The Next Generation: A Year in Time

The Weasley-Potter-Lupin clan ages for this story

Teddy - 21
Victoire - 19
Dominique - 17
Louis and Molly - 15
James, Roxie and Fred - 14
Rose, Al and Scorpius - 13
Lorcan and Lysander - 12
Lily, Hugo and Lucy - 11

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, as much as I love James and Nika, they're not mine, they all belong to Jo... but I do own Colleen.

Well, if you don't recognise someone, they're probably mine! I'm pretty sure there are OC's in every chapter, but majority have canon relatives or parents :) :) AND THEY'RE ALL MINE! MUAHUAHUA *coughhairballcough*

Chapter 3

Dominique sighed as she took her seat at the Gryffindor table. Her mind was on a certain Ravenclaw Head Boy. He's just too damn nice, she mused to herself. Of course, I had to get a friendly and cute Head Boy, one I could potentially fall for... No, Dominique scolded herself, you're not going there. Not after... Not after last time! She willed herself not to let the tears bubble over. It hurt to even think his name, and Dominique was certain that she was still getting pitying glances from the other Gryffindor girls that she used to share a dorm with. "Hey Nika!" Colleen's cheerful voice called out to her, rousing her from her thoughts. Dominique turned her head from the table to her cousin running towards her. No-one ever expected Uncle Dennis and her Aunty Gabrielle to get together apparently, because Dennis had been so broken by his brother's death in the Battle of Hogwarts. But then again, as her Uncle Harry said once, maybe he just needed someone to love him back together. Nika smiled as she thought of her Uncle Harry. He was one of her favourite uncles, and easily the coolest. Uncle Charlie was pretty cool, he worked with dragons and occasionally took Victoire, Dominique and Louis to see them. And Uncle George owned the best joke shop in all of Britain! Uncle Percy had apparently tried to give up his love for the Ministry, but Uncle Harry convinced him when Dominique was about six that he should run for Minister, he's good with politics and the Ministry 'needs someone with their head screwed on right, someone who knows what people are going through'. Uncle Ron was an Auror, like Uncle Harry, but Uncle Harry was easily the coolest. He fought a dragon at fourteen, knew all the secrets of Hogwarts at least as well as Uncle George, was an Auror but still had more influence then the Minister himself, Uncle Percy. And even though he and Uncle Ron were both Aurors, he wasn't biased. He never judged on surnames, because of his godfather, Sirius Black, who was a great man with an awful family. And he was observant. When Nika was seven, she watched her big sister cry in the corner of the room the day of her birthday. She watched her run out, and Uncle Harry follow her to the grave of Dobby, and comfort her. And that's when Nika knew that she had the coolest uncle ever. The saviour of the Wizarding World, running after her big sister to a place that made him sad, on a day that reminded him of all he lost, because she was crying. Dominique smiled. She really did have the world's most amazing uncle.

Colleen watched her friend curiously. Dominique looked a lot like her mother, just not as much as Victoire did. Dominique wasn't as tall as Vic, but she was still rather statuesque, as opposed to Colleen and her mother, who were the petite Delacours. Nika's hair was straight like Victoire's, but unlike Victoire's long silvery silky curtain of hair, Dominique's was a silvery pixie cut, and it really suited her. Nika's features were fairly elfin, all fine eyelashes, and straight noses with her luminous skin and exquisite face. Victoire had slightly softer features, still impossibly beautiful but the sharpness of her features was muted, contrasting the two sisters wonderfully. The one thing the two definitely shared were their large Bambi eyes. Victoire's were a deep sea-blue and Dominique's were a lighter, slightly clearer crystal blue, occasionally icy, occasionally molten. Colleen herself appeared a mix of the two. She was slighter, and had a slightly upturned nose and big turquoise eyes. Her hair was long like Victoire's but it curled a little at the ends, unlike the perfect sleek straightness of the two sisters. Colleen shook her head, rousing herself from her thoughts. McGonagall called up the first student.

