A/N: This is my second attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic. (I write mostly
Lizzie McGuire and a few Everwood). Hopefully everyone will enjoy this! Its
set in the future, when Harry's kids are at Hogwarts. Please review and let
me know what you think! Thanks everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!
Harry Potter and the Prophecy of the Heirs
Chapter One:
The late August sun shone brightly upon the luxurious home of the Potters. The London sky was clear blue and free of clouds. The morning had been peaceful and uneventful. Harry Potter had left for his job at the Ministry of Magic, and his children were outside on the lush green lawn, brushing up on their Quidditch skills for the fast approaching school year.
Hermione Potter sat at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee and scanning the front page of the Daily Prophet. She had just begun to read an article about the recent house-elf strikes when she was interrupted by her youngest son bursting through the door.
"Mum!" he called, out of breath from running, "Mum! Our letters are here! Our Hogwarts letters!"
Hermione put the paper down and looked out the window. Sure enough, a large screech owl was approaching the door. She took a sip of her coffee and got up.
"So they are!" she declared, as her other children entered, followed by the owl.
"Look Mum! It's here! It's really here!" the little boy jumped up and down.
"You're positive you've gotten one, then?" a deeper voice asked, sarcastically. "Maybe Hogwarts doesn't want you!"
"Nathaniel!" Hermione scolded her oldest child. "Stop teasing him!" She grabbed the letters from the owl and it flew off into the horizon. "See, 3 letters. Of course Hogwarts wants you, Ian." She patted him reassuringly on the cheek as she handed him the envelope.
The small boy could hardly contain his excitement. His brown eyes sparkled as he ripped it open and scanned the parchment it contained. "Alright!" he exclaimed. "I'm in!"
Hermione smiled fondly at him.
Nathaniel sniggered a bit. "Right then. Now all you have to worry about is being put in Slytherin!" He made an evil face as he said this.
"Nathaniel!" Hermione shouted again, and whacked the back of his head. "Ian, don't worry. I'm sure you'll be a Gryffindor. It's in your blood. Now lets see that booklist."
Ian handed her the second piece of parchment, the one containing his list of school supplies.
She looked it over, nodding as she looked at the required books. "Nothing ever changes." She remarked, noticing many of the books she had needed her first year at Hogwarts.
"Er, Mum?" Nathaniel asked, interrupting her nostalgia. "Can we have our letters now?"
"Why are you so eager?" a knowing voice wondered aloud. "It's the same thing as the last 4 years."
"Well, it is my 5th year, darling sister. And fifth year means." Nathaniel started.
"You a prefect?" she laughed. "Honestly!"
"Now Phoebe, there is a possibility." Hermione interjected. "Although if your behavior at home is any indication, you have about as much chance at getting prefect as I have for becoming a seeker for the Chudley Canons." Hermione laughed.
"Oh don't worry Mum." Phoebe reassured her. "He only saves the tough boy act for us."
"Well, aren't we lucky." Remarked Hermione, sarcastically.
"Oh go on, you two, poke all the fun you want." Nathaniel replied. "But with my grades, and my influence, Dumbledore'd be crazy not to give me the badge."
"Spare me." Phoebe begged, in mock disgust, rolling her eyes.
Hermione chuckled, and Nathaniel succeeded in retrieving his letter. "Hah!" he exclaimed triumphantly, as he opened the envelope.
"Well then?" asked Hermione, watching her son read his letter.
He reached into the envelope and pulled out a shiny silver badge, emblazoned with a bold "P".
"Oh! Well done Nathan!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around her son, forgetting all the remarks she had just made. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Oh no." Phoebe remarked. She turned to Ian. "If I were you, I'd pray to be picked for Slytherin. Their prefects have got to be normal compared to him."
Ian dismissed this, and ran over to his brother. "Good job!" he said, giving him a hug.
