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

20!!!

{Albus}

It feels good to be back home.

Padfoot greets us at the door, wagging his tail like mad, barking with happiness at the sight of James and I.

"Hello boy!" I say hugging him roughly.

I pull my trunk up the stairs, and push my door open.

I put my trunk down, and Stormy unravels himself from around my neck, and runs and jumps onto his safe place that is my bed.

I flop down next to Stormy and breathe in the smell of home.

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The holidays start off with short, lazy days that are mostly spent in bed or watching stuff on our muggle tv.

But pretty soon we start going to Shell Cottage every other day, and that's when the summer gets good.

We swim, we have water fights, we go pier jumping, we play massive games of tiggy in the water, we make sand castles and bury people in the sand. Most of the time the whole family is there, and sometimes the Longbottom's come too. And some of our cousins bring friends. One day Fred actually brings girlfriend, Melissa Thomas.

It is during the third week, though, when Roxanne creates something awesome: Water Quidditch.

It is basically Quidditch, except over the sea.

Teddy creates goal posts from levitating seaweed; we manage to get an actual quaffle and bludger, but not a snitch; so we just use a bewitched pebble instead.

We have too big a family for 2 teams, so we just add extra players; maybe 4 chasers, or 3 beaters, or 2 keepers. But we always have 1 seeker.

I usually play beater or seeker, though I do prefer beater. It is just a lot more fun, and I feel more involved with the game then I do when I'm seeker.

About 2 weeks after Roxy invented the game, I am playing beater with Roxy and Hugo, against Louis, Teddy and Remus. Rose is chaser on my team (so are Victoire and Alastor), Lily is seeker on my team, and James is the keeper.

Rose is terrible, even more terrible than she was last time.

The Quaffle is coming her way, she tries to steer left to catch it, but she over balances, and falls.

Half of us, like me and James, burst out laughing, the other half, like Lily, bites their lip in an attempt to stifle their laughter.

Laughing, I fly down to help her. The water is pretty deep, we shouldn't actually be playing this far out, it is probably to deep for even Teddy to stand up.

As I fly down towards her, I realize she is lying with her face in the water, twitching and jerking.

"Shit," I mutter, "Shit, shit, shit."

I panic, hovering above her, my mouth dry and my heart pounding in my chest.

"Teddy!" I finally yell, "TEDDY! She's having an epileptic fit!"

I jump off my broom, and fall a good 4 feet into the cold water.

"Rose!" I scream, flipping her over.

Her mouth is filled with water.

And blood.

I stick my hand flat into her mouth, to stop her from biting off her tongue, if she hasn't already.

I wince with the pain as her teeth clench onto my hand.

"Rose," I say desperately.

Suddenly she becomes limp, making her a lot heavier.