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"How is the hell did you get yourself tied to a chair, Malfoy?" came the voice of Harry Potter. He had just moved the unconscious body of Draco Malfoy from his burning home and had put the fire out.

"It's none of your business, Potter," coughed Malfoy, using his wand to summon a glass of water. He drank it down quickly and coughed a bit more. "I need to get to St. Mungo's to have this cough checked out.

"It's smoke inhalation. Your house was filled with smoke from the fire that was there. You know, the one you don't want to tell me about," said Harry.

"It's none of your business," Malfoy repeated.

"Draco Malfoy," said Harry in a tone showcasing the fact his patience was wearing thin, "I am Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I am ordering you tell me what happened here or face criminal charges."

"You haven't stopped being dramatic, I see," commented Draco. He rolled his eyes. "Well if you must know, I was sitting down to dinner and when someone knocked at the door."

"Malfoy," growled Harry. "Get to the important stuff."

Harry listened with baited breath as Malfoy recounted the tale. He held all his questions till the end, though he did have to force Malfoy to continue at points where he did not want to tell what happened.

"What was this woman's name?" Harry asked.

"Vespa," said Malfoy simply.

"I've never heard of her. What's her last name?" he asked.

"You're not going to believe me if I tell you," Draco responded.

Harry sighed. "Try me."

"Her name, according to her is Vespa LeStrange," said Draco, holding up a hand to stop Harry from interrupting. "She is claiming to be the daughter of my Aunt Bella. She didn't say who her father was, but I think she's the real thing, Potter. She looks just like her, and she's a little bite more crazy."

Harry looked thoughtful. "I'm going to need you to come in and give a testimony of this."

"No," Draco said simply.

"Don't worry; unless this becomes bigger, the only people that will have access to the file are me and the Minister himself. The Prophet doesn't have to know about a fire on a private residence either. You'll just have to repeat everything you told me. Is that alright?" Harry asked, though the tone in his voice let Malfoy know that he was telling him what to do.

"Fine," Draco said. "Can I go now?" He stood up, preparing to appparate.

"Hold on," Harry said, standing as well. "I'm going to need some more information about this woman."

"How did she start the fire?" asked Harry.

"She used her wand to spell out something in fire. She said I should remember it."

"What word was it?" asked Harry, now becoming more intrigued.

"She spelled out the word traitor," he responded.

"Damn," mumbled Harry. "Why did she let you live?"

Draco glared at Harry after he asked this question. "She said that someone had to live to tell the tale. She also said she'd be seeing me later," Draco said.

"Well, thanks for all this information, Malfoy. Make sure you get yourself to St. Mungo's. I'll owl you and let you know when you need to come into the Ministry."

"Yeah, whatever," mumbled Draco, wincing as he touched the wound on his face. "Oh and Potter, you'd best be careful around this one. She used some spell I've never seen before, and I don't think she quite finished it."

"Well, thanks for the heads up, Malfoy. And by the way, I don't want you trying to get revenge against this woman. The Ministry will be investigating, and I'll be heading them up," Harry said. He looked at the man seriously. He nodded to him, and Draco did the same. After walking a small way from Draco, Harry heard a small pop and turned to see that Malfoy had vanished. He followed suit and did the same.

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"We really lucked out today, didn't we?" Albus mused as he stood outside next to Rose and Jonathan. "First class on our second day, and we're learning how to fly."

"Yeah, well you're probably going to be a natural," Rose commented. "You mum did play for a professional team, and I heard your dad was the best seeker Gryffindor had." A pained expression came across her face. "I don't think I'll be very good at it though," she sighed.

"Here comes Madam Hooch," Jonathan said. He stopped playing with his bottle cap necklace and placed it back on his neck. He stared at the woman, glancing up at her yellow hawk like eyes and short cut gray hair. She glared at the students menacingly.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said. "Everyone step up and stand next to a broom."

