The Next Generation- Chapter 1
Author's Note: Ron and Harry never thought that they'd end up with family lives until now, but now life is really about change.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters, just the made up ones that will show up in this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Ten years has passed by, and life has been great for everyone. They were all done with Quidditch now, finishing up with it two years ago, and they all returned to their old jobs and lives. Hermione stood next to Ginny as Harry and Ron got ready to go with Ron and Hermione's son to pick up his school things for his first year at Hogwarts. Hermione still had tears in her eyes from when the letter had arrived. Ron threw some Floo Powder into the fireplace.
"John, get down here! It's time to go!" announced Hermione from the bottom of the stairs. A little boy with vivid red hair and lovely green eyes came hopping down the stairs, followed by Crookshanks and Pig. Ron smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. "Now you two take care. I don't want you losing him, got it." She said, looking up at Ron, who grinned innocently.
"Relax 'Mione. We've been to Diagon Alley plenty of times and Harry and me heave only lost him. once." Said Ron and laughed nervously, trying to avoid the look his wife was now giving him. The first time they had taken John with them to Diagon Alley, they traveled by Floo Powder, and he had the same luck Harry did his first time. Hermione wouldn't let him travel like that again for the past five years.
"Listen, I'll go ahead and make sure he gets there ok." Said Harry. Hermione, Ginny, John and Ron watched as Harry walked into the fire, shouted Diagon Alley, and disappeared.
"WICKED!" said John excitedly. He ran to the fireplace, but Hermione grabbed him by the hood of his sweatshirt.
"I want you to stay with your father and uncle, got it. I know how you are." She said, he expression going from stern to gentle. Ron pulled him from her grasp.
"Hermione, he'll be eleven in four days. He'll survive. Why don't you relax and take Ginny to that huge muggle shop. What's it called again?"
"A mall Ron. Really, you could have really used an extra year of muggle studies." Ginny teased. When Ron had turned around to instruct his son on what to do, he had already thrown some Floo powder into the fireplace and jumped in.
"TO DIAGON ALLEY!" he cheered, and disappeared.
"JOHN! Get back here!" Ron yelled up the fireplace. He sighed and got ready to go as well when Hermione grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled his face close to hers.
"Ron, make sure he doesn't meet any Draco JR's while you're out, ok." She said. Ron grinned and leaned forward, kissing her gently.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him." He promised, then he kissed her one last time before backing all the way into the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley." He said, and was gone. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
John ran excitedly around ahead of Ron and Harry as he pressed his face up against the windows of shops and begged for items. At one point, he even asked Ron to by him a snowy white owl like Hedwig. "You know, we should go get your robes. They shouldn't take long." Said Harry. Ron nodded and sent his son into Madam Malkin's Robe for Every Occasion while they went to get his schoolbooks.
"Hey there!" came a voice and John turned to face a boy with sandy hair and bright brown eyes. He grinned. "Hi, you going to Hogwarts too?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, my name's John Weasley, but people call me Jay." He answered. "What about you?"
"Oh, I've heard a lot about your family! My name's Chris Finnigan." He answered. "My dad's Seamus Finnigan and my mum's Lavender"
"My parents are Ron Weasley and Hermione."
"Ok boys, that's enough with the chitchat, I'm sure you've got a lot of school things to get." Said Madam Malkin, coming up with another witch, who began to work on Chris's robes. John listened as Chris told him that he lived in the muggle community and that he really didn't really see as much wizard like things. As John explained about his family living in a wizard community, a young girl came in the store, her dark hair up in two high pigtails and the back hanging out.
"For Hogwarts?" asked Madam Malkin.
"Yes ma'am." She answered and was told to stand on a stool near the boys. As the two older witches went off to get more supplies, the girl stood patiently, trying to ignore the fact that the boys were staring at her. Then she finally turned and glared at them in annoyance.
"Eye problem?" she asked sternly and the boys grinned.
"No, just curious. My names Chris and this is John. What's your name?"
"Jessica Thomas." She answered. Noticing how curious the boys were, she told them that her dad was Dean Thomas and had taught her plenty about magic.
"What about your mum?"
"Her name is Parvati. She's real great, but she and my dad got into this horrible argument so I'm staying with my dad right now. But he isn't taking as bad, Says it gives him more of a chance to raise me the right way." As the kids talked, time seemed to fly by and they paid for their items and left the store before going to find their parents and also looking forward to seeing each other at King's Cross.
"Alright Jay, next is your wand. I'm sure you can handle this just as well." Said Harry cheerfully and the little boy nodded, getting some money from Ron and running of to get his wand.
"Aww yes, another Weasley." Came a voice and John looked up to see an old man with pale eyes and not much hair came up and smiled at him. "Spitting image of your father. I remember well a little accident his second year that sent him here to get his very own wand. Yes, I remember it like it were yesterday." Said Mr. Ollivander cheerfully. He had went through twelve different wands before getting the perfect one. "It's great." Said John cheerfully, giving his wand a wave.
