Potters And The Next Generation

Gone To A War Of Yesterday

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Ginny 

"I appreciate your concern Mr. Juhin but my kids are here." I smiled, "I'll be alright."

"No. No. You don't nee..."

"Mr. Juhin, let me go."

He flinched, staring at my wand.

"Now." I flickered a small smile for him. With a glistening forehead, he stepped aside and I left the office to stand in an empty shop, "Well, isn't this just great." I groaned, walking around the counter, facing a tousled silver haired man walk down the stairs from the balcony, twirling his wand in his fingers.

"Albus Dumbeldore's Apprentice, Ginevra Weasley." He grinned.

"It's Potter actually, smartass." I sighed.

"I prefer the old title." He shrugged.

"Oh. Well then that makes sense." I shrugged, "What do you want?"

"I thought I didn't need to make an introduction." He clicked his tongue.

"You're right. You really don't. I couldn't care less." I licked my lips, "Get to the point already."

"I just think it's fun when the school time comes around. All the kids just leave their homes for a nice walk in the stores. No worries of the strange eyes on them." He teased. My God, I'm going to Azkaban today. I could almost hear the sinister part of me laughing.

Though I didn't answer him.

"But what's more fun is when you push the wrong people who really are looking for some fresh minds." He twisted his wand, "Ginny, Ginny, Ginny." He laughed and sang with a voice almost talented, "Your children have been too meddlesome in our business. They think they're warriors in some war?"

I was keeping it together.

"I have a twisted sense of humor some say. And I want your children to learn a lesson already. But in a good way, I'll show them that they can never be as good as their parents so they might as well sit behind their books with their traps shut. So in reality, I'll be helping you." He winked.

"Where are the kids?" I finally managed, my heart a little agitated now.

"Hmm. Let's just say, I put them to sleep. I don't like judgemental eyes. It makes me want to shut them up forever." He clicked his tongue and I had to keep a pokerface up.

"You have a talent for barking, don't you?"

He gave a wicked grin and waved his wand like a orchestra director's stick. I blocked the build of books falling on me and they reserved back to their stack.

"Really?" I couldn't help the disappointment showing on my face. He sent a jinx at me which I blocked and rebounded it. He dodged and a pile of books exploded. I created a shield and surveyed his movement.

And the battle commenced. He kept throwing jinxes and I kept returning until we both took cover. I couldn't kill him since he seemed to know where the kids were and just when he was ready to throw a snap, I sent one back. He blocked but it rebounded, throwing him back.

I'd had enough and I needed to take him to the Ministry so I waved my wand to bind him.

"Until next time." He cackled.

"No!" I sent the bind but he'd already disapperated, "No! Shit!"

"Mrs. Potter! Mrs. Potter! I contacted the Minis-" The door to the shop burst open but I didn't wait to see who came in, since I was already running for the basement. The library had a dense air, almost weighing in on my senses. My heart was lowering in its beats and the empty shelves trembled and echoed that accused me for being reckless.