Greetings wizard, witches and Muggles from across the Verse.

I'm going to be serious here guys, I thought about it long and hard, and I'm going to scrap year 8. I just can't find the inspiration to finish it. So sadly, this is going to be the last chapter or New Epilogue.

I hope you enjoy it none the less.

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And now, for one last time, story time.


Houses flashed past the window as the Hogwarts Express moved on. Victoria excused herself as she had to keep order in the train, one of her duties as Prefect and Head Girl.

"We should get going." James said to Eliseo and Alice before turning to the other three, "We got people to see, things to do."

"Yeah, see you three later." Alice said, waving at them.

"Don't go do things I wouldn't do." Eliseo said, before thinking about it, "Actually if you are about to do something, and if it's something I would do, don't do it. Or at least call me." and he, James and Alice went their own way, leaving Albus, Guinevere and Rose behind.

"So..." Guinevere said, "What do we do now?"

"We need to choose who to be friends with." Rose said determent, "My mum and dad met your dad's on their first Hogwarts Express, you know..."

"Actually, uncle Harry and dad met at Diagon Ally." Guinevere pointed out.

"That's not the point!" Rose said, "We need to choose now who to be friends with for life!"

"That sounds quite scary." Albus mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

"On the contrary, it's exciting!" Rose said, "I'm a Weasley, you're a Potter and your a Kent. Everyone will want to be friends with us, we've got the pick of anyone we want."

"Not sure if I want that many friends." Guinevere said as she opens a compartment door, and the only person there was a lonely blond kid, "Anyone sitting there? Everywhere else is full." pointing at the empty seats.

The blonde boy shook his head and the three of them sat down sat down. He glanced at Guinevere and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked.

"Name's Guinevere by the way." Guinevere introduced herself, "But call me Guin."

"Albus. Al." Albus stuttered, "I'm... my name is Albus..."

"Hi Scorpius. I mean, I'm Guinevere." the boy said, obviously embarrassed, "I mean, you're Albus and you're Guinevere. I'm Scorpius. And you must be..." he turned to the ginger haired girl who's face is growing colder by the minute.

"Rose." she said, turning away from him.

"Don't mind her." Guinevere said, smiling her white teeth at the blonde boy, "She is just shy."

"T-Thanks Guinevere..." he said, a bit of red on his pale cheeks.

"Guin." she corrected him.

"Sorry, Guinevere... I mean Guin." the boy said, "Would you like some of my Fizzing Whizbees? I've also got some Shock-o-Choc, Pepper Imps, and some Jelly Slugs. Mum's idea, she says 'Sweets, they always help you make friends'... Stupid idea, probably."

"It isn't." she said, her smile making his cheeks turn red.

"I'll have some..." Albus said, "Mum doesn't let me have a lot of sweets. Which one would you start with?"

"Easy. I've always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionery bag." the boy said with a nod, "They're peppermint sweets that make you smoke at the ears."

"Well it doesn't have chocolate in it, my dad is kinda a chocolate freak." Guinevere said, having gained a bit of a distaste for chocolate over the years, "Then that's what I'll..."

"I can't believe you would accept candy from him!" Rose said suddenly, getting a confused look from Albus and Guinevere as the boy's face fell.

"Listen, I already knew who you are. So it's probably only fair you know who I am." the boy said, looking up with his grey eyes, "I am Scorpius Malfoy. My parents are Astoria and Draco Malfoy. Our parents... they didn't get on at school."

"Astoria Greengrass? Isn't Daphne Greengrass your aunt?" Guinevere said, and the boy nodded, "She comes to visit often and she always send me, Toire and Eli presents for our birthday and Christmas."

"She does talk about your father a lot when she comes over." Scorpius said with a smile, "She always claims how amazing he is, even during their time at Hogwarts."

"Yes, her dad is Clark Kent, our Headmaster." Rose suddenly cut in, "While your mum and dad are Death Eaters!"

"Dad was... But Mum wasn't." Scorpius said offended but Rose looks away, "I know what the rumor is, and it's a lie."

Guinevere looks from a confused Albus, to an uncomfortable Rose to a desperate Scorpius, "And the rumor is... what?"

