"Harry, do you have everything ready for Hogwarts?" Harry Potter the first
asked his only son. The young boy who looked about eleven looked at up at
his dad and nodded. Harry smiled down at his son, Harry Jr. It seemed like
only yesterday the doctors announced his birth. Harrys wife Kelsey was a
muggle, but was proud to have a wizard for a husband, and now a wizard for
a son. Kelsey joined them in Harry Jrs room.
"The Weasleys will meet you there Harry," Kelsey said to both of them. Harry kept in touch with his best friends Ron and Hermione, who happened to get married and had a set of twins going into Hogwarts. Their eldest child was a third year, with four more following. Harry Jr. took his trunk and dragged it out the door. Harry picked up his sons owl cage and followed him out. Harry Jr. was a spitting image of his father. Same messy black hair, stunning green eyes (no glasses though), even a small scar in the corner of his head. Unlike his fathers scar, it never hurt or burned. It was just a small simple scar, which meant nothing. Kelsey kissed her son goodbye and watched them climb into the family van. Harry Jr. sat in the front seat with his dad.
"I remember my first day of Hogwarts. That's when I met Ron and Hermione you know," Harry said stopping at a light. Harry Jr. looked out the window bored. He was sick of hearing about his dads olden days. Constantly reminding him of everything that happened when he was in school and how lucky he was in this time period without having to worry about you-know- who. Harry Jr. was sick of Ron and Hermione telling him how great and brave his father was. And most of all, he was sick of people looking at him just as the great Harry Potters son. That's all he was. He was used to being called 'Potters boy', 'The son of Potter,' or his personal favorite, 'his dad is Harry Potter!'. At least his two best friends Kristina and Joel Weasley understood what he went through. They were with him most of the time, and also got recognized because of their mother and father. Harry didn't say other word to his son the rest of the way. When they got there, Harry Jr. grabbed his owl Hedwig the second (named by his father, of course) and walked off to platform 9. It wasn't his first time going onto the platform. His first time was when they all went to see of the oldest Weasley child, Perry. Perry was like his uncle Percy. Before running onto the platform, Harry Jr. looked both ways, and then ran onto the platform. By the train he could see Kristina and Joel. Kristina had messy brown hair and slightly bucked teeth like her mother had when she was attending Hogwarts. Joel had fire red hair and some slight freckles on his face. Right away he went to them.
"How was the trip here?" Joel asked. Harry shrugged a bit.
"It was okay, until we started to come here. Dad almost went into another one of his 'when I was at Hogwarts' stories. Sure, they were cool when I was seven just learning about wizards and stuff. But now here I am, almost a full grown man, and he still thinks I'll get a thrill from hearing him talk about something that happened years ago!" At the mention of 'almost a full grown man', Kristina let out a loud laugh. Harry looked anything but happy with her.
"We're only eleven Harry, you have a while until you're a full grown man." The three looked around and saw the parents all meeting and talking with each other. Luna and Neville were Mr. And Mrs. Longbottom, with a young girl as clumsy as Neville and as out there as Luna. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were now joined by marriage and had two children. A boy in his second year, and a girl beginning her first. Harry could see his dad talking with the Longbottoms. The three all went to their parents. They weren't surprised to find that their parents had their trunks packed in already for them. Harry gave his son a long hug.
"Make me proud son!" Harry called to his son as he walked towards the train. In other words, be sure to get placed in Gryffindor and don't mingle with the Malfoys. Francesca Malfoy wasn't looking too bad either. Harry, Kristina and Joel boarded the train and picked out a compartment that didn't smell bad. They were joined by Starr (named by Luna) Longbottom, and Rachel Thomas. Rachel was the cousin of Kristina and Joel, her mother was Ginny.
"And to think our parents were riding in maybe this very compartment!" Starr said excitedly. Harry looked like he was going to be sick.
"Don't speak about our parents . . .PLEASE!" Harry said coldly. Kristina sighed and hugged him.
"Its okay, don't worry about it. We are going to have a non-parent story year," she said assuring him. Harry nodded a bit and re-faced the group. The rest of the train ride was a smooth one and Harry didn't have to do any more shouting. When they arrived at the school they were amazed at what they saw. A voice was calling to them.