Even Phoebe muttered a quick, "Congrats" to her older brother. She then proceeded to open her letter and hand her 3rd year book list to her mother.
Hermione looked at the sheets of paper in her hand. "Well, I suppose a trip to Diagon Alley is in order." She commented. "We'll go tomorrow."
The children nodded and went off. Everyone spent the rest of the day enjoying the summer weather. Nathaniel and Ian continued their Quidditch practice, and Phoebe helped her mother in the garden.
Harry returned later that afternoon, and they all sat down to a big dinner that evening.
"How was everyone's day?" Harry asked as he took a bite of steak.
"Guess what Dad?" Ian asked, excitedly.
"What?" Harry asked, amused by Ian's enthusiasm.
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" he replied.
"Well that's great Ian!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm sure you'll love it."
"I know I will!" Ian announced. He had been talking about Hogwarts ever since Nathaniel had gotten his letter. He could not wait to go to school there.
"So then, how about you two?" Harry asked. "I assume you'll be returning. Or did they find out about who installed the vanishing door to the Divination room?" he winked at Nathaniel.
"Dad!" Phoebe exclaimed. "How did you know?"
"You forget that I am the one who funded Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." Harry remarked. "I saw Uncle Fred giving you your Christmas gifts." He added.
"Well, if you ask me, it serves them right." Hermione chimed in. "I can't believe they still make you take that awful class. Honestly, what good is it?"
"Sometimes its not such a bad thing." Harry declared, looking at Hermione. She realized what he meant, and changed her tune.
Nathaniel took this opportunity to share his good news. "Well, not only will I be returning, but I will be returning as a prefect." He announced, smugly.
"That's my boy!" Harry exclaimed, clapping Nathaniel on the back. "Well done! And how about you, young lady? You're going back too?" he turned his attention to Phoebe.
"Oh Dad, didn't I tell you?" Phoebe went along with him. "I'm dropping out to go and join the Weird Sisters."
"Splendid." Harry joked. "As long as I can get backstage passes."
"Of course." Phoebe laughed.
"So, I presume we'll be shopping till we drop tomorrow?" He asked.
"Naturally." Hermione replied. "Lets see, we'll need all their books, and a new pet for Ian, and new cauldrons for Phoebe, after that Potions incident."
"Mum!" Phoebe protested. "It wasn't my fault!"
"Oh, don't worry dear. Newt's eyes and lizard's eyes are very easily confused." Hermione assured her.
"Right, and I can think of a few things I need at the Apothecary." Harry added. "And I think we all deserve a back to school treat."
"Oh! Can I get a new broom?" Phoebe asked. "I was thinking about trying out for the team."
"Really?" asked Nathaniel, who was a beater for Gryffindor. "Chaser or seeker."
"Chaser obviously." Phoebe responded. "Me, a seeker?"
"Your father was a wonderful seeker." Hermione smiled.
"Oh, I know." Phoebe replied. "I just think I'm better cut out for a seeker. I tend not to be good at finding things."
Harry laughed. "I'm sure you'll be a wonderful chaser. And yes, we'll look at brooms. How about you Nathan? Time for a new broom is it?"
"No, my Nimbus 2003 is just fine." He commented, looking pensive. "I was thinking about owl's. Poor Hedwig's getting tired."
"He's right." Hermione agreed. "I think its time Hedwig became strictly a house owl."
"Owl's it is." Harry nodded. "What are you thinking about squirt?" he asked Ian, using his nickname.
"I dunno." Ian replied.
Hermione laughed. "Well, you don't have to decide right now pumpkin. So how was your day, love?" she asked her husband.
"Oh, pretty uneventful." Harry sighed, tipping his chair and putting his hands behind his neck. "But I did get an owl from Remus."
"Oh, how is he?' Hermione asked, starting to clear the table. "I haven't heard from him since the summer began."
"Well, it's been quiet." Harry remarked. "However, a meeting is being held soon."
"A meeting?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrows, knowing what kind of meeting.