"The rumor is that my parents couldn't have children." Scorpius explained, "That my father and my grandfather were so desperate for a powerful heir, to prevent the end of the Malfoy line, that they... that they used a Time-Turner to send my mother back..."

"To send her back where?" Albus asked.

"The rumor is that he's Voldemort's son." Rose suddenly said.

A horrible, uncomfortable silence followed until Guinevere threw her head back and let out a high laugh, keeping the laugh going for nearly fifteen seconds, "You serious?" she said as Scorpius looked confused at her, but with a smile of his own.

"She is right you know." Ablus said, "It's probably rubbish."

"Probably? It is rubbish!" Guinevere laughed, gesturing to Scorpius, "Come on! The prove is right there in his face! Scorpius has a nose!"

The blond boy laughs, pathetically grateful. "And it's just like my father's! I got his nose, his hair, and his name. Not that that's a great thing either." he said, "I mean... father-son issues, I have them. But, on the whole, I'd rather be a Malfoy than, you know, the son of the Dark Lord."

"You think being a Malfoy is bad? Try being a Kent." Guinevere said sympathetic, "My dad is the most powerful wizard currently alive that everyone looks up to and it's not only his example that I will have to life up to. My sister is very powerful and the smartest witch of her generation, along with being a Prefect and Head Girl and my older brother Eliseo is also very powerful, get's good marks and is one of the most populair students."

"Hey try being a Kent and a Potter!" Albus said as the three laughed, and something passes between them.

"Yes, well, we probably should sit somewhere else." Rose said suddenly, standing up and sliding the door open, "Come on, you two."

"No thanks." Guinevere said, "I'm good."

"Me too." Albus said with a nod, "You go on..."

Rose looks at them a second and then leaves the compartment, leaving Albus, Guinevere and Scorpius behind looking at each other.

"Thank you." the blonde boy said.

"I didn't stay for you." Guinevere said coldly, startling the boy by her sudden tone. She turned to look at him with a soft smile, "I stayed for your sweets."

Scorpius laughed shyly and pops two sweets into his mouth before smoke comes out of his ears. "Thank you for staying for my sweets!"


They followed a Professor with blond braided hair across the flagged stone floor. Guinevere could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right, the rest of the school must already be here as they stood in a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"I am Professor Haywood, the Potions Professor and I welcome you all to Hogwarts." Professor Haywood said, "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. Now, form a line, and follow me."

Professor Haywood led the first years up to the end of the Great Hall, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.

The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver.

Professor Haywood silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat, the sorting hat.

"I've done this job for centuries

On every student's head I've sat

Of thoughts I take inventories

For I'm the famous Sorting Hat

I've sorted high, I've sorted low,

I've done the job through thick and thin

So put me on and you will know

Which House you should be in..."

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

Professor Haywood now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." she said.

The sorting went on until finally...

"Rose Weasley!"

A tense Rose stumbles out the line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. After a moments pause...

"Better be... Gryffindor!"

The table on the far left exploded with cheers; Guinevere could see James and Eliseo shout the loudest, welcoming their family.

When Scorpius was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat almost immediately shouted, "Slytherin!"

Scorpius was expecting this, he nods and half smiles. There's cheering from the Slytherin's as he joins them.

"Albus Potter." Professor Haywood called.

She puts the hat on Albus's head and this time he seems to take longer, almost as if he too is confused.

"Slytherin!"

There's a silence, a perfect, profound silence as Albus walked to the Slytherin table until three people began to clap their hands together. Looking up, he saw that it was Headmaster Kent, sitting on the golden throne like chair in the middle of the High Table, and Professor Kent, who was smiling encouragingly to her nephew. The third one was Eliseo, giving a similar smile as his mother to his cousin.

"Albus? But this is wrong..." he heard Rose said, "This is not how it's supposed to be."

"Guinevere Kent!"

As Guinevere stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Kent, did she say?"

"The Headmaster's daughter?"

The last thing Guinevere saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the hall full of people looking at her.

It took a near full fifteen minutes before the hat finally shouted, "Better be... Gryffindor!"

