Wizard's World War

Disclaimer:JK Rowlings owns Harry Potter. I own all OCs.

The Blurb: To the world outside Europe, Lord Voldemort was nothing more than a localized disturbance. As the next generation goes through Hogwarts, they find themselves trapped in a war much much worse...starts with Victoire Weasley's last year, James's Second Year and Albus and Rose's first. Also features OC's.

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It was the second week soon, and Quidditch tryouts were about to occur. The Gryffindor tryouts occurred late on Friday afternoon, after the others. Professor Longbottom supervised the tryouts. He cast protective charms over the field to stop any of the others spying on the tryouts. Each house did this to stop the others from finding out early, even though the team lists were posted at the end of the third week.

The Captain this year was Aidan Ryan, a Chaser who was quick and nimble on his broom, but possessed a strong Quaffle passing and shooting arm. Patrick Wood was more than likely going to retain the keeper position. The tryouts were full of hopefuls hoping to try out for the other positions.

Aidan’s voice rang out over the field, “I want all those trying out for the chaser position to mount your brooms. We’re just going to test everyone’s flying skills. If I could have the first lot please.” Eric mounted his new Lightningbolt broom and waited from Aidan’s instructions. There had been an obstacle course set out over the Quidditch field by Professor Longbottom who sat on the stands watching. Most of the first years were also on the stands watching the others try out knowing that next year it would be their turn.

Aidan was timing each student on their time in flying through the obstacle course. He watched the first three students go through the obstacle course, and noted down their times. They weren’t a bad lot, but the times he thought could have been better. Of course, this was just the first part, the second part included dodging and quaffle catching skills. Soon enough it was Eric’s turn. He waited for Aidan to say go, and then he was off, flying down the pitch. His hands gripped the broom tightly as he reached the nets, which were the first set of obstacles, he passed them with ease, weaving round and through the nets. The second task was to fly through the hoops at the end of the field. Taking a tight turn he zoomed through the first, and then banked sharply through the middle and then again for the third. He headed towards the other end of the field towards the third set of obstacles. He weaved through the section of enlarged tree branches and got back to the finish line. He landed a bit hard, but overall he was hopeful that his time had been good.

The next lot went, and James Sirius Potter mounted his Firebolt Mark Seven, which he had received from his father and mother in July, after the end of last year’s school year. He had begged the whole year, nagged, and achieved six outstandings in his exams at the end of first year to get this broom as a present.

Professor Longbottom flourished his wand, and the obstacles all disappeared. Aidan called over Patrick Wood, and asked him to take up the keeper position. “Now we’re going to try shooting and passing and dodging bludgers. We’re going to simulate a match.” Aidan explained the rules, as he released the two bludgers. He called the first six chasers up to the field and divided them into two teams of three. Eric was in the first team, along with two third years. He gripped his Lightningbolt tightly and began to rise into the air.

Aidan released the Quaffle, and immediately the other team grabbed the Quaffle. Eric intercepted a pass and threw the Quaffle towards one of his team mates who zoomed back to the middle of the pitch. A couple of passes later, Eric’s team mate had a clear shot at goal. She shot the ball at the goal, but he saw that Patrick Wood had blocked the goal and sent it back towards the other team. It was a good shot but Patrick was a good keeper. Eric ducked a bludger that came towards him as the other team shot but again was blocked. He received the Quaffle and took it back to the centre. He passed the Quaffle away to another of his team members and raced towards the goal. He weaved around the opposing chaser and saw into the scoring area. He had a chance to score if he could catch the Quaffle.

He was aiming for the middle goal but he saw the pass come in, too low to catch. He thought of only one thing that he could attempt. He lashed his foot out, and kicked the Quaffle towards the right hoop, diverting its path away from Patrick who, if Eric had caught the Quaffle would have thrown it through the centre hoop which he would have guessed correctly. It sailed through the hoop. Eric whooped with delight, as Aidan called the goal. And then time was up. Aidan came over to him and said, “Nice flying out there, not bad on the passing, unconventional shot but effective nonetheless.” Eric glowed with delight, taking his seat on the sidelines whilst Aidan and Patrick conferred about who would play chaser.

