde hair had a slight red hue to it.
"Art, go back to sleep." Cassy demanded.
"There is no point now. We will be stopping in a moment." The eldest of the Weasley kids, Richard Weasley, said as he entered the compartment. Immediately, every pair of eyes in the compartment were on him. He was tall, and slightly muscular (you would too if you had spent your whole entire summer de-gnoming your grandparents garden), with long dirty-blonde hair and penetrating yet slightly warm turquoise-blue eyes.
"The train should be stopping right about... now." The train immediately stopped. Every pair of eyes stared at Richard with question and were wondering to how Richard knew exactly when the train was stopping. "What? I'm the Ravenclaw Prefect. I just came out of the meeting with the prefects and they told us to when the train was stopping." Richard said, pointing to his prefect badge.
Nobody said anything to Richard as they began to clamber out of the slightly large compartment on the train and onto the platform.
"I hope we get in Gryffindor," Jayson whispered to his brother, Jaymes. Tom overheard them, though, and responded, "We Potters always get into Gryffindor. It's common logical sense." Tom said. He tried to sound as comforting as possible but instead his voice came out harsh. It wasn't Tom's fault that he was feeling pestered by the fact that he could not figure out to why he was getting such a bad feeling about being at Hogwarts. "First years! First years over here, follow me!" Professor Granger, really Malfoy but they didn't want to get her confused with her husband, called out with a fluorescent arrow pointing down towards her. "That's our call, Jaymes, Jayson, and Colin." Tristan Malfoy called out as he ran towards his mom. Soon, Jaymes, Jayson, and Colin were running directly behind him. "Everyone else, the carriages are this way." The voice of this person was cold and menacing. It was the voice of the most hated professor at Hogwarts. Professor Snape. Tom stopped in mid-step and flinched as soon as he heard Professor Snape speak. Professor Snape had always hated Tom, his father, and his grandfather. And, likewise, they had hated Professor Snape back. "Tom! Tom! Tom, this carriage over here!" Hermes called out from a carriage. He quickly ran to the carriage and practically jumped in. As soon as he sat down between his two bestfriends, the smile that was on his face quickly turned into an ugly frown when he saw the person he could not stand sitting directly across from him in the carriage. "Hermes... Cassy, why is Draco in here?" Tom asked. Draco Malfoy Junior was the one person, despite the fact that they were like family, Tom could not stand. The way Draco and Tom would quarrel would remind you a great deal of their fathers and how they could never really get along. "Well, he's my younger brother and he asked to ride along with us." Hermes replied. "Doesn't mean that you have to say yes to him!" Tom all but yelled. "Is there a problem here, Mister Potter?" Professor Snape was standing in the entryway of the carriage staring directly at Tom. Tom narrowed his eyes toward Draco for he knew that Snape was just coming to Draco's rescue. "There is nothing wrong, Professor Snape. Just a slight disagreement." "Good and let's keep it like that." Snape then disappeared from the entryway of the carriage. Draco smiled a triumphant yet evil smile as Tom wished to punch it off of his face. "You better not do anything to upset me, Potter, or my father, mother, and your father will be down your throat in a heartbeat." Draco sinisterly said. "Anyway, Tom, do you still have that feeling?" Cassy asked as the carriages began to move. "I have a feeling that I always will still have the feeling until I figure out what in the world it is." Tom bitterly said. "You should go ahead and make peace with Draco, you know Tom." Hermes whispered into Tom's ear. "Later." Tom responded back.