Guinevere heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. She took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table, sitting next to her brother who shouted, "Good job little sis!"

She could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest her sat Hagrid, who caught her eye and gave her the thumbs up. Guinevere grinned back and waved. And there, in the center of the High Table, sat her mom and dad, who gave her a approving wink.

She turned to look over at the Slytherin table, seeing a disappointed Albus and a sad looking Scorpius looking back at her, she gave them a thumbs up and they gave her a quick smile.

Once the sorting was done, Professor Haywood rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.

Headmaster Kent got to his feet, smiling at the students, "Welcome." he said, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. I have just two words before we begin our banquet, and that is: Dig in!"

The dishes in front of hier were now piled with food. She had never seen so many things she liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup.

When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding.

Guinevere, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor Kent was talking to Headmaster Kent. Professor Haywood was talking to a Professor her sister told her was named Professor Khanna, the History of Magic Professor.

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Headmaster Kent got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.

"Just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Headmaster Kent eyes flashed in the direction of the James, Eliseo and Alice.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And now, bedtime."


They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with Professor Longbottom, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for.

At the beginning of her class, Professor Kent changed her desk into a massive wolf and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time.

After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Guinevere had accomplished to change her match into a silver and pointy needle.

At three-thirty one afternoon, Albus, Guinevere and Scorpius hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.

"Just what I always wanted." Albus said darkly, "To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of the entire class."

"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself." Guinevere said encouragingly.

"Easy for you to say." he mumbled.

Like her father, sister and brother before her, Guinevere had shown herself to be very adapt at magic, often completing casting the spell for that class on her first try or doing so before the end of the class.

Albus was the complete opposite, failing nearly all of their classes.

Twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Guinevere had heard James and Eliseo complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.

Their instructor, Madam Hooch, arrived. "Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked, "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

"Stick out your right hand over your broom." called Madam Hooch at the front, "And say 'Up'!"

"Up!" everyone shouted.

Guinevere's broom jumped into her hand at once, it was one of the few that did, like Rose. Scorpius's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Albus hadn't moved at all.

"Come on, now, I've no time for shirkers." Madam Hooch said, "Say 'UP' like you mean it."

Brooms sail up, including Scorpius, the only one left was Albus, laying unmoving on the ground.

"Up! Up!" Albus nearly begged, but his broom doesn't move. Not even a millimeter. He stares at it with disbelieving desperation. There's giggling from the rest of the class.

"Oh Merlin's beard, how humiliating!" the Ravenclaw Polly Chapman said, "He really isn't like his father at all, is he?"

"Albus Potter, the Slytherin Squib." the Gryffindor Karl Jenkins added.


At the end-of-year feast alone that night, the Great Hall was decked out in the Ravenclaw colors of blue and brons to celebrate Ravenclaw winning the house cup. A huge banner showing the Ravenclaw eagle covered the wall behind the High Table.

"Another year gone." Headmaster Kent said cheerfully, "And I must trouble you before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been, hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were. Because you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts."

"Now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Slytherin, with three hundred and fifty-two; Gryffindor has four hundred and twenty-six and Ravenclaw, four hundred and seventy-two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Ravenclaw table, Guinevere could see her older sister smile as this was her final year at Hogwarts and had managed to win the House Cup one last time.

And suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed. Notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays.

"I always hope they'll forget to give us these." Eliseo said sadly as they stepped back onto the Hogwarts Express.


Summer went by far too quickly, and just like that it was September 1st again.

On platform nine and three-quarters, the Hogwarts Express, was puffing smoke over a platform packed with witches and wizards seeing their children onto the train.

"I'm just asking you, mom, dad, if you'll..." Albus said once the trunk where loaded into the train, "If you'll just stand a little away from me."

"Second-years don't like to be seen with their parents?" Harry said amused, "Is that it?"

"No. It's just... you're you and..." Albus said, uncomfortable as people where watching them, "And I'm me and..."

"It's just people looking, okay? People look." Kara said to her son, as one of the people walked over and offered something for Harry to sign, "And they're looking at your parents, mostly your dad, not you."

