A/n: This is what happens a year after Harry defeats Voldemort.

Disclaimer: I of course own nothing, except Correna, the plot, and a few other things. All other characters and refrences belong to Mrs. Rowling...and I believe she works them well.

Summary: Four of us were orphaned and taken in by the Professors. Three of us were born to the Professors. None of us knew how hard it was to be a Dumbledore, but we took a vote and none of us would trade our parents for anything!

The Hogwarts Children Chronicles

Growing Up As Dumbledores

Chapter 1: A Nice Friendly Social

A year had passed since the young Harry Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort and Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore had left him on the Dursleys' doorstep. It had greatly pained the headmaster and deputy of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to leave the savior of their world at the door of his estranged relatives, but they knew it was the safest place for him. Over the last year the disagreement and worry over how the boy was being treated had left the two best friends in a very tense relationship, and it was because of this that they had decided to leave the stress of the school to spend the summer in London. The two friends had made the decision that what they needed was to go to a place calming and relaxing to reconcile; which is how they found themselves on a picnic in a secluded section of the London Park.

"Oh Albus, this is so beautiful," Minerva contently sighed as they walked around the park. "Yes," he agreed, "I believe it is just what we needed. A time to relax and be husband and wife, not headmaster and deputy. "Indeed," she smiled and sweetly pecked his lips; "A time to relish the few years left to us with the little one. Speaking of which…where's is the little one," she asked looking around the park? "Do not fret my dear," he serenely smiled, "Corri is over on the swings playing with those small children," he explained gesturing to the three little ones on the swing set. "Oh that's good," she smiled, "It seems she is making friends. Shall we go and introduce ourselves to the parents? Maybe turn this into a social picnic?" "She's only three and already you are working on getting her in the right circles," he teased the witch, "I believe you've spent to much time with Malfoys and the others." "Oh shut up," she glared as they made their way over to the other children and parents.

"Hi mummy," a little three-year-old squealed as the two adults walked up to the others, "look …I made new friends," she exclaimed gesturing to the two children on the swings. "I can see that," the woman smiled, "would you care to introduce us to them?" "Oh yes ma'am," she replied jumping off the swing and landing on her feet with elegant grace. In truth the landing was a bit magical, but none of the other children or parents seemed to notice. The young raven-haired, blue-eyed toddler straightened out her green dress and walked up to her father. "Daddy, I would like to meet you to Mr. and Mrs. Ganher and Hermnine, and Mr. and Mrs. Durleys and Dudley," she proudly proclaimed pulling her father in front of the other two men and promptly ran back to the other children. "Well she got it half right," the young brunette-haired man said shaking Albus's hand, "Actually it's pronounced Granger. I'm Richard and this is my wife Helen," the man said pointing to the blonde woman next to him, "and the little brunette in the middle swing is our Hermione." "And I'm Vernon Dursley and this is my wife Petunia," replied a very large blonde man with a horse faced woman standing next to him, "The little boy is our Dudley." "Pleased to meet all of you," Albus grinned, "I see you've met are darling Correna, but have yet to meet us. I'm Albus Dumbledore…and this lovely vision is my wife Minerva." "Oh Albus," she blushed, "we're very pleased to meet you all. And since it seems that our children have hit it off so well…Albus and I would like to invite you and your children to a picnic lunch with us."

"O-oh well we would l-love to but we need to be getting back," Vernon stuttered. "Besides we wouldn't want to impose," added Helen. "Oh it's no imposition at all. Are servants fixed way too much for just the three of us and we would hate to break the children up right now," explained Albus. "Well if you sure…we would love to," exclaimed Richard. "Yes we would love to as well," smiled Petunia. "Smashing news," Albus exclaimed clapping his hands, "Minerva will you please lead this wonderful people to our spot and I'll gather the children." "Of course darling," she agreed and led the four adults to a lovely picnic setting under a large oak tree. "Alright children let's stop swinging and get some sandwiches and cake," he said. "Good I'm hungry," Corri exclaimed once again jumping off the swing with magical practiced grace. "Me too," exclaimed the very round blonde toddler. "Then let's not waste any time getting to the food then," he chuckled. Butt as they were all walking toward the picnic spot Albus pulled his daughter to the side and asked, "You do know who that little boy is don't you?" "Yes daddy, he's Harry's cousin," she stated matter-of-factly, "but Dudley is not very nice. Harry's over there behind the bush. They won't let him play," she sadly sighed pointing toward a bushes a few paces from where they were standing. "Then let's see what we can do about it," he father smiled with a knowing twinkle in his blue eyes. "Yes lets," she squealed with an equal twinkle in her blue eyes.

