The Legend Lives On

by Mystique She Devil

Set 20 years after the demise of Lord Voldemort. Another evil had risen and tested the powers of Harry Potter and friends and family. Their children would be playing key roles in defeating this evil. Will they rise to the challenge?

1. Default Chapter

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is my very first fan fiction that I've written and posted in the HP.com boards. It's still a work in progress, but is on its final stages. I thought I'd put it up here and share it with you guys, since I've put up some of my other ones. I hope that you will like it. By the way, as this was my first ff, my imagination ran wild with this one. Now that I looked back, there's a lot of well, cheesy stuff…sorry. But I still hope that y'alls will enjoy it. Thank you.

DISCLAIMER:

As always, all the HP characters depicted in this fanfiction belong to JK Rowling. All others belong to me. I am not making any monetary profit from this fic. Just self-satisfaction.

THE LEGEND LIVES ON

By:  Mystique She Devil

CHAPTER ONE: BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

Sirius Potter woke up very excited. Today is his 11th birthday!!! And, unlike his other birthdays, he was looking forward to this one the most. This birthday was going to serve as a reunion of some sort between his parents, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger-Potter, and their best friends. Sirius have known them for a while now, having been best friends with their kids. Ronnie Weasley, Ron Weasley and Susan Bones-Weasley's son, was his bestest friend and "partner in crime." Then there was Alanna Longbottom, Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley-Long bottom's daughter, Ronnie's first cousin, was his other best friend, who inherited her uncles' talent of being a very good prankster. Needless to say, they have gotten into their share of troubles and of course, laughs.

Yes, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. They have been dubbed as the "fearsome three" during their seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They, and especially Harry, were the ones responsible to the final demise of the most evil and darkest wizard ever known, Lord Voldemort. Sirius could not be more proud of his parents and Uncle Ron. He loved hearing the stories about how they defeated the dark wizard and all their adventures when they went to Hogwarts. He cannot wait for his turn. He got his official letter from the school just three days ago letting him know that he had been accepted. Harry and Hermione were so proud and happy for Sirius that they decided to have this birthday party/reunion today. And Ronnie and Alanna were going to be with him. He only hoped that they all get sorted into the same house - Gryffindor. The same house as were their parents, with the exception of Ronnie's mom, (she was in Hufflepuff).

"Sirius!! Are you awake yet?" his mom called from downstairs.

"Yes, mom!" he replied. "Just gotta go to the loo, then I'll be right down."

"Alright sweetie."

"Hey, Sirius!! Don't fall in!" his dad called, laughing.

"Harry!"

"Aww c'mon, Mione! I was just joshing him," Harry mocked hurt.

"Ha, ha Dad!" Sirius called back.

Sirius went into the bathroom and about had a heart attack when something jumped up to his middle and darn near knocked the wind outta him.

"Dobby!" he cried. "What the heck did you do that for?!"

"Sorry, young master Sirius, sir!" Dobby said, stammering, sinking back. "Dobby is just wanting to great the young master a happy birthday sir. And to give him his present."

 
"Thank you Dobby." Sirius said, slightly turning red. "You shouldn't have."

He looked at the little house elf who was still kind of scared that he was going to get punished for scaring his master. Sirius saw this and he felt bad.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, Dobby. It's just that you caught me off guard." Dobby looked up, with tears swelling up in his eyes.

"Master need not apologize to Dobby sir," he said with a smile. "Dobby realizes that Dobby seems to have a bad habit of scaring people without knowing it sir."

"Ain't that the truth!" a voice said.

"Dad!"

"Master Harry!"

Harry Potter was standing by doorway of the bathroom, with his arms crossed on his chest, shoulder leaning against the doorframe, one leg crossed over the other, had come up to see what the commotion was about. He obviously had been watching and listening to his son and the house elf, with a smile on his face of course.

"Sirius, your mom's waiting for you downstairs," Harry told his son, smiling. "You did promise to help her prepare for this party."

 
"I know Dad, and I will," Sirius said, smiling back to his dad. "But if you two don't mind," now scowling at both Harry and Dobby. "I just woke up, and I really need to go!"

