*Ahem* This is my first ever fan-fic, so be nice please. And yes, I wrote it like the 8th book........if there ever would be one..... So enjoy! Oh, and it's part romance, mostly action, and lotsa comedy. More to come!

The Second Generation ~ Chapter One

“Bye Mum! Bye Dad!”
“See you, honey!”
“Don’t get into too much trouble, James!”
“I will!”
“Behave, Rose!”
”Bye Mummy!”
“Love you!”

With these final few words of wisdom and farewell, the Hogwarts Express set off on its long and winding journey north.

James Potter turned away from the window where he’d bid goodbye to his parents and settled down into his cushiony seat.

His younger brother, Albus Severus, still had his nose pressed to the glass and was slowly watching as Platform 9 ¾ disappeared.

“Cheer up, Al, I’m sure you’ll love Hogwarts,” James told him, clapping a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll love Hogwarts,” Albus said gloomily, “but will I love my House?”

“Oh, you can’t still be brooding about that can you?” asked Rose Weasley incredulously, flicking her long, red hair out of her face. “C’mon, Al, I’m sure we’ll all be in Gryffindor together.”

“Yeah, cheer up, Al,” James said. “And even if you’re not in, who cares? I mean it’s not like we’ll never see each other.”

Albus smiled at his brother’s and cousin’s earnest attempts to cheer him up. “Oh all right,” he finally said, turning away from the rain-splattered window.

Just then, the door of their compartment slid open and a tall, dark, and dread locked boy came in.

“Hullo James,” he said, grinning mischievously. “Oh hey, Albus, Rose. I didn’t know all ya all were starting this year!” he said, with eyes only for the beautiful Rose.

Rose’s face lit up at the sight of the slightly older boy. “Hey Fred! What’ve you got there?” she asked curiously, eyeing the large cardboard box hidden behind his back.

Fred Jordan shifted the box slightly and Albus could see air holes daintily poked through the lid of the box.

“Oh, this? It’s…nothing. Just a gift from my dad,” he replied quickly. “Well then, James,” he hastily changed the subject, “wanna come into my compartment? Esmerelda and Alice are already there………” he winked.

“Sure!” James said, leaping up and running a hand through his already untidy black hair.

“See ya later Al, Rose,” he said with a backward glance, following Fred out of the compartment.

“Those two are as thick as thieves,” Rose grinned with a slight shake of her head.

Albus just sighed and turned back to the window. So far, the only people he knew at Hogwarts were his brother James, his cousins Rose and Victoire, and almost all of the professors. He had no idea how he was ever going to make any friends when everyone would think of him as a teacher’s pet.

Suddenly, Albus was interrupted from his miserable thinking by the entrance of a boy and a girl into their compartment. A sandy-haired boy came in, closely followed by the most beautiful girl Albus had ever seen.

Her hair was the color of deep, mahogany wood, and her warm brown eyes complimented her tan, thin body perfectly. Albus couldn’t help but stare at her in amazement as the boy spoke with a thick Irish accent.

“Hullo there. We were just wondering if we could share your compartment, as two bullies just rudely forced us out of ours. You don’t mind, do ya?”

“No problem,” Rose smiled, scooting and making room next to her for the boy. Albus did the same. “I’m Rose Weasley, by the way,” she said. “And this is my cousin Albus Potter.”

At the mention of their names, the sandy-haired boy just smiled knowingly and said, “I already know all about you two. Mah dad went to Hogwarts with yer parents….they might’ve mentioned him? Seamus Finnigan?”

Rose nodded knowledgably although Albus had no idea who he was talking about.
“Anyways, I’m Sean Finnigan and this is…”

“Rachel Kejoy,” the gorgeous girl responded, flashing a perfect, pearly-white smile at Albus.

“N-n-nice to meet you both,” he stuttered and shook Sean’s muscular, calloused hand, and Rachel’s soft and smooth one.

Rose was eyeing Rachel with some suspicion but turned instead to Sean and asked, “So what House are you hoping to be sorted into?”

