Everything about The Next Gen

A blog to submit secrets, headcanons and other stuff about the Next Gen of Harry Potter. Pictures are not mine!

[t-v-d-l-m-l-f-r-r-h-j-a-l]

HI Friends (OMG SHE´S STILL ALIVE)

I was pretty blank for a while but now i am working on fanfiction. And since i am just like that i need to have every detail planned before i can actually write something so i am working on a MAP! of Diagon Alley right now. So if you have ANY ideas for stores that are missing and should be added, throw them my way?! thanks? Please.

[nextgenwotters]

Yes please!!!!

[aat2184]

The Potters

[apageintotheoblivion]

love this

[apageintotheoblivion]

Family Reunion

James: Al you ALWAYS get away with shit.

Al: That is NOT true!

James: YES, IT IS! Because you’re the middle child, mum & dad always forget about you, that’s why your antics always go under the radar but mine are scrutinized and berated 24/7.

Al: Is that so? Or is it maybe because my “antics” are forgetting to do the dishes and YOUR antics are setting Lily’s bathroom on fire?

James: That wasn’t even me! Lily framed me.

Lily: I didn’t!

James: Sis it’s okay i respect you for it

Rose: **Comes into the room** What’s all this arguing about?

Lily: The boys are fighting again over who has it harder in the family.

James: Yeah, we are! Because Al seems to think he’s the victim in every scenario.

Al: Hmm, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because I had been dog shit at magic for 3 years, I’m the only Slytherin in the family, AND I’m only 5’11!

James: Yeah, well, I inherited dad’s dog shit vision!

Lily: **Looks at Rose** Is it quieter at your place?

Rose: I mean, we have arguments occasionally, but they usually aren’t this loud, nor this petty.

Rose: …And usually Hugo’s cooperative enough to admit I’m always right and he’s always wrong. I’m the big sister, he’s the baby brother, therefore I’m usually right. And that’s the end of the discussion 90% of the time.

Rose: Right Hugo? **Looking at her brother with a rather sharp and intimidating glare**

Hugo: Ah hell nah don’t bring me into this

Lily: Hahaha

Lily: Should we order pizza? Mum & Dad and the rest of the family won’t be home for a bit…

Rose: Sounds good.

Hugo: **Sits in corner playing candy crush on Arthur’s muggle iphone as Rose & Lily quietly chat about random things and James & Al continue their louder than necessary cat fight**

[apageintotheoblivion]

Cringe Next Gen Dialogue #2

James: Hey! Fred! What do you think would happen if I threw this empty juice box at one of Hogwarts paintings?

Fred: You’d get in massive trouble, but It’d be worth it if it’s one of the annoying ones.

Rose: Worth it?! For christ’s sake Fred, don’t encourage him!

Fred: It’s me! What do you expect? Look, I’m not gonna complain if James throws an apple juice box at a Sir Cadogan. It’s a painting, it can’t hurt them physically, it’ll only bruise their ego, if that.

Rose: That’s still extremely disrespectful!

James: Alright, fine. The last time I ignored Rose it landed me in St. Mungo’s so I’ll humor her this once.

James: How about peeves instead? (Eyes light up maliciously)

Rose: ABSOLUTELY NOT

Molly: I—

James: Why not? He’s an utter twat. Serves him right.

Rose: You don’t want to mess with peeves! He’ll get you back 10x worse!

James: I’ll take on that battle.

Rose: UGH! I don’t have time for this. (sighs and walks away)

3 hours later

James: Oi, Peeves!

Peeves: (Turns around and floats closer to find where James’s voice came from)

James: **Violently throws juice box at poltergeist**

Lily: OH MY GOD BRO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING

Al: You did not…

James: Yes indeed I did.

(Peeves groaning & struggling to get up in the background)

Fred: HAHAH no way that was priceless

Yann: I—

Polly: (Trying not to laugh)

Hugo: …

Hugo: I swear to God, James. You are a walking intrusive thought.

James: I’ll wear that label proudly. Thanks Hugo.