"Yes." Harry replied. "We'll be spending the last week of summer at Grimmauld Place."
TBC!!
Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!
Harry Potter and the Prophecy of the Heirs
Chapter One:
The late August sun shone brightly upon the luxurious home of the Potters. The London sky was clear blue and free of clouds. The morning had been peaceful and uneventful. Harry Potter had left for his job at the Ministry of Magic, and his children were outside on the lush green lawn, brushing up on their Quidditch skills for the fast approaching school year.
Hermione Potter sat at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee and scanning the front page of the Daily Prophet. She had just begun to read an article about the recent house-elf strikes when she was interrupted by her youngest son bursting through the door.
"Mum!" he called, out of breath from running, "Mum! Our letters are here! Our Hogwarts letters!"
Hermione put the paper down and looked out the window. Sure enough, a large screech owl was approaching the door. She took a sip of her coffee and got up.
"So they are!" she declared, as her other children entered, followed by the owl.
"Look Mum! It's here! It's really here!" the little boy jumped up and down.
"You're positive you've gotten one, then?" a deeper voice asked, sarcastically. "Maybe Hogwarts doesn't want you!"
"Nathaniel!" Hermione scolded her oldest child. "Stop teasing him!" She grabbed the letters from the owl and it flew off into the horizon. "See, 3 letters. Of course Hogwarts wants you, Ian." She patted him reassuringly on the cheek as she handed him the envelope.
The small boy could hardly contain his excitement. His brown eyes sparkled as he ripped it open and scanned the parchment it contained. "Alright!" he exclaimed. "I'm in!"
Hermione smiled fondly at him.
Nathaniel sniggered a bit. "Right then. Now all you have to worry about is being put in Slytherin!" He made an evil face as he said this.
"Nathaniel!" Hermione shouted again, and whacked the back of his head. "Ian, don't worry. I'm sure you'll be a Gryffindor. It's in your blood. Now lets see that booklist."
Ian handed her the second piece of parchment, the one containing his list of school supplies.
She looked it over, nodding as she looked at the required books. "Nothing ever changes." She remarked, noticing many of the books she had needed her first year at Hogwarts.
"Er, Mum?" Nathaniel asked, interrupting her nostalgia. "Can we have our letters now?"
"Why are you so eager?" a knowing voice wondered aloud. "It's the same thing as the last 4 years."
"Well, it is my 5th year, darling sister. And fifth year means." Nathaniel started.
"You a prefect?" she laughed. "Honestly!"
"Now Phoebe, there is a possibility." Hermione interjected. "Although if your behavior at home is any indication, you have about as much chance at getting prefect as I have for becoming a seeker for the Chudley Canons." Hermione laughed.
"Oh don't worry Mum." Phoebe reassured her. "He only saves the tough boy act for us."
"Well, aren't we lucky." Remarked Hermione, sarcastically.
"Oh go on, you two, poke all the fun you want." Nathaniel replied. "But with my grades, and my influence, Dumbledore'd be crazy not to give me the badge."
"Spare me." Phoebe begged, in mock disgust, rolling her eyes.
Hermione chuckled, and Nathaniel succeeded in retrieving his letter. "Hah!" he exclaimed triumphantly, as he opened the envelope.
"Well then?" asked Hermione, watching her son read his letter.
He reached into the envelope and pulled out a shiny silver badge, emblazoned with a bold "P".
"Oh! Well done Nathan!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around her son, forgetting all the remarks she had just made. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Oh no." Phoebe remarked. She turned to Ian. "If I were you, I'd pray to be picked for Slytherin. Their prefects have got to be normal compared to him."
Ian dismissed this, and ran over to his brother. "Good job!" he said, giving him a hug.
Even Phoebe muttered a quick, "Congrats" to her older brother. She then proceeded to open her letter and hand her 3rd year book list to her mother.
