Disclaimer: Even if the story comes from my imagination, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Enjoy!

Remainder:

Henry Evans is James Potter

Damien Evans is Sirius Black

Mary White is Lily Evans

Chapter 4: Back to Hogwarts

After 24 years, Hermione Weasley, born Hermione Granger returned to Hogwarts. The arithmancy`s teacher had retire at the end of the summer without a word and McGonagall had asked her to teach, only the time for her to find a new teacher. One hour since she went back to school and she was already regretting her decision. First, Hermione`s two children were still in school and she would have to teach her daughter Rose who was a seventh year and even if the two of them had a good relationship, it wouldn`t be easy. Secondly, she hadn`t come back since her graduation. The last year she spent in Hogwarts had been difficult, even if Ginny was there, Ron was in Spain for Quidditch training and Harry was gone. Not only Harry, she was the only Gryffindor seventh year who had survived the last battle. She had been alone in the room she used to share with 4 other girls for six years. Sometimes Ginny would come and sleep with her but it was not the same. Seeing Parvati and Lavender`s ghosts was not making it any easier. The two girls was not mad at her, obviously what happened was not her fault, but she couln`t stop feeling guilty for being alive. She had a life in front of her, a man she loved, a future. Not them. Every day, during meals she would stare at the Memorial Wall, with the names of her friends, the name of the one who was a brother to her. Hermione did not believe in God, or in Haven nor did she believed in Hell, but if something like this existed, she would prayed for Harry to find peace, somewhere he would be with his parents and Remus and Sirius. She made a promise, all those years ago, in front of this Wall: she would not waste the chance she had, she would be happy. And happy she was. She married Ron and at first they traveled all around the world, just the both of them. Sometimes with Neville. They had bought a little house, not far from London, and she had two amazing children. But sometimes, especially around Halloween or the end of July, she would look at the picture of three eleven years old, which was in their kitchen, a little longer than usual and she would cry. She had told her children about Harry, but the rest of the world was forgetting, and maybe it was better this way. The next generation didn`t knew war, only peace and The Wizarding War II was no more than history. She would talk about Harry with Ron, remembering the good times sometimes. She knew that Ron would never forget him, just like her. Without him, things were not the same. Ron had a hard time accepting Ginny and Neville dating. For him, it was like treason to his best friend. But Neville had lost Luna, just the same Ginny had lost Harry, and if they could bring a little comfort to each other then why not? Neville and Ginny got married about one year later and they even had twins, a boy and girl. The boy was really like his father, with blond hair but he had his mother blue eyes and his mother temper, and he was named Franck Harry Longbottom. His twin sister had her mother red hair and her father brown eyes, she was the shy one. She was named Molly II Luna Longbottom. The two of them were eleven and going to start Hogwarts tomorrow.

The next day Hermione was in the Great Hall, waiting for the student to come in. She was sitting next to Neville and was absently looking at the Wall. Around 7 pm, the older started to get in the Great Hall and she saw Hugo, speaking with Fred II, probably about some pranks, at the Gryffindor table. He happily waved at her when he saw her and she smiled back. She although spotted her daughter at the Ravenclaw table engaged in a conversation with her best friend, Sofia Davis, a muggle born brunette. About 30 minutes later, the first year came, following the new Potion professor, a man she had never talked to. He was although the Head of Slytherin. She saw Franck and Molly in the middle, holding hands as they always were. At the end of the line, three older students were standing, Minerva had told him about the three transfer students, even if only the girl would be taking her class. She watched the new students being sent to one house or the other, the reputation of Slytherin had greatly improved since the time she was a student. Molly and Franck both got sent to Huffleppuf, to everyone surprise. The three transfer students were looking around, patiently waiting for their turn. Damien Evans was the first one to go under the Hat. He spent almost 20 minutes under the Hat before being sent to Gryffindor. The same things happened for the two others, and the three of them ended in Gryffindor. During dinner, Hermione was wondering if the time each spent with the Hat had to do with their age, 17. Teenagers, almost adult, their brain and capacities were certainly more complex than eleven years old children. She watched her daughter going to the Gryffindor table, probably to introduce herself to the new students as she had been made Head Girl.

Lily Evans, currently known as Mary White, was looking around her with attention. Hogwarts hadn`t change a bit…It was still the same Houses, the same table, most of the teacher were the same…but something was different. Maybe, it was because of the ghosts who were not there before, or maybe it was because of the writing on one of the wall of the Great Hall…even if she couldn`t read it because of the many students sitting between her and the Wall. Mary was lost in her thoughts, half listening to Damien and Henry, as they were talking pranks with two red hairs from Gryffindor. Speaking of red hair, a beautiful one was coming in their direction, from the Ravenclaw table.

"- Hi, my name is Rose Weasley and I am the Head girl this year. You can ask me if you have any question, any problem, I will be glad to help you." The girl introduced herself.