 
Harry laughed and gave Sirius a hug. "Okay, okay! Don't get your underpants in a twist!" Harry joked as he dodged a mock punch from his son.

 
"Come on Dobby. Let's go help Hermione with breakfast."

"Coming Master Harry." Dobby started to walk towards the door, when he stopped and reluctantly turned back to Sirius, and slowly held out his elfin little hands to the boy. "Happy birthday, Master Sirius," and then a small gold box with silver trimmings and bow magically appeared.

 "Wow!" exclaimed Sirius.

 "For my favorite master!" Dobby said beaming.

"Hey! I thought I was your favorite!" Harry said pretending to be hurt.

"Y-yes sir. Of course you are sir!! I just meant...," shrieked Dobby and without warning, he started to slam his head against the wall.

"Stop Dobby!" Harry and Sirius both yelled.

"I was just joking Dobby!" Harry yelled over Sirius and Dobby shrieking and the sound of Dobby's head hitting the wall. However, Dobby was really getting into it. He only stopped when....

"Just what is going on here?" came a very excited, if not the least bemused voice.

 
"Hi honey," said Harry meekly not wanting to look up.

"Harry James Potter!" started Hermione. "Why is Dobby banging his head on the wall?"

"And what is that box Sirius?" in the same voice. A voice with a tone that said, "You better have a good answer or else."

"Umm, hiya mum. Dobby gave me a present!" Sirius replied with a big grin on his face, and a look that said, "I hope I don't get my hide chewed off before I'd had the chance to go pee!"

"It's my fault honey," Harry said, getting up, now that Dobby stopped hurting himself. "I guess I'd just forgotten how sensitive Dobby is."

"What in blazes did you say, or do for that matter, to poor Dobby?" Hermione asked, left eyebrow raised.

"Sorry miss, it's not Master Harry's fault," Dobby said before Harry could reply. "Just Dobby forgetting that he serves a better family now."

"Oh Dobby, no need to cover up for this big galoot of a man here!" said Hermione, feeling sorry for the house elf. "Why don't we let Sirius open his present from you okay?"

With this Dobby's face lit up and looked longingly to Sirius. Sirius let out a small whoop, sat on the floor, and gingerly started taking off the wrappings off the box. When he pulled out the content of the box, his eyes started to swell.

"It's a scarf!" he said gleefully.

The scarf was made out of scarlet and gold wool, with white fringes in the end. It said Sirius' name on one end, and the Gryffindor crest on the other.

"Dobby this is great!" exclaimed Sirius. He then stood up and gave the surprised elf a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you!"

"Oh it was nothing, sir" said Dobby, obviously embarrassed, but glad nonetheless.

"That's very beautiful, Dobby!" beamed Hermione.

"Yeah, excellent Dobby!" said Harry with a twinkle in his eyes. He fondly remembers the Christmas and birthday presents Dobby have given and still gives him. He now has a very vast collection of homemade Dobby socks.

"Dobby, would you mind helping me with breakfast?" Hermione asked.

"Not all ma'am,' Dobby answered. "You shouldn't even have to ask. I'll meet you downstairs masters and mistress." With a bow and smile, Dobby left.

"Now you two, hurry along. We still have a lot to do, you know." Hermione rounded on the two men of her life. "The Weasleys will be here soon."

"Okay Mione, let's go." Harry said putting an arm around her waist and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

 
"Sirius, better hurry. You don't want Ronnie seeing you still in your night clothes or he'll be tormenting until you have your own kids!" Harry said to his son, winking at him.

"Well, I would've been done already if wasn't for some untimely interruptions!" Sirius said, crossing his arms on his chest. "Now may I please have a bit of privacy, before I really humiliate myself?" he said with more of urgency.

Harry and Hermione laughed and then giving Sirius hugs and kisses left him to do his "private" things.

"Honestly Harry, Sirius is growing up to be more and more like you!" Hermione said once they reached their massive kitchen.

"What, you mean devilishly handsome and brave?" Harry asked, with amusement and a grin that still melted Hermione's heart.

