Wizard's World War

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

The Blurb: Join the next generation as they face their own challenges at Hogwarts and beyond...starts with James Sirius Potter's second year, Rose Weasley and Albus Severus Potter's first.

Prologue: Nineteen Years after the death of Lord Voldemort

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Two large cages tattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing; the owls inside them hooted indignantly, and the redheaded girl trailed fearfully behind her brothers, clutching her father's arm.

"It won't be long, and you'll be going too," Harry told her.

"Two years," sniffed Lily. "I want to go now!"

The commuters stared curiously at the owls as the family wove its way toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten, Albus's voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car.

"I won't! I won't be a Slytherin!"

"James, give it a rest!" said Ginny.

"I only said he might be," said James, grinning at his younger brother. "There's nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slytherin"

But James caught his mother's eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the barrier. With a slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later, he had vanished.

"You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother.

"Every day, if you want us to," said Ginny.

"Not every day," said Albus quickly, "James says most people only get letters from home about once a month."

"We wrote to James three times a week last year," said Ginny.

"And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Harry put in. "He likes a laugh, your brother."

Side by side, they pushed the second trolley forward, gathering speed. As they reached the barrier, Albus winced, but no collision came. Instead, the family emerged onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam that was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which James had already disappeared.

"Where are they?" asked Albus anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform.

"We'll find them," said Ginny reassuringly.

But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody's faces. Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud, Harry thought he heard Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not to stop and say hello. . . .

"I think that's them, Al," said Ginny suddenly.

A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last carriage. Their faces only came into focus when Harry, Ginny, Lily, and Albus had drawn right up to them.

"Hi," said Albus, sounding immensely relieved.

Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.

"Parked all right, then?" Ron asked Harry. "I did. Hermione didn't believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I'd have to Confund the examiner."

"No, I didn't," said Hermione, "I had complete faith in you."

"As a matter of fact, I did Confund him," Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus's trunk and owl onto the train. "I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let's face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that."

Back on the platform, they found Lily and Hugo, Rose's younger brother, having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," said Ron, "but no pressure."


Lily and Hugo laughed, but Albus and Rose looked solemn.

"He doesn't mean it," said Hermione and Ginny, but Ron was no longer paying attention. Catching Harry's eye, he nodded covertly to a point some fifty yards away. The steam had thinned for a moment, and three people stood in sharp relief against the shifting mist.

"Look who it is."

Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.

"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry," said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."


James had reappeared; he had divested himself of his trunk, owl, and trolley, and was evidently bursting with news. "Teddy's back there," he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. "Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!"

He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.

"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing -"

"You interrupted them?" said Ginny. "You are so like Ron -"

"- and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!" James added as though worried he had not made himself clear.

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!" whispered Lily ecstatically. "Teddy would really be part of the family then!"

"He already comes round for dinner about four times a week," said Harry "Why don't we just invite him to live with is and have done with it?"

"Yeah!" said James enthusiastically. "I don't mind sharing with Al-Teddy could have my room!"

"No," said Harry firmly, "you and Al will share a room only when I want the house demolished." He checked the battered old watch that had once been Fabian Prewett's. "It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board."

"Don't forget to give Neville our love!" Ginny told James as she hugged him.

"Mum! I can't give a professor love!"

"But you know Neville-"

James rolled his eyes. "Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love. . . ." Shaking his head at his mother's foolishness, he vented his feelings by aiming a kick at Albus.

"See you later, Al. Watch out for the thestrals."

"I thought they were invisible? You said they were invisible!" but James merely laughed, permitted his mother to kiss him, gave his father a fleeting hug, then leapt onto the rapidly filling train. They saw him wave, then sprint away up the corridor to find his friends.

"Thestrals are nothing to worry about," Harry told Albus. "They're gentle things, there's nothing scare about them. Anyway, you won't be going up to school in the carriages, you'll be going in the boats." Ginny kissed Albus good-bye.

"See you at Christmas."

"Bye, Al," said Harry as his son hugged him. "Don't forget Hagrid's invited you to tea next Friday. Don't mess with Peeves. Don't duel anyone till you've learned how. And don't let James wind you up."

"What if I'm in Slytherin?"

The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the moment of departure could have forced Albus to reveal how great and sincere that fear was. Harry crouched down so that Albus's face was slightly above his own. Alone of Harry's three children, Albus had inherited Lily's eyes. "Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to rose, who was now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."

"But just say-"

"-then Slytherin House will have gained an excellent student, won't it? It doesn't matter to us, Al. But if it matter to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin.

The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account."


"It did for me," said Harry.

He had never told any of his children that before, and he saw the wonder in Albus's face when he said it. But how the doors were slamming all along the scarlet train, and the blurred outlines of parents swarming forward for final kisses, last-minute reminders, Albus jumped into the carriage and Ginny closed the door behind him. Students were hanging from the windows nearest them. A great number of faces, both on the train and off, seemed to be turned toward Harry.

"Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and rose craned around to look at the other students.

"Don't let it worry you," said Ron. "It's me, I'm extremely famous."

Albus, Rose, Hugo, and Lily laughed. The train began to more, and Harry walked alongside it, watching his son's thin face, already ablaze with excitement. Harry kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him. . . .

James had run onto the train looking for his friends. He looked through the carriages for his best friend Robert Hitchens. Peering into the fourth carriage that he had looked into he saw Robert with his cousin Fred Weasley, a prodigious fourth year who had inherited his uncle's temperament and both his father's and uncle's genius for pranks.

"Fred," James greeted as he moved his stuff into the carriage. "Rob," he continued, "mate. How were your holidays?"

Robert looked up from reading the Daily Prophet, "Hey James," he exclaimed, "holidays were good, mum took me to the Riviera, played on the beaches at St Tropez, in France."

"Oh," James replied. St Tropez was a predominantly Muggle place where Muggles went on holidays. He had heard that Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron had been once, with Hermione's Muggle parents, but besides that he didn't know much. "You have to tell me more."

It was then that Victoire Weasley, Hogwarts head girl and James's oldest cousin stalked into the room. "Quick," she said, "hide me. Can I just hide under the cloak?"

Fred laughed, "why, Tybs chasing you again," pulling a face. It was a well-known fact about Victoire's life at Hogwarts. She only spent the whole of the last two Christmas dinners at the Burrow complaining about Tybolt Lancaster, until the point where even grandmum Molly had began to grow tired of it all.

"Yes," Victoire replied, hastily, as she borrowed the cloak off James and hid under it in the corner of the room. "Tybolt Lancaster just won't give up on me, even though as James has undoubtedly told everyone, that I am snogging Teddy," she said in a huff without realising that James had not told the occupants of the carriage yet. "And what's worse is that he's been made Head Boy. Argh…" She slipped quickly under the cloak, just as Tybolt peered in.

Tybolt Lancaster was almost every girl's dream, well except for Victoire. He had the looks of someone who would be a male model in a Muggle magazine, with golden hair and piercing ice blue eyes; he looked every bit an Adonis. He was a talented wizard, being one of the top students in his year, and he had quite a fortune, left to him by his now dead father. And, there was the lineage. He traced his ancestors back to the Muggle Kings of England, from before the Statute of Secrecy.

He had it all, the looks, the fortune, the lineage. Luckily for Victoire, the compartment was just full of boys, and none of them were gay. Otherwise, she would have been ratted out quicker than a new Thunderbolt broomstick could fly.

Seeing a group of Gryffindors, his eyes narrowed almost into a glare, but seeing no Victoire, he left as quickly as he peeked in, no doubt on his hunt for Victoire.

Victoire came out from under the Peverell cloak when she heard the door close. "Thank goodness he's gone," she sighed. "And now I have to spend the rest of the year in the same dorm as him. I think I'm going to have to spend a lot of time back in the Gryffindor Common Room this year to get away from him."

Robert and James exchanged a knowing look. They knew they were going to be in for one of Victoire's twenty-minute tirades against Tybolt Lancaster. "It's not as if he hasn't got twenty Slytherin girls at least who want to go out with him, who want to snog him, but he has to pick me. Ever since fifth year. I even made sure that I kissed Teddy right in front of his face but that thick-headed git just won't take no for an answer. Argh…"

James and Robert both laughed, as well as the others in the carriage. Robert spoke up in a bored drawl, "it's like in the Muggle stories, the more you reject him, the more he thinks you actually really want him, Victoire, it's that simple." He flashed a smile as realisation dawned on Victoire's face. Robert's mother loved watching dramas and movies, and often, when his father got home, they would watch endless hours of TV and DVD's. And his father was a Professor of Psychology at the University of London.

"So what do I do to get rid of him," she asked.

"Well," Robert said, trying hard to look serious, but not being able to do it, "one, you can give in to him and he gets what he wants and then he'll dump you and move on, once he realises that you aren't the one." Victoire shot a dark look at him. "Obviously, we aren't going to go with that choice," he drawled. "Second, you will just have to put up with it for the whole year and then you'll leave and he will leave and hopefully you won't see him ever again. I don't think you'll mentally last that long. And dad would agree with me there, I'm sure. Or third, you could try to hex him into oblivion, but he might take that as a sign that you really want him, and I doubt that Professor Lancaster or the Headmistress would be impressed. Or you could find someone else for him to be interested in, and he'll leave you alone."

Victoire sighed, "That's not going to happen. He hasn't given up in two years, what or more precisely, who would make that thick-headed Tybolt give up on me? Anyone?"

"That Victoire, is something that you'll have to work out. I'm sure any of the Slytherin girls would be happy to take him from you, if they could keep him that is." James laughed.

Victoire was almost in hysterics, "I know, I know all the Slytherin girls want him, heck, even some of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, even some of my fellow Gryffindors but how am I supposed to get him to notice them?"