The first years took this command and moved up quickly to stand next to a broomstick that was lying flat on the grass.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, in a loud clear voice, I want you all to say the word up while holding your hand over the broomstick. Remember, you are commanding the broom to come to you, so make sure your voice is forceful," she explained. She looked around one time to make sure that they all understood. She blew her whistle loudly.

"Up," said Albus in a loud voice. The broom stick flew into his hands with much force. He held it there, staring at it in amazement that he had done it correctly on the first time. He turned to Jonathan who's broom had done the same after a few tries. They then turned their attention to Rose who's broom had done nothing more than wiggle a little bit.

After a few minutes more, everyone's broom had staggered into the hands of the person using it. Madam Hooch then began to direct everyone as to what to do next. "Now, I want you to mount your brooms. You will then kick off hard from the ground and hover a few feet above the ground for just about a minute. Then I want you all to let yourselves down very gently back to the ground. Understood?"

The children all nodded in agreement as they began to mount their brooms. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and they all kicked off hard from the ground.

The movement of the broom scared Albus just for the tiniest of moments. It seemed to anticipate his movements, though he was not moving more than a few inches to the left or the right. He looked down, noticing that he was about 7 or 8 feet in the air. Not everyone was as high as him though. About a foot below was Jonathan, and below them both was Rose. It was quite a sight, watching her try to keep herself hovering. She would kick off from the ground very hard, and she would be fine for a few moments. However, as soon as she tried to stay in the air, the broom would slam back down into the ground with a little thud.

"Now, I want you all to come back down. To come back down, all you have to do is put a little bit more weight onto the broom and lean backwards just a little bit. If you lean too much, you'll fall," she explained.

Albus was saddened a little by the prospect of coming down, but he decided to comply. Others had already come down to the ground and Madam Hooch's yellow eyes were gazing at those who had not yet done so. Albus leaned back a little and began to feel himself heading towards the ground. However, he soon felt he was going to fall off and leaned forward.

No sooner had he done this, he knew it was a mistake. His broom whizzed forward and he could do nothing more than lean in as he sped up. He could hear Madam Hooch's whistle, yet he could do nothing about it. He had not been told how to stop a broomstick. He learned backwards and the broom began to slow down. He leaned a bit more backwards and the broom came to a complete stop. He turned around and saw Madam Hooch zooming towards him. He gulped a bit, and began to pale. He knew he was in trouble.

"Potter!" she yelled. "What would possess you to try and pull a stunt like that on your first day on a broom?

"I…it….I didn't mean to. I felt like I was gonna fall off so I leaned forward and I zoomed ahead."

"Well, next time, be more careful," she said as the two slowly began to make their way back to the crowd of students. "You know, you might make a decent Chaser one day if you practice enough."

Albus looked up at the woman as she smirked at him. He smiled back at her.

The class soon broke and the queue of Gryffindors all headed towards the next class of the day which was Transfiguration. Albus had been very excited for this class. He had seen his mother use Transfiguration spells at many occasions, especially when he was a child. She would create toys for him and Lily to play with.

They entered the Transfiguration classroom and took three seats in the front row. The Hufflepuffs did the same. They waited a few moments for the professor to arrive. However, the time for the class to start had come and gone, and still no sign of the teacher.

"Look," said Rose. She was talking to Jonathan and Albus, but the entire class turned their heads to where her finger was pointing.

A chess set was moving by itself. The small pieces seemed to be moving by themselves with no bit of prodding. As the students continued to watch, the pieces continued to play by themselves, removing themselves from the board as they were eliminated. In the end, black was the winner. The pieces all moved themselves back onto the board, setting themselves up for another game.

"Transfiguration," came a voice from behind the desk, "is the art of making one thing turn into something else. It can make the inanimate move, and the animate turn into statues." A small white light glowed for just an instant and a man appeared.

The man appeared to be in his early forties. Crow's feet played at the corners of his tired looking eyes. They shone with a deep brown sorrow. Despite the sadness in his eyes, he was smiling quite broadly. He was wearing dark gray robes, and a hat to match. From under the brim of the hat, graying black hair could be seen.

