Hey- Double update to get the ball rolling! :) Just realised, I should probably explain that my headcanon for next-gen is slightly different in terms of ages of characters. This is only because I started writing before I knew canon and was happy with the version I had. Just so we're clear, there is an A/N at the end of this chapter that lists all their dates of birth. Hope this helps. Enjoy Bg.97 xx

April 2028- Chapter one.

She took in a deep breath as she checked herself in the mirror. After years of jumping between various magazines and local papers, she had finally got a job reporting for the Daily Prophet. Admittedly it was just covering Quidditch but it was definitely a start. At least this meant that she got to work with Ginny Potter- who in terms of sports, writing and history was a bit of a legend.

She looked up again. Her fair hair was neatly tucked into a bun, her lips were glossed, her glasses were straight and behind them her blue eyes were bright with excitement. She straightened up her skirt before heading downstairs.

Her mum began to fuss over her as soon as she entered the room. "Have you got your wand? A notebook? Writing equipment? What time will you get back? Do you need to take any documents with you?"

She smiled at her mother, "Mum, I've got everything. I'm 23 years old; I am perfectly capable of handling things myself."

The older woman laughed as she wiped a proud tear from her eye, "I know, it's just so big! My daughter- a reporter for the biggest newspaper in Magical Britain. To think, you'll be an expert in Quidlinch the next time we see you."

"It's called Quidditch, Mum," she smiled.

"Oh look, there goes your silly muggle parents getting it wrong again! Anyway, you better head off, we wouldn't want you getting late on your first day."

She kissed her mum goodbye, before apparating inside the Daily Prophet offices. She counted to five before stepping forward and knocking on the door labelled, 'Mrs Ginny Potter. Senior Quidditch Correspondent.'

"Come in."

She stepped in through the door and waited for further address.

"Ah yes, you must be the new junior reporter I was told about."

"Yes, that's me."

"I'm sorry, what was your name?"

"Oh, of course! Sorry; forgot to introduce myself. Elizabeth Hartley, but please- call me Lizzie."

They were currently on the train to Falmouth, the home of the Falcons, to visit their training ground. Lizzie had learned that November- January was the British League tournament, and June- August was the European Championships, so at this precise moment, every major team in the continent were working their arses off in training. So far they had met and interviewed the Appleby Arrows and Holyhead Harpies, and were now moving on to the Falcons, whose new Team Captain had just been assigned the role the week before.

Lizzie had been pretty blessed so far. Although she had started off with a beginner's knowledge of the sport, she was starting to understand the game and even enjoy it to an extent. In the one month she had been working for Ginny Potter, she had come to view her as a sort of motherly figure. Although she still found it hard to believe that the slender, beautiful woman in front of her had possibly given birth to three children. It was strange really; Lizzie had somehow always managed to avoid the infamous Potter/Weasley crowd whilst at school. She had been a quiet, studious sort- way too nervous to make friends with anyone other than her housemates.

Ginny smiled and rose to stand up, "Come on, this is our stop."

Lizzie grabbed her bag and her copy of 'Quidditch through the Ages' and followed after her boss.

It was a beautiful day to watch them train- the sun was high in the sky, yet a breeze was still blowing the dark grey and white flags pitched around the field. Brooms flew between each other, the quaffle flying from player to player, as they all shouted various tactics and techniques at each other. Suddenly, the Captain, whom she identified by the armband he wore, swooped in and took possession of the quaffle. He moved between his team mates as easily as walking, and soon enough had potted the ball through the right side hoop. As he smiled, his entire face lit up. He was a handsome young man, probably in his mid-20s, with wavy brown hair and dark eyes to match. He had a strong, but not overly bulky, form and as he opened his mouth, Lizzie found herself anticipating the sound of his voice.

"Ha!" he cheered. "Now that- that is the level of professionalism that your sorry arses should be playing at. I don't give a crap about how hot it is. You're meant to be top class athletes and you're slacking! Up your game people!"

Elizabeth snorted in disappointment, "He seems rather arrogant."

Ginny made a noise of agreement beside her, "Believe me, arrogant is a bit of an understatement."

"Oh, do you know him personally?"

"You could say that," Ginny uttered before bursting into laughter.

Lizzie looked at her confused. "Sorry, am I missing something?"

Ginny stopped and met her eyes. "I'm sorry, I forget that you're not in tune with celebrity culture," she paused and chuckled once more before continuing. "That's my eldest son, James."

And there's the first chapter. Sorry it's not longer, I'll eventually get the hang on writing good chapter lengths. So yeah, Lizzie. She is the leading lady of our story so I hope you don't hate her introduction chapter. Please review so I know what you're thinking. Thanks for reading. Bg.97 xx

Teddy Lupin- 12th April 1998
Victoire Weasley- 2nd May 2000
Molly ii/ Lucy Weasley- 3rd December 2001
James Sirius Potter- 4th November 2002
Dominique Weasley- 17th February 2003
Fred Weasley ii- 11th July 2003
Louis Weasley- 23rd April 2004
Roxanne Weasley- 30th May 2004
Rose Weasley- 2nd January 2006
Scorpius Malfoy- 17th June 2006
Albus Severus Potter- 19th August 2006
Hugo Weasley- 29th October 2007
Lily Luna Potter- 5th March 2008
Lorcan/ Lysander Scamander- 7th April 2009