Hermione looked at the sheets of paper in her hand. "Well, I suppose a trip to Diagon Alley is in order." She commented. "We'll go tomorrow."
The children nodded and went off. Everyone spent the rest of the day enjoying the summer weather. Nathaniel and Ian continued their Quidditch practice, and Phoebe helped her mother in the garden.
Harry returned later that afternoon, and they all sat down to a big dinner that evening.
"How was everyone's day?" Harry asked as he took a bite of steak.
"Guess what Dad?" Ian asked, excitedly.
"What?" Harry asked, amused by Ian's enthusiasm.
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" he replied.
"Well that's great Ian!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm sure you'll love it."
"I know I will!" Ian announced. He had been talking about Hogwarts ever since Nathaniel had gotten his letter. He could not wait to go to school there.
"So then, how about you two?" Harry asked. "I assume you'll be returning. Or did they find out about who installed the vanishing door to the Divination room?" he winked at Nathaniel.
"Dad!" Phoebe exclaimed. "How did you know?"
"You forget that I am the one who funded Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." Harry remarked. "I saw Uncle Fred giving you your Christmas gifts." He added.
"Well, if you ask me, it serves them right." Hermione chimed in. "I can't believe they still make you take that awful class. Honestly, what good is it?"
"Sometimes its not such a bad thing." Harry declared, looking at Hermione. She realized what he meant, and changed her tune.
Nathaniel took this opportunity to share his good news. "Well, not only will I be returning, but I will be returning as a prefect." He announced, smugly.
"That's my boy!" Harry exclaimed, clapping Nathaniel on the back. "Well done! And how about you, young lady? You're going back too?" he turned his attention to Phoebe.
"Oh Dad, didn't I tell you?" Phoebe went along with him. "I'm dropping out to go and join the Weird Sisters."
"Splendid." Harry joked. "As long as I can get backstage passes."
"Of course." Phoebe laughed.
"So, I presume we'll be shopping till we drop tomorrow?" He asked.
"Naturally." Hermione replied. "Lets see, we'll need all their books, and a new pet for Ian, and new cauldrons for Phoebe, after that Potions incident."
"Mum!" Phoebe protested. "It wasn't my fault!"
"Oh, don't worry dear. Newt's eyes and lizard's eyes are very easily confused." Hermione assured her.
"Right, and I can think of a few things I need at the Apothecary." Harry added. "And I think we all deserve a back to school treat."
"Oh! Can I get a new broom?" Phoebe asked. "I was thinking about trying out for the team."
"Really?" asked Nathaniel, who was a beater for Gryffindor. "Chaser or seeker."
"Chaser obviously." Phoebe responded. "Me, a seeker?"
"Your father was a wonderful seeker." Hermione smiled.
"Oh, I know." Phoebe replied. "I just think I'm better cut out for a seeker. I tend not to be good at finding things."
Harry laughed. "I'm sure you'll be a wonderful chaser. And yes, we'll look at brooms. How about you Nathan? Time for a new broom is it?"
"No, my Nimbus 2003 is just fine." He commented, looking pensive. "I was thinking about owl's. Poor Hedwig's getting tired."
"He's right." Hermione agreed. "I think its time Hedwig became strictly a house owl."
"Owl's it is." Harry nodded. "What are you thinking about squirt?" he asked Ian, using his nickname.
"I dunno." Ian replied.
Hermione laughed. "Well, you don't have to decide right now pumpkin. So how was your day, love?" she asked her husband.
"Oh, pretty uneventful." Harry sighed, tipping his chair and putting his hands behind his neck. "But I did get an owl from Remus."
"Oh, how is he?' Hermione asked, starting to clear the table. "I haven't heard from him since the summer began."
"Well, it's been quiet." Harry remarked. "However, a meeting is being held soon."
"A meeting?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrows, knowing what kind of meeting.
"Yes." Harry replied. "We'll be spending the last week of summer at Grimmauld Place."
TBC!!
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