"I am Professor Hewlett," he announced. "Can anyone guess what kind of charm I have placed on these chess pieces?" Albus and Rose both raised their hands quickly.

"You," Professor Hewlett said, pointing to Albus. Rose put her hand down looking defeated.

"I think you used a Locomotor's Charm on it. It makes objects move, and its one of the simplest charms."

"You are correct," the Professor agreed. "Ten points to Gryffindor. Now, charms are another class all together. The reason that these pieces are so great is that they were not always chess pieces. In fact, they were not always inanimate objects." He mumbled something very quickly and the class was amazed as the chess pieces changed quickly into little black and white mice. Professor Hewlett quickly gathered the mice up and put them into a cage.

"Transfiguration is complex and dangerous magic. Messing up in this class is permitted, no one expects you to be perfect," he said in a serious tone. "Messing around will not be tolerated. When you step into this classroom, be ready to learn." He paused for a moment to let the words sink in. "Now, it's the first day, and I'd really hate to weigh you all down with a lot of homework. Today you will have one simple assignment. You must come back to class with the name of the transfiguration I used, as well as the spell I used to do it."

For the remaining time of the class, they had to copy down a syllabus from the board. When they were done with this, Professor Hewlett went into more depth about what they would be studying. The class ended and the hungry trio headed towards the Great Hall for lunch.

"I wonder how long it'll be before Uncle Harry writes back," said Rose.

"No long, I hope," said Albus.

"Don't worry about it, he's reliable," she said. She turned to Jonathan who was reading a magazine, though it was unclear to Rose how he was doing so. "Jonathan, don't you think you should turn the magazine right side up so you can read it?"

Jonathan looked up from the magazine and stared at Rose as though she had just said the most peculiar thing he had ever heard. "No, I'm quite fine, thank you very much," he said.

"What are you reading?" asked Albus after taking a sip from his goblet.

"My grandfather publishes it. It's The Quibbler," he said. "Did you know that the Ministry of Magic is actually a storage place for Muggle gold? The Minister keeps it just in case the muggles should ever find out about magic again. He can pay them to keep it quiet," Jonathan explained.

Both Rose and Albus stared at their friend quizzically. Soon lunch ended and the Gryffindors headed for their final class of the day; Defense Against The Dark Arts. They made their way to the classroom without much happening. They passed Scorpius in the hall who nodded to both of them before hurrying along to catch up with his Slytherin friends.

Professor McCuliber was leaning on her desk when the students came in. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws came in and took seats. She looked at the students, allowing her eyes to gaze lazily around the room. Albus noticed that the room had some faint smell; he could not pinpoint what it was but he remembered it from home. He was snapped from his thought by the sound of Professor McCuliber talking.

"Defense Against The Dark Arts is one of the most powerful branches of magic you will learn at Hogwarts. It is also one of the most complicated. In this class, you will be expected to meet your greatest fears face to face and conquer them. You will learn about dark creatures, and even meet a few. You will learn spells to help you defend yourself if the need should ever arise. Now, I'd like you all to copy the class outline from the board. If you all do it quickly enough, we may have time to start on our first spell," she said. She tapped the board with her wand and the course outline appeared.

The students copied down the work quickly, anticipating learning a new spell. Professor McCuliber was delighted

She smiled. "Now, you're not supposed to be learning this until your second year. But it's a rather simple spell and it's very useful. This is called the Disarming Spell. The wand movement is very simple, as there is none. You can just have your wand pointed at the person and say the words, and the spell will have the same effect as if you have waved it a bit more. Now, the incantation is simple. Expelliarmus. I want you all to repeat it."

The class did so, and she continued.

"Now, as much as I'd like you all to be able to perform the spell here in class, I fear that there is just not enough time. For homework, I'd like you all to practice the spell. However, you are not to practice it on one another, and if I should get word that a single first year has performed the spell outside of this classroom, you will become very acquainted with detention. Am I making myself clear?" The students nodded in agreement. She opened her mouth to speak when a hand went up in the back.

