The Next Golden Trio: A Harry Potter Next Gen Tale... [ON HOLD]

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{Albus}

The weekend passes happily and quickly, full of walks on the ground, games of exploding snap and on Saturday morning all the Gryffindor's were woken up at 5:30 by Fred and James' annual 'Congratulations-you-survived-the-first-week' firework display.

•••

This morning Rose and I are sitting at the Gryffindor table with the other first years. I'm talking with Sam, Mark Mcmallian, Chris Finnigan and two of the first year girls, Mia Richards and Lucy Verrity about the Quidditch World Cup. Dennis Huges, a muggle born, is listening to us, eyes wide. Chris and I were the only ones to have gone to see the final in Africa, the others all listened to it over the wireless.

Rose is sitting with Jessica Boot discussing books.

All 9 of us head off to Defence Against the Dark Arts continuing our conversations from breakfast.

•••

This week turns out to be more fun, and harder then the last.

Professor Patil turns out to be stricter, and kinder at the same time, then she seemed last week. She gives me and Rose 5 points each for mastering the leg-locking curse the fastest. But takes away 5 points for repeatedly telling me and Sam not to talk while she's talking.

Neville seems to be everyone's favourite teacher, except for some of the Slytherins'. He lets us talk in class, and is always telling exciting stories of his and Luna's travels.

Professor Hyde makes Transfiguration as boring as possible, mainly by the way he drones on and on about how Transfiguration is the hardest and most important subject, and how all of us except for Rose, are terrible at it.

Professor Slughorn, however, seems to be on a oblivious mission to embarrass me and Rose. He is always saying how amazingly brilliant we are at potions, and Nott always mocks him behind his back.

Professor Binns is incredibly boring, but on the bright side he probably still thinks it's the 1960's so he doesn't know who Rose and I are.

Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, is even smaller then I remember him. He's very kind and funny, and today, Wednesday I'm late to class, because I spent all of lunch in the library, writing a essay for Binns. I walk into class to see Rose and Sam sharing the same feather for practice for the levitating charm. Sam's trying and failing to make the feather levitate, so Rose grabs the end of his wand and says, "Stop! The movment is swish and flick not 'try-to-poke-someone', and anyway, you're saying it wrong, it's levi-O-sa, not leviosar."

"You do it then!" Sam snaps back.

Rose flicks her wand and says in a commanding tone, "Wingardium LeviOsa," the feather rises into the air, conducted by Rose's wand.

Flitwick, who's standing nearby (probably listening to the whole conversation) bursts out laughing.

Rose, Sam and everyone else all turn to stare at Flitwick, Rose lowers her wand and the feather floats back down to the desk.

"What's so funny?" She asks indignantly, her ears turning red.

"Nothing," Flitwick says, his laugher subsiding, "You're just so like your mother."

"Well, actually," Rose says, "it's Dad's favourite spell."

•••

And every night Rose heads off to detention at 6:45 and I stay up and wait for her to come back at 10:00. She always seems grumpy and confused when she gets back, and never thanks me for waiting for her, but hey, she's family. Incredibly annoying family sometimes, but family all the same.

Tonight's Friday, Rose's last night of detention, she's just gone, and I'm playing Wizard's Chess with Sam. James, Nick, Fred and Josh are sitting near by, doing a competition of who can build the tallest Exploding Snap card tower.

"Wanna play?" Fred asks me and Sam.

"Yeah sure," Sam says.

I glance down at the board and see that I've almost won, I laugh, "Yeah," I say, grabbing some cards, and starting to build a tower.

Only 10 seconds in Nick's tower explodes, which causes James' to explode, which causes Fred's to explode, which causes Josh's to explode, which causes Sam's to explode, which makes mine blow up.

The loud chorus of explosion makes most people look around, and some studying seventh years tell us to keep the noise down.

We spend the next few hours playing games; such as Exploding Snap, Gobstones, Wizard's Chess and Levitating Jenga. We also read a bit, do some homework and talk about Quidditch.

At 12:00 James taps me on the shoulder, and pulls me away from everyone else.

"I just got a message," he says quietly, holding up a messaging galleon from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, "from Rose, she wants you and just you to come quick, she says to meet her at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."

"Moaning Myrtle? Whose that?" I ask.

"Ghost," James says, "here, take this," he hands me a scruffy map of Hogwarts, "find her on there. Go, she seemed urgent!"

I run up to my dormitory and pull something out of my trunk.

I feel the cloth carefully, it feels almost like liquid, smooth and cool. I slip Dad's invisibility cloak over myself, and go to find Rose.