"At Harry and Kara Potter and their disappointing Slytherin son..." Albus mumbled.

Just then, Eliseo came running, giving Alice a piggyback ride before tripping over his own feet. Alice fell on top of him, before they where joined in the pile by James, who tripped over them.

"I told you!" James laughed, "You couldn't carry Alice all the way to the train."

Clark come walking over, hands in his pockets, "I think he might wanted to hold her for... other reasons." he said amused helping his son and godchildren up as a whistle was blown, "Time to get onto the train, kids."

"Yeah, alright." Eliseo said, "See you at Christmas, uncle Harry, aunt Kara!" with a wave.

"See you kiddo." Harry said waving back at him.

When they where out of hearing distance, "Al, if tis is about..." Kara began to her son, sounding concerned.

"My name is Albus." he said, "Not Al."

"Are the other kids being unkind? Is that it?" Harry said worried, "Maybe if you tried making a few more friends... Without Clark, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara I wouldn't have survived Hogwarts."

"You wouldn't have survived at all." Clark noted dryly, "But Albus has a friend."

"I got Guin..." Albus said, remembering how his cousin had stayed by his side despise the bullying he got, "And I got Scorpius. I know you don't like him..."

"Look, as long as you're happy." Harry said, a bit of a sad smile on his face, "That's all that matters to me."

"You didn't need to bring me to the station." Albus said, before walking towards the train.

"Al..." a sad Kara said.

The two Potter parents walked after their youngest son, leaving a worried looking Clark behind. The Headmaster was about to follow when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw the father of his daughter's friend.

Draco Malfoy still had the same pale, pointed face and cold, gray eyes, his blond ponytail precisely placed.

"Headmaster Kent." Malfoy began, "I need a favor."

"You need a favor from me?" Clark said, with a dry chuckle, "If only you knew what irony means, Malfoy."

He was about to walk away until he heard how Malfoy said, "Kent, please..."

The way Malfoy spoke made Clark stop in his tracks, he turned around to look at the blonde. He couldn't believe how desperate Draco Malfoy sounded.

"It's about my son, these rumors." Malfoy continued, "About my son's parentage, they don't seem to be going away."

"You mean the rumor that anyone with even a hint of common sense would take with a very big pinch of salt?" Clark told him dryly, crossing his arms, "Or disregard it for the unfounded nonsense it is?"

"You know how wizards can be." Malfoy said, "The other Hogwarts students tease Scorpius about it relentlessly... The Ministry won't do anything... But if the Legendary Clark Kent would release a statement reaffirming that all Time-Turners were destroyed in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries..."

Clark said nothing for a while, his hands in his pockets as he watched the train depart from the station. Once the scarlet red train had moved out of the station and had taken the turn out of sight, it was then that Clark finally asked, "...How is Astoria doing?"

"She... hasn't been well recently." Malfoy admitted, his voice sounding pained, "That's why it's so important to Scorpius, he needs all the support he can get."

Clark let out a deep sigh, rubbing his left hand through his hair, he noted that it was starting to become long again.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do." Clark finally told him, "But let's make one thing clear, I am doing it for Scorpius and Daphne's sister, not you."

With that, he turned around to look for Fleur, but not before saying one last thing, "Wish Astoria well for me."


James, Eliseo and Alice where currently sitting in Arithmancy. With some assistance from James, Eliseo kept making attempts to make Alice laugh.

Eventually she had enough and she smacked him against the shoulder. "Shut up Eli." she said, "I am trying to focus."

"You should focus on me, Alice." Eliseo teased and to his satisfaction, her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink.

He was startled when he heard Professor Vector clear her throat, "Mr. Kent, do you have a problem with Ms. Longbottom?"

"Of course not Professor!" Eliseo said with his signature charming smile.

"Five points from Gryffindor for not paying attention." Professor Vector said, and she continued the class.

"Seems your charming smile failed tis time." James noted to his best friend.

"It never fails, Professor Vector just can't stand the fact that she likes me." Eliseo said, leaning back, "But for now, I am pedo bait for her. She is planting seeds though, and when I upgrade to boy toy at the age of sixteen, she will be ready to harvest."

