Chapter 2:A new year begins

He watched the new students while he called their names. Many of the names were familiar to him, Harry, Draco and Ginny were the most prominent names among the children, all named after the fallen of the last battle. You could see immediately who is muggle-born by the lack of the name of a war- hero.

And then there are the children whose parents he had thought, the oldest son of William Weasley began today, he was named after Draco Malfoy, the boy who made fun of the Weasleys at every possible occasion - he is sorted into Gryffindor, the first Weasley of this generation, the first Weasley who grew up with the tale of his aunt Ginny and her fiancé Harry.

His uncle Charles merely smiles.

It doesn't matter any more in which house you are sorted - the legacy of the last battle, Harrys legacy.

The inter-house relationships have improved since Hogwarts has reopened, it is now allowed to visit the other houses, stay over night if wanted.

Passwords to the common rooms are no longer kept secret, they are still changed each weak, but they are mostly the names of the fallen.

Quidditch can now also be played with inter-house-teams, the usual teams mixed among themselves, for those games the cup no longer being something a house wins, but a small trophy for each player of the winning team - last year a Slytherin/Gryffindor team won.

Harry would have enjoyed the changes in the school - and so would have Draco.

He was no longer head of Slytherin, he was now working on inter-house-co- operating, dealing with any complains about an other house.

Next he called the names of his children, wondering where they would be placed, in Gryffindor like their name-patrons or in Slytherin like their father. They could not be placed in the house of their mother, his beloved wife, because she was a muggle.

It took the sorting hat longer to place his son, than it had taken with the rest of the students - or was it just that he was so nervous where his son would be placed?

Finally, after what seemed an eternity the name of the house was called: his son was a Gryffindor like Harry Potter had been.

The sorting of his daughter took equally long and she too was sorted into Gryffindor, promising Hogwarts a new Generation of pranksters, with an endless supply of MTW-products.

Gryffindor had a new "Golden Trio", once again two boys and a girl, but this time the participants were worse than the last ones: all were skilled pranksters, all loved Quidditch and all loved to read and to learn.

Draco, Ginny and Harry; what would be their adventures, what school-rules would they break to accomplish their goals, how many times would they end up in detention, how many times in the hospital wing?

He waited for the feast to end, to bid his children good-night, telling them that he was proud of them and that they should honour the school rules more then the original Harry, the original "Dream Team".

As a shock came when both of his children told him, that the sorting-hat had wanted to place them into Slytherin and that they had begged him to place them in Gryffindor, to be with Draco - or in Ginnies case with Harry.

Long in the night he sat in his room, thinking, thinking as so often of Harry Potter.

How much had that boy to endure? How often had Harry wished that he would stop - if even for one lesson to torment him? To stop following him in the shadows everytime he left the common room?

There was no answer to those questions, Harry was dead and in his death he had forgiven him for all the hate, for all the unfairness he had shown to him.

His testament had contained letters, letters to his friends, to his godfather, to Lupin, to all Weasleys, to the headmaster, to Hagrid, to Minerva - and to him.

In this letter Harry had told him that he had written a new letter after every school year - starting after his forth. Harry had told him, that he didn't hold a grudge against him because of his behaviour, that - albeit he could not understand it how he could hate him for things his father had done - he could not condemn him for this behaviour.

And then he had described him his life: his live before he got his Hogwarts- letter, his life at Hogwarts, how he had thought in his first year that he had tried to kill him, how he had learned of his role as a spy, how he had learned to hate him, and how that hate had been replaced by respect, and at last how the life was with his relatives during the holidays.

He also explained why he had chosen him to carry the magic of Gryffindor and Slytherin and not one of his friends, his godfather or Albus Dumbledore.

He was chosen over Harries friends and Godfather because Harry knew that he would be responsible with the powers and not misuse them; he was chosen over Dumbledore, because Harry found that Dumbledore had already enough powers - his children were all grown up, so he had also to curse someone to allow the powers to continue.

He walked over to the fire and called his wife, wishing that she could stay here with him, but as a muggle she could neither see nor enter the grounds of Hogwarts. All she would see would be a ruin of this wonderful castle, a ruin he once had seen.

He had seen the smoking burning ruins of this grand castle, a sight he could not forget, a sight that followed him into his dreams, letting him relive the most terrible night of his life.

The first thing he had noticed about Alice were her eyes: large emerald green eyes, eyes that reminded him of Harry Potter - and of his mother Lilly Evans Potter. Like Harry she had black hair, but unlike his, hers was straight and long.

As they had gotten to know each other better, he had told her why he had talked to her on that day - at first she was really angry, but then she had said that she felt honoured, she said, that she wished to have known Harry Potter, the young man that allowed her husband to live.