Yes, people, I know it's a real coincidence that Neville, Harry and Malfoy are all teachers at Hogwarts but it's crucial for me to have them together in this story. With the coming chapters, let's just say they will be needed at Hogwarts. Besides, I needed an evil teacher and since Snape died, I decided to have Malfoy take over his subject. Someone asked if Lupin was alive. No, he is not alive! Professor Lupin is Professor Teddy Lupin, Tonks and Lupin's son, remember? And about the whole thing about Hugo and Rose, yes, I re-read the epilogue and I realized now that I misunderstood the thing. They're not twins. Well, let's just pretend I didn't write that. I want it to be as acute as possible.

Anyway, here's the next chapter! Enjoy! - S.

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Mist and fog. That's all I could see. It wasn't all this empty before. I could see some trees before this darn fog attacked the place. I reached my hands out, trying to see if I can grab onto something. I feel like I'm going to stumble any second if I don't find something to hold into. Slowly, to my relief, the fog starts to cease. I can make out some small details now. There was a huge hill to my left and a little to my right I could make out the black silhouette of a small church.

I shuddered. I really had a bad feeling about this – not that I didn't have a bad feeling about everything – but this place really got to me, in a very bad way. My heart and head kept telling me to run away now, before I'd regret it, but my legs refused to work.

The fog was all gone now, and I immediately realized that I was trapped in the same nightmare that had been haunting me for the past few weeks. I was back in the graveyard again. I let out a small whimper of fear and looked around before I took a step. Usually I didn't get this far in the dream, I usually woke up as soon as I'd seen that short man coming towards me.

I slowly made my way throughout the graveyard; pass the silent and dark gravestones. By each step I took, it felt more and more like I walked towards my own doom. Stop walking you idiot, I mentally yelled at myself, but I literally felt like a man possessed – or woman possessed. Whatever, my point is, I felt powerless. Completely and utterly powerless.

I came to a sudden halt as I found myself standing right in front of a slightly larger gravestone, then the others, the name, TOM RIDDLE, was in scripted on the stone in clear letters and I felt my heart leap. Tom Riddle, I knew that name. Where had I heard that name before? I know I've heard it somewhere. I hunched over slightly as I realized something was lying just by the foot of the stone. A knife. I kneeled next to the gravestone and gently picked up the knife. It was covered it blood. I let it fall from my hand, my eyes widening in horror, like I'd just been electrocuted. I heard a noise behind me and slowly straightened up, not really daring to turn around. I knew someone was approaching, but a part of me urged to not turn and look.

With every fiber in my body screaming in protest, I turned away from Tom Riddle's grave to face however was nearing me. The silhouette of a short man was slowly approaching me, as he came closer and closer I could make out that he was carrying something in his arms. To be honest, it looked like he was carrying an infant swept in a blanket.

As the man kept wandering towards me, an icy cold and high-pitched voice rang through the air. "Kill the spare!" And then there was a big flash of green light and someone was screaming in horror…

I jack-knifed into a sitting position, my breathing uneven and erratic and my hair plastered around my neck with cold sweat. It took a while for me to realize that someone had a hard grip around my wrists. I tried to pull away from whoever was restraining me, but a soothing voice said my name softly and instantly relaxed.

"James?"

James was sitting on the side of my bed, sleepy-eyed, and his red-brown hair in a tousled mop. He slowly let go of my wrists, eyeing my worriedly. "Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath and lowered my head, so I wouldn't be forced to meet his worried gaze. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I knew it was a complete usual reaction from my older brother, but at times it made me feel uneasy, knowing that there were people out there who actually loved me that much. I know, it sounds completely messed-up. I felt his gaze burning at me and I waved my hand slightly in a typical I'm-okay gesture. I looked down on my left hand and was slightly taken back that my fist was clenched hard and my knuckles were turning slightly white.

I relaxed and looked up. "It's nothing, I'm fine," I reassured my anxious brother. "It's just a bad dream."

"You've been having them awfully often, these bad dreams," replied James and surveyed me suspiciously.

