(A/N: Thank you snow day! I got extra time for writing. Here's the next chapter.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for any new characters.
Chapter 2: Running Late
Beep! Beep! Beep! An alarm went off. Someone reached up and turned it off. It was a man in his thirties. He had black hair, emerald green eyes, and a scar in the shape of a bolt of lightning on his forehead.
Thirty-four year old Harry Potter sat up and put on his glasses. He looked at the person sleeping next to him. A woman with long red hair and freckles. His thirty-three year old wife, Ginny Potter slept peacefully, the alarm hadn't not woken her up before Harry turned it off.
Harry bent down and kissed her cheek.
"Hey, beautiful." he whispered. "Time to wake up."
Ginny groaned as she slowly woke up. "What time is it?" she asked.
Harry smiled. "Time to get Danny ready for school."
Ginny sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Well then we better get ready." she said.
The two of them got up and got dressed. When they went downstairs they found a nine year old girl with flaming red hair sitting at the table eating cereal. She was the splitting image of her mother, only she had her father's eyes, she lacked the freckles, and her hair was a darker shade of red. A white owl was on the table next to her eating out of her bowl.
"Michelle, don't feed Snow out of your bowl." said Ginny.
"But she likes Frosted Flakes too." said the girl.
"Listen to your mother." said Harry. He looked around the room. "Where's your brother?"
"Sleeping." replied Michelle simply.
Harry rolled his eyes. "We went through this last year. Dobby!"
There was a crack and a house elf appeared.
"Master called?" said Dobby.
"Yes, go wake Danny up. And make sure he packed. We don't want a last minute rush like we had last year."
Dobby bowed again and vanished. Harry took a seat at the table and picked up the Daily Prophet.
"Winky!" he called
Another house elf appeared.
"What can Winky do for master?" asked the elf.
"I'll have some bacon and eggs. How about you, Gin?"
"Bacon and eggs sounds great." replied Ginny. "Make some for Danny too."
Winky bowed and began cooking. A minute later there was another crack and Dobby reappeared.
"Master Danny has not yet packed." he reported. "And when Dobby told young master to get up he called Dobby a bad name."
Harry sighed. "Alright thanks, Dobby. I'll take it from here."
Harry went upstairs and into his son's room. With a wave of his wand the curtains opened filling the room with light. There was a boy in bed. When the light shined on him, he pulled the blanket over his head.
"Come on, Danny." said Harry. "You don't want to miss the train."
The boy just groaned. Harry raised his wand a sent off some fire crackers. The boy jumped up.
"Alright, alright! Jeez Dad!"
"Come on. You're starting your second year and you're not even packed yet. Get moving." said Harry.
When his father exited the room, Danny flopped back down on his bed. Why did he have to get up so early? He looked at his empty trunk and groaned again.
"Buddy!" he called.
Another house elf appeared. He was much younger than Dobby and Winky, which was a good thing, considering he was their son.
"Yes master Danny." squeaked the elf.
"Can you help me pack?"
"Of course sir." replied the elf happily
After Danny and Buddy finished packing they went downstairs. Everyone else had finished eating.
"Mum, Dad, Fawkes died again." Danny complained.
"So put him back on his perch and clean up his ashes." said Harry, not looking up from the Prophet.
Danny looked at Buddy. "Buddy, could you…"
"Say no more, master Danny." said the elf, before disappearing with a crack.
"Hurry up and eat." said Ginny. "We're running late again thanks to you."
"Why must we get up so early anyway?" asked Danny, as Winky piled several strips of bacon on his plate.
"Because the Hogwarts Express leaves at exactly 11:00." said Ginny. She smirked at Harry. "You don't want to miss the train. You might end up crashing a car into the Whomping Willow."
Harry coughed into his coffee. "That was Ron's idea to take the car. And he was the one driving."
"What are you talking about?" asked Michelle.
Harry looked at her, not really wanting to go into full detail about what happened in his second year.
"Nothing sweetie. Your mum is just teasing me."
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They arrived at the train station with several minutes to spare.
"Can't I come?" begged Michelle.
"Two more years, Michelle." said Harry. He turned to his son. "Now I don't want to catch you having Dobby doing your homework again."
Danny put on a stubborn face. "Alright, I won't."
"Or Winky or Buddy either." Harry added, as he saw Danny start to smile. "Just don't leave your homework until the last minute."
"Fine." said Danny, putting his stubborn face back on.
Ginny laughed. "I believe both you and Ron left your homework until the last minute all the time, and then had Hermione do it for you."
Harry glared at her. "I'm trying to set an example here."
"Mummy, Daddy look." cried Michele, bouncing in here seat. "Grandma and Grandpa just went through the barrier."
"We better go too." said Harry, getting out of the car.
The four of them hurried through the barrier and were soon standing before the Hogwarts Express.
"Mum! Dad!" called Ginny.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stopped and turned around.
"Hello dears. How are you?" cried Mrs. Weasley, rushing forward to hug them.
"We're fine." said Harry. "How have you been?"
"We've been fine." said Mr. Weasley. He bent down to whisper to them. "We're actually rather relieved that Kevin and Kelly are starting at Hogwarts. They're as bad as Fred and George."
Harry and Ginny laughed. Kevin and Kelly were two of Ron and Hermione's kids. They had five in all. Their eldest son, Jack, was starting his fifth year at Hogwarts, while their second oldest daughter, Jamie, was starting her second year with Danny. Kevin and Kelly were twins, each beginning their first year. Like their uncles Fred and George, they were pranksters. However, they seemed to enjoy pranking each other more so than other people. This was actually better, compared to the way Fred and George behaved. Their youngest was a two year old baby boy, named Jimmy. Normally Kevin, Kelly, and Jimmy would spend the school year with their grandparents while Ron and Hermione returned to Hogwarts to teach.
"Harry! Ginny!" called someone.
It was Ron. He, Hermione, and their five children made their way over to them.
"Unca' 'Arry!" cried Jimmy. "Aun' Ginny!"
"Hello." they said.
But there was no time to catch up on things just yet, because at that moment the train conductor cried out, "Last call! All aboard!"
Mrs. Weasley took baby Jimmy from Hermione as Harry said goodbye to Ginny and Michelle saying he'll see them later tonight.
They all boarded the train as it set off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
(A/N: And so, the school year has begun again. It's a whole new generation and a whole new adventure. Stay tuned for more.)