"No. I mean ornery and easily scared by an intimidating woman," she said, mockingly.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, wide-eyed. "And just who might be the ornery and intimidating woman?" He ducked just in time just as Hermione chucked a roll towards his face.

They were still laughing when something crashed into their kitchen window.

Sirius stopped buttoning up his shirt for a moment to look at himself at the mirror. He was a skinny boy, who inherited his father's forever and permanently untidy hair and emerald green eyes, along with that very charming smile that could melt an iceberg. He does not wear glasses like his dad used to when Harry was growing up (he had switched to contacts). Sirius had perfect vision, just like his mother from whom he inherited his great intellect and great fondness and love for reading. So much so that he'd practically read half of the books in their vast library, that his dad, Harry, had set up for Hermione as their first wedding anniversary gift. Sirius shook and laughed.

"I am the luckiest boy alive!" he told his reflection, who smiled back at him. And with that, he finished getting dressed and headed toward his door to go join his parents for breakfast.

"What was that?" Hermione asked Harry, with a hint of fear in her voice.

 
"I don't know, but I'll go check it out," answered Harry. Hermione nodded her head in reply.

Harry walked over to the window above the kitchen sink and undid the latch to open it outward. He looked out to see what had hit the window. He looked up, left and right, but saw nothing. But, just as he was about to stick his head back in, he looked down on the ground to see a mass of unruly feathers that were sticking up every which way.

 
"Errol?' Harry half exclaimed, half asked.

 
"Errol? You mean Arthur and Molly Weasley's old owl, Errol?" Hermione asked, very surprised.

Just then, the owl who was very dizzy from the crash and tired from the trip, flew into the open window, only to land head first into the sink. To normal people this would have been a very funny sight. However, the look on Harry and Hermione's faces were not of amusement, but more of concern. Errol had been the Weasleys' owl from as far back as they can remember. Harry and Hermione were quite astonished that Errol was still able to fly and deliver posts, much less alive!

 
"Harry, get him out of there, quickly," Hermione said. "Put him on the counter."

Harry picked up Errol and tried to straighten out his feathers, while Hermione got a bowl of water and some bacon bits. She set them down on the counter, and as soon as Harry reached the counter, Errol dived into the bowl and pecked hungrily at the bacon bits. Harry and Hermione just looked at each other, shaking their heads at the same time, smiling.

"Poor Errol," Hermione sighed. Just then, she finally noticed the piece of parchment tied to one of its legs. She untied the parchment, unrolled it, and started to read the letter out loud.

Dear Harry, Hermione, and Sirius,

Hello dears!  Just a note to let you know, that we have decided to just Apparate to your house from here. Therefore, we will be arriving around 10 a.m. Saturday, instead of 3 p.m. We felt that this would be the easier way for us to get there instead of Floo powder. You know that we are a bit too old to be spun and twisted around like that! So since we'll be there earlier, we could help out in the preparations for the party and we can also spend some time with our grandson, the birthday boy. See you soon!

With love,
Arthur and Molly

"Alright! Grandpa and Grandma will be here in a half an hour!" exclaimed a very happy and excited Sirius, which gave Harry and Hermione quite a start since they did not hear him come in to the kitchen.

Harry could not help but smile at his son who was wearing the biggest grin on his face. Arthur and Molly Weasley were Ron and Ginny's parents, not Harry's. However, since Harry's first year at Hogwarts, he'd become very close to them. And, since he grew up not knowing his own parents, he had sort of "adopted" the Weasleys as his family. The feelings were mutual, of course. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had considered Harry as one of their own children, and still did. That was why Sirius had grown up calling them his grandparents.

"SIRIUS WOLFGANG POTTER! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" yelled Hermione, but with a big smile on her face.

 
"Sorry, mum! Just got a bit excited," said Sirius. "It's just that I've missed them so much! I haven't seen them since...since..."

 
"Since July 31st, which was only three weeks ago," Harry finished for him, laughing.

"Well it seemed like ages ago!"

"Well you'd best eat your breakfast son," Hermione said. "It's not very good cold is it?"