"First years this way!" A man was yelling, only this man was not Hagrid. He was a small man who had taken the place of gamekeeper when Hagrid was killed by a raging group of trolls. They followed everything that had to be done until they were inside the school. They were taken to a small room. A professor explained to them that they were going to be sorted at any moment. They were left alone for a few more moments. This was Francescas chance to shine.
"Father knows I'll be picked for Slytherin. The best house there is," she said moving to the center of the group of people. She carried the sneer her father did years ago. Francesca studied the group of people around her, and she stopped at Harry.
"Hm, not to shabby. Right weight, good height. Nice facial features, and stunning eyes. Hope to see you in Slytherin," she said to him, and moved on. Kristina moved closer to Harry, as if defending her ground. Before Francesca could say anything to anyone else, the professor returned and showed them to the main floor. They were now inside the Great Hall. Harry could see the four big tables set up in the room. Each table with members from each house. There was also a stool with a beaten hat on it. From his fathers stories, it was the sorting hat. To some peoples surprise, the hat began to sing. When it finished people began to applaud. Names began to get called out. Starr was placed in Hufflepuff, Rachel was placed in Ravenclaw. When it was Francesca Malfoys turn, everyone was shocked to hear the hat call out GRYFFINDOR! Francesca looked as if she was about to cry.
It was then Harrys turn. He sat on the chair and had the hat placed on his head. The hat murmured some things, quite close to what the hat whispered to his father years before. Harry sat in suspense until it finally screamed, GRYFFINDOR. Joel and Kristina were also placed in that house. They took their seats by Harry who was next to a weeping Francesca.
"Father will be so disappointed!" she sobbed. Joel and Kristina laughed while Harry felt some part of sympathy. He knew how disappointed his father would be if he himself wasn't placed in Gryffindor. Joel and Kristina began to fight about a roll and Harry turned to Francesca.
"So your father was Draco Malfoy?" He asked biting into a small pastry with amazing jelly flavor. Francesca nodded, not touching any of the food.
"Yeah, I know what its like having a what you call a big shot father. MY dad was Harry Potter and-" before he could finish, Francesca looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears stained her cheeks.
"YOUR Harry Potters son?" she asked intensely.
"Yes."
"To think I almost went for a Potter, Pssh," she said in a voice that made it sound like she was in a worse mood. Francesca grabbed a muffin and looked the other way. Harry felt an opportunity fall to the pit of his stomach. Why did he even open his mouth? Even when he dad wasn't there, he was ruining his life.
"The Weasleys will meet you there Harry," Kelsey said to both of them. Harry kept in touch with his best friends Ron and Hermione, who happened to get married and had a set of twins going into Hogwarts. Their eldest child was a third year, with four more following. Harry Jr. took his trunk and dragged it out the door. Harry picked up his sons owl cage and followed him out. Harry Jr. was a spitting image of his father. Same messy black hair, stunning green eyes (no glasses though), even a small scar in the corner of his head. Unlike his fathers scar, it never hurt or burned. It was just a small simple scar, which meant nothing. Kelsey kissed her son goodbye and watched them climb into the family van. Harry Jr. sat in the front seat with his dad.
"I remember my first day of Hogwarts. That's when I met Ron and Hermione you know," Harry said stopping at a light. Harry Jr. looked out the window bored. He was sick of hearing about his dads olden days. Constantly reminding him of everything that happened when he was in school and how lucky he was in this time period without having to worry about you-know- who. Harry Jr. was sick of Ron and Hermione telling him how great and brave his father was. And most of all, he was sick of people looking at him just as the great Harry Potters son. That's all he was. He was used to being called 'Potters boy', 'The son of Potter,' or his personal favorite, 'his dad is Harry Potter!'. At least his two best friends Kristina and Joel Weasley understood what he went through. They were with him most of the time, and also got recognized because of their mother and father. Harry didn't say other word to his son the rest of the way. When they got there, Harry Jr. grabbed his owl Hedwig the second (named by his father, of course) and walked off to platform 9. It wasn't his first time going onto the platform. His first time was when they all went to see of the oldest Weasley child, Perry. Perry was like his uncle Percy. Before running onto the platform, Harry Jr. looked both ways, and then ran onto the platform. By the train he could see Kristina and Joel. Kristina had messy brown hair and slightly bucked teeth like her mother had when she was attending Hogwarts. Joel had fire red hair and some slight freckles on his face. Right away he went to them.