A Weasley thought Mary. And a Weasley girl. Mary was not very close from the Weasley in her time. Arthur and Molly had graduated one year before she entered at Hogwarts, but they were in the Order, and famous for having a bunch of red hair`s boys, maybe five by the time they leaved. Rose must be Molly granddaughter. And thinking of it, the two other boys talking with Damien and Henry may be her cousins.

"Hi, my name is Lil…Mary White. Nice to meet you. So…you are in Ravenclaw?"

That was so pathetic…of course she was in Ravenclaw, she came from their table and had a blue and silver necktie. But Rose just smiled and sat next to her.

"In a matter of fact yes, and proud to be! But my parents and my little brother are Gryffindor." She said pointing at one of the red hair boy. "His name is Hugo and he is starting his fifth year. The red hair next to him is our cousin, Fred, and he is a sixth year. Both of them have sworn they would be the third generation of marauder."

"The third generation of what?" asked Henry spitting his pumpkin juice all around the table.

Rose asked them strangely before answering.

"The third generation of marauder…The original Marauder were students here like 50 years ago and they were said to be the best prankster of all time. When my parents were students here, two of my uncles were prankster too…they kind of worshipped the Marauders, they were the second generation, even if they were not called Marauder. Now my brother and my cousins are the third generation"

"So….this Marauder, they are a kind of legends here" asked Damian, grinning like crazy. Henry looked stunned.

"Yeah kind of….but it's a curse too."

"A curse? Why? They are only pranksters, right?"

"Yeah but the originals Marauders had been betrayed by one of their friends and all of them died in the end of Voldemort or by his death eaters, along with their family. The seconds' generation of marauder was twins and one of them died during the last battle."

Mary stayed silent. They were dead…all of them. Betrayed by a friend. Dumbledore had told them not to try to learn about them, and they didn't know exactly when and how they were going to die but still. Henry and Damien went pale.

"It was a long time ago you know…The war is over now, there is nothing to be afraid of anymore." Thankfully, Rose had mistaken their reaction, and was trying to reassure them. "Even if you come from far away, I thought you had heard of the war, I am sorry."

"Don't be. It's our fault. We knew you had a war, but we don't know any details about it."

Rose smiled weakly.

"So Rose, what are your parents doing?" asked Damien with a charming smile while Henry chuckled, Rose was a very pretty girl and Damien was a Don Juan.

"Actually, my mother is the professor of Arithmancy here" said Rose, pointing at a woman, sitting near a blond man, who was reminding her of someone, but she couldn't put a name in his face. The woman, professor Weasley was really beautiful and she had the same hair then her daughter, except for the color. "And my dad is a Quidditch player."

"Really? That's cool! Do you play?" Mary sighed, boys and Quidditch…a love story she would never be able to understand.

"In a matter of fact yes, I am a chaser for Ravenclaw. My brother is the keeper of Gryffindor team and Fred is a chaser too."

"I am a chaser too" exclaimed Henry! Maybe we can join Gryffindor team, if they are looking for new player?"

"I am not sure, but you can ask Fred, he is the new captain of the team."

"Hey Rose, sorry to interrupt but can you tell me who is the teacher sitting next to your mother? He reminds me of someone but I don't know who…"

"It's Neville Longbottom, the Herbology teacher. He married my father's younger sister so he is my uncle too. His children start Hogwarts this year.

Longbottom. Like Franck Longbottom, Alice's boyfriend. Alice was a Hufflepuff, in her year and the two girls was really close. Alice was in the Order too. Neville was probably her son; Neville has her eyes and her nose.

"He looks nice."

"He is! With him Herbology is almost interesting!" she laughed. "He is very good in DADA, as he fought in the Last Battle alongside my parents.

"Your mother fought in the Last Battle? When and what is it? I mean she looks so young!"

"They were 17. But my parents almost never talk about it. I learned about the war in school but that not the same. To tell the truth I am not sure I want to know. But if you are interested, you can ask the ghosts."

"The ghosts?"

"For example, this two" Rose said, pointing at two ghostly young women who were speaking and flirting with three seventh year "Parvati and Lavender, both of them died in the Last Battle and choose to stay. They were seventh year Gryffindor when they died."

Mary just stared at the ghosts. It was so sad. All of young ghosts here, were they victim of the war, killed by death eater or by Voldemort? The girls looked so happy but still it was not right.

Later that night, Henry, Damien and her stayed last in the common room. They all were shocked by what they learned today. About them of course, they tried to guess the friend who would betray them but they couldn't think of anyone. It was really hard to imagine someone they know to do such a horrendous thing.

They also talk about the war…If the Last Battle took place 25 years ago, then it mean the war had been very long. How many people they knew had died, loose someone? And finally how did Voldemort died? Who killed him?

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