Chapter One: In Which the Reader learns little About a Lot

As a good reader, you probably want some back story. After all, everything happens for a reason, right?

I'll begin: If you don't live under a rock, you've probably heard of Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. The One with the Power The Dark Lord Knew Not. The one immortalized by J.K. Rowling in her phenomenal best selling series. The one who has shirts, food, action figures, Halloween costumes, movies, bedding, and now even a theme park created in his likeness. Ya, that Harry. Now if you don't deserve to live under a rock, you have actually read these books. For these books are pivotal to my tale about Harry's children.

Jo Rowling - and I sincerely hope she doesn't mind me calling her that - is not only a fantastic author... she's a witch. I also sincerely hope that Laura Mallory doesn't read this, because I really don't want to fuel her fire… She has all the magical capabilities of the characters she wrote about. She wrote these stories to shed light on Harry's struggle to save the wizarding world, but we muggles call them fiction. Honestly, we're a bunch of doubting Dursleys. But her works are far from fiction. It all really happened. That, I can promise you. More on this later.

Here we are, twenty years later. It's been almost a year since Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was released. The epilogue of the final installment showed the children of Ron, Hermoine, Ginny, Harry, and even Draco boarding the Hogwarts express. Little did the masses know that the epilogue was being written from a bench the overlooked platform 9 ¾. Mrs. Rowling was watching, writing about what she saw. She was simply overjoyed to see the story come full circle, ending the book as it began – with a boy going to Hogwarts for his first year of magical education.

I again assume you are being a dutiful reader and wondering why Jo wrote these books. What set her apart from the other authors of the world? How was she lucky enough to document the lives of such great witches and wizards? She was in the right place at the right time, I suppose.

Tales of an impoverished mother with a young child who wrote the beginnings of Harry Potter on napkins from a local café are not too far from the truth. One day, Jo was jotting down ideas on small bits of paper she had with her in a busy, crowded café when a striking woman with deep green eyes and even deeper red hair entered. She was visibly pregnant and seemed tired and a bit frightened. She ordered a tea and then noticed that there was no where to sit. Jo offered the extra chair at her small table to the woman. Grateful, the woman began talking to Jo. The conversation led to the discovery that both women were magical and so the beautiful young witch, Lily, related her terrifying story to the writer. Jo was moved and wished she could stay longer to talk to the woman. However, she had to pick her young daughter up from the friend who was watching her. The two witches said their good byes and never saw each other again. About a year and a half later, Lily was killed by Lord Voldemort.

This is where my story begins….sort of.