"James, I-I-I'm perfectly fine, okay?" I stammered at him. "I've just been under a lot of stress lately, you know, with starting school and all. It's nothing, really."

He titled his head at me, and I figured I wasn't sounding all that convincing. "Okay, if you say so."

"I do," I said quickly. "I say so."

James smiled slightly at me and I suddenly realized that he was in my dormitory room. Wait, how could he be in this dormitory? "James…" I said uncertainly. "How the bloody hell did you get in here? Only girls are allowed up here, literally. Boys can't get up."

"Oh, yeah. About that," said James sheepishly and he looked away.

"Are you blushing?" I asked, amazed. Which is really rare for James, he's nearly never embarrassed about anything, not even when it comes to girls. He's usually just extremely cocky and slightly arrogant around girls – which is something, according to my Dad, that James has inherited from our grandfather.

"No," said James quickly. Too quickly.

"You so are," I confirmed.

"Would you just stop, please?" begged James. "I actually came up here to talk to you."

I glanced sideways and reached for my arm-watch. "6 o'clock in the morning? Wow, James, I never realized you were such a morning person."

"I'm worried about Albus," said James bluntly.

"You're always worried about Albus," I reminded him and got out of my bed quietly. I peeked through the curtains around my bed and was relieved to see that the other girls in my dormitory were still sleeping deeply. Thank God for these silent-proof curtains. I exhaled and turned back to James who was still sitting on my bed, I couldn't help to get slightly worried after seeing his face.

"What? What is it?" I asked him, slightly panicky. "Is Albus hurt? Did he break another rib while practicing Quidditch or something?" Breaking ribs and bens are actually something Albus is quite good at – except for getting himself into dangerous situations, something we both have in common – especially if he's playing Quidditch. On a game last year – Mum and Dad were kind enough to bring me to watch at Hogwarts – Albus was knocked off his broom after being hit with a bludger in the chest. He winded up unconscious for over a week. It gave us all quite a scare, especially James, who practically went into overprotective mood after that.

"No," said James calmly and I figured Albus wasn't physically hurt, this time. "He's just been… avoiding me, ever since we got back to school."

"Albus likes to avoid you James," I said.

"True," replied James and stood up. "But not this much. I was walking in the hallway to the Great Hall when he just turned the other way around when he saw me."

I gotta admit, that did sound weird. Even for Albus. "Maybe he's got a girlfriend?" I suggested thoughtfully.

"Albus? A girlfriend? Yeah, right," sneered James and I gave him a look. "I mean, he's way to shy to be dating."

I suddenly felt an irrational desire to smack James over the head. "James, you're so nasty sometimes."

James's face softened and he slumped his shoulders. "Would you please just ask him? He won't answer me if I do. And you're his little sister; he'll do everything for you, even answer questions he really doesn't want to answer. Trust me, I know."

I gave him another one of my 'looks' and said I'd talk to him. He gave me a quick thank you and goodbye before rushing out of the girl's dormitory before anyone could spot him. I just couldn't help to laugh a little after he'd left. I wonder how the hell got into the girl's room, though. Hm.

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Going back to classes was not a pleasant experience on Monday morning. I was grumpy and practically fighting my own eyelids so I could stay awake. When I went to bed last night, I was just too worked up too even sleep. I feared that I might find myself trapped in the same nightmare, which was something I definitely didn't want, so I restrained myself from sleeping. Instead, I went down to the common room and decided to finish some essays that weren't really due until next week.

When I walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom I tried to look as alerted and spirited as I could. I didn't want Dad to get more worried then he already was. I mean, he already thought someone had called me a freak. Could things get any worse? When everyone was seated in their normal seats, Harry spoke to the class that they were not going to have a practical class today. Many in the class moaned. Personally I thought the timing couldn't have been better. With my fatigue I wasn't really up for charms and counter-curses.

Writing on the essay that we were supposed to give right after class ended, I found a strange solitude in just sitting there and letting myself being devoured in homework and essays. I wasn't really the homework-type of gal, but if it helped me get my mind off the dream, then why not?