Finally, Aidan came up and announced, “This year, the two other chasers will be, Brandon Jones and Eric Sun.” The cheers from the Gryffindor stand went up as they congratulated the two. James came up to Eric and said, “Congratulations, nice goal there.”

“Comes from watching Muggle football doesn’t it, Eric.” Robert commented. Eric smirked in return.

“I know,” Eric said, “couldn’t do much about that Quaffle pass though besides kick it. Not a high percentage shot, though.” He gave his brother who had given him a hug and received congratulations from Albus and Rose.

He turned and saw Brandon walking towards him, “look forward to working with you, Eric. Nice goal by the way.”

Eric shook the offered hand, “thanks,” he answered, smiling. “Look forward to winning the Quidditch Cup this year.”

The beater trials came and went. James’s cousins Fred Weasley and Roxanne Weasley were made the beaters. Soon it was the seeker’s trials. Aidan had each of the prospective seeker’s line up, and try to catch the golden snitch. This was a simple trial; the fastest one to catch the snitch would win. James was going last. He watched each prospective seeker improve on the time that had been posted before.

Soon it was his go, he mounted his Firebolt Mark Seven and started to look for the Golden Snitch. He scanned the far end and the closer end of the pitch. And then he saw it, the golden glint. He wheeled his Firebolt into a quick spin and hurtled towards the snitch which started to fly away from him. He continued to chase it, drawing closer and closer to it. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the snitch as it tried to change direction, one hand on the broom. He wheeled around and landed next to Aidan. James Potter had been the fastest to catch the golden snitch and was awarded the position of seeker.

Eric clapped, as he saw Albus and Rose congratulate James on his achievement. “So we’ll be on the same team then, mate,” Eric said.

“Yeah, go the second years,” James replied, as they packed up their brooms and returned to the dorms. On the way back into the castle they passed Professor Greengrass and the Slytherins on their way to their own tryouts. James saw the second year girl, Denia Flint hiss at him as she went by, as well as Cygnus Rosier and Cassius Pucey, fellow second years who James detested with a passion. Eric found the Slytherins generally horrible people to Gryffindors. Professor Greengrass and Professor Longbottom greeted each other perfunctorily as the two sets of students passed each other. The full team and reserves list would be given to Headmistress Sprout and Madam Hooch within the week.

Upon reaching the Gryffindor common room, Aidan announced that the first practice would occur on the following Tuesday afternoon. “Everyone is expected to attend, even reserves,” he said, before dismissing the students. James, Eric and Robert hurried up the stairs to the second year dorm rooms, to get out their homework which had to be done. Professor Flitwick and Professor Lancaster had both set quite lengthy essays that were due on the next Monday.

Fred Weasley popped into the Gryffindor common room, along with Lukas Jordan, another fourth year, looking for James. They were the two that were known for their pranks, on the Slytherins in general. James had heard that they had already planned out their first prank, target being the Malfoy kid.

Eric thought that the Malfoy kid, being a first year was harmless enough, but apparently, the Malfoys and the Weasley’s and Potter’s had had a rivalry going on in the last generation which had carried through to this generation. He found out that the Malfoy’s were believers in blood purity and did not accept Muggle-borns or ‘blood-traitors.’ Even though Eric was a pure-blood wizard, being able to trace his ancestry back to China’s first great wizard Sun Tzu, he knew that Muggles weren’t inferior people. Certainly they lacked magic, but they had a thing called technology, and the way they approached a problem was different, yet valid. He loved going to the Muggle gyms to train and work out with his father and the other people there. His father Jason had always told him that understanding led to wisdom and so he tried to understand Muggles. So Eric tagged along with James, Fred and Lukas on their expedition to play a prank on Scorpius Malfoy.

The first year Gryffindor’s were sharing a class with the Slytherins, Transfiguration with the new Professor Morfin Morpheus. When they entered the room they saw no teacher, except at the teacher’s desk there were two chairs instead of one. Suddenly, everyone gave a loud squeak as one chair magically turned itself into the missing Professor. “And that everyone,” he said in his deep voice, “is very advanced transfiguration. Now turn to page twenty of your textbooks.” Professor Morpheus began to lecture from the book.

