The Potters

Chapter Two: MOVING FORWARD

Disclaimer: I own none of the JKR characters, but I do own the plot

Hey guys. Moving pretty fast through the story so I can get to their most important year in Hogwarts, it's pretty much where the story takes place. In the story, the events that occur up until their fifth year are extremely important for what happens in future chapters. Sorry, I haven't been updating as quickly as I should. But please, enjoy the chapter.

I'm back people, and this time with a fresh new outlook on my Harry Potter characters! Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, Ron and Lavender are out of Hogwarts (one year) and already have families started up. As their kids grow and learn through experiences, they suffer major damages by their experiencing—they uncover love, death, abuse, and hate.

Harry ran down the corridor, her brother on her heels. Amy was in front of them, dragging Dominic along with her. They were going to be late for their first class. They ran down to the Dungeons to their very first Potions class.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for arriving late Potters, and Weasley. Take your seat," Snape declared. Amy shot him a dirty look.

"Excuse me, but do you know the bell rang when we were actually IN FRONT of your desk? And if you're taking points from OUR house, shouldn't you include DOMINIC? Or is it because he's from YOUR house?" Amy asked bluntly in front of the class. Snape swelled with anger and shock. He drew in a breath, and walked over to the board. Amy grinned with satisfaction, and took her seat next to Harry. Dominic had gone to sit in next to Tom by the Slytherin desks.

"What's with the segregation?" Harry asked Alex.

"Well, in Hogwarts, The History, it says that all the houses were divided up because when they're put together, there is no house pride. You're seen as a group, and its more credit on the individuals. Or something like that, I'll ask Faith," Alex replied, shrugging.

"There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class…" Snape had begun. Harry yawned and turned her attention to Tom. He was staring at her. She gave him a warm smile and he blushed.

"Miss Potter," Snape said. Harry turned to stare at Snape.

"Yes sir?" asked Harry.

"What is the spleen of a goat commonly used for?" Snape asked. Alex's hand shot up.

"I don't know sir," Harry said shrugging. Snape twitched because of her careless attitude.

"What is Unicorn blood used for?" Snape asked. Harry shrugged again, annoyed by Alex's wild hand waving.

"I don't know, why don't you ask Alex? He seems to know the answer…" Harry replied.

"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR MISS POTTER! For your LACK of knowledge of this class, and your disgusting attitude, I would think you'd know SOMETHING about it, since your mother was the top student in all her classes! Put down your hand Mr. Potter!" Snape bellowed. The class was on edge. Harry knew she wouldn't like this class very much.

Harry went to her next class, Charms, and loved it very much. She sat next to Tom, since they were having mixed partners. They were given five minutes to talk since Flitwick had to find his wand underneath the rubble of books he stood upon.

"So, what did you do over the summer?" Harry asked.

"My orphanage took a trip to the USA. It was pretty cool," he replied.

"OH WOW! I went to America before, completely amazing. We went to Chicago and stayed with my mother's cousins! It was so pretty," Harry exclaimed. "We're going there for Christmas, you should come!" Harry said. She gave him a huge smile and played with the tip of her quill. He smiled back and lifted her hand. She had a smudge of ink on her fingers and he gently caressed her hand. She looked down, startled, and realized that the ink had disappeared from her hand.

"Wow, you can do wandless magic? I want to learn how to do that, my father knows how to! Wow, can you teach me?" Harry asked, giving him a glowing smile.

"Sure can…Only if you promise to be my best friend," Tom replied, giving her an odd smile. She continued her glowing.

"Of course I will Tom! I would be your friend even if you weren't teaching me anything, you're amazingly sweet…" Harry said, blushing.

"Okay, I have found my wand! Now, let class begin!" Professor Flitwick emerged from behind his stack of books and shot out a blast of red and green light to startle the class.

After class Tom walked beside Harry, and he dropped her off at her Transfiguration class. Before departing he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She stood there, stunned, her hand placed over the spot he had kissed. She was blushing furiously, for it had been her first kiss.

"Miss Potter, oh dear, you look just like your father, please enter the class," Professor McGonagall said, standing at the door, she gave her a warm smile, and then stared menacingly at the back of Tom.