"How was the trip here?" Joel asked. Harry shrugged a bit.
"It was okay, until we started to come here. Dad almost went into another one of his 'when I was at Hogwarts' stories. Sure, they were cool when I was seven just learning about wizards and stuff. But now here I am, almost a full grown man, and he still thinks I'll get a thrill from hearing him talk about something that happened years ago!" At the mention of 'almost a full grown man', Kristina let out a loud laugh. Harry looked anything but happy with her.
"We're only eleven Harry, you have a while until you're a full grown man." The three looked around and saw the parents all meeting and talking with each other. Luna and Neville were Mr. And Mrs. Longbottom, with a young girl as clumsy as Neville and as out there as Luna. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were now joined by marriage and had two children. A boy in his second year, and a girl beginning her first. Harry could see his dad talking with the Longbottoms. The three all went to their parents. They weren't surprised to find that their parents had their trunks packed in already for them. Harry gave his son a long hug.
"Make me proud son!" Harry called to his son as he walked towards the train. In other words, be sure to get placed in Gryffindor and don't mingle with the Malfoys. Francesca Malfoy wasn't looking too bad either. Harry, Kristina and Joel boarded the train and picked out a compartment that didn't smell bad. They were joined by Starr (named by Luna) Longbottom, and Rachel Thomas. Rachel was the cousin of Kristina and Joel, her mother was Ginny.
"And to think our parents were riding in maybe this very compartment!" Starr said excitedly. Harry looked like he was going to be sick.
"Don't speak about our parents . . .PLEASE!" Harry said coldly. Kristina sighed and hugged him.
"Its okay, don't worry about it. We are going to have a non-parent story year," she said assuring him. Harry nodded a bit and re-faced the group. The rest of the train ride was a smooth one and Harry didn't have to do any more shouting. When they arrived at the school they were amazed at what they saw. A voice was calling to them.
"First years this way!" A man was yelling, only this man was not Hagrid. He was a small man who had taken the place of gamekeeper when Hagrid was killed by a raging group of trolls. They followed everything that had to be done until they were inside the school. They were taken to a small room. A professor explained to them that they were going to be sorted at any moment. They were left alone for a few more moments. This was Francescas chance to shine.
"Father knows I'll be picked for Slytherin. The best house there is," she said moving to the center of the group of people. She carried the sneer her father did years ago. Francesca studied the group of people around her, and she stopped at Harry.
"Hm, not to shabby. Right weight, good height. Nice facial features, and stunning eyes. Hope to see you in Slytherin," she said to him, and moved on. Kristina moved closer to Harry, as if defending her ground. Before Francesca could say anything to anyone else, the professor returned and showed them to the main floor. They were now inside the Great Hall. Harry could see the four big tables set up in the room. Each table with members from each house. There was also a stool with a beaten hat on it. From his fathers stories, it was the sorting hat. To some peoples surprise, the hat began to sing. When it finished people began to applaud. Names began to get called out. Starr was placed in Hufflepuff, Rachel was placed in Ravenclaw. When it was Francesca Malfoys turn, everyone was shocked to hear the hat call out GRYFFINDOR! Francesca looked as if she was about to cry.
It was then Harrys turn. He sat on the chair and had the hat placed on his head. The hat murmured some things, quite close to what the hat whispered to his father years before. Harry sat in suspense until it finally screamed, GRYFFINDOR. Joel and Kristina were also placed in that house. They took their seats by Harry who was next to a weeping Francesca.
"Father will be so disappointed!" she sobbed. Joel and Kristina laughed while Harry felt some part of sympathy. He knew how disappointed his father would be if he himself wasn't placed in Gryffindor. Joel and Kristina began to fight about a roll and Harry turned to Francesca.
"So your father was Draco Malfoy?" He asked biting into a small pastry with amazing jelly flavor. Francesca nodded, not touching any of the food.
"Yeah, I know what its like having a what you call a big shot father. MY dad was Harry Potter and-" before he could finish, Francesca looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears stained her cheeks.
"YOUR Harry Potters son?" she asked intensely.
"Yes."
"To think I almost went for a Potter, Pssh," she said in a voice that made it sound like she was in a worse mood. Francesca grabbed a muffin and looked the other way. Harry felt an opportunity fall to the pit of his stomach. Why did he even open his mouth? Even when he dad wasn't there, he was ruining his life.