I was writing down the differences between hexes that all created fire when my Dad walked past my seat, leaning over slightly so no one could hear him. "Lils, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I asked, not looking up from my book.

"You seem distracted," Harry replied, a hint of worry and uncertainty in his voice.

"Nope," I said curtly, still not taking my eyes off the book and the piece of paper in front of me. Harry straightened up and kept walking down the aisle between the seats. I suddenly felt a frustration creeping in on me, threatening to take over me calm state. I took a deep breath to calm myself. What the bloody hell is with me these days? School is not all that demanding.

"I need sleep," I muttered to myself. I heard someone snort to my left and turned my head and saw Hugo, smirking slightly. He wasn't look at me, but I knew he'd heard. Hugo turned to me with a knowing grin and I just shook my head. This was going to be a long day.

Next class was Herbology, and I truly thought for a second that I was going to fall asleep in class when Professor Longbottom started to tell the class about the properties of an extremely ugly boiled-covered plant called Mimbulus mimbletonia. Professor Longbottom advised us all to dress up in our protective clothing for the coming examination of the plant could end badly if we didn't were the right type of clothing. I got the feeling that the Professor was speaking from own experience.

"So didn't you really sleep anything last night?" asked Hugo, as the two of us were examining the anatomy of the plant – wearing protective gloves.

"Hugo!" I exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly since the other students around us gave us curious looks. "Subtle much? I just wasn't… tried. So I decided to finish some of my essays."

"What essays?" asked Hugo confusedly.

"Oh you know," I countered as I carefully lifted up some of the boils on the Mimbulus mimbletonia, trying to avoid the purulence that was coming from the boils. "History of Magic… and that Potions essay."

"But they're not due until next week," said Hugo and stared at me intently. I simply shrugged.

Next class was Transfiguration and we learned how to turn small beetles into buttons. Well, learned and learned, no one was able to do it. Uncle Teddy – Professor Lupin, remember in school, it's Professor Lupin – even went up and asked me how my first week had been, much to many girls' surprise. Uncle Teddy was somewhat of a charmer, and a handsome one at that, making Transfiguration many girls' favorite subject. Another hour when I found myself nearly falling asleep again.

As I was sitting in my seat, fighting to stay awake I noticed a blonde boy with a pointed face, glaring at me slightly. I saw immediately that he was Slytherin from the snake crest that gleamed slightly on the front of his robes. I meet his eyes and he looked away quickly. I couldn't help but to frown.

"What is it?" asked Hugo, obviously noticing my frown.

"Nothing," I said quickly and turned my attention back to the on-going lecture that Uncle Teddy was having. "Nothing."

The day pretty much went on like that, with me trying to stay awake. Pathetic, but what's a girl to do? I was walking back towards the Gryffindor Tower when I saw something that nearly left me breathless. My jaw dropped to the floor as I saw Albus and his friend Marcus – who had the position of Keeper on the Gryffindor team - making their way down the empty hallway. Both of them were laughing uncontrollably and they were both leaning against each other, keeping them both from falling.

I was even more shocked to see the bottle of Firewhiskey dangling from my older brother's hand. "Albus?!" I spluttered out in disbelief.

"Lookie, lookie," said Albus in this voice that I've never heard him use before. "It's my little sister, Marcus. Have you met my little sister before, Marcus?"

"Mmm, I can't say I have," replied Marcus and licked his lips. They both stopped in front of me, both swaying slightly. "Whoa," said Marcus and grinned. "Sorry, this thing had more effect on me then I could imagine."

I just gaped at them; I was still in too much shock. My brother was drunk. Albus was drunk. He didn't even drink! He hated that stuff! I knew he did, James had offered him a taste once and he'd practically run the other way.

Albus giggled and Marcus stuck his hand out to me, while still swaying. His face was twisted and I could tell that he was about to throw up anytime. "Hello, love. I'm Marcus, best friend to your little brother here. I mean, older brother. He is your older brother, right?" asked Marcus confusedly and both he and Albus just burst out laughing.

"Albus, are you drunk?" I asked my brother, feeling slightly outraged. I don't know why I even asked him that, I mean, I already knew the answer.

