The next-generation is about to have their own adventure. When a new villain arises, he targets the next-generation and their parents. Now James Potter, Lillian Enderson are sent to the Marauder Era. Roxy, Fred II, Rose and Hugo Weasley, Albus and L...
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September first. The happiest day for any Hogwarts student. The day we get to ride the train to the beautiful castle and watch the sorting. Where we get to escape the grasps of our parents for the school year. Where we get to learn magic and have fun. It's a place where we call home.
I was so happy to go back to Hogwarts. This year, I'm head girl. I had been asking around the train to see who the Head boy was. So far, I haven't found him. I just hope it's not Potter. James Sirius Potter. The one who I hate with all my heart. He teased and pranked me the first three years we went to Hogwarts. During our fourth years, he had the courage to ask me out. Each time he did, I would say no. Each time I say no, he would prank me. So obviously, I got pranked every single day. Rain or shine, he would ask me out.
As I headed over to the heads compartment, I noticed the "New Mauraders", James, Fred, and Roxy, were down to two members. Potter was missing.
"Where's Potter?" I asked and I opened the door.
"Lillian!" Roxy yelled. "I haven't seen you all summer."
Roxy and I had been best friends since our first year. "I was on vacation with my family this year."
"But you still left me!" She said all dramatically.
"Well, I have to leave you again," I said just as dramatically. "I have to go to the Head's meeting."
"Go! Leave!" She said smiling and pushed me out the door.
"Why do you want to get rid of me all of a sudden?" I asked.
"You'll see! Now go," she said and gave me one final push.
"Hold on a sec," said Roxy as she stuck her head out the door. "Do you have your camera?"
"Of course," I said to her and pulled out a small wizard camera out of my pocket.
Every year, Roxy and I would take pictures of everything that happened at Hogwarts. We would get together on the first day of summer vacation and develop the pictures in a special potion to make them move. Later we put them all in a scrap book and write a little caption next to that picture.
