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Chapter 1

There's more to a story than what's already written. You'd understand that if you read my last story, Harry Potter and the Unauthorized Adaptation. You may think that story ended on a perfect note; Snape let's go of his contempt, the bad guys go to jail, the Wizarding world is finally at peace. Or, so I said.

With the Wizarding world no longer being ruled by war, the future still seemed uncertain. Voldemort and his death eaters may have been gone, but this had not brought much in the way of change to the Wizarding World. There were still plenty that saw muggles and muggle borns as a joke and the Minister of Magic was still usually a pure blood who knew nothing about muggles and was still grounded in a pure blooded lifestyle. But all of this was soon to change.

Remember where we left off, the kids get off the train, head home, have a wonderful summer, and then comes all the little things I talked about in Muggles and their Disney Movies. That story took you over all the little outings over the next couple of years. Now we pick up right where that story left off.

It was the summer of 1994, right after third year. In Liverpool, things were looking up. Harry and Hermione had spent the last two weeks in America with some friends they'd met in Florida the previous Christmas. That, unfortunately, is another story.

As much of a great time Harry had in America, he was happy to be home.

A new club had just opened downtown, called the Golden Grotto. Over the last couple of years, word began to spread of where Harry was living, and this attracted more underage witches and wizards to go there and try to see him. So many of them were there, that James and Sirius decided that they needed a place for them to hang and socialize, seeing how most places preferred having adults around. After scouting around town for a while they acquired a bankrupt underground club, (no not the Cavern), and soon enough, the Pothole Pub became the more appropriately named Golden Grotto.

This was a special time for Harry. His group, The Seekers, consisting of himself and Weasley brothers, Ron, Fred, and George, had found a permanent venue to play in the Golden Grotto. The underage witches and wizards who attended had only see this group play at school functions and now had the chance to see them do a regular show.

Every night, the sound of screaming girls would be heard from across the street. This was nothing new to the Muggles, as if they didn't know what band made this sort of thing famous. If you were an older witch or wizard, at least a pure blooded one, you'd think something wasn't right about this and try to pull your child out of it as quickly as possible. And overall, that was one of their first problems. Their parenting was like something out of the 1950's.

It felt like the 1950's, but didn't look like the 1950's. Most people still insisted on looking "respectable" by Victorian standards. Women retreated to their corsets and men flung their capes around. Every night at the Golden Grotto, there wasn't a cape or a corset in sight… for most of the underage witches and wizards, anyway. Some of the pure blooded witches and wizards were being introduced to this new way of life by their muggle-born and half-blooded friends and wore capes and corsets on their parents' orders. But whenever The Seekers came onstage to play, you'd see corsets and other things being flung at them by the girls.

Two of these girls included Gryffindor students Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. The two of them went everywhere together and had the misfortune of being the roommates of Hermione Granger.

Like most Seeker fans, both of them had sir favorites. Parvati stared at Harry with her trademark doe eyes. Being a girl of Indian descent, this was one of her best qualities. Lavender, on the other hand, had other interests. Her attention was fixated towards Ron, pounding away like mad on the drums. Naturally, she felt a churning in her stomach, but it didn't stop her from trying to look pretty in front of him. When he noticed it, it surely caught his fancy.

Also, there were Slytherin students Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis. These two were girls immersed in the pure blood elite since their birth, being Slytherins and all, and they were some of the few that knew nothing about this sort of youth rock n roll culture. But upon seeing Harry clad in black, the first word Daphne thought of was, "classy".

"I don't know," Tracey thought. "I kind of like his friend," she decided as she started staring at Ron, much to Lavender's displeasure.

I think you could expect this to start some schoolgirl arguments over which Seeker belonged to which girl or which Seeker was the best one.

For the muggle borns, and/or half bloods this was nothing new. Most of them had either heard about the whole teen idol and teenybopper culture from muggle relatives, and now they finally had one of their own.

It wasn't just the adolescents, though. Even the upcoming first and second years were bitten by the teenybopper bug. Upcoming second year Romilda Vane, infamous in the other timeline for the sixth year love potions incident, still retained her schoolgirl crush on Harry. Harry's little sister, Sarah Potter, just about to begin her first year at Hogwarts was expected to scream for her brother, to which she replied,

"Ew! As if!"

Her attention was directed at Fred Weasley. She took after her father in the art of teasing and she admired the same qualities at Fred had. It was usually him that had a prank or practical joke up his sleeve and George usually just went along with it.

With the incredible amount of muggle-borns and half-bloods entering the Wizarding World, this seemed like another threat to the pure-blood way of life, at least from the standpoint of the pure blood supremacists. In some ways, they were right. The Seekers were hoping to change the Wizarding World as everyone knew it. Someday, it would be all about what the young generation was into and with the imagination they had, they could stop Wizarding Wars before they ever started. But before I can tell you that story, I have to tell you this story.

Speaking new people entering the Wizarding World, this happened again on Newcastle Road, where the Potter house was. One day, a moving truck mysteriously appeared on the road with an old fashioned looking car parked in the driveway. A new name mysteriously appeared on the mailbox, sounding about as old fashioned as names in the Wizarding World could get. That name was Pevensie. This family came from a totally different universe, with totally different books. It was a universe called, The Chronicles of Narnia.

If you've read those books, you're probably wondering how they got to the 90's when they clearly lived in the 40's, stay tuned.

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