[jamesirius]

james sirius potter, the boy who has everything.

that's what they say anyways. his name printed in gossip blogs and tabloid papers a hundred times the day he was born, this is what they say. golden boy, gryffindor prince, heir apparent. the boy who has everything.

he's got the good looks, his grandfather's charm, the inherited quidditch talent, the way of making everyone in a room laugh with him, whether they like him or not. easygoing, fit, just enough trouble to make his teachers roll their eyes and grumble about potter genetics.

he's the easiest potter to wrap your head around. of course harry and ginny could produce a golden child like this. not simmering, seething like his little siblings, churning against the world. james goes with the flow. james doesn't worry about anything.

he's good at it, is the thing. good at being the star, the popular one, the hero. first-rate chaser, gryffindor quidditch captain, the boy who always distracts the teacher into forgetting about the pop quiz, who's always at the center of the party, the natural born leader, the one all the girls want. it's so easy. it comes so naturally.

here's what they don't say, because they don't know, and never will:

james is nine years old when he displays his first sign of magic. old enough to overhear the slightly worried conversations when his parents think he's gone to bed, hiding behind the stairs, listening to them discuss if maybe they should think about alternate schooling options. albus is seven, and has already made his toy bike float, bubbles appear in his bedroom, and bounced painlessly down from a tree. lily, aged five, turned her healthy cereal into candy floss just the other day.

the day it finally happens -- lily steals his favorite stuffed lion, named sir wimbly, and it floats out of her hands and right back to his room -- he feels so relieved he thinks he might burst. his parents laugh, and soothe lily's crying down, and let him have an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert that night. he still doesn't really believe it until his hogwarts letter finally comes, until he's holding it in his hands.

if he's not the best at magic, it's easy to hide. he flubs spells intentionally to make the cute girl across from him laugh and his teacher only sighs because of course james potter isn't going to put effort into studying, why would he? he learns a few charms and hexes that are easy to do and plays them over and over. nobody notices. nobody's looking. nobody would expect harry potter's child to be anything less than a true, proper wizard.

he's at least good at flying. the one magical thing he actually can do properly, has loved since the first moment his mother set him upon a toy broom that only flew a few inches off the ground and let him spin around in circles in delight. he loves quidditch, loves rewatching his mum's games, loves talking about it with his dad and uncle ron, cheering on the chudley cannons through every lost match.

if he's the best player in gryffindor, nobody cares about the failed essays, the test questions he can't answer. he has something he's good at, something real, something he doesn't even really need magic for. just to get on the broom and fly, but after that, it's all him. if he's good enough at this, he doesn't have to be good at anything else.

he makes it onto the reserves in his first year. his captain tells him to cut down on the ice cream if he wants to be fit enough to make the team proper. james starts watching what he eats, determined not to be a failure in this, not to let quidditch go, because without quidditch, what does he have? his father's surname and his mother's eyes? it's not enough. he has to be better.

he gets scouted by four national teams when he graduates hogwarts. nobody says anything about the dieting, the overexercising, the excessive focus on healthy eating. nobody says anything because he looks good, because he's the best chaser gryffindor has had in years, because he's james potter. he's the golden child. he makes it look so, so easy.

the thing is, though, nobody can fake it that well for so long. nobody can be that perfect all the time. nobody says anything until it comes crashing down. that's how it always goes.

and it's hard to have everything and to keep it, when you have no idea who you really are underneath all the gilded edges.

[nextgenwotters]

Hello beautiful world out there! Is the Next Gen of Harry Potter still a thing on tumblr? Is tumblr still a thing? Let me know which accounts I should check out and follow! Let me know what you liked most about my blog. I'd like to get back in the game!

[atsatp]

“Also, Lily stole it first!”

Albus, James and Scorpius by @atsatp

[atsatp]

“Do you think he would’ve liked us?”

“Who?”

“Uncle Fred.”

“Well considering you are constantly trying your best to set this entire school on fire, yes I believe he would’ve been very proud of you.”