"Okay mum." Sirius walked over to the corner breakfast nook and slid down towards the middle. Harry and Hermione followed suit and slid in on either side of him.

 
"Where's Dobby?" Sirius asked, looking around. "Is he not having breakfast with us?"

 
"Oh he'll be along shortly dear," Hermione answered. She looked lovingly at her son. "Just like his father, always thinking of others first," she thought to herself. "He really cares for Dobby, and Dobby cares for him. And why shouldn't they? Dobby has helped take care of him since he was born. And nobody what anybody says, Dobby IS and always will be a member of this family."

Hermione was shaken out of her reverie when she heard Harry calling her name.

"What? Oh..." she stammered.

 
"I said are you alright?" Harry asked, very concerned.

 
"Yeah, mum, you seemed so out of it just now," Sirius added.

 
"Oh you two stop fussing! I'm fine!" she scolded them.

Just then, as if on cue, Dobby walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a very cute and colorful outfit that Hermione had made for him last Christmas. Dobby, being an elf, looked almost like a little Muggle child. Well of course, besides the fact that he's got a long pointy nose, eyes the size of tennis balls, and ears that look like bat wings. He was wearing a very cute checkered, long-sleeved pullover shirt and really small pants. Harry had conjured him some shoes that came out matching his clothes. Dobby looked pretty snappy for a house-elf. Dobby walked under the table and climbed onto the seat next to Sirius, where he always sat and joined the family to finally have their breakfast. Halfway through their food, Harry looked at Dobby and asked him a question.

"Dobby, why do you insist on calling us 'masters and mistress'?

Dobby looked up and shyly answered, "Dobby has been saying 'masters and mistress' his entire life sir."

"Yeah but Dobby, you're with us now! You're a member of our family!" Hermione interjected, smiling. "You have been for 20 years now!"

Dobby looked at his family, with teary eyes, smiling but not knowing what to say. They have told him repeatedly to call them by their first names.

 
"And Dobby, you are like a brother to me!" Sirius said, very proudly. And that's what all it took. Dobby jumped up, gave Sirius a very tight hug around the neck, and started crying. Sirius started crying also.

"I love you Dobby!" he said, hugging the little elf back.

 
"And Dobby loves you too, Master Sirius!" Then he gasped, "Ooops! I mean Sirius!"

With that they all started laughing. The rest of the meal was very happy. They were still laughing and talking when they heard two POPS right outside the kitchen door.

"They're here!" shouted Sirius. He got up from his seat, stepped over a shocked Harry, and ran out towards the living room. Harry, Hermione, and Dobby were laughing at this when they heard Sirius scream...

Harry and Hermione, wands out, burst through the door, followed by a very scared Dobby. What they saw shocked them. Sirius was floating in mid air in what looked like a giant glowing bubble. Two cloaked and hooded figures were pointing their wands at him and seemed to be concentrating on a spell.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry and Hermione shouted at the time. Their spell caught the two figures off guard. Their wands flew out of their hands and were caught by Dobby, as they were slammed, unconscious, into the wall.

"FINITE INCANTATEM!" Hermione said, pointing a very shaky hand at the bubble holding her son. A flash of starry white light came out of her wand and made the bubble disappear. Harry had barely caught Sirius before he landed on the hardwood floor. Dobby in the meantime had conjured up some ropes to tie up the intruders, along with some gags around their mouths, using his own elfish magic. Hermione ran up to her son and gave him a bone-crushing hug, with tears welling up in her eyes.

 
"Oh Sirius! Are you alright?" she asked him.

"Just a bit shaken Mum," Sirius said shakily. He let go of her and walked over to the two still unconscious, bound, and gagged figures against the wall.

 
"Who do you reckon they are dad?" he asked. Harry looking furious did not answer.

"We'll ask them when they come to," he said through gritted teeth. Just then, they heard two more POPS behind them. They turned, wands out, to see two very shocked red headed elderly couple.

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A/N

That's all of Chapter 1. Please review. If you have any constructive criticism, please leave it. They'd be most appreciated. Even though I believe that I've improved my skills since I started, I could still use a lot of help with it. Thank you for reading. I will update soon.