"Funny, your wand has the same contents your father's did (a unicorn hair), and as your mothers (the type of wood). What a nice combination this is. You'll be able to accomplish a lot with this." Suddenly, the shop door flew open and a blonde boy, looking a lot like his father, came in.
"Aww, Draco Malfoy. And your son I presume?" The older man that Mr. Ollivander called Draco Malfoy began to talk to him the boy turned to John.
"Hey, you here alone?" he asked in the most boring and deadest voice that John had ever heard.
"No, I'm here with my uncle and dad. My name's John."
"Jason Malfoy. That's my dad, Draco Malfoy. He's rich you know. And our family is the perfect wizard family you know." He said.
"What do you mean by.'perfect'?"
"You know, clean blood. No muggle blood dirtying it up." He answered. John was about to say something smart, he did have his dad's temper after all, but Harry and Ron had just entered the shop any way.
"Hey kid, what's taking so long? You do want to get some ice cream before we go home right?" asked Ron cheerfully. Malfoy turned to face Harry and Ron with a sneer. Nothing about him had changed. He still hated Potter and Weasley and still felt the same about muggle borns or people who didn't have pure blood.
"What are you doing here? I thought there was a law against polluting the streets with trash. Let alone bringing into stores." He said.
"Watch it Malfoy." Snapped Harry, reaching for his wand, ignoring the worried look on Mr. Ollivander's face.
"Aww don't put your self down so much Malfoy. I think everyone already knows you're one level lower than dragon dung." Said Ron before grabbing his son's wrist and heading out the store, leaving everyone speechless. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After getting all John's things and his promised ice cream, they finally decided to head home. Hermione was sitting on the couch reading when her husband and son arrived. John was sleeping on Ron's back as he dropped the shopping bags onto the ground. "So, you had to travel by portkey I suppose?" she asked not looking up from her book.
"Well we kind of forgot to bring some Floo powder with us. Had no choice. I'm going to take this kid up to bed." Said Ron and Hermione followed him upstairs.
"So, what went wrong?" she asked, leaning in the doorway of their son's room. Ron winced.
"What are you talking about? We had a great time." He said, taking the boy's shoes off and turning to his wife with a nervous laugh. She glared at him and went over to cover her son up, brushing the red hair out of his face before turning to Ron.
"You got into a fight didn't you?" she asked and Ron's ears went pink. "Honestly Ron, you're an adult now! You keep acting like this and we'll be getting a letter from McGonagall saying that our son is getting expelled for blowing up Moaning Mertle's bathroom!" she snapped and stomped angrily out the room.
"I honestly didn't think it was that serious."
Author's Note: Ron and Harry never thought that they'd end up with family lives until now, but now life is really about change.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters, just the made up ones that will show up in this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Ten years has passed by, and life has been great for everyone. They were all done with Quidditch now, finishing up with it two years ago, and they all returned to their old jobs and lives. Hermione stood next to Ginny as Harry and Ron got ready to go with Ron and Hermione's son to pick up his school things for his first year at Hogwarts. Hermione still had tears in her eyes from when the letter had arrived. Ron threw some Floo Powder into the fireplace.
"John, get down here! It's time to go!" announced Hermione from the bottom of the stairs. A little boy with vivid red hair and lovely green eyes came hopping down the stairs, followed by Crookshanks and Pig. Ron smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. "Now you two take care. I don't want you losing him, got it." She said, looking up at Ron, who grinned innocently.
"Relax 'Mione. We've been to Diagon Alley plenty of times and Harry and me heave only lost him. once." Said Ron and laughed nervously, trying to avoid the look his wife was now giving him. The first time they had taken John with them to Diagon Alley, they traveled by Floo Powder, and he had the same luck Harry did his first time. Hermione wouldn't let him travel like that again for the past five years.
"Listen, I'll go ahead and make sure he gets there ok." Said Harry. Hermione, Ginny, John and Ron watched as Harry walked into the fire, shouted Diagon Alley, and disappeared.
"WICKED!" said John excitedly. He ran to the fireplace, but Hermione grabbed him by the hood of his sweatshirt.
"I want you to stay with your father and uncle, got it. I know how you are." She said, he expression going from stern to gentle. Ron pulled him from her grasp.
"Hermione, he'll be eleven in four days. He'll survive. Why don't you relax and take Ginny to that huge muggle shop. What's it called again?"
"A mall Ron. Really, you could have really used an extra year of muggle studies." Ginny teased. When Ron had turned around to instruct his son on what to do, he had already thrown some Floo powder into the fireplace and jumped in.
"TO DIAGON ALLEY!" he cheered, and disappeared.
"JOHN! Get back here!" Ron yelled up the fireplace. He sighed and got ready to go as well when Hermione grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled his face close to hers.
"Ron, make sure he doesn't meet any Draco JR's while you're out, ok." She said. Ron grinned and leaned forward, kissing her gently.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him." He promised, then he kissed her one last time before backing all the way into the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley." He said, and was gone. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
John ran excitedly around ahead of Ron and Harry as he pressed his face up against the windows of shops and begged for items. At one point, he even asked Ron to by him a snowy white owl like Hedwig. "You know, we should go get your robes. They shouldn't take long." Said Harry. Ron nodded and sent his son into Madam Malkin's Robe for Every Occasion while they went to get his schoolbooks.