Two Weeks before Christmas…

The months have gone by quickly, and Harry and Tom had grown close together. Amy, Faith, Alex and Dominic were leading separate lives, until they collided together exactly two weeks before Christmas.

"Alex, mum and dad said Tom can spend Christmas at our house!" Harry exclaimed, holding Tom's hand. Tom was leaning against her carefully. Dominic rolled his eyes at the two. Amy gave him a cheerful smile. They were in front of the Great Hall, as people began to pack and crawl out of their robes into regular clothing to go home.

"Oh, that should be great! We're spending the holidays at Aunt Hermione's house in Chicago! It would be wonderful to have you come with us!" Amy said excitedly. Alex shrugged his shoulders and eyed Faith with a curious look. Faith nudged her sister in the ribs to stop her from flirting. Alex nodded in approval and gave his sister a dazzling smile.

"Yeah, I'm happy to hear that. Wait until you try my mum's famous apple pie Tom! You'll love it!" Alex exclaimed, leading the gang to the train. Their luggage was already loaded, and they had gone early to reserve a compartment, since many of the upperclassmen were not going home because of the Winter Yule Ball.

"MUMMY!" Harry screamed, running into her mother's arms. Hermione smiled in her daughter's hair.

"Oh my, your hair has grown, it's pass your ears hon. Do you want me to cut it later?" Hermione asked letting go of her. Harry shook her head and jumped into her fathers arms.

"DAD, I've missed you so much. I've missed my eyes…" Harry whispered, touching her father's eyelids.

"And I have missed my smiles and sunshine!" he replied hugging her tightly.

"And who is this, is this Tom?" Hermione asked, smiling and shaking the boy's hand. Harry turned around, and stared at him.

"What's your name again?" he asked.

"Tom Riddle," Tom replied, reaching out to touch Harry's hand, but Harry drew back, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"I have to go…finish packing; we're leaving tonight, apparating to Chicago…" Harry asked, putting down his daughter and leaving the room. Tom stood shocked, withdrawing his hand.

"What did I do?" he asked giving her a quizzical look. Harry shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"He's my dad…he'll warm up to you."

TWO YEARS LATER

"Harry! Get your arse back here!" Dominic yelled. It was the middle of third year, and Dominic had been chasing her down the corridors as she ran to the Gryffindor common room. He grabbed her hand giggling.

"Okay, okay…you won! Okay! You beat me!" he said gasping for breath. Harry laughed and placed her hand over his cheek fondly.

"I love you Dom, love you so mu—" Harry began, but Tom had appeared by her side out of nowhere.

"Well here you are! Harry, I've been looking all over you," Tom said. Harry turned to face him. His features had changed drastically as the years moved forward. He had grown taller, and his jet black hair was sticking up wildly. His once round cheeks were now sharp, and his glasses were gone, he had Alex reverse his eyesight with magic over the summer. His piercing blue eyes burned into her green ones.

"Um…Harry?" Dominic stood impatiently. She turned to him as gasped. Dominic had also changed. He looked handsome, almost like a god. His body was lean and toned, and his silver-blonde hair was to his shoulders, in need of a haircut. His round silver eyes made her shiver with pleasure now. She looked at the two men that were next to her, and cursed herself.

"Dom…I forgot to tell you. Tom and I, we're dating. I know, it's all of a sudden, but I thought you should be the first to know," Harry said, reaching for Tom's hand. He smiled down at her.

"Yeah, Harry no problem! I'm so happy for you," Dominic said, giving her a brief hug, she was caught off guard and giggled into his long hair.

"I knew you'd understand!"

"Yeah, well, I better get back to the common room. People are waiting for me. See ya," Dominic said, turning to leave.

"Yeah, I think I'll go too, curfew is right around the corner. You know how Old Filch is with punctuality," Tom said. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her. She pursed her lips and "kissed" him. In all honesty, Harry had no idea how to kiss.

"Well, gotta go, bye…" Tom said, also leaving her alone in the hall.