"No," giggled Albus.

"No?" I asked, not believing him the slightest. I crossed my arms across my chest and glared at him, feeling more like the older sister then the younger one. "How much did you have to drink?"

"Not all that much," said Albus joyfully, he held his index finger an inch away from his thumb in gesture. "Just this much. But I had like, a hundred of them." Albus giggled excitedly and nearly tripped.

"Since when do you hang out with Marcus, Albus?" I asked my drunken brother.

"Ouch," said Marcus and clasped his hand against his chest. "Now that really hurt me… what was your name again?"

"Okay, that's it!" I said authoritatively and grabbed my brother's arm. Albus practically stumbled against me and I grabbed him, keeping him from falling. Marcus reached out and grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Ah! Ah! Watch the booze, ass-hat! It cost me a fortune!" exclaimed Marcus indignantly and held the bottle of alcohol tightly against his chest.

"I'm taking you back to the Gryffindor Tower before anyone sees you," I basically dragged Albus away from Marcus – who looked pretty upset over my recent action. "God, what if Dad saw you? He'd kill you. Or James, you know, he already thinks something's up with you. And then you go off with Marcus Holden and get drunk? You don't even like Firewhiskey!" I finished, upset.

Albus just kept giggling and staring up in the ceiling and pointed. "Look, Lils, look. There are bunnies in the ceiling." Another mad fit of giggling. "There are bunnies in the ceiling. I think they might be evil."

Okay, hallucinations, definitely not a good sign. "Come on, Albus, work with me here. You're supposed to be the older brother here, not me."

"But that's okay, it's really okay," said Albus and suddenly the giggle left his voice. Like my day couldn't get any worse, and now I practically had to drag my brother to bed. Albus reached into his robes and to my horror, dragged out his wand. He pointed it towards the ceiling. "Cause I know the perfect jinx to kill those bloody bunnies."

Before I was able to stop him, he yelled the incantation, "Finite Incantellul!" I heard immediately that he'd said the incantation wrong and I didn't dare to think about the damage. There was a loud boom and I flinched. Albus, however, just stared to giggle madly again.

"Look, look, Lily!" he yelled happily and pointed towards the ceiling. "The bunnies are dead!"

I looked up towards the ceiling and my heart stopped as I saw the huge hole that had been blown in the ceiling. "Holy…" I said, but trailed off as I noticed that the hole was magically repairing itself.

Albus frowned at the ceiling and opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. He actually resembled a fish.

"Now that's what I call luck," I said in awe. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble we'd be in if that hole hadn't healed itself?"

"No?" said Albus with a small giggle and I just rolled my eyes.

"C'mon, we're going back to the common room now."

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With Hugo's help I managed to get Albus back into his dormitory where he fell fast asleep in his bed. I apologized to Hugo, but he didn't mind had all. He asked me if I planned on sleeping at all tonight, and I truthfully told him no. After Hugo left the dormitory, I dragged off Albus's robes and covered his half-naked body with his covers. I was just about to turn and leave when I noticed something peeking out from Albus's robes. It looked like an old piece of parchment.

"What the…" I whispered and leaned over, snatching the parchment up. Even though the piece of parchment was completely empty I knew exactly what it was. I turned to Albus with my mouth opened. "You little…" I'm of the Potter family, so of course I knew what the Marauder's Map was. When we were little, all three of us – James, Albus and me – loved to use it to sneak out of the Potter Mansion, though when Mum and Dad caught us, Dad took the Map away and I haven't seen it since.

I figured James had stolen it from Dad's office or something since he was the prankster of the family, so finding out that it was indeed Albus who had the Map was somewhat of a shock to me. I shifted slightly where I was standing, still clutching the Map. He'd been ages since I'd used it, and I gotta admit the thought of walking around Hogwarts with the Map as my advantage was tempting.

"I'll borrow this, Al," I whispered to my half-dead brother who was already asleep and drooling. I sniggered and rushed out of the room. I knew I should be feeling guilty or something for stealing from my brother, but right now, I was only excited.

