Wizard's World War

Disclaimer:JK Rowlings owns Harry Potter. I own all OCs.

The Blurb: To the world outside Europe, Lord Voldemort was nothing more than a localized disturbance. As the next generation goes through Hogwarts, they find themselves trapped in a war much much worse...starts with Victoire Weasley's last year, James's Second Year and Albus and Rose's first. Also features OC's.


Chapter 1

'The first years," Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid," Professor Lancaster replied. "I will take them from here." She had two students with her. One Albus and Rose recognised as their cousin Victoire. Professor Lancaster said in her smooth voice, "this is Victoire Weasley, our head girl," she pointed to Victoire. "And this is Tybolt Lancaster, our head boy." She pointed to her son.

The three of them pulled open the door to the entrance hall. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches. Albus could here some of the Muggle born wizards gasp in amazement. They followed the Professor and the two Head Students across the hall, tramping over the stone floor. Albus could hear the other older students voices as they moved their luggage and settled into their rooms. However, they were led into a smaller room.

Professor Lancaster cleared her voice, and spoke, "Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, "the start-of-term banquet will start soon, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will need to be sorted into your own houses."

Victoire Weasley took over, "Hogwarts has four houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff named after the four founders of this school. The sorting is very important, as you will be spending all your classes with the members of your own house, sleep in the house dormitory and spend free time in your common room."

Tybolt Lancaster picked up where she left off, "Each house has produced its own batch of wizards good and evil. Each house has its own noble history as well. Hogwarts has a system of House Points. House Points are awarded for things such as brilliant performance in classes and in games. Rule breaking loses House Points. At the end of year, the House with the most points wins the House Cup."

Professor Lancaster continued, "There is also the Quidditch Cup which is awarded to the best Quidditch team in school. For all of us, not from wizarding families, Quidditch is a sport to what football is like to Muggles. First years are usually not allowed to join the Quidditch teams, but there have been notable exceptions such as Harry Potter." She could see the students hanging off every word. "Now, the Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. The Sorting Hat will be put onto your head, and then it will announce the House that you have been put into. You will take a seat at that House's table." With that she left, leaving Victoire and Tybolt behind.

Albus saw Tybolt begin to inch towards his cousin Victoire as soon as Professor Lancaster left the room. He saw Victoire inch away from Tybolt. Some of the first years suppressed giggles. This inching towards and away continued for the three minutes that it took before Professor Lancaster returned. She dismissed the Head Boy and Girl. "Now form a line," she said, "and follow me." They went inside the Great Hall and saw the large amount of students that were assembled. The four houses were seated on long wooden trestle tables, seventh years in front, and a space was left for the first years at the end. The tables were being laid full of food by the House Elves. Albus saw plates being laid on the table.

Headmistress Sprout spoke, "this year, we have the special pleasure of welcoming a new student into second year. This is Eric Sun, son of the Ambassador Sun from China. I hope all of you will make him welcome. He will be joining House Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor table cheered as Eric sat down at the Gryffindor table with the other second years. Being a transfer student would be hard, but Eric had a knack for charming people and making quick friends. He sat down and introduced himself to the student next to him, "Hi, I'm Eric, nice to meet you."

"James Potter," the student next to him replied, "you look like a cool kid." He smiled. They fell into a hushed conversation as the doors opened and the Sorting Hat was bought down to the front of the hall, ready for the first years.

The Sorting Hat then began to sing, as silence overtook the hall. Soon that was over, and the first student was called to try on the hat. "Hufflepuff," it called. They saw the Fat Friar wave happily as the first student went and sat at the Hufflepuff table. Others joined Slytherin, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw as well.

Albus saw Scorpius Malfoy and his two friends, Vincent Goyle and Silas Bulstrode get sorted into Slytherin. Soon it was his turn, "Potter, Albus Severus," the hat said. The hat dropped over his head. Please not Slytherin Albus thought. Whoever told you that you would end up in Slytherin is a git of the greatest proportions, the hat replied; not enough cunning and ambition. Of loyalty and goodness you have a lot, and you are a patient one too, so Hufflepuff might do. But in the end I think your bravery and nerve will show through though it is well hidden. So it must be…"Gryffindor," the hat shouted, as Albus was secretly relieved. The Gryffindor table clapped loudly, and he thought he saw Victoire, and all his cousins wink at him as he joined the table. He sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Sun, Mike," the hat called, as it was Mike's turn to be sorted. Hmm…the hat thought as it sat on top of Mike's hat. Of wit and intelligence you have a fair amount so Ravenclaw you could certainly be, of cunning and ambition too so Slytherin might be for you, yet you are most loyal to your family so Hufflepuff might be just right, but I see that you are brave and chivalrous, like your brother so… "Gryffindor," the hat said. Eric smiled, as he saw Mike take a seat next to Albus Potter. Some more students came and went into Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin and Hufflepuff before reaching the last student for the year.

