The Next Generation

Stacy, Jessi and Jordan were practically joined at the hip. They had lived in the same street as each other for there whole lives. Their parents had all been friends when they were younger, too.

There were Jessi's parents Neil and Kellie. Jessi looked very much like her father. She had red hair and freckles, her hair had brown through it. Jessi had her mother's light brown eyes.

Jordan's parents, Luke and Georgia; Georgia was Neil's brother. Jordan had blond hair like his father, but his mother's eyes, large in size and a deep brown colour. He was the tallest of the trio.

James and Marie were the parents of Stacy. Stacy had bushy brown hair and green eyes, her father's eyes. Like Jordan and Jessi, she was thirteen.

Jordan, Jessi and Stacy had been through a lot together and lived practically in each other's houses. They called each other's parents Aunts and Uncles and were comfortable together.

It was summer and where they lived, a small county in Scotland, the temperature was always just right.

But their lives changed one day, so much they couldn't believe it...

***

'What time is your mum home today, Jordan?' Stacy asked him as she and Jessi leaned on Jordan for support. They were sitting in Jordan's back yard, just listening to music. Normal teenager stuff. This was their usual way to wind away the days, just sitting. Their dads all worked for the same company, so they usually came home at the same time. Stacy's mum was a teacher, she wasn't at work and Jessi's mum did her work from home. Jordan's mum was a wedding planner and worked all year round, but she was the best cook out herself, Kellie and Marie.

'What time is it?' Jordan drawled tiredly.

'About twenty past two,' Jessi said looking at her watch.

'She'll be home in about forty minutes,' Jordan said, as he shifted slightly, 'Today's Saturday; so I think we're having the barbeque. I think Mr and Mrs O'Neil are coming, too.'

Mr and Mrs O'Neil were a nice couple that lived just down the road from them and they were frequently around at their houses.

A car door slammed and all three stood up, it was a loud bang and was followed by another two slams. Stacy, Jordan and Jessi heard another car come up the drive at the front of the house. Then, two doors slamming.

'It's a bit early for our parents to be home, isn't it?' Jessi said as the trio walked to the front of the house. They saw all six of their parents talking seriously. Suddenly, the O'Neils joined them.

'He's back, Harry! He's back,' they heard Luke say urgently. They looked at each other puzzled, 'Well, not him but his powers been transferred.'

'Who to, Draco?' Marie said quickly with eyes.

'Who are Draco and Harry?' Jordan whispered to the other two, he was met with shrugs.

'Hermione, I'm the one who'll have to tell you that, but first we have to get Snape over here pronto,' Mr O'Neil said as he looked at Marie, 'Oh, yes and Jordan, Stacy and Jessi are listening to every word we say.'

Marie, Kellie, Georgia, Luke, James, Neil and the O'Neils looked round to the side of the house.

'Kids, could you please come here,' Kellie called over to them, 'we have something important to tell you.'

'Minerva, could you apparate and get Serveus please?' Mr O'Neil said to his wife. She disappeared with a small pop.

The trio stopped in their tracks, Jessi gave a small squeak.

'Maybe we should sit down,' Kellie said.

***

'Severus! Albus needs us to apparate to Draco and Ginny's house! Now!' Minerva said as she stood in front a man with black hair.

'It's happened, hasn't it?' Serveus asked.

Minerva gave a small nod and they both disapparated.

***

Kellie, Maria, Georgia, Neil, James, Luke and Mr O'Neil were seated in Georgia and Luke's dining room.

'We just have to wait for Minerva and Severus, then we can tell them,' James announced to the adults.

A small pop announced the arrival of the two adults. They sat down and James stood up.

'First of all, guys, get out you wands and go back to normal,' James said. A sigh of relief was let out from the adults.

They each brought out a thin piece of long wood and pointed them at themselves.

'Finite Incantatem,' the adults said as one. James' hair slowly became untidy and Maria's bushy. Georgia's nose shrunk slightly and Luke's hair gained a little length. Neil's nose became longer and Kellie's hair grew longer. Mr O'Neil's nose grew crooked and his hair long and white, he even sprouted a bread to match.

'In case you haven't guessed, we aren't who you think we are,' Maria said looking at the children.

'No shit!' Jordan said suddenly.

'Watch your language, young man!' Georgia cried at him, giving him an evil glare.

'First of all, Jessi, your name isn't Jessi Wilfred. It's Jessi Weasly. Your father's name isn't Neil and my name isn't Kellie. Our real names are Ron and Lavender,' Kellie said, looking at Jessi.

'Stacy Green, nope, Stacy Potter. I'm Hermione Potter and your father is Harry,' Maria said looking into her daughters eyes.

'In case you feel left out Jordan, you're a Malfoy, not a Jackal. I'm Draco and your mother is Ginny,' Luke announced.

'I'm Prof. Albus Dumbledore, this is Prof. Minerva McGonagall and this is Prof. Severus Snape,' Mr O'Neil said, 'We are teachers at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry.'

'Yeah,' Stacy interrupted, 'And I'm the Queen of freaking England.'

'Stacy,' Hermione said in a warning tone.

'Anyway, your parents are all wizards and witches and so are you three,' Albus said. He was met with silence.

'Aye right!' Jordan cried, using his Scottish tongue.

'Your father was very famous in our world, Stacy,' Albus continued, ' 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.' That was what your father was known as.

'You see, about forty years ago, ten years before any of your parents were born, there was a wizard called Tom Riddle. Now you three have to understand not all wizards are good, some go bad. Riddle went as bad as you can go. He got himself some followers and started calling himself Voldemort, to his supporters, Lord Voldemort. It was dark times.

'He Voldemort wanted control over everyone, anyone who didn't cooperate wounded up dead. One night, when Harry was just one year old, Voldemort came after him and tried to kill him. His father died first, then his mother.'

'Voldemort,' Severus continued, 'then pointed his wand at Harry and tried to perform the killing curse. No one had survived it. But the protection Harry's mother gave up to save him, rebounded the curse. Voldemort fled, barely alive, too weak to go on.

'But them about fifteen years ago, Voldemort returned, it took another two years before we finally killed him.'

'Or so we thought,' Draco continued, 'Now we have received information that his powers were transferred to someone. Someone that Ron, Harry, Lavender, Ginny and Hermione knew well.'

'Who?' Jessi asked.

'One of mine and Ron's old dorm mates,' Harry said sadly, 'a very timid boy he was, a Mr Neville Longbottom.'

'But, he knows were we are and he is going to come and try kill us all, before we can help or bring him down,' Hermione said.

'So we need your help this time,' Ginny said.

The adults looked at each other and in unison said, 'We have to train you.'