Harry Potter (19 Years Later)

A:N: Here is the first chapter, set in Rose's POV. 

Thick tendrils of dark silky smoke skirted in front of the carriage windows, blurring the faces of the people below on the platform.
"Bye Rose!" My mothers soft voice sounded from below. I raised my hand, only to remember that she couldn't see me. "Bye Mum! Bye Dad!" I yelled.

The floor shook, announcing the start of the engine. Students ran down the corridors of the train, searching for empty compartments. "Let's go Rose." Albus said, tugging on my arm. We wandered around the train, peeking into each compartment, searching for an empty one.

I yanked open the rusted door to the last compartment, a small first year sitting alone on the plush couches. She had sandy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders in small waves, warm hazel eyes, speckled with green, and tanned skin that blistered in certain spots due to too much exposure to the sun.

The girl stared blankly out the window, watching the charming England countryside fly by. Albus slid down the seat opposite her, with myself following.

"Hello." I said politely, my mothers lessons on manners finally coming into use. The girl turned her head, a nervous smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Diana Finnigan. First year."
"I'm Rose Weasley, and this is my cousin Albus Potter. We're both first years too." I say smiling. Diana nods, twisting her facial expression into a puzzled look. "Potter." She questions, " as in Harry Potter?" I glance at Albus, who shrugs absentmindedly. " That's my dad." He tells Diana.

Diana giggled excitedly, pulling a thick leather book out of her bag. The gold leafed title flashed in the sunlight, reading: Harry Potter and the Dark War.

"What your dad did was so amazing." She babbles, " I can't believe that the golden trio took out Voldemort."
Diana opened the book, the pages full of moving pictures of bloody battles, dark objects and stock full of pictures of my parents and uncle. The most noticeable, a picture of a basic triangle, inside a straight vertical line and a circle.

My father had always boasted about his fame, but we had never believed it to be true. What if it was?

"Voldemort?" Albus asked, his face blank. "And the golden trio?" I chime in, my curiosity peaked.

Diana gasped, dropping her book in the process, planting it in my open hands." You've never heard of Voldemort, you parents never told you... " she mumbles. Suddenly I feel sick. Mum and Dad always told me everything. Hermione taught Hugo and I that telling the truth was crucial in any situation.

So what made her keep this from us? The clinking and clattering of the food trolley broke our silence. "Anything from the trolley dears?" The plump witch asked, pointing at the glorious display of wizarding treats. The plain wooden shelves filled with dark purple packages of chocolate frogs, the pale grey of sugar quills, and the red brown mix of cockroach clusters, among other candies.

I fish some of the large golden wizarding coins out of my robe pocket, passing them to the kind witch. "Three chocolate frogs, one sugar quill, and two packages of Bertie Botts every flavour beans please." I request. She stuffs the candy in my hands and continues down the corridor. I shut the door behind me, sitting back down beside Albus. "Tell us about the Dark War Diana." Albus says, plucking a chocolate frog from my hand. I pass one to Diana and rip open the violet paper. A milk chocolate frog jumps out, my hand grabbing it quickly. I bite down on the legs, the beautiful taste of chocolate spreading through my mouth, thick and creamy.

"A long time ago a dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort surfaced. He tried to kill your dad Albus, but got destroyed in the process. Then throughout your parents schooling, he tried to destroy Harry. It all ended nineteen years ago, in a full-fledged war." Diana explained.