"Atkins, Darren!"
A tiny blonde boy ran up to the front and jammed on the hat with excitement. A couple of seconds passed until... "HUFFLEPUFF!"
He ran over to the Hufflepuff table and sat in between Travis Macmillan and Ben Hooper. Daniel Brig sprinted towards the cheering table of Gryffindors after Brandon Aven walked to Ravenclaw. After all the sorting was done, Gryffindor had received 10 new students: Daniel Brig, Dustin Chasm, Allie Corner, Jack Finnegan, Matthew Marsden, Marisa Peakes, Lily Potter, Carrie Veneer, Hugo Weasley and Lucy Weasley. Professor McGonagall looked upon her former house with pride. Gryffindor had many fine students, with many beloved parents. There was Dominique Weasley, Head Girl and daughter of former Beauxbatons Tri-Wizard champion Fleur Delacour, and Bill Weasley, who suffered from an attack by Fenrir Greyback when protecting the school from Death Eaters. Molly Weasley, daughter of the Minister of Magic and a muggleborn, with the highest grades in her year. Her cousin Louis, Dominique's brother and a fierce friend in his own right, he excelled in charms like his mother, and was a very good duellist. Jaycee Finnegan, daughter of Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnegan, was to be found normally with Molly. She excelled in Herbology, much to the surprise of Professor Longbottom, as her parents nearly failed Herbology during their school years. Olivia Jordan and Tony Lewis were good friends of Molly and Louis also, and both excelled in potions. Olivia commentated on the quidditch matches just as her father had done, and often had Tony with her to discuss the technicalities of separate moves each player made. James Sirius Potter was never very far from his cousins, twins Roxanne and Fred. James had a knack for Transfiguration, rather like his namesake, but he preferred the beater's bat on the quidditch pitch or pranking students with Fred. He was the spitting image of his grandfather with his mussed hair and hazel eyes, always joking around. Fred Weasley acted so much like his namesake that Professor McGonagall had to blink to make sure it was Roxie next to him, rather than a younger version of his father, George. Fred was the other beater, and he excelled at pranks and potions. Roxanne, on the other hand, was one of the chasers on the Gryffindor team, and was less likely to be actually pranking someone, but she often planned the pranks. She excelled in Arithmancy and History of Magic, much to the disbelief of her brother. Both twins had tanned skin and dark brown hair, inheriting more from their mother than the Weasley genes. Cassandra Lewis, the half-blood daughter of Demelza Robins and muggle Daniel Lewis, was often to be found with these three, normally making sarcastic comments or hexing James. McGonagall shook her head, chuckling. The boy was exactly like his grandfather. Amanda Thomas was another to be found hanging out with the troublesome trio. McGonagall suspected she had a thing for Fred, and hoped the slightly calmer girl would manage to lower his boisterousness. Amanda had dark skin, courtesy of her parents, and excelled in DADA like her father. Nicholas Jordan was far quieter than his father and sister, and took after his mother in personality. He excelled in DADA, especially identifying cursed objects and lifting the curses. Daniela McLaggen completed the unlikely group, a sun-kissed brunette who was deeply loyal to her friends. She was one of the ones to prove that parents don't matter, as none of the parents of her friends could stand her parents. Other past Gryffindors who have proven this were Sirius Black; the sole Gryffindor in his family, and a graduate of mere two years ago, Cara Zabini, who was the daughter of two Slytherins, Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass. McGonagall smiled as she thought of Cara, she had been brilliant. An untidy mess of black hair caught her attention and she stared into Albus Severus Potter's famed green eyes. The spitting image of his father, he took after his father and grandmother Lily in temperament. He was kind and compassionate, and he saw the world with an unbiased view. It mattered not if you were the child of war heroes or death eaters; you were still a person in your own right. His maturity was often marvelled by the staff; surely a 13 year old boy would have more prejudice? But no, he was as accepting as his grandmother and as forgiving as his father. He excelled in DADA, rather similar to both his parents. His best friend and cousin, Rose Weasley, was a real firecracker. Her honorary cousin, Teddy Lupin, always referred to her as 'Wildcat' whenever he saw her. She was as academically driven and talented as her famous mother, but she had her father's temper. However, she was more like her mother and Uncle Harry when it came to prejudice. She believed that everyone was their own person, and it was wrong to expect them to be their parents. In fact, her famous temper was often directed at her father for that very reason. Once, McGonagall reminisced, at an Order of the Phoenix: Members, family and friends party, a seven year old Rose had yelled at her dad for making her cousin Victoire cry. Victoire had brought her best friend Cara along to the party, and Ron had barred their entrance and said that no 'Slytherins' were allowed. Victoire had glared and run off crying as Cara chased after her to calm her down. Rose, having witnessed the whole appalling exchange had marched up to her dad and started yelling. As she was yelling things - "She's a Gryffindor, Dad, A Gryffindor! People aren't their surnames!" - red and gold sparks were shooting out of her fingertips, an emotional and anger-filled display of underage wandless magic. As everyone watched, awed, Rose continued shrieking at her father. Ginny Potter had finally realised why her niece was ranting, and added her yells to the chaos. One by one, everyone had slowly realised the cause of the screaming and all reacted differently. Dominique and Teddy had run out immediately to look for Victoire and Cara, but Louis stayed behind to yell at his uncle. Hermione gasped, then turned her stony gaze upon her husband, and narrowed her eyes to slits. Albus joined his mother and cousins in front of his uncle, but instead of yelling, he lectured him disappointedly. In fact, McGonagall reflected, if she hadn't been so disappointed with her former pupil, she would have been thoroughly amused. She smiled wryly as she recalled Molly and Arthur's reaction. Molly had begun shouting at her youngest son, but Arthur had merely stood next to Al and reprimanded Ron disappointedly. Charlie merely told his brother that he was a 'prejudiced idiot', and went off to find his niece. Fred, Roxie and James all began arguing - "He has a point, y'know."
"No he doesn't, she's a Gryffindor!" - before they all conceded that Rose was in the right and started shouting at their uncle too. Dennis was restraining Bill to stop him from destroying the brother that made his little girl cry, and Gabrielle had disarmed Bill. Rolf and Luna had shaken their heads and taken Lily, Lucy, Lysander, Lorcan and Hugo outside before they could get hurt in case someone started hexing, but not before Lucy managed to stomp on her uncle's toe and state that she was very disappointed with his 'narrow-minded prejudice, and she expected better of him'. While everyone was recovering from five year old Lucy's big words, her sister Molly had joined her best friend Louis in telling off her uncle, except she was shooting sparks like Rose. However, Harry and Fleur had the scariest reactions. While Percy droned to his brother about how he was defeating the purpose of the war –