The words went in one ear and out the other as Albus continued to gaze, enraptured, at Rachel’s beauty. Eventually, though, she noticed his stares and winked openly at his emerald green eyes. Albus hurriedly hid behind his comic book, “The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle.”

Soon, it the sky outside the train started to darken and the lunch trolley came rolling by. When the plump, gray-haired witch stuck her head into the compartment to ask if anyone wanted anything, Albus’ stomach gave a loud, grumbling response. His friends all laughed and he blushed again.

“Six cauldron cakes, four Pumpkin Pasties, nine Chocolate Frogs, two Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, two Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, and four flagons of Pumpkin Juice, please,” he ordered.

“That’ll be six galleons, seventeen sickles, and four knuts, m’dear.”

Albus paid for his friends’ snacks and headed back to the compartment. His hands laden with his delicious purchases and his mouth already full of a chocolate frog, Albus turned to find his path blocked by two towering boys.

The shorter of the two had a handsome, pale, pointed face, and eerie white-blonde hair. The other one was as thick as the Whomping Willow and at least eight inches taller than Albus.

“Hello there, Potter,” the pale boy spat. “What’ve you got there? Just gathering some din-din for the family, are you?” he crooned, his dark, fathomless eyes glinting malevolently. The thick boy next to him grunted like a gorilla and began cracking his knuckles.

“It’s none of your business what I’m up to, Malfoy,” Albus said coolly. “I know all about you and your, ah, family history,” he said softly. “So I suggest you vacate this carriage or else.”

“Or else what, Potter?” snarled Scorpius with a touch of red in his gray eyes. “Oh no, Potty-wee-Potter’s famous father told him all about us, Goyle!” he laughed a cold, high-pitched scream of mirth that sent shivers down Albus’ spine. “We’re so berry, berry afwaid!!!!!”

As Albus dropped his sweets and reached into his pocket for his wand, several bright flashes of light rang out and a loud BOOM resounded as he was thrown backward onto the floor.

Smoke cluttered the corridor and Albus could just make out a loud, “Watch out, Fred!” Then came a thud, “Merlin’s saggy left----” and then some coughing.

Suddenly, Albus could make out Fred and James’ loud and hearty chuckles. “Won’t be tying that un again, will 'ee, James?” asked Fred loudly, and Albus heard James guffaw in reply.

Then the smoke cleared enough for Albus to see James extending a hand towards him, his hair covered in gray dust and his robes torn at the shoulder. Fred, also exceptionally dirty, was beaming down at Albus, his arms full of the dropped sweets and snacks.

“All right there, Al?” James asked with a grin. “Tsk, tsk, you sure look the mess, doncha?”

Fred laughed appreciatively and Albus couldn’t help but grin too when he looked down the corridor and saw two large masses out cold on the floor.

“What the bloody hell did you do to them, James?” he asked without a drop of concern in his voice.

“Watch yer language, young man,” Fred chided, then added, “The usual.”

Scorpius Malfoy’s face was now unrecognizable, as it was covered in fur, and large, painful boils were creeping up all over Gilbert Goyle’s face.

James took one last glance at his proud work and then added, “We couldn’t have compromised the family honor, m’boy! You are a Potter, after all, Albus.” Then he grinned again and clapped a hand on Albus’ shoulder, depositing him back in his own compartment.

As soon as Albus had set foot in the door, he was smothered by a huge bear hug from Rachel. Although it was a bit awkward, he gently hugged her back but didn’t miss the look of pure envy clouding Sean’s round face.

“Er...hello,” he said.

Rachel pulled back long enough to scan his face and said nervously, “We were so worried about you, Al! One second, you were buying Cauldron Cakes, and the next, there was all this smoke and explosions and flashing lights and people screaming and….”

The concern in her tone was unmistakable, but Albus wasn’t quite sure how to react. Obviously, he was pleased to be embracing a beautiful girl, but it wasn’t cool to say that out loud, was it? He settled on arranging his face into an expression of mild indifference and simply replied, “Oh don’t worry about me, Rach. I can take care of myself. After all, I did grow up with James for a brother…” he trailed off and winked at Rose with a roguish glint in his green eyes.

