Chapter 1: Maria Meets Professor McGonagall. I own nothing, but the plot to this story. All the character and places belongs to God herself, J.K. Rowling.

11-year old Maria Potter was standing there, waiting for the Hogwarts Express. Soon she would be a 1st year student there, and she was very happy and exited. Starting at Hogwarts was something she had been looking forward to for a very long time. Actually, ever since her parents told her about the school. They had both been students there, many years ago, both in Gryffindor, so naturally Maria hoped to get in there too. Both her mum and dad had enjoyed their time at Hogwarts very much, and when they talked about it, there was always that tone in their voices, that told Maria that it was an amazing place.

"Have you remembered everything, Maria?" asked Maria's mother, Lavender.

"Yes, mum. Everything is packed and ready to go. Oh mum, I'm so exited, isn't the train going to show up here soon?" Maria asked, tapping her right food nervously up and down. A habit she had picked up on from her mother.

"Yes, it should only be a few more minutes" her father, famous Harry Potter, said. He smiled knowingly, as he remembered how nervous he had been. It was good he had met Ron and the rest of the Weasley's that day, or he would have been all alone. Such a shame they had lost contact.

Maria's parents chatted a little over her head, while Maria was getting slightly annoyed. Waiting was not her greatest skill. Three times had they meet someone her parents had went to school with. First it was a man named Neville Longbottom. He had his wife and son with. "That boy is just like his old man, I can sense it" had her father whispered to her afterwards. Then came her mum's best friend Parvati LaMour. Maria knew her. They had visited her family a couple of times. And just a couple of minutes ago her father had chatted a little with someone named Dean Thomas.

Maria was very shy towards people she didn't know, and grateful that her parents loved to talk, so that she didn't have to say that much. Maria looked up at her dad. He was looking around, looking very. searching. "It's strange to be here again" he had explained, but Maria didn't buy that. She knew that he had hoped that his two best friends from school had kids who went to Hogwarts, and that he had hoped to run in to them, or just one of them, today. But he couldn't find Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger.

Suddenly a very lowed sound appeared. "That's the train" Lavender said, and Maria gathered her stuff together. After she had said goodbye to her parents, with a promise of writing every day and a "See you at Christmas", she had got on the train. She knew no one. Except Mrs. LaMour's children, but they were a lot older than her, so they would probably not want her around them. She looked around, and finally she found a seat. The only one sitting there was an old lady.

"Hi" Maria whispered,

The lady looked up "Well, hallo my little friend. Sit down" she said, and pointed to the seat next to her. "I am Professor McGonagall. Normally, I don't go home on vacation, but my youngest granddaughter had her first child this summer, and since she is, well, my favourite, I had to be there. what's your name my friend?"

"Maria. Maria Potter" Maria said, trying to steady her voice.

"Hmm..Potter. As in Harry Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"yes. That's my father" Maria said, relaxing a little bit more now, since Professor McGonagall seemed very nice.

"Your dad. I see. Can I ask what's your mothers name?"

"Lavender"

"Lavender.. Brown?"

"Well yes. But now it's Lavender Potter"

"Oh I see. Well that's interesting. I have been teaching both of them many years ago. Those good old days..." Professor McGonagall seemed to drift of in dreamland for a little time, but suddenly she said, "Yes, Harry Potter you don't just forget like that. He was a pleasant boy, yes he was. A good student, and a fantastic Quidditch player. Boys like him are rare today. But he kept putting himself in danger. Every year he got involved in something dangerous with those other two, hmm. what is it.. The youngest Weasley boy..

"Ron"

"Yes Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger. A marvellous student she was. Without them he would never had gotten through those 7 years alive. I'm sure. That trio was something. Always together. As to this day they still are." McGonagall said, looking at Maria, trying to found out if she looked more like her mother or father.

"Ehh.no. My dad hasn't contact with either of them anymore"

McGonagall looked quite surprised. "He hasn't? That is very sad. I always thought that they would all keep contact. Well, you can say that Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger kept contact."

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?"

"Oh yes, you wouldn't know. There are surely a very happy couple today. Very sweet together. Their two oldest children attend Hogwarts"

"Really?" Maria said. She knew her dad would be happy. He always knew they would end up together.

"Yes. Christopher. He's starting in his 3rd year today. And. what's her name. Leela. 1st year student like yourself, Miss Potter. I tell you, that Christopher boy is a clone of his father, I'm sure. Outside as inside. I tell you, I thought I was sent back in time when I first saw him.

"Oh. is he a Gryffindor?" Maria asked.

"Christopher? Yes of course he is. Just like the rest of the Weasley gang. I tell you, I have no idea how many Weasley's that goes to our school anymore. A lot. And there just keeps coming more. Like Leela. And they all look like each other." McGonagall finished, looking slightly tired at just the thought. Maria found it quite funny.

There was a knock at the door, and a little girl with read bushy hair and freckles, clutching a book to her chest stepped in.

JENNY-JOY: I'm sorry for all the mistakes, but I'm new to writing these stories. And English is not my first language. So be kind...