"Weasley Rose," the hat said. It took barely one second for her to follow her mother and fathers' footsteps into Gryffindor. Professor Lancaster then took the sorting hat away.

Headmistress Sprout stood up, and began her beginning of term speech, "Welcome, to a new year at Hogwarts. Before we begin the year we would like to thank the House Elves for their brilliant work in preparing this feast for us. Mr Filch does remind us that Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products are banned from this school, and anyone caught with them will have House Points docked. Note the Forbidden Forest is forbidden as the name implies." She rattled off another lot of rules and other things before she sat down. James and Eric had barely paid attention.

Madame Hooch stood up, "Quidditch tryouts will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested should contact me." She sat down again.

"And now, let the feast begin," Headmistress Sprout said.

Suddenly the tables were full of food, as the students began to dig in. James and Eric continued their conversation from before. Eric said that he had spent the last year in wizarding school in China, back home.

"So what's it like in China?" James asked.

"It's good," Eric replied, "most of us live high in mountains or in the desert, though the richer families have small houses in the large cities. Went to school in the Himalayas last year."

"Oh," James answered, "so what do you like to do?"

"Play Quidditch," Eric shot back, almost instantly. "I got a new Lightningbolt this year and was part of the junior national Quidditch program last year on my old Nimbus twenty seventeen."

"Gryffindor has a very good Quidditch team, we won the cup last year, on the back of Patrick Wood's brilliant keeping skills. Kept a clean sheet he did in our last game against Slytherin. His father played for Puddlemere United and he's good, but they say Patrick is a genius." James said. "I'm probably going to try out for Seeker or Chaser. My mother was a professional for the Holyhead Harpies."

Eric smirked, the alpha male in him already emerging. Last year, back in China, the other first years in his house were also quickly drawn to his magnetic personality. "Well then, looks like you'll have some competition. I play Chaser, learnt a bit about seekering in camp but didn't like it as much," he said between bites of food. The topic soon drifted from Quidditch to siblings. "My brother Mike's in first year, you have any siblings?"

James replied, "Yeah, Albus my younger brother is in first year, down there at the end of the table, talking to another boy." Eric looked down as well, before returning to his food. Later, he fell into conversation with Robert who was seated on the other side of James. Eric was immediately fascinated by Robert's description of everything Muggle. He had some exposure to Muggle society, as his own father had mandated that to survive, a wizard should learn things about Muggle society and effectively blend into it.


Down at the end of the table, Albus had introduced himself to Mike and had introduced Rose. They had immediately began talking about schoolwork. A technical discussion on charms erupted, both of them were nutty about charms, Albus thought as he tuned in and out whilst eating his food. Mike was recounting a story of a charm gone wrong when he had tried to use his father's wand on a kid who was trying to kiss his younger sister Nikki. "I'd intended to do a levitating charm to levitate the boy away, but I ended up hitting his older friend with a beard growing charm," Mike explained as Rose laughed. Soon the feast was over and the students began to file back out towards the dorms.

Gryffindor prefect, Dominique Weasley, another one of the rapidly expanding Weasley clan, or so Rose explained, led them back to the picture of the Fat Lady. The password was given, and then they entered into the Gryffindor common room, full of cozy chairs, Dominique pointed the boys and girls to the different dorms.


Meanwhile, in the second year dorms, James, Robert and Eric were unpacking their things from their trunks before getting ready for bed. Eric claimed the last bed and began to unpack. Out came a picture of his family, his father, mother and brother and sister placed on the bedside cupboard, framed. "A Muggle photograph," he explained for the benefit of James and Robert who had expected moving pictures like all other wizards had. He pulled out a Muggle poster of a man, sticking it up with a charm. As Eric finished unpacking and saw everyone else had finished as well, they sat down to talk.