I snuck through the common room. Almost everyone was already up in their dormitories, with the exception of a few sixth-years who was sitting and chatting lively by the fireplace. They didn't even notice me as I snuck through the portrait hole. After I stepped out of the portrait hole – the Fat Lady had already fallen back to her heavy slumber – I grabbed my wand, pointed it at the Map and whispered the words that I'd known since my childhood would reveal the map, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." And with those words every single corridor and room of Hogwarts appeared on the Map. I glanced at the Gryffindor boys dormitory rooms and saw that both James and Albus were in their beds.

I looked at my Dad's office and was slightly taken back when I did not only see the name Harry Potter on the map but also Ginny Potter. Mum was at Hogwarts? I must say that I was a little hurt by the fact that she hadn't come and say hi to me. Maybe she'd just arrived. I shook my head slightly, pushing the thoughts out of my head as I started to wander down the dark and empty hallway. So, I had the Marauder's Map now for an entire night and I could practically do anything I wanted… almost. My eyes scanned the Marauder's Map wildly, trying to find anything interest that I could explore in the castle. My eyes stopped at a spot on the Map and I smirked. No, I couldn't, could I? I shouldn't do it. If anyone caught me I'd totally be expelled. Well, that's good thing about the Map, if someone's coming, you'll see it, whispered a small voice in my head. What the hell, you only live once right? And with that I headed towards the forbidden third floor.

I started to feel slightly uneasy as I walked up the stairs leading to the third floor. Maybe I shouldn't do it? Maybe it was something in there that was really dangerous? But then again, it couldn't exactly be all that dangerous if it was in a school. Professor McGonagall would never risk the students like that. Right? I took a calming breath and grabbed the handle of the door leading to the third floor. I threw another glance at the Map for precaution. No one was nearing me. I turned the handle and the door opened up. I stepped inside the dark corridor and it was only lit by one single torch hanging on the wall, next to a statue that looked incredibly spooky and creepy. I was almost afraid to go to close to it, slightly afraid that it would jump me or something – well, this is Hogwarts after all, if armour's can move, why shouldn't statues be able to?

Afraid that might stumble over something in the dark I grabbed my wand and quietly whispered, "Lumos!" The tip of my wand burst into light immediately and I saw that the third floor was simply just a long corridor with no windows and almost no doors. There was only one door and it was at the end of the corridor. I seriously had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Cursing my curiosity I silently walked towards the door, the Marauder's Map still firm in my hand.

After reaching the door, I gently pushed it open, quite shocked that it wasn't locked. If it was something that was being hidden on the third floor the least they could do was at least to try and make it a little hard to get to it. I stepped into the room – that was a small and circular room with no furniture or windows – and was instantly mesmerized and nearly hypnotized by the sight. A small stone pillar stood in the middle of the room.

Soaring right over the pillar, surrounded in a bright beautiful light, was a wand.

Though, I realized instantly that it wasn't a normal wand, but something much more powerful. I felt a sudden urge to walk over and just grab the wand. I don't know why I did it, but I simply stepped over to the threshold and walked over to the stone pillar. I reached out for the shining wand but my hand simply just went right through it, like it was some kind of trick. The wand wasn't really there. Of course not, then it would be easy to steal it. I was pulled out of my thoughts and dropped the map. I leaned over and grabbed the Map up off the floor and held it up. My eyes grew wide as I saw the name Argus Filch approaching the door leading to the third floor. I whispered, "Nox!" and the light on my wand went out. I pointed my wand to the Map and said in a quiet voice. "Mischief managed!" The Map instantly cleared itself. I hid the Map inside my robes and rushed out of the circular room, closing the door behind me. I could see the door opening up and I looked around desperately for somewhere to hide. The only option I had was the creepy statue. I reluctantly ran over to the statue and snuck behind it, and waited.