The two walked behind the bush where they found a small one-year-old with dark jade green eyes, messy black hair, and round rimmed glasses looking longingly at the site of his family and the others enjoying a meal. He never even noticed that the auburn- haired man and raven-haired girl were behind him till the man asked, "Would you like to join us for lunch?" The little boy jumped at the sudden attention and stared blankly at the father and daughter before him. "Well don't you want to," the girl repeated? Unable to say anything he just nodded his head and took the man's empty hand as they walked toward the others. "What's your name," the man asked? "H-harry," the boy squeaked. "Well I'm Albus, but if you can't say that then Al is fine. And this is my daughter Corri," he serenely smiled at the boy which immediately put him at ease. "Okay Mr. Al," the boy smiled as the stood behind the Durselys.

"Albus, darling I don't recall to little boys on the swing set. Who is it that you and Corri have found," Minerva asked with a hint of amusement because they knew exactly who the child and the Dursleys were. "A very shy little lad my dear. He was hiding behind a bush longingly looking at your wonderful potato salad and we thought it would be a good idea to invite him. He says his name is Harry…" "Are you alright Mr. Dursley," Richard exclaimed clapping the large man on the back, he had started to choke on his chicken? "Here take some water, darling," Petunia replied. "Yes th-thank you," Vernon sputtered taking a sip, "I supposed something went down the wrong pipe." "Oh dear I hope it doesn't happen again," Helen exclaimed as Albus, Harry, and Correna took seats next to Minerva. "Yes let's hope so," Minerva agreed, "so Harry what would you like to eat?" The boy licked his lips looking at all the delicious delicacies, but upon raising his head and seeing his Uncles face he promptly refused. "Nonsense my boy," laughed Albus, who had seen the looks, "here have some chicken and chips and pasta," he said as he piled the boy a plate. Harry looked at it like it would bite him if he touched it. "Well go on boy," his uncle gruffly replied, "it's rude to refuse the meal. "Yes Uncle," he quietly replied and began to eat.

A tense an uncomfortable silence filed the area and Corri was desperate to break it, which is why she struck up a conversation with Hermione. "Hermione do you read good?" "It's read well," Minerva corrected. "Well do you," Correna asked ignoring her mother? "No, but mummy read to me. I love books," the bushy-haired girl replied. "Me too," Corri exclaimed. "I learned to read last year, so mama and papa wouldn't always have to. I have lots of book." This broke the tension and the adults started their own conversation, one in which the children cared nothing about as they all stood up and ran back to the swings. Harry stood up to, but went back to the bush.

"Did she really learn how to read last year," Helen asked? "Oh yes," Minerva grinned, "Correna is very advanced for her age. She learned to read just before her third birthday and now she learning to write. We have I hopes for her." "As do we for our little Dudders," beamed Petunia. "And what of your nephew, I'm assuming that is who Harry was because that is who he addressed you as," replied Albus. "Well yes he is, but he's not very disciplined. He's horribly disobedient. You know his parents weren't up to par," Vernon replied. "Oh that is to bad," Minerva gritted. "Yes so sadly, we don't think there is much hope for him," Vernon continued. "I see," Albus mused. "So how old is Correna," Helen asked changing the subject, mostly because she was interested in how advanced she really was. "She will turn four in two weeks," replied Minerva, "and how old is your Hermione?" "She's one, but will turn two in September." And so the conversations continued while unbeknownst to them a barrier was being set around the little area of the park and four adult hooded figures and one tiny child figure appeared just meters behind the happy children. No one saw the danger, not even the greatest witch and wizard of the age, until it was to late….