"No, I'm not! I'm not bringing You-Know-Who back, am I?" - Harry had turned a remarkable shade of alabaster, his hand clenching his wand so tight McGonagall thought he'd break it. He spoke quietly, but everyone heard him. "You did WHAT?" Harry was furious. But he was nothing, nothing, compared to Fleur. "You dare make my beautiful chèrie cry?" she shrieked at him, before turning into the harpy that veelas transform into when angry. Ron turned and ran into Teddy, who fell to the ground as Luna waved her wand, turning the part-veela back to her human self. Teddy merely looked at Uncle Ron, and said in as a disappointed tone as a 15 year old could muster, "I would have thought that fighting in a war to defeat Voldemort would have robbed you of your prejudice. Evidently, I was wrong". According to Harry, no one spoke to Ron for 3 weeks. Even after he finally apologized to Cara and Victoire, Hermione didn't acknowledge his existence for a month and Rose didn't move back from the Potter residence for another month after that. And ever since, her uncle Charlie has called her 'Firecracker'. Rose's temper came out to play at Hogwarts, but never like that night. Apart from her similarities to her parents, she was incredibly similar to her aunt, Ginny Potter. She had the same waist length red hair, except it was curly like her mother's and a darker red than any other Weasley hair. Her eyes were a deep, chocolate brown like her mother's but she was a star chaser like her aunt. And now, McGonagall thought to herself, we have Lucy, the smart, intuitive lioness, Hugo, the sweet, shy Weasley, Lily, the sunny and spirited daughter of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, Marisa, the sweet and intriguing daughter of one of Harry's old beaters, Allie, the fun and giggly daughter of Michael Corner, and Jack, the funny and wise-cracking brother of Jaycee Finnegan. Oh yes, McGonagall thought to herself, we're in for a good year.

Fred grinned at Hugo, Lily and Lucy when each of them came to Gryffindor. Roxie was beaming beside him and James kept sending the trio thumbs ups. He smirked at Al, as he was reprimanded by Rose for turning Carrie Veneer's hair green. Fred laughed as Al turned to the first year and apologised. He could see Lily laughing at her brother from a couple of seats down. McGonagall cleared her throat. "Now, students. We have a few things to discuss. First of all, Fanged Frisbees, dung bombs, stink pellets and all Weasley Wizard Wheezes products are banned. The Forbidden Forest is aptly named; you are not allowed there, and serious consequences would befall the students who find themselves there. That's not to mention the deadly Acromantula. And now, onto more pressing matters. I am sure some of you have noticed the moon tonight? Or rather, the lack thereof?" she queried. Several students nodded, Molly and Louis among them. "The Ministry is investigating. We do not know why this is happening, but we have our suspicions. We, being, the teachers of Hogwarts. However, I must ask you to alert myself or your Head of House if you know anything of use," she told us sternly, fixing her gaze on Al and Rose. They looked confused to why McGonagall was singling them out, but Dominique knew. Her Uncle Harry had kept his parseltongue secret, and he had to fight the Basilisk by himself. She sincerely hoped that the cause of the moonless night was less dangerous and murderous than Slytherin's giant pet snake. Seemingly satisfied with the atmosphere she'd created, she clapped her hands. "Now, you may eat!" she said knowingly to the hungry yet shocked students. The Gryffindor table began eating heartily, Hufflepuff soon behind them. Ravenclaw ate delicately and the Slytherins either poked at the food or ate with great gusto. Before long, Molly and Louis were taking the Gryffindors to their tower. The new kids got settled in before falling asleep, scary thoughts of moonless nights behind them.