Roxanne and Fred II by @atsatp

[atsatp]

We feel like we haven’t been properly introduced. Our bio talks about six friends, but then there’s pictures of 1763728 people on our blog and no one seems to be the people on the profile picture…

So hi. We are ATSAT. We are a group of six friends that do cosplay together but in a bigger scale that some might expect.

This is us. From left to right you have Ramon, Camila, Michelle, Cesar, Nayla and Viviane. We first started cosplaying almost five years ago for a The Mortal Instrument contest. This was our first picture ever:

Turns out we did won the contest, and as we posted our pictures on social media people seemed to really enjoy it, more than we expected and kept asking for more.

So we gave them more.

But to only cosplay TMI ever was not enough. So we decided to invite some friends and you know, do different stuff from different books and series like

Hunger Games

Divergent

The Maze Runner

Suicide Squad

And so on so on.

And so to challenge ourselves we decided to do an even bigger photoshoot. So we invited over 25 cosplayers and photographers to join us for the Percy Jackson photoshoot, where we did pictures and little videos, working on script and casting for two month and doing a four days long shooting.

It was great.

And now, for an even bigger project, we found 50 other cosplayers for our Harry Potter photoshoot, which took an entire year to plan and will take two months to shoot.

So yeah, we are only six friends. But we invite cosplayers and our friends to join and put together an entire universe for pictures just for fun. We do editing, we do casting, we find some of the costumes and script our videos and we have this amazing team of friends to join us in this crazy idea.

And in this year we plan to go ever crazier.

If you like our work and would like to see more of it let us know and you can also follow us on our social media.

Twitter and instagram: @atsatp

Youtube: ATSAT Channel

Facebook: All the stories are true.

[atsatp]

“When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor - you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe.”

Lily Luna Potter by @atsatp

[atsatp]

“You’re just like your father.”

James, Harry and Albus Potter by @atsatp

[hchlns]

#that is a human as a rat as a cup

[fuckyeahdeathlyhallows]

That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.

[thatgirlonstage]

Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human? Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat. Take a moment.

[elidyce]

Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.

Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.

[kyraneko]

What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.

Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).

Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.

Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.

And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.

Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.

-

Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.

Scabbers had not become a teacup.

Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.

It was moving.

Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.

Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.

He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”

“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”

It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.

Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.

“Um, Professor?”

Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”

“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”

“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.

Nothing happened.

Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.

“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.

As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.

She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”

And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.

-

Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.

Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.

Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.

The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.

-

Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.

He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.

From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.

-

Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.

“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.

-

Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.

-

Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.

Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.

Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.

And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”

In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”

She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.

“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”

-

The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.

Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.

Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)

And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.

A personal record.

[wizardingheadcanon]

I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now

[pissedoffweasley]

I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced

[kitrazzle]

I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.

[avoidakedavra-deactivated201702]

THIS.

[peaceheather]

Always reblog

[stormqueen280]

This is fucking perfection. It’s fucking perfection in a single chapter fic and it would be fucking perfection in a 500,000 words, 20 chapters fic.

[nextgenwotters]

I might be back?!

Hello guys, here I am once again after more then a year without posting I guess. I recently see that there are still people interested in the whole Net Gen of the Wotters so I felt somewhat inspired to bring this blog back to life and maybe write some oneshots and so on… Is there anyone out there interested? Please please let me know! :)  

[nextgenwotters]

Also I need a few Next Gen blogs to follow so just let me know which one I should follow please!! Just reblog or send me a message! I would love to get back in touch with the fandom ❤️

[nextgenwotters]

I might be back?!

Hello guys, here I am once again after more then a year without posting I guess. I recently see that there are still people interested in the whole Net Gen of the Wotters so I felt somewhat inspired to bring this blog back to life and maybe write some oneshots and so on... Is there anyone out there interested? Please please let me know! :)  

[sparkitors]

snapchat, insta, and quidditch=games that gryffindor JUST CAN’T LOSE. 

amazing illos & hilarz captions created exclusively for SparkNotes by the awesome @sasmilledge

[mamalazzer]

SEAMUS

[nextgenwotters]

Feorge and Gred?! Made my day 😂

[wingedcorgi]

james and harry. oh and one more thing:

[alessiajontrunfio]

Promise