Rose and Albus were quietly reading their books when a paper ball hit Albus’s head. He turned around and saw Vincent Goyle smirking at him. A loud tap on his desk shocked Albus. He turned around to see Professor Morpheus, “Potter, please concentrate on your work and not the piece of paper that is flying around the room.” Albus began to read again. Throughout class, a few paper balls were thrown at his head, but Professor Morpheus seemed to just ignore them. Albus learned to do so as well. At the end of class the Professor set a long parchment’s essay on basic transfiguration. Albus, Rose and Mike walked out of class towards Herbology with Professor Longbottom, the head of Gryffindor House. They would share this class with the Ravenclaws.

Victoire Weasley was listening to Professor Lancaster’s lecture. Luckily this was the only class where Tybolt wouldn’t try something on her. After all, his mother taught the class. So she was safe, at least until the class ended. Her thoughts became distracted as she thought about how to get Tybolt off her case. How could the word get out to the Slytherin girls when she knew that they all hated her?

She shot out of her reverie when she heard Professor Lancaster tap hard on her desk, “Miss Weasley,” she heard, “I asked you a question. Would you please kindly pay attention in class? Next time it will be five points from Gryffindor, even the Head Girl has to pay attention in class.” Professor Lancaster moved back to the front, as Victoire mumbled an answer.

Professor Lancaster turned the next question to her classmate and fellow Gryffindor, Aidan Ryan who answered the question. She tried to concentrate but she could see Tybolt making googly eyes at her, when Professor Lancaster’s back was turned to them.

Back in Herbology, the first year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were learning about the basics of plants. Professor Longbottom was friendly, and fair and liked giving house points to students who did well. Albus and Rose and Mike all gained house points for their houses that class. As they walked back to the castle for Charms with Professor Flitwick, they passed the Slytherin first years in the hall. Scorpius Malfoy and friends shot the Gryffindors a dark look. The Gyrffindor’s ignored it.

The second year Gryffindor’s were sharing a Potions class with the Slytherins again. Professor Greengrass was being her usual annoying self, James thought, as he saw her ignore the fact that Cygnus Rosier had ‘accidentally’ bumped a Gryffindor cauldron onto the floor spilling its contents. Professor Greengrass immediately shot into a round of hysterics at the poor Gryffindor pair and rounded it off by taking off five house points and making them clean up the mess after class. He had heard from the first years that she had like Severus Snape had taken Draco Malfoy as his favourite; she had taken Scorpius Malfoy, her maternal nephew as her favourite, so James tried to ignore her obvious behaviour.

Eric saw the Slytherin second years sniggering at his fellow Gryffindor’s. He didn’t like it at all, but he knew that Professor Greengrass was less than fair to the Gryffindor’s. Professor Greengrass didn’t have the guts to pick on Eric himself that much, seeing as he was the son of an ambassador of a foreign power which afforded him at least courteous respect from all the teachers. He was however, sure that Fred Weasley and Lukas Jordan would have some neat tricks up their sleeves to get the second year Slytherin’s back with. Eric made a note to ask Fred and Lukas for their advice. Lana Jordan tapped him on the shoulder bringing him out of his thoughts, and he added the next ingredient to the potion. The potion turned orange and thick. Eric read the next line of his text book and added the next ingredient as Lana stirred her cauldron. Professor Greengrass came along and muttered her usual okay when she saw she couldn’t really criticize their potion much.

Class was soon over, and the second years trooped back to the common room. James, Eric and Robert started quickly on their Astrology homework, as Quidditch practice was later and both Eric and James needed to attend. They saw the first years all working on a Defence against the Dark Arts essay. Eric scribbled down the ending to the essay just as Fred and Lukas came back into the common room. Eric got up and greeted Fred and Lukas, and retreated to the corner of the room with them.

“You have anything that can help us get back at the second year Slytherins,” Eric asked. Fred and Lukas pulled him closer.

