A/N - This is a drabble-fic I've been toying with for a while now...I'm starting with a chapter on each of the next generation, and then I might put in some pairings and anecdotes as well. Victoire isn't a chapter at the moment, for reasons which will becoma apparent later on, but everyone else is here! Enjoy :)
Magic
They're only human, after all, so why do they dance through life as though angels lead them by the hand? Why do people look at them in wonderment when they pass by, why do they lead every charge, sing every verse, throw their warmth at you in dazzling smiles that leave you gasping?
Every so often you break out of their aura, take a deep breath as though you've been thrown into icy water and you realize – they're just like you. They learn, and fail tests, and cry, and make just as many mistakes as you do and regret them just as bitterly.
And you look at their crowds of adoring fans sceptically, all the guys hanging on the words of girls with brassy laughs and too bright eyes, and the girls who glance adoringly at the boys showing off by the windows. You can't work out why they're so adored, so totally worshipped here. They haven't done anything, after all, just grown up (yes, with the saviours of the world, but really they've done nothing themselves)
You scan over their little group, the fiery heads dominating, but topped by shining blonde softly glowing above them, all bookended by the sooty black hair of the Potter boys, like the frame of a picture. And yes, they are striking, and they make it hard to look away from them, but really, why? What makes them so special? Who are they?