Nineteen Years Later…

Summary: Nineteen years later all is well in the wizarding and muggle world. Harry Potter and the rest of his gang of teenage friends live happy lives with their families. But what starts with a twinge, quickly develops into a war they never thought they would have to fight. Again.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING of the Harry Potter copy written material and such, for if I did this would not be on Thus I ask all those who made Harry potter. Don't Sue me. I'm poor.

Prologue: The Boy Who Conquered Death, The Man Who Lived

"He'll be all right." Murmured Ginny,

As Harry looked at her he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

"I know he will."

Ron stood there, watching his and his wife's best friend with his hand to his scar. Once upon a time, almost more then half his life ago, That would have scared Ron to no end. For soon Harry would be in a semi-conscious state in which he screamed of things too horrible for him and Hermione to know. He knew the scars his friend, Known as the Boy Who Lived bore. The white lines on his hand that wrote out "I will not Lie." The scar in the shape of a pendant that one of Voldemort's Horcruxs had branded him with, and the scar that separated him from society. Marked him as famous and stole away much of the privacy he wished he had. Ron knew not to envy his friend. He had learned that long ago when he had destroyed the Horcrux that had left its mark on Harry. They stood there drawing stares from the crowds who had just sent their \children away and Ron broke the solemn silence that had fallen over the four of them. Not paying attention to their two small children's argument over which house they would be in when they too took that fateful journey on the train that had just left. "So, Shall we go to our place? Or yours?" And then he failed to suppress a laugh at Lilly's and Hugo's simultaneous shout demanding the other's house. With a grin Harry looked down at Lilly and said "We'll go to Hugo's" His grin only widening when he heard his daughter's squeal of delight and saw his Wife's eagerness to go to the place that had once been her own house.

Within 5 minutes two cars were heading for the burrow, one notably faster then the speed limit, the driver pretending to be asleep much to his wife's terror and son's enjoyment.

Many miles away, sitting in a train compartment with his cousin and his older brother, Albus Severus Potter felt a sharp pain that he had never known peirce his forehead and all dissolved into blackness.

A note from the author: I know this is small and probably horribly written but 'm starting out with just the prologue maybe see how big of a review it gets and the such. So please review. I like reviews, and have review quotas for me to begin on the next chapter each time. How many though? Wouldn't you like to know? Until next time.