James and Robert warned Eric about the next day's classes, and informed him of which teachers were nasty, which ones set a lot of homework and other things like that. They quickly fell asleep due to being tired from the trip to Hogwarts.


In the first year boys dorm, Albus and Mike had met the other three boys sharing their dorm. They were all very typical Gryffindor's brave and reckless, daring and possessed of nerve. Mike and Albus were the more bookish of the five Gryffindor first year boys. They too quickly fell asleep after the long day. The girls' dorm was not much different; Rose had made a fast friendship with the other girls. The Gryffindor dorms were a picture of tranquillity that night.


Meanwhile, in the Heads's Dormitory, Victoire Weasley endured a night of sleazy innuendos from Tybolt. As soon as they had entered into the Head's common room, he hadn't wasted one second before trying to be close to her whilst she did her Potions homework, followed by her Defence homework. He constantly sent smirks towards her whilst he was doing his own work too, and infuriatingly cute stares he sent her. She could almost get lost in those blue eyes of his, she thought, as she lost concentration on her essay. After an infuriating, at least for Victoire, patrol, she went to sleep thinking of Teddy, and hoping that she would be able to visit him in London. She filled her thoughts by imagining their wedding and how they would live at 12 Grimmauld Place, which Harry had gifted Teddy for his 17th birthday since he was technically of the Black family.


The next day came, and the students hurried to breakfast in the Great Hall. Inside the second year boys dormitory, Eric ran a quick hand through his black hair and giving it a quick once over before heading down with James and Robert to the Great Hall. In the common room, they met the first years as they all went through the portrait into the corridor. Hurrying down the stairs they filed in for breakfast.

After breakfast the second year Gryffindor's headed to Potions with Professor Greengrass. Professor Greengrass was the head of Slytherin house, but a competent teacher. She had the second years brew up a potion. Her dress swished around as she inspected each table's potion. James chopped up his mandrake root into neat little slivers and then threw them into his cauldron as the instructions said, making his potion turn blue. He added the newt tail next stirring clockwise. She stopped by James's and Robert's table. "No good, Potter," she said, "You didn't add enough mandrake root," she said in her haughty voice as she observed the puce green contents of his cauldron, even though the potion was simmering along perfectly fine. In some respects, she was exactly like ex-Headmaster Snape, sharing a dislike of Gryffindors especially those with the last name of Potter and any of his friends.

James sighed, and continued his work. Luckily for him, he had inherited some of his grandmother Evans's skills in potions. Nowhere near as good as her, but better than his father. He had quickly learnt last year that Professor Greengrass favoured her own house more than any of the others. She walked on looking at another cauldron. Eric had been sat next to Lana Jordan, a fellow Gryffindor. Even though they had followed the instructions properly and their potions looked correct, all they received was a small nod and a "good," from the Professor. Eric thought she dared not antagonise the son of a foreign dignitary even though he was sure that his father had told the Headmistress to treat him like any other student. And he knew that his father meant it. Professor Greengrass also managed to subtract a few points from Gryffindor throughout the lesson for silly things like complaining. It was what the second year students were already used to in Potions.

The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff first years meanwhile, had Charms with Professor Flitwick, where they practiced the Hover Charm. Professor Flitwick stood on top of the table demonstrating with a swish of his wand, and an exclamation of Wingardium Leviosa. The little teacup hovered in the arm before gently being guided back down.

"Now everyone," Professor Flitwick said, "pick up your feather's and try to levitate them." At this everyone began to practice.

Rose managed it after two tries; she was after all, as good as her mother if not better at Charms. What irked her a little was that Mike managed to do it in three goes, and that Flitwick had let slip that Scorpius Malfoy had succeeded on his second go as well. She vowed to work even harder so that she would be top student of her year and make her father proud and beat that snotty Malfoy kid like her mother had beaten his father. Rose liked to be first in academics, it was her thing in the large Weasley family, she was known to be the brainy one, and she sure as Merlin would not let anyone else take the title of top student.

They all quickly remembered or realised how boring History of Magic was. All the first year Gryffindor's relied on Rose's notes, the second year Gryffindors had a rotation system where one out of the ten would pay attention and pass all their notes. That worked quite well for them, as they collated their notes and used a simple copying charm. After all there was nothing against sharing notes.


A/N: That's the end of the Chapter 1. Hope you like it. Please read and review!