"Do you live in your own world?" Alice asked, "Oh, look who I am saying it to..."


Scorpius was laying on the ground. Students all around had turned to watch, some of them had got to their feet and were edging nearer. Some looked apprehensive, others entertained.

Two fourth years, Kaven Zarel and Oscar Layland advanced on him, wands raised.

"Hows everything going, Scorpius?" Kaven said viciously, "Got any messages from papa Voldie?"

Several people watching laughed; Scorpius was trying to get up, but the jinx was still operating on him; he was struggling, as though bound by invisible ropes.

"Leave him alone!"

"What do you want Kent?" Oscar said.

Scorpius looked around to see Guinevere having forced her way through the crowd. "To stop your bullying of my friend!" Guinevere told them.

"Go away Kent, this isn't any of your bus..." but Kaven was cut off as Guinevere pulled out her wand, pointing it at them.

"Really, Kent?" Oscar said mockingly, "You think a second year can take out two fourth years?"

"Ah, Kent, don't make me hex you." Kaven said earnestly, "Your big sister isn't around anymore to help you."

"What about a big brother?"

Guinevere turned around to find Eliseo standing next to her, his wand out making Kaven and Oscar eye it warily.

"What was that about hexing my little sister?" Eliseo asked before adding theatrically, "Step right up! Step right up! Who thinks they can take on two Kent's?", noticing a few trying to draw their wands.

But those found themselves disarmed of them by a few quick Expelliarmus charms from Eliseo and Guinevere, "Anyone else? Come on, make my day." he challenged them, but quickly picking up their wands, the bullies made a break for it.

"That's what I thought!" Eliseo shouted, walking over to Scorpius as the body-binding spell was removed from him, offering his free hand, "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah." Scorpius said, accepting his hand and being pulled back to his feet, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Eliseo said, putting his wand away, turning around, "If they ever do tis again, come find me." and he walked away.


During a particular potion class, they were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Albus, Guinevere and Scorpius set up their cauldron's next to each other, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table.

Scorpius looked in amazement as Guinevere at how quick she skinned her shrivelfig, he smiled broadly when she offered to skin his shrivelfig as well.

"There is something I don't understand about you Guin." Scorpius said, "Why do you hang out with me and Albus?"

"Because Al is my cousin and your my friend?" she said, not really understanding the question, "Do I need another reason?"

"You see me as a friend?" Scorpius said, a bit surprised but happy, "But why would you want to? Your pretty, populair and pretty populair... I think people expect you to have cooler friends."

"You and Albus are cool." she said, smiling at the blonde boy again, who returned the gesture, "Call me vain, but I also keeping being friends with you because you keep mentioning I'm pretty."

The two second years smiled at each other.


During one of the free periods the fourth years had, James and Eliseo wanted to go take their brooms out on this nice sunny day and practice their Quidditch skills.

The duo where on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. James, like his paternal grandfather was playing the position of a chaser and Eliseo, like his paternal grandmother, played the position of seeker.

But on insistence from Alice, who had dragged the two boys with her, they went to the library.

"Why would we do that?" James complained once they where seated, "I don't even study."

Apparently the Longbottom child intended for them to catch up with their homework, much to James and Eliseo's annoyance.

"You should." Alice said sternly, "Education is important."

"The 200% on last years exam would beg to disagree." James said, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, intending to get some sleep.

"Hey Alice." Eliseo said with a sheepish grin, "Can I see your Arithmancy notes?"

"Why should I do that?" she asked with a raised blond eyebrow.

"Obviously because you love me." he said with a smirk, "Or I can annoy you until you give in. Your choice."

Alice let out a deep sigh, "Fine." she said, opening her briefcase and picking her Arithmancy notebook from it, "You should pay attention in class though, Eli. Instead of staring at me."

"But your much better looking than Professor Vector." Eliseo said, reading through her notes.

"I don't know cousin." James said with a grin, "She is a pretty good looking woman. You said so yourself."

"True to that, cousin." Eliseo agreed, "Can't wait until I am sixteen."

"Enough about you hormonal boys lusting after our Professor! She is on the wrong