Chapter 2

It was a bright and sunny Wednesday afternoon; Harry Potter, with 2 days before the return to Hogwarts and every thing arranged, could finally relax. He sunk into the sofa in his living room and switched the TV on. He flicked through half the channels before settling on Kerrang.

His moment was ruined by the sound of 2 pairs of feet, thundering down the stairs.

"Give it back! Dad, tell him! Ry's nicked my favourite shirt! Come on, I've got a date in 2 hours!" complained James. James Arthur Potter was 17 and the eldest of the Potter children. His mum was still in school when she had him, and spent the first 6 weeks of his life being cooed at by besotted schoolgirls. He was the same height as his father Harry, 6 foot exactly, but was built like his mother, slim and athletic. He was a chaser on the Gryffindor quiddich team, something Harry had never gotten over. James was a bit of a ladies man, and knew how to work the image that came with being Harry Potter's son. He grew up under the spotlight knew how to spot fame seeking girls.

Ryan on the other hand, or Orion Nathaniel Potter, and his identical twin brother, Steven Leon Potter, were surprisingly like a replica of the Weasley twins. They were tall and lanky, and had been tutored in the art of mischief making since they could talk. Fred and George were adamant that they carry on the good name of twin hood. They were the only ones who didn't inherit their fathers out of control hair.

"Yeh and I'll give it back to ya, in two hours" Ryan replied to his red faced brother. "It doesn't take two hours to get ready. All ya need to do is stick on some deodorant, a semi-clean shirt and jeans. What else is there?"(A.N- my brother actually said this to me!)he questioned, the carried on, "Oh yeh, an hour and a half doing your hair like a nancy boy!" he mocked

"Some of us actually care about our appearance, and I do not spend that long on my hair. It just needs more effort than yours. Not all of us actually got decent hair" he shot back before glaring at Harry.

"Hey, it's not my fault, blame your grandfather. That's where I got this mess from" Harry retorted. "Besides," he carried on, "your mother loves to run her hands through it an-"

"Oh god!" yelled James and Orion simultaneously, "shut up, we do not want to hear about you and mum doing stuff. It's creepy" James said.

"Well how do you think you got here?" questioned Harry.

"Ewwww! Just shush, and don't talk about stuff like that. I've still got the scars from when you gave me the birds and bees talk!" exclaimed James.

"Hey, you got off lucky. I got mine from Remus. You think he was any better than me? He was like an old stuffy teacher talking about all the proper names for stuff. He even tried to give me some tips from his experiences. And he gave me a packet of condoms and some books to read!" cried Harry.

"Oh, as opposed to you stumbling into my bedroom at one o clock in the morning, poking me awake, and then whispering into my ear you and mum had sex, and now she was, how did Ron put it, up the duff" replied James.

"We were drunk and celebrating about your sister! Hey, I did it properly the next day. Anyway, I'm the adult here, and I say both of you pack it in and stop making such a ruckus"

"Ruckus, what year are you living in?" Orion teased.

"Bugger off!" chuckled Harry.

It was later on that day that Harry began to feel something was amiss. He wasn't sure what it was, but knew something was on its way. He was sensitive to changes in the magic in the air, and could sense an influx of magic on its way. He quickly called his kids to assemble in the living room. Orion and Steven came first, lumbering in and draping themselves onto the settee. Next came Lucy, with Rachel, who was 4 years old. They sat together in their dress up clothes, and with big lipstick circles on their cheeks where they had been playing with Ginny's make-up. James came in last, carrying the youngest Potter. Daniel was only 18 months, and still drowsy from his nap.

"Something's coming" Harry began, "I don't know what it is, but I do know I don't want you here when it does" he said seriously. "Have you got your emergency portkeys?" he asked them. Years ago, after an incident with the press, Harry had given an emergency portkey to each of his children to wear at all times in case they ever got in a situation where they needed out fast.

"It's right here. Is it bad?" asked Steven. This question in itself was surprising as Steven and Orion were always joking, even when they'd managed to get put in hospital by an acromentula from the forbidden forest at Hogwarts.

"I don't know. But I can't risk you, any of you. I've called Ron and he's organising some help at the ministry for when, if, it goes down. Your mothers on her way as well" stated Harry.

"Maybe I can help" said James, "I mean you've been training me for a bit. I'm pretty sure I can handle myself. I'm the best dueller in my year"

"I know that. You are a fantastic fighter, but you're still in school, and you're still my son. I don't care if you're the best auror in the world, you're not going into battle." said Harry emphatically.

"You did when you were younger than me! What's the difference? You're being a hypocrite" complained James.

"That was a completely different situation. I did those things because I had to. You don't. If I could have, I'd have sat back on my arse and let the adults sort it out." stated Harry calmly.

"Look I don't care if you want to or you don't. You are taking those portkeys to Hogwarts and you are going to stay there until either your mother or I come get you. Clear!" he said sternly.

There was a chorus of yes's and whatever's.

They all stood up and made to bring out their portkeys, with the elder children helping the younger.

"Stay safe" Harry said to them.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and all the windows suddenly shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Harry whipped out his wand instantly, as did James.

"Everybody down, NOW." yelled Harry above the noise. He frantically searched through the smoke and haze for what was causing the racket. It sounded almost like the wailing from the clue for the second task in the tri-wizard tournament during Harry's fourth year.

Harry yelled over the noise "Get out! James, help your brothers and sisters. Please, I'm relying on you"

James nodded, and made towards Rachel who was sobbing.

However, in that moment there was another bang, and a flash of golden light, "Shhhiiiiit!" exclaimed Harry. And they were all falling.

They were spinning their way through some sort of portal. It felt like they were being pulled, dragged through this whirlpool. And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and they landed, back into the living room of Potter Manor.

"Are you okay? Are you injured" Harry scrambled over to his children, and checked them for injuries.

"What the fuck was that?" cried James

"Watch your language!" scolded Harry.

They started to take stock of their surroundings. It was their house, their home, but it was different. The photographs lining the walls were gone, the scribblings of Rachel and Lucy were no longer on the walls, and more noticeably, the room was filled with wizards, who all had their wands pointed at them. Standing at the front of the group was Albus Dumbledore, who was eying them cautiously.