Nymphadora Tonks fussed over her tall and beautiful son, Theseus Rigel Tonks-Black. The boy stood tall and proud on Platform Nine and threequarters. Dora so proud of her son. He was the fifth year prefect of Slytherin House and a favourite of Horace Slughorn, the current and very popular Headmaster of Hogwarts. Theseus' fourteen year old cousin and adopted brother, Dionysus Potter, smirked behind him as the elder boy was thoroughly embarrassed by his pink hared mother's antics. Theseus himself was also a metamorphmagus, but chose to stick to looking like his great-great-grandfather, with Dark Hair and grey-blue eyes, every inch a proper Black.

Ginerva, the Lady Potter, and her husband, Lord Harry Potter-Black stood with eleven year old Agamemnon Potter, who was about to start his first year at Hogwarts. It was a certainty he like his brothers would be in Slytherin. Both Potter's would miss the happy and much loved youngest child, who was bright, naughty and handsome. The younger Potter boy rand to see his cousin Fabian who stood with his parents George and Angelina Weasley.

Theseus, like Dionysus and Agamemnon lived with Harry only spending occasional weekends and Christmas with their mothers. In truth all the boys were closer to their uncles Fred and George than they were to their own mothers. Ginny, like Tonks, preferring to live and work, independently. The two women worked as a team in the political arena, becoming close over the years. The two women were a formidable political players, now presiding over the Wizengamot, which embraced the ideals of justice, fairness and tradition. There was no Greater Good or Pure Blood Prejudice anymore. Magic protected its own, within the International Statute of Secrecy. Dora and Ginny had become close for the sake of their children, their brood were raised as brothers. Both women would protect poor Harry with all their might, so would Harry's sons.

In the shadows of the concourse, Remus Lupin watched what should have been his wife cry about missing her baby boy, the son he had never met, but who looked every inch a Black. So like Sirius it hurt the werewolves heart.

Harry watched as the red steam train leave, taking his three sons away. He looked at Ginny, who like himself was feeling the full weight of no children to act as the centre of their chaotic lives.

"I think a holiday in Amalfi is required. If the fates are kind, this time I will have a little girl." Ginny stated, as it was her choice and her choice alone to bare children beyond a single heir required by that contract.

"Will you be spending the full nine months there?" Harry asked, thinking Christmas in Italy would be a pleasant change.

"Oh, yes. I think I may invite my mother. If only to shock her cold black heart when I bed every available young stallion. Thinking of that maybe you too should indulge yourself in some meaningless sex. You are free to take a lover."

"Maybe, Theseus is most insistent I try and be happy now I am home alone."

Dora then sighed, "All of us in search of love. I just wish I could loose the shadow. You would think the wolf would at least write or talk to his son."

Harry wondered on the traitor, Lupin. Now friendless, homeless and a vagabond. The Order of the Phoenix reduced to a small footnote in history, with Dumbledore thought of as another Dark Lord. The most telling accounts written about Voldemort reduced to an insane shade by the misuse of dark magic, a warning to all who wished to pursue the trick of immortality. The price of immortality was always a heavy burden to carry, in then end those gifted were driven into self imposed exile to protect themselves. Living, but never part of humanity, never truly alive. Just like the words of the Prophecy Dumbledore had twisted to his own purpose.

"I think I will fully enjoy a holiday in Amalfi myself. I fear, Ginerva we may be both chasing the same young stallions. Though I am not after a quick coupling, but friendship." Harry would even retreat to live fully as a muggle for a chance at happiness.

"We are a strange family, us three. I think I got the best deal, no husband but still a matriarch. Lupin did me a favour by leaving me high and dry. My mother still tries to contact me, but she forgets she rejected me when I needed her most and now I'm a Black and she's still a blood traitor." Dora had been saved by the mere fact she had broken faith with Dumbledore over his treatment of Harry. It had been Dora that had sent Dobby and Hedwig to him. Her actions had saved him from starvation.

Harry shrugged, he had never had the displeasure of Andromeda's company. The worst fate for any woman was to be estranged from their family. Ginny was still cold toward her own mother and barely civil to her brothers, who assumed she was a bad mother, by letting Harry raise their children. Ginny had always been closest to Bill, her eldest brother, but she could not stand his wife, the Veela bitch, Phlegm.

Ginny noted the lost look in Harry's eyes. All three of them estranged from their own families.

Harry could almost smirk, he could easily guess Ginny's line of thought. He gave out the image of a poor lost soul and she believed it. He knew Dora thought him the strongest survivor she knew. She had learned to keep up masks after the betrayals that had rocked her world. She and Harry akin on that.

The whole set up of his current mask was to hide the true long term plans, Harry had woven. Voldemort himself had gifted Harry the Peverell ring, magic itself had passed the Elder Wand from Dumbledore to Snape, on the Potion Master's betrayal of the late Headmaster. The Potion's master had never known about the true nature of that wand he had won with an Expelliarmus. Many still believed Snape was happily living and working abroad. Papers occasionally were published in his name, but Snape was being kept alive by Kreacher in the hidden cellars beneath Grimmauld Place. Harry had disarmed the man, before the birth of Dionysus, imprisoning him in a dark hell hole in a room with rune stones inscribed with a rune sequence erecting nightmare inducing wards. Day and Night, Snape was tormented by the lovely Lily Evans.

Harry had achieved what Dumbledore, Gindelwald and Voldemort had both failed to do and he was happy to leave the wizarding world behind once his children were grown. Ginny's death in the next few weeks would be caused by that contract, when the muggle impregnating her would accidentally use the wrong sperm. He was prepared to play the part of shocked and grieving widower. Dionysus now had the Cloak of Invisibility, as Potter family tradition passed it to the eleven year old heir. Harry had been the holder of all three Hallows by right of Magic. He was Master of Death and would only pass when he was ready to for the next great adventure. For the last few years he had used glamours to hide the fact he still looked eighteen.

The Hallows would pass down through his sons, until the next time the items would unite. He had no need now for an unbeatable wand, the Death Stick reduced to an heirloom for House Black, to honour the sacrifice of Regulus Black, an polished daily by Kreacher in the Black Family Library. The Peverell ring would be given to Agamemnon on his majority, with the knowledge it was a dark artefact owned by Voldemort, himself and a spoil of war. No, soon he would be free of his wife. On his youngest son's graduation he would cast aside his glamours and reinvent himself. He could not wait for that day.