I couldn't hear the footsteps anymore so I assumed that Filch had stopped. The only thing I could hear now was the purring of Mrs Norris and my own heavy breathing. I literally stopped breathing. I would give Filch no excuse to find me. I could hear footsteps again, though I was slightly stunned to hear that whoever was approaching was coming from the room where the wand was. I turned my head slightly and my eyes widened as I saw the same blonde Slytherin with the pointed face who had been glaring at me during Transfiguration. Had he been following me? The blonde boy looked around, like if he was looking for something. Maybe he realized he'd lost me? Snort. I turned my head towards Filch and my heart leaped in my chest as I saw that Filch was heading straight towards me, and the Slytherin. Acting purely on instinct, I took a step out of my hiding spot, grabbed the Slytherin's arm and dragged him along with me behind the statue.

"What the hell…" started the boy angrily, but I laid a hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking, just as Filch and Mrs Norris strolled by the statue. Filch and Mrs Norris stopped, looking around for any signs of intruders, before Filch muttered something to his cat and they turned around to leave the floor.

It took a few minutes, before I could hear the door closing, and I decided it was safe to step forward. Cleary, the Slytherin boy thought the same as he pushed my hand away roughly and stepped out from behind the statue. I mimicked him and he turned to me angrily.

"What the hell were you doing? You could've gotten us expelled," he drawled insolently.

My jaw dropped and glared at him incredulously. "Excuse me, but I just saved your arse, from being torched by Filch. You didn't even see him coming!" I put my hands to my hips and the Slytherin just glared at me.

"Whatever," muttered the Slytherin and gave me a lethal look. "If you wouldn't have gone to this floor in the first place…"

"Whoa, whoa, what?" I asked him incredulously. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You were following me? I don't even know you."

The blonde boy just gave me a dry and ignorant look. "Listen, Gryffindor, I wasn't following you. I saw you walking around and it's like midnight, so I got curious and decided to see what a precious Gryffindor was doing up at this time."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Yeah, mate, that's following someone." The Slytherin crossed his arms across his chest and just glared at me. "Well, we need to get back to our common rooms before someone else sees us. I don't know about you, but at least I do."

I turned around and rushed towards the door to the stairs. The boy was quite graceful and soundless, but – strange as it might sound – I could feel that he was following me. I peeked out through the door to ensure that it was clear and then I snuck out of the door and rushed down the stairs. I was surprised that the Slytherin boy managed to keep up with me.

"So, why did you do it anyway?" asked the Slytherin boy in a forced casual voice. I was actually quite shocked that the Slytherin was trying to have a conversation with me. From all the things that James and Albus had told me, it seemed that Slytherins pretty much hated Gryffindors. Maybe they were just exaggerating. I glanced at the boy.

"Do what?" I asked curtly, while walking fast through the corridors, keeping my eyes open for any signs of teachers.

"Help me, when you saw Filch approaching?" asked the Slytherin curiously.

"Well, as much as I don't like Slytherins I'd never intentionally make sure someone was expelled when there was something I might have been able to do to stop it," I said quickly, but quietly.

"You know, if it was the other way around, I probably would've let Filch catch you," he sneered evilly in a dry tone.

I could just roll my eyes, but I couldn't help to throw a sideway glance at him in curiosity. "What's your name anyway?" I asked him, as I saw him turning slightly – I remembered now that the Slytherin's common room was in the dungeons.

"Scorpius," he said with a smirk. I couldn't help but to frown at the oddness of his name. He glared at me intensely. He must've seen the look on my face.

"Whatever," I muttered, pretending to sound casual, when I really was more curious then that.

"Easy, Gryffindor," he said and threw me one last glare. "Don't think I'm your friend or anything." And with that he disappeared down the stairs towards the dungeons. I just had to roll my eyes at him again. What an arse-hole!

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And that's it! Chapter two's done! Wow, I'm really proud of myself. I usually don't update this often ;) Hermione and Ron will be up in the next chapter. They are going to have a bigger part of this story – likewise with Harry. The story may be in Lily's POV but this is simply a story about the Potter family 21 years later. Oh, and go easy on Albus. He's not really that… wild. Let's just say something happened that egged him to drink a little. He's not really all that painy-in-the-ass. Oh and about the little wand Lily found… Hi hi hi. That's me sniggering to myself.

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