A few hours later, everyone was in the sitting room, looking subdued. Harry paced, his hands running through his hair and occasionally touching the scar. Hermione, Rose, and Hugo flipped through books. James had Ruby in a comforting embrace. Romildaperched on the mantel, watching the scene. Some of the older adults leaned against the walls, deep in thought. Professor Longbottom looked the most worried. I got up from my seat on the arm of a chair and approached him.
"What could it be, Professor?" I asked, following his gaze to the pacing Potter.
"Over the course of the war, we lost a lot of good people," he said in a hollow sort of voice. He didn't elaborate, but he didn't need to. I knew exactly who died. Teddy's parents, Fed, Hedwig, Dumbledore, Mad-eye Moody, Harry's parents, Sirius Black. The list went on and on. I felt a sort of plan coming to me. I grabbed Al and pulled him into the hallway.
"What's this about?" he asked, glaring at me.
"Ij'm not an idiot. All the signs are there. There's another Dark Lord rising, I'm sure of it. It might even be the same one as before."
"That's not possible. Dad killed Voldemort."
"Well, this new Dark Lord seems to have a very similar agenda and set of beliefs. I need to do some serious research, into what I know. If I can draw enough parallels between the war and what's happening now, we might find ourselves a target."
"But Dad retired from the hero business after the war."
"We're the next generation, Al. It's our turn to carry on their legacy." I felt very Gryffindorish--brave, determined, and a little crazy. After all, just because the books ended doesn't mean the adventures have to.
"What could it be, Professor?" I asked, following his gaze to the pacing Potter.
"Over the course of the war, we lost a lot of good people," he said in a hollow sort of voice. He didn't elaborate, but he didn't need to. I knew exactly who died. Teddy's parents, Fed, Hedwig, Dumbledore, Mad-eye Moody, Harry's parents, Sirius Black. The list went on and on. I felt a sort of plan coming to me. I grabbed Al and pulled him into the hallway.
"What's this about?" he asked, glaring at me.
"Ij'm not an idiot. All the signs are there. There's another Dark Lord rising, I'm sure of it. It might even be the same one as before."
"That's not possible. Dad killed Voldemort."
"Well, this new Dark Lord seems to have a very similar agenda and set of beliefs. I need to do some serious research, into what I know. If I can draw enough parallels between the war and what's happening now, we might find ourselves a target."
"But Dad retired from the hero business after the war."
"We're the next generation, Al. It's our turn to carry on their legacy." I felt very Gryffindorish--brave, determined, and a little crazy. After all, just because the books ended doesn't mean the adventures have to.