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Chapter 1: The Next Generation
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Eclipse I


A/N: Welcome to the story, new and old readers! I am haylie_lupin, your author for this story, and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Just a small note - this is the sequel to The Secretive Series, but you don't have to read that if you don't want to. I guess you'll still understand this, mostly. It's not that much based on the other stories. It's just the old characters' kids in the future really. This story starts in the year 2017, but includes nothing futuristic.

Another note - this will follow all seven school years of this group of friends, but I'm going to have all seven years in this one story. It's going to be pretty long - maybe seventy chapters (ten chapters per year. Maybe a chapter per month, since there are only ten months at school and two for the summer holidays). This means that it's also going to be pretty fast paced. It just saves me a lot of trouble. Sorry if that's an inconvenience for anybody. Anyway, enjoy! Please R&R, and thanks!

NOTE: This story is written in first person, but if I accidentally start using third person - I'm very sorry. My mind continuously switches as I switch stories, and I'm writing three at the moment. Thanks!

DISCLAIMER: All HARRY POTTER related characters, places and names are copyright to J.K. Rowling. Any others characters, places or names most likely belong to my friends and I - so please do not kidnap them without our permission first. Now, to the story...


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Few new the real story behind the downfall of Lord Voldemort in 2006. Few knew the truth about how Death himself had been called forth to take the gift of life away from the Dark Lord who had never understood the true meaning of love. But I was one of the few who knew the true story of it...well, half of the story at least. But I was lucky to know it at all.

I'm the first born child, and first born son at that, of Harry and Violet Potter. I'm eleven years old, and this is my story...

As the sun slowly rose into the sky on the morning of September the first, 2017, I silently made my way down the hallway that led to the other bedrooms in the house. I crept past my three siblings' rooms and made my way towards my parents' bedroom door. I quietly pushed the door open and made my way over towards their bed. I stopped at the end and looked down at my sleeping parents - Harry and Violet Potter. The two of them looked so peaceful lying arm in arm, their eyes closed and their breathing equally steady.

When I was younger, I would often check my reflection in the mirror and then compare it to my parents. One thing was for certain - I wasn't adopted. I had inherited my father's messy jet-black hair, which would refuse to stay down no matter what, and ...

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