Rose simply rolled her eyes and shook her head, then cleared her throat loudly. “Hem hem! I think we ought to change into our school robes,” she said, and shot a meaningful glare towards Albus. “And you’d better head back to the washroom,” she added.

“All right,” Albus agreed, ending the hug. “C’mon, let’s go Sean.”

Here's the second part, which was originally included in my epilogue entry, but is now split up.........for formatting reasons.

Enjoy!

The Second Generation: Chapter Two

Not too long after the sky turned dark outside and the train began to slow down, the door of their quiet compartment slid open again.

This time, a curly-haired blonde boy and a tall, dark, and athletic black boy entered, accompanied by a nervous, black-haired first year girl.

“Have any of you seen Kimberly’s kitten?” asked the prefect loudly.

No one answered.

“Are you sure? It’s small, fuzzy gray, and has a white spot around one eye?” asked the blonde Hufflepuff prefect.

Albus, Rachel, Rose, and Sean all shook their heads no.

“All right then, just keep and eye and an ear out for any meowing,” the Gryffindor prefect sighed, turning away. Then he caught sight of Albus’ recognizable face and grinned, shouting, “I know you! You’re Harry Potter’s boy!”

Beaming, he leaned across a frowning Sean to shake Al’s shocked hand. “You must be James’ little bro too,” he chuckled. “Wow. Never thought I’d meet two Potters at Hogwarts!”

Albus, still shook up because he kept forgetting how much he looked like his famous dad, could only reply, “Sorry, but who’re you?”

The black boy just chuckled. “Leo, Leonardo Thomas, 5th year Gryffindor Prefect and son of Professor Dean Thomas.” He paused, and then continued beaming. “Your dad and my dad went to school together, didn’t ya know? And Harry helped my dad get his current job teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!”

Sean let out a loud, “Ohhhh!!!!!” and exclaimed, “LEO ANTWONE THOMAS! I can’t believe it’s you! I haven’t seen you in forever, mate! Sean! Sean Finnigan!”

“Sean? That you?” Leo asked incredulously while bumping knuckles with his home fry. “I haven’t seen you since you were what, four? And I was nine? Where’ve you been?”

“Well, we moved back to Ireland after me mam and me dad broke up, and then my grandmam caught the spattergroit,” Sean started on a long-winded explanation of the past seven years of his life as Albus’ attention and interest slowly started to dwindle.

He looked over and noticed the Hufflepuff boy leaning against the doorway and looking bored, and the other girl was staring down at her feet. At a lull in the conversation, the Hufflepuff nudged Leo and urged him to finish looking for the kitten. “C’mon Leo, we’re almost to Hogwarts….”

“Yeah, yeah, Jacob. HEY! Why didn’t you introduce yourself? His dad went to Hogwarts back in the day too, ya know,” Leo continued, winking. “This is Jake Finch-Fletchley. Hey, didja know that his dad was secretly in love with your mum, Rose?”

“LEONARDO! We haven’t got all day to sit around chit-chatting about parents!” the Hufflepuff was furious now. “Let’s GO!” And with that, he stormed out the compartment, dragging a bemused Leo with him.

The timid first year made to follow them, but before she could leave, Rose quickly caught her wrist and said, “Wait, we didn’t get your name.”

“Kimberly, Kimberly Davies,” she whispered, and then hurried into the corridor.

Sean chuckled at her shyness. “Kinda cute, wasn’t she? Terribly shy though,” and then he went back to staring out the window, completely oblivious to Rose’s red face.

The Hogwarts Express slowed to a complete stop not long later and students began packing the hallway. As Albus stepped out onto the Hogsmeade platform, he heard a familiar, gruff rumbled call out, “Firs’ years, firs’ years follow me!”

Albus smiled and shouted, “Hagrid!” at the same time as Fred and James hurried over to him to show him the contents of Fred’s cardboard box.

Squinting in the dim twilight, Albus just barely saw a huge, hairy leg poke out the box before Hagrid tucked it back in and grinned, handing it back to Fred.