Blood pumped into his veins as he quickly moved through the hall, lost in thought. He slipped on water on his way to the Slytherin Tower. Falling down the stairs, he tried to regain his composure, but went falling down even more, and this time hit his head against the banister.

He lay sprawled out on the ground, waiting for someone to find him.

A cold green fog hovered above him.

"What the hell?" Tom asked. The fog turned into a tall boy, about the age of sixteen. He looked like an older version of himself. He had on old Hogwarts robes and a green and black tie—a Slytherin.

"Hello there my fellow Slytherin, gotten yourself in trouble, eh?" the phantom asked.

"I suppose so. I can't move my toes. What does that mean?" Tom asked fearfully.

"Obviously you are paralyzed. You'll never walk again," the phantom answered. Tom shook his head violently.

"Shut up! I'm not paralyzed, I'm, I'm…"

"I can help you Tom,"

"How do you know my name?!" Tom asked. He stared at the boy with his eyes angrily.

"I want you to see yourself. You're powerful, strong, and you hate mudbloods. Unclean blood is nothing you should get involved with. You are the reincarnation of me. Of Lord Voldemort…" the phantom broke into a grin.

"NO!" Tom screamed. He had heard all about Voldemort. It could not be true.

"Aye, you are. Your powers are beyond this world. I see you haven't realized that. Do you want to walk again?" the phantom asked. Tom had tears sliding down his pale face.

"Yes…"

"Then we must strike a deal. Sell me your soul, and I will relieve you of your pain…" The phantom said.

"You promise?" Tom asked.

"Of course…" the phantom reassured.

"Fine."

The phantom had kneeled next to him now, placing his cold hand over Tom's eyes.

"You belong to me now…I WILL rule again…" he whispered, slowly, the Phantom Lord Voldemort had entered Tom's body. Possessing him.

Tom awoke on the stairs. He felt disoriented but tried to calm down as he remembered what he had done.

He felt different.

But relieved.

He couldn't put his finger on it. But his body was aching for some attention. He searched the corridors, knowing he could see and hear pass the darkness and dim lit candles.

A young girl came bouncing his way.

She came down the hall, dressed in her regular clothes, consisting of a piece of fabric covering her breasts, and a slinky piece of material covering her lower region. Her red hair was curly and she had on thick make up. She had been visiting her boyfriend in Ravenclaw when she had been returning to Gryffindor Tower.

"Hello?" she asked into the darkness. She had heard footsteps and a gust of air press her bare stomach. Hands reached out to caress her skin.

"OH GOD!" she screamed, jumping away from the touch.

"What are you doing up so late Miss. Weasley?" Asked a voice.

"Who are you?" Amy asked, shaking. A candle lit above her head and Tom stood above her, smiling at her.

"Oh Tom, I was scared for a minute…" She said, giggling and swinging her body suggestively towards him. He played with some of her hair.

"Do you want something Tom?" Amy asked with hope in her eyes.

"I think you know what I want, Amy. You're thirteen, aren't you? You should know very well…"

"What? Are you calling me a whore?" she asked, flattered. He smiled but on the inside his blood was burning with annoyance for the silly girl.

"I'm with Harry now. So, this is sort of wrong…but—" Tom started.

"But what?" Amy asked eagerly. Tom smiled at her and pressed his body against hers.

"See Amy…you're not so bad looking, aren't you always tired of hiding in your sister's shadow? I can change that for you…I can make you into something wonderful," Tom whispered, tracing his finger along her cheek. Amy swallowed hard and gave him a shaky smile.

"But Tom, what about Harry?" Amy whispered, as Tom's icy blue eyes began to swallow her in.
"What about Harry?" He asked, pushing her against the wall to attack her lips. She cried out in pain but he silenced her. He deepened the kiss and she struggled for air.

Finally, she kicked away from him and dashed down the hall towards Gryffindor Tower, knowing that all of this was wrong, she couldn't betray Harrietta, and fall for Tom.

Arms wrapped around her neck, and she was violently pulled backwards until she fell against Tom's rock hard chest.
"Where the bloody hell do you think you're going? We're not finished…" he whispered angrily in her ear, covering her mouth with his hand, and dragging Amy's twisting body into a nearby closet.