"Hey there!" came a voice and John turned to face a boy with sandy hair and bright brown eyes. He grinned. "Hi, you going to Hogwarts too?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, my name's John Weasley, but people call me Jay." He answered. "What about you?"
"Oh, I've heard a lot about your family! My name's Chris Finnigan." He answered. "My dad's Seamus Finnigan and my mum's Lavender"
"My parents are Ron Weasley and Hermione."
"Ok boys, that's enough with the chitchat, I'm sure you've got a lot of school things to get." Said Madam Malkin, coming up with another witch, who began to work on Chris's robes. John listened as Chris told him that he lived in the muggle community and that he really didn't really see as much wizard like things. As John explained about his family living in a wizard community, a young girl came in the store, her dark hair up in two high pigtails and the back hanging out.
"For Hogwarts?" asked Madam Malkin.
"Yes ma'am." She answered and was told to stand on a stool near the boys. As the two older witches went off to get more supplies, the girl stood patiently, trying to ignore the fact that the boys were staring at her. Then she finally turned and glared at them in annoyance.
"Eye problem?" she asked sternly and the boys grinned.
"No, just curious. My names Chris and this is John. What's your name?"
"Jessica Thomas." She answered. Noticing how curious the boys were, she told them that her dad was Dean Thomas and had taught her plenty about magic.
"What about your mum?"
"Her name is Parvati. She's real great, but she and my dad got into this horrible argument so I'm staying with my dad right now. But he isn't taking as bad, Says it gives him more of a chance to raise me the right way." As the kids talked, time seemed to fly by and they paid for their items and left the store before going to find their parents and also looking forward to seeing each other at King's Cross.
"Alright Jay, next is your wand. I'm sure you can handle this just as well." Said Harry cheerfully and the little boy nodded, getting some money from Ron and running of to get his wand.
"Aww yes, another Weasley." Came a voice and John looked up to see an old man with pale eyes and not much hair came up and smiled at him. "Spitting image of your father. I remember well a little accident his second year that sent him here to get his very own wand. Yes, I remember it like it were yesterday." Said Mr. Ollivander cheerfully. He had went through twelve different wands before getting the perfect one. "It's great." Said John cheerfully, giving his wand a wave.
"Funny, your wand has the same contents your father's did (a unicorn hair), and as your mothers (the type of wood). What a nice combination this is. You'll be able to accomplish a lot with this." Suddenly, the shop door flew open and a blonde boy, looking a lot like his father, came in.
"Aww, Draco Malfoy. And your son I presume?" The older man that Mr. Ollivander called Draco Malfoy began to talk to him the boy turned to John.
"Hey, you here alone?" he asked in the most boring and deadest voice that John had ever heard.
"No, I'm here with my uncle and dad. My name's John."
"Jason Malfoy. That's my dad, Draco Malfoy. He's rich you know. And our family is the perfect wizard family you know." He said.
"What do you mean by.'perfect'?"
"You know, clean blood. No muggle blood dirtying it up." He answered. John was about to say something smart, he did have his dad's temper after all, but Harry and Ron had just entered the shop any way.
"Hey kid, what's taking so long? You do want to get some ice cream before we go home right?" asked Ron cheerfully. Malfoy turned to face Harry and Ron with a sneer. Nothing about him had changed. He still hated Potter and Weasley and still felt the same about muggle borns or people who didn't have pure blood.
"What are you doing here? I thought there was a law against polluting the streets with trash. Let alone bringing into stores." He said.
"Watch it Malfoy." Snapped Harry, reaching for his wand, ignoring the worried look on Mr. Ollivander's face.
"Aww don't put your self down so much Malfoy. I think everyone already knows you're one level lower than dragon dung." Said Ron before grabbing his son's wrist and heading out the store, leaving everyone speechless. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After getting all John's things and his promised ice cream, they finally decided to head home. Hermione was sitting on the couch reading when her husband and son arrived. John was sleeping on Ron's back as he dropped the shopping bags onto the ground. "So, you had to travel by portkey I suppose?" she asked not looking up from her book.
"Well we kind of forgot to bring some Floo powder with us. Had no choice. I'm going to take this kid up to bed." Said Ron and Hermione followed him upstairs.
"So, what went wrong?" she asked, leaning in the doorway of their son's room. Ron winced.
"What are you talking about? We had a great time." He said, taking the boy's shoes off and turning to his wife with a nervous laugh. She glared at him and went over to cover her son up, brushing the red hair out of his face before turning to Ron.
"You got into a fight didn't you?" she asked and Ron's ears went pink. "Honestly Ron, you're an adult now! You keep acting like this and we'll be getting a letter from McGonagall saying that our son is getting expelled for blowing up Moaning Mertle's bathroom!" she snapped and stomped angrily out the room.
"I honestly didn't think it was that serious."