Harry Potter               Ten years Later, 
                                         after the War

I glance at Ginny and she stares back with adoration in her eyes.

“I can’t believe it’s time for them to go off into the world,” Ginny says, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Ginny, they aren’t leaving forever, they will be back for Christmas.”

“And that’s not forever?!” The first tear slips out of her eye and I take that as my cue to pull her against me.

“They will be okay Ginny, they are eleven years old, we both entered Hogwarts at eleven as well.”

“Harry, when you were eleven, you fought he-who-must-not-be-named!”

“But Voldemort is gone. He has been for ten years. There is no way he or anyone else will endanger our children. Not with Nevil as headmaster and Hermione as Minister of Magic.”

Ginny sniffles as she wipes (hopefully the last) of her tears. “Speaking of my sister-in-law, where is that idiotic brother of mine? He and Drac will be late!”

“Well, being late isn’t new with Ron, is it?” I ask while looking around platform nine-and-three-quarters.

It still looks, surprisingly, the same. Even though the war took out most of the station, the magical barrier protecting the platform still managed to take all the damage than the actual platform.

Everyone walks in and starts to look around. The first year students are scared looking, but I can see the glint of excitement within their eyes. Returning students come through with huge smiles on their faces.

I feel old just watching all of them. Seventeen years ago, that was me.

“Hey!” A voice calls out from behind me. “Dad!”

I turn around and squat down, my arms wide open, waiting for the twins to throw themselves into my embrace.

“Hey Eliza! Hey Beth!” I say to them with a smile on my face. “Have any of you seen your uncle Ron or Drac?”

“Or your grandma?” Ginny chimes in. “Holly should be here by now!”

“Will aunty Holly protect us mom?” Beth asks, looking up at Ginny with wide eyes.

“Your aunt will protect you, but she won’t have to because nothing will happen.” I answer, putting an emphasis on nothing.

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls out.

I turn around and my vision is met with bright red hair, freckles and a tall man. A shorter version looking identical to him runs behind him.

“Sorry we’re late! I swear that it wasn’t my fault this time!” Ron exclaims, pointing to Drac. “He didn’t want to wake up!”

“Only because we stayed up late into the night watching the quidditch cup!” Drac yells back.

Drac is almost a full on Weasley, but he got Hermione’s brown bushy hair, instead of the bright red that signifies a Weasley. Most people can’t even tell that he’s a Weasley right away.

Ginny first thought they got the wrong baby when he started growing his brown hair instead of the bright red everyone was expecting.

“Seriously Ron?! I told you to let the kid go to bed early!” Ginny starts scolding her brother even after her parents arrive.

“What’s that I hear?” Mrs. Weasley asks rather loudly. Holly’s fits really made her hearing poor.

“Mom! Ron didn’t let Drac go to sleep and he stayed up late into the night again!” Ginny shouts, pointing over to Ron.

“I didn’t force him to stay up! He had a choice and he chose to stay up!” Ron fights back.

“Ugh! Can we get onto the train now?!” Holly exclaims in her rather high, squeaky, annoying voice. According to Ginny, she’s the most spoiled kid the Weasley’s have ever raised.

Mrs. Weasley rolls her eyes at her youngest daughter’s voice before turning her attention to me.

“Harry! Oh! How skinny you’ve become again! Ginny, are you feeding the poor kid enough?!”

I groan quietly. Always the same question.

“Holly! Come back here! It’s too early to be going on the train!” Mr. Weasley shouts once he comes onto the other side of the barrier, holding three bags of clothing and a brand new owl cage.

“Make me!” She shouts back before boarding the train.

“Daddy!” Beth says tugging on my sleeve.

“Not now,” I whisper to her before going over to Ron and greeting him. “Another school year, huh?”

“I can only imagine the kind of trouble they will get into,” Ron sighs. “Hermione will have my head when she gets her first phone call from Neville. She will probably shout something on how she wishes Drac had her smarts instead of her good looks.”

I chuckle at that. “How is Hermione? Wanting to kill herself yet?”

Ron snorts. “Please, that girl finishes her job so quickly, I’m surprised she hasn’t asked for extra work. Although, her smarts are only part of the reason I fell for her.”

When Ron gets that googly eyed look in his face, I take that as my cue to leave.

“Daddy!” Beth whispers, tugging on my sleeve.

“What is it punkin?” I stage whisper back to her.

“Eliza is acting weird.”

“Of course she is. Soon, you’ll start acting weird as well, and then you and your sister will get to have that special talk with your mother.”

“No, not like that, even weirder!”

“How weird?” I decide to play along. “Weird dancing around in public weird, or embarrassing weird that you don’t know her?”

“The evil villian weird.”

“What?” I scrunch up my eyebrows in response.

“Harry!” Ginny shouts just as the sky turns dark.

I look up and the clouds are swirling around a dark figure. Lighting crackles from their wand.

The figure raises their wand, and shouts. “BEWARE THE NIGHT AND ITS SHADOWS, EVIL LURKS BENEATH! FEAR THE DAY AND IT’S LIGHT, FOR THAT IS WHEN WE WATCH!”

Slowly, everything goes back to normal, the lights goes back to its baby blue color and the clouds disperse. But on the ground, everything is chaos. Families hurry to gather their children onto the train.

As Dumbledore once said, there is no place safer than Hogwarts.

I watch the figure as it falls back down. With a swoop of my wand, I stop it from splattering the ground with its blood.

People go around that small area containing the figure as I walk to it.

Laying there unconscious is Eliza. On her wrist is a spreading black symbol; two hooks and the words:

“She Will Be My New Puppet, A New War Will Soon Start. Beware Harry Potter of The Dark Dragon”

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