"Yes, Ms. Sullivan?"

"I was wondering, if you could show us the spell," the girl said.

"I would be able to show you the spell," said Professor McCuliber. "However, I have no one to practice it on. Yes, I know many of you would like to volunteer," and indeed she was correct. Many hands had gone up when she said this. "However, I am much more powerful than you all. The more powerful the caster, the more powerful the spell. One of you could point your wands at me and say the spell and my wand would do a little more than jerk around in my hand. However, if I were to cast the spell on one of you…well…let's just say that I'd do more than just disarm you." She paused for a moment before continuing. "We were due to have a special guest speaker come and talk to the class today, but due to unforeseen circumstances, it had to be rescheduled."

She continued to talk about different things they would learn about during the course of the school yeah. She made it sound quite interesting. Class soon ended and the Gryffindors and Ravelclaws alike all headed to their common rooms to drop off their bags. It was a beautiful day outside and they wanted to enjoy it.

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It was much later in the evening. The sun was no longer out and the moon was just beginning to peak its head over the horizon. With a small pop, a man appeared just outside one of the larger houses on the block. He walked through the gate and up the front steps. No sooner had he opened the front door, he wished he had something to keep him at work a little longer.

"Harry James Potter!" his wife bellowed.

He entered the house fully and closed the door. Walking into the kitchen, he saw his wife sitting at the dinner table. He bent down a little, kissing her on the forehead.

"Hello dear," he said calmly.

"Don't you hello dear me," she said. She was showcasing the trademark Weasley temper. "I cannot believe you."

"What did I do?" he asked, sitting down picking up a fork. She had left his plate out.

"I cannot believe you didn't tell Albus anything about you or your life before he went to Hogwarts."

Harry began to pale. "Dear, I was planning on telling him. But I didn't know how he would take it. You know how emotional he can be sometimes."

She stared at him in disbelief. "Harry, you know what he's like. He is more like his father than any of our children, and he sounded so hurt in his letter. You know how much you hated it when secrets were kept from you when you were his age, and now you want to go ahead and do the same?"

Harry swallowed hard. Ginny knew how to lay the guilt on thick. "You're right. I have to go to Hogwarts soon to talk to the first years. I'll take the opportunity to talk to him them. Alright?"

"Yes," she smiled at him, rubbing his thigh. "Lily's not here. She's gone over to my parent's house."

Harry gazed at his wife, seeing the devilish look in her eyes. He finished his plate and his drink. "So, does this mean we have the house all to ourselves?"

"Yes it does, Mr. Potter," she said. "How was work?"

"It was…work…to say the least," He said. He sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair.

Ginny picked up his dishes and took them to the sink, preparing to wash them. "What happened?"

"Gin, you know I'm not supposed to discuss Ministry business with anyone outside of the Ministry," said Harry in a mocking tone.

"Harry, you know that as your wife, you're honor bound to tell me everything," she said in a serenely sweet tone, sounding very Umbridge-like.

"Well dear," he began, "and I don't want you to get excited about anything I'm going to say, but something is happening."

"Something like what?" she asked, not turning to him as she continued to wash the dishes.

"To sum it all up in a nut shell, someone broke into Severus' home and left a sign. Then that same someone also attacked Draco Malfoy and almost killed him, and from what I hear, she's incredibly powerful," he explained.

"She?" asked Ginny, turning to him, now very interested.

"Yes," he said. "She goes by the name of Vespa LeStrange."

His wife's eyes bulged at the sound of the name. "LeStrange? Oh, Harry, it can't be. All the LeStrange's are dead and gone."

"Well, according to her, she's Bella's daughter. I'm not so keen to believe it though."

"Why not Harry? If she was able to almost kill Draco Malfoy and leave some sort of sign, why don't you want to believe it?"

He stared at his wife, peering into her deep eyes. "Because Gin," he began, "If I believe that this woman is who she claims to be…it's beginning again."