“We do,” Fred replied, “of course. Dad and Uncle Fred liked doing the elaborate, but sometimes a simple spell is the best way to get back at them. Just make sure that you do ambush them far away from any Professor’s. James should be able to help you with that though,” he continued, referring to the Marauder’s Map. Eric thanked Fred and went to prepare for Quidditch practice.

Professor Longbottom was already there along with Aidan. They started with a simple flying drill, before breaking into more complex drills. The chasers worked on their set plays, learning to anticipate each other’s moves and the directions that each favoured. Aidan passed the Quaffle forwards as Eric zoomed in towards the Quaffle, he scooped it up with his free arm, and then quickly took it forward towards the goals, flicked it backwards as he swooped downwards, to an incoming Brandon who put the Quaffle through the far right goal while the keeper had dived down to chase Eric who had looped out of the scoring area.

“Nice play,” Patrick said, as he looped back around in front of the goal hoops. Aidan smiled. It was simple plays like this he hoped would help Gryffindor defend their Quidditch title. It was his last year, and he was Captain, so he hoped he go out a winner. Of course, he knew that each of the other seventh years in the respective Quidditch teams felt the same way. They continued to go through the drills before practice was over. Professor Longbottom led the Gryffindor Quidditch team back into the castle, as they passed the Ravenclaw Quidditch team out on their way to practice.

Tyler Lancaster, the younger son of Professor Lancaster, was the Ravenclaw’s star seeker. He was a fifth year, who resembled his brother in looks but definitely not in personality. Though he definitely wasn’t as attractive as his brother to the girls at Hogwarts, because of his more shy nature, no one knew is that he was already involved with a fellow Prefect from another house.

Professor Flitwick gave Professor Longbottom a curt nod, as the two teams passed each other. Even though the rivalry between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor was intense, it didn’t really have any of the unadulterated hate that passed between Slytherin and Gryffindor. The two teams exchanged pleasant greetings, and then went on their way. Quidditch practice was of course, followed by a nice dip in the baths at Hogwarts before trudging up to the common room or the library for more study.

Eric was working through a particular hard piece of Transfiguration homework in the library. Taking out the book Advanced Transfiguration, he began to read the chapter on animagi. Taking down the notes for his essay on animagi, Eric began to form the arguments inside his mind, translating them onto the parchment as he read the book in relative silence. Half an hour passed, and the library was closing. Madam Pince, the librarian, came to shoo all the students out of the library. Eric walked out and saw, a small group of students leave, in ones and twos. Rose Weasley was the only first year that he saw. Obviously, her reputation preceded her, according to James, she was as smart as her mother, Hermione Granger of the Golden Trio.

Eric and Rose began to walk back towards the Gryffindor common room. Passing through the corridors and down towards the entranceway before proceeding up the stairs, they noticed a furtive looking adult sneak out of the castle.

“A professor?” Eric asked.

“Probably,” Rose replied, “probably got something to do outside, could be paying a visit to someone in Hogsmeade?” Eric nodded and the two went up the stairs and through the threshold into the Gryffindor common room.

Meanwhile, Professor Morpheus hurried through the darkness, as he rushed to his meeting with the One. His thoughts turned to the One, the mysterious wizard that had bought him back to life. For that he was so grateful, he would do anything for him. So when the One had assigned him to become a spy in Hogwarts, he gladly accepted. Hurrying into the Forbidden Forest, he made sure to avoid detection by Hagrid. Once there, a quick swish of a wand, and into a hidden chamber concealed under a tree. A mirror stood there, and the One appeared his face all masked and hidden.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, the students all prepared for a night of sleep unaware of what was going on. In fact, as Hogwarts went to sleep for the night, the One’s plans began to come together. First, the legendary Volcano Staff that he already held, giving him the most powerful fire magic in the world. Second, the Resurrection Stone, allow him to raise armies of the undead. But that had not been found yet; it was still somewhere hidden in the forest where Harry Potter had last dropped it.

A/N: That's the end of the Chapter 2. Hope you like it. Please read and review! So who is the One?