Then it was time for the first years to board the rowboats going across the Black Lake. Albus, Sean, Rose, and a blonde boy named Ian piled into one boat, while Rachel clambered into another with a pleased-looking Scorpius, Goyle, and Kimberly.

“All right there, Albus?” Hagrid asked, winking at their boat. Al could only blush as he nodded in response. Then Hagrid tapped the side of his boat with a pink, flowery umbrella, and all the boats moved forward together in unison.
The journey across the lake was quiet and uneventful, as the castle loomed ever closer above them. Suddenly, the boats had arrived under the castle in a dark and cold dock. Once all the first years had clambered out of the boats, Hagrid knocked once on a huge stone door.

Immediately, the door faded out of sight and revealed a cavernous room with marble floors. Standing before them was a friendly-looking witch with curly, honey-blonde hair.

“Hello and welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am the Deputy Headmistress, Professor Bell, and I also teach Transfiguration.
“In just a few moments, you will follow me into the Great Hall where the sorting is to take place. But in the meantime, I suggest you use these last few moments to...” she paused, scrutinizing their appearance with a sharp, blue eye, “smarten yourselves up. I shall return momentarily. Come, Professor Hagrid.”

The two teachers disappeared across the hall and Albus unsuccessfully attempted to flatten his unruly hair while he waited. Moments later, the first years marched into the Great Hall behind Professor Bell, who was carrying a three-legged stool and a patched, frayed hat. She led the nervous first years past all of the crowded house tables until they were directly in front of the Headmaster’s chair. Professor Bell placed the patched hat on the stool and it opened its brim wide.

Albus gasped when the hat began to sing a song describing the four Houses of Hogwarts. Albus crossed his fingers as the Sorting Hat sang, hoping to be placed in Gryffindor along with the rest of his family. Then the song was over and…

“Abbott, Aaron,” was the first student sorted into “HUFFLEPUFF!”

The sorting continued, and Albus noticed Sean paying rapt attention when
“Davies, Kimberly,” was sorted into Ravenclaw. Al chuckled at his friend’s sudden interest in the girl but before he knew it, Professor Bell called, “Finnigan, Sean!”

Albus squinted as Sean took his place on the stool and placed the moth-ridden hat over his large ears. The hat paused a moment, as if it was thinking, then announced, “GRYFFINDOR!”

Albus applauded loudly for his friend and smiled as James and Fred clapped Sean on the shoulder when he sat down. Then he turned and briefly heard the name, “Kejoy, Rachel!”

Albus watched as Rachel strolled up to the stool, sat down, and placed the ancient hat over her caramel-colored locks. The hat deliberated for a while over Rachel, longer than any student yet, but finally placed her in Slytherin to thunderous applause.

Albus was shocked, and steadily grew angrier as Scorpius Malfoy sat down next to her when he was sorted. But before he knew it, Professor Bell had called,

“Potter, Albus!”

Slowly, shakily, Albus ambled up to the stool and nervously perched on the edge. He lifted the hat’s wide brim up, up, and over his ears, where it promptly slid down to cover his whole head.

“Hmmm, lots of talent, here, yes yes, a burning desire to fit in, bravery, hmmmm,” said a small voice in his ear. Was the hat really talking to him? “Loyalty, however, is your strength,” continued the voice. “Hufflepuff, is it then?” Quickly, Albus thought Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, with all his might. “Well then, if you’re sure...better be…GRYFFINDOR!”

The hat shouted the last word aloud and Albus tore the talking hat off of his head. He rushed off to join Sean and his brother without a backwards glance.

Absentmindedly, he glanced towards the opposite side of the hall and was dismayed to see Rachel enjoying the company of Scorpius. A hot flame of anger and jealousy erupted in his stomach as he watched her laugh loudly at one of his jokes. His gaze was only briefly interrupted when Professor Bell called,

“Weasley, Rose!”

