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"And now Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure." Dumbledore
"So what are you going to do?"
James sat on the broken front steps of the castle, watching as Molly and Sirius tried to repair the castle. Molly was very good, getting the hang of the spells after only a couple of uses. Sirius was more interested in turning the huge boulders into white canaries.
Charlie sat next to him. On his lap were several books Molly said she could never leave in the library. The fattest by far was Hogwarts, A History, but there were also other large books, The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore and a biography about Harry Potter himself. Ron had this last one open and was looking at a picture of a red-headed family identical to his own. More proof, as if it were necessary at this point, that magic was, at last, being re-incarnated.
"About what?" James idly twirled the wand between his fingers, surprised at how powerful it felt. But it still didn't feel right, as if the wand wasn't made for him. Again, a small voice in the back of his head muttered, the wand chooses the wizard, Harry.
Charlie rolled his eyes, the action just visible in the purple-pink lights of the sunset. "About magic. About Hogwarts and all that. You're going to do it, right?"
James shrugged, pointing the wand at a small, scuttling creature, a word coming unbidden to his lips. Engorgio! He muttered, watching with fascination as the thing grew to a spider the size of a tennis ball.
"Oy!" Charlie shouted, leaping to his feet to get away from the bug. In his haste, he dropped the books and tripped over his own feet, sending him tumbling down the steps.
James laughed, putting the spider right and looking at his friend. "Smooth." He laughed, watching Ron pick himself up.
"You better not be hurting my books!" Molly called from ten yards behind, where she was trying to resurrect the huge front doors.
Charlie picked up the books carefully, grumbling to himself. He sat down next to James once again, resuming his spot in the book. "You never answered my question." He reminded James, turning the page.
"Yeah, I'll do it." James said slowly. He knew he would. He had to. If even a fraction of what had been the magical world was restored, it could be the most powerful thing on any planet. "But it'll be hard. I don't even know where to begin."
"I was thinking about that." Charlie had abandoned the book and was now staring at the Quidditch Pitch. "I figure we should start with seeing if any of the teachers are back...McGonagal and Lupin and them. They'll help a lot if they are."
James found a flaw in this. "Yeah, but they could be our age, like Sirius." He glanced over at the boy who had been Harry's godfather. Sirius had abandoned his rock-changing to help Molly. The front doors were beautiful.
"I also think we should get my family in on it. Alex and Bobby ― they're Fred and George, right? ― you can't keep anything from them. But just so you know, there's no way you're marrying my sister."
"Mmm-hmm." Harry said, though he secretly thought that it would be very difficult to stop this from happening.
Molly came over to them, looking tired but more excited than ever. "If that door is any indication, the school will take a little while."
"Yeah..." James looked past her at the ruins of Hogwarts. It was hard to see in the quickly-fading light. He didn't want to leave the school but he stood up, calling for Sirius. They would be back.
They had to be.
Okay guys, I know it's short but hear me out. It's the last chapter, but only because the rest of the story will be about recruiting and finding out things and not about the actual school. We just put it up – it's called The Second Age Begins.
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