"As I was saying, human psychology," Robert interjected, "the reason he's going after you is because you don't fawn over him like a love-sick puppy. You don't immediately want to do what he wants to do. He knows the other girls just want to brag about having a boyfriend who is good-looking and rich. If the other girls started doing what you do instead of falling at his feet, then he'll probably go for someone else." He winked, "Trust me."

Victoire nodded, even if it meant listening to a second year who probably had never been kissed let alone understand anything about relationships, but it was something that she hadn't tried before, "well I suppose it's better than anything anyone else can think of. We can't have the Head Girl hexing the Head Boy into oblivion over something like an unrequited crush. It would be inappropriate." She was the oldest of the Weasley cousins in this generation and she was the most responsible.

Albus and Rose had entered into a different carriage, where the other Weasley cousins were. The whole Weasley clan were all close, and there were many of them currently at Hogwarts. There were too many of them to fit into one carriage, so they usually split up between two or three. Their cousins Louis, Roxanne and Lucy filled their heads with even more stories of Hogwarts, and also the latest gossip about the teachers, as well as playing games of Exploding Snap.

Meanwhile, a man and his two sons were packing up some luggage before making the journey to Hogwarts. "Mike, Eric," the man said, "hurry up or you'll be late to meet the Headmistress for your first day at school."

Eric and Mike rushed out of their rooms with their luggage and books ready to leave. Grabbing his copy of the second year Charms textbook, Eric jumped down the last flight of stairs to get there in time. They saw their father Jason, waiting by the Portkey that they were going to take to get to Hogwarts. When all was ready, they touched the Portkey and were transported to Hogwarts.

The three travellers were met by Headmistress Sprout. "Welcome, Ambassador Sun," she said, as she shook Jason's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Headmistress Sprout," Jason replied, as he shook her hand. "And, please just call me Jason."

"And these two boys must be Eric and Mike," Headmistress Sprout said. "And it's just Ponoma."

"Thank you very much for picking them up privately," Jason answered, "but the new lodgings are a mess right now, and we weren't ready when the train was due to leave."

"It's no problem," Ponoma replied, "as the new Ambassador from China, I'm sure you have a lot of things to do and oversee. Now come along."

Eric, the older brother, hugged his father, "Goodbye dad," he said, as his dad returned a fierce hug.

"Look after yourself, and your brother," his father replied. "And don't get into too much trouble." Eric had a penchant for getting into trouble or as he termed it 'adventures'. He let Eric go, and hugged Mike. "Mike, be good," he said, "don't let your brother get into too much trouble," he whispered, before he let go.

"Look after Nikki and mum," Mike replied, "we'll both write soon." Nikki was their younger sister, who was nine. Jason portkeyed back to London, as the boys followed Headmistress Sprout back towards Hogwarts.

"I believe that Eric is going to be in second year, and Mike is joining first year?" Headmistress Sprout asked.

"Yes," Eric answered, "I know that it's hard to get a space after first year, but we are very grateful that this school offered us places." This line was practiced in front of the mirror thousands of times drilled into his memory by his father. After all, Chinese wizards were known to be well mannered, especially those of the pureblooded Sun family who traced their roots thousands of years back.

'Well, it's no trouble," Headmistress Sprout said. One the first years from last year decided to transfer across to Beauxbatons when his mother got remarried to a French wizard and moved across to France to live with her new husband. "Eric, you'll be put into Gryffindor House." Ponoma had come down to London to visit the new Ambassador and his children before Jason had officially taken up his new position. The Sorting Hat had come with her, and it had put Eric into Gryffindor a few months ago. Since Mike was starting as a First Year, she had decided to leave that to the Sorting Ceremony itself. Entering the castle grounds they were greeted by Professor Daphne Greengrass.

"Professor Greengrass is the Head of Slytherin House," Ponoma said as she, Eric and Mike passed her and entered into Hogwarts Castle. "They have their dormitories in the dungeon area of the castle."

Meanwhile the Hogwarts Express had pulled up to the station. Hagrid began to gather the first years, whilst the others rode on the thestral drawn carriages. "Come over here, first years, Mind your step now first years," Hagrid hollered.

Albus and Rose got into one of the awaiting boats, there were two others in the boat with them. The boats began to sail across the lake. As Hogwarts sailed into view, they were all awestruck at its majesty. All were eager to attend the school made most famous by Harry Potter. The fleet of boats moved towards the other bank. "Heads down," Hagrid bellowed, as the boats reached a cliff and went through a curtain of ivy, through a dark tunnel and then into an underground chamber. The students all clambered out onto the rocks and pebbles. Rose noticed some other students there; a blonde boy that she remembered that her father had said was Scorpius Malfoy. He was with some two other boys. They all walked up the flight of stone steps and into Hogwarts.

The doors swung open, and Professor Lancaster was waiting there.

A/N: That's the end of the Chapter 1. Hope you like it. Please read and review!