The hat barely touched Rose’s flaming red head before it sorted her into Gryffindor. Al clapped loudly along with the rest of the students as Rose plopped down on the bench next to him. They glanced at each other and grinned.

“We made it!”
“We’re Gryffindors!”
“Yesssssssss!”

Sean, Rose, and Albus high-fived each other joyously and were quickly shushed as “Yorkers, Francisca” was sorted into Ravenclaw. Then the Headmaster stood up to make his start-of-term speech.

“Good evening, my happy Hogwarts pupils!” Percy Weasley began with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m so pleased to see so many new (and returning) eager faces, all ready to learn!” Here, the Headmaster paused to beam at the first years, and Fred and James took advantage of the momentary silence to shout,

“We love you, Uncle Percykins!”

Headmaster Weasley turned a brilliant shade of scarlet that made his vibrant hair look orange. Smiling, he winked at James and Fred and said, “And it’s wonderful to have our most accomplished troublemakers back too.
“On a side note, I have some notices to give out. Students are to remember that the Forbidden Forest is absolutely out of bounds. Additionally, please see your Heads of House for Hogsmeade dates (third years and up only) and dates of Quidditch tryouts.

“And now, without further ado, let the feasting begin!”

Percy promptly took his seat and at once, delicious meats, potatoes, vegetables, beverages, and every dish imaginable crowded the heavy wooden tables.
Eagerly, Albus took a large helping of steak and kidney pie, and began eating hungrily. Suddenly, there was a loud swooshing sound and about a hundred ghosts came flying into the hall from behind the Head Table.

One large, silver, 17th-century-looking ghost took a seat on the bench next to Sean. Fred smiled at the ghost and greeted him. “Hullo, Nick!” he said, waving his fork. The roasted Spanish potato speared on the end flew off, soared through Nick’s torso, and hit a Hufflepuff in the back of the head one table over.

“Greetings, Masters Fred and James,” Nick nodded politely, his neck ruff wobbling. He glanced to his right and noticed Sean. “Greetings to you also, new arrivals,” he said with a smile. “I am Sir Nicholas de-Mimsy Porpington, resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower.”

“Don’t let him kid ya,” James winked. “He’s really Nearly Headless Nick.”
“Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?” Sean asked skeptically.

“Like this!” Nick responded by tugging on his left ear. His entire head hung off his neck a 90° angle, connected to his neck by a mere half-inch of skin and sinew.

“Chopped ninety-seven times by a blunt axe till I died,” he said glumly as he rearranged his head. Albus and Sean could only stare, open-mouthed, at the ghost. Suddenly, Albus had lost his appetite.

It came back though when the main course was finished and all of the plates were by dessert dishes. Puddings, pies, cakes, and strudels…all a manner of delicious treats tempted Albus to fill up his plate again. Nick could only watch wistfully as they stuffed their faces.

Finally, their stomachs filled to the bursting, it was time for bed. The first years were herded out of the Great Hall by Leo Thomas, the prefect, and Victoire Weasley, the Head Girl.

After climbing countless moving staircases, passing hundreds of whispering portraits, and walking past humming coats of armor, the group finally reached Gryffindor Tower.

“Password?” commanded the Fat Lady.

“Puffapod,” responded Victoire.

Sean, Albus, and three other boys trooped up the stairs and into the first year dormitory. They all introduced themselves, and Al was pleased to meet Evan Ewing, David Trotsky, and Matthew Vao. Their belongings had already been brought up and placed by their beds, and Albus was more than ready to a long night’s sleep after the exciting events of the previous day. He changed quickly and was sound asleep within minutes.

Okay, this is the last part that was in the epilogue contest...although I added more at the end so that it would make sense. I hope that ya'll like it!

The Second Generation: Chapter Three

It was pitch-black outside as Albus followed the silvery stag into the dark forest. The ghostly animal led him deeper, deeper, deeper, until Albus halted, panting, in a small and silent clearing.

He had a clear view of a dark and mysterious lake from here although there was only one lone figure crouched on the shores…

The stag faded and the clearing grew very dark, until Albus heard a long, cold howl that sent shivers up his spine. The moon came out from behind dense cloud cover and Albus noticed that it was a full, beaming sphere of silvery light…and then he heard the howl again…it seemed to be getting closer…

Out of nowhere, a fully transformed werewolf careened into the clearing and tore past Albus as if he wasn’t there. It galloped towards the edge of the lake, straight towards the person on the shore….

Then it was attacking, clawing, biting, at the girl, whose gut-wrenching screams echoed in Albus’ heart...He ran, adrenaline pumping his legs, out the shore…but before he could reach her, the werewolf had fled the scene.

Albus dropped to his knees and flipped the girl’s limp form over. As he stared into her glassy eyes and horribly disfigured face, he let out his own unearthly scream of terror…

“ALBUS!”

Suddenly, Albus felt a cool hand slapping his face. He bolted upright and was face-to-face with James.

“Are you all right, Al? Sean came into our dorm yelling something about you falling out of bed, and then I came in and you were rolling all over the fl-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Albus said, sitting up, his pajamas drenched in his cold sweat. He was indeed on the floor and completely rolled up in his bedcovers. He stood up and glanced at the softly ticking clock on the wall. It read 3:47 am.

James glanced worriedly at Albus again. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look awfully pale…maybe we should go see Madame Birich…she could give you a Pepperup Potion? Maybe we should write to Mom…”

"NO," Albus repeated firmly. "I'm fine. Probably just had a bit too much pumpkin juice last night..."

But James continued mumbling possible remedies until Albus pushed him out of the door and said, "Get back to bed, worrywort. I said I'm fine!"

He then slammed the door in his brother's concerned face and turned to face his shocked roomates.

Evan was sitting up in his four-poster bed, his mouth hanging open. David was rubbing his eyes, and Matthew was half-on, half-off of his bed.

"What?" he asked tersely.

Sean just shook his head and climbed back into his own bed before staring intently at Albus once again.

"Are you sure you're okay, mate? Anything you want to tell us?"

Albus just shook his head. "No thanks, just had a really bad dream, that's all," he stated with a note of finality in his voice.

Sean shrugged and pulled his covers up to his chin. "Night."

"Night," Albus replied, climbing onto his own four-poster. But he could only lay awake, wondering who the werewolf was, and trying to place a name with the face of that familiar-looking girl. The sky was already turning pink by the time Albus finally closed his eyes.

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Thank you thank you thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

( Kim & Kelvin & dark_emeralds)

Thank you also to everyone who voted!! I'm typing the rest........

We're integrating these fics to the main FF forums now, my dear. What genre do you want this fic to be in? I'll move it there.

Thanks!!

where do's you's thinks jk came up with the name hugo? I love the charector Rose weasley and how ron's likr "thank god you inherited your mother's smarts" and james is just like his grand father ( OMG jamesies is and grandpa!!!!!!!! wOw)

I have no idea where JKR came up with her names; I do know that she takes inspiration from graveyards though. I invented the name Sean Finnigan because it seemed to fit and Kimberly Davies.....well, you'll learn more about her. But I've always loved the name Rachel..........

And what's up with Hugo??!? That's like.......a Spanish name!

P.S. This fanfic is going to be moved to the Epic/Adventure Genre because it will be of epic length when finished and is guaranteed to have much more action..........

me likey your avatar DumbledoRO!!

i love this
keep on writing

anyone here??

I'm here! Working on the story, actually...........

Thank you for reading, liaeyes and dark_emeralds!!!



Can somebody tell me how to link this story? Like how liaeyes has a link to Isla in her siggy????? PLEEEZ!!!!!!!!

Ha ha yes yes Lily died too.....but it is an allusion to The Princess Bride and I got it off of a website so yep.

I still don't get the link thingy. Where/when do you type what you want it to be called? My siggy keeps saying that it can't be longer than 50 characters including BBC Code blah blah blah. HELP!!!!!!!!

Also, I am trying to type some mo' but I have an evil Nazi over my shoulder. (AKA my sister.......)

What does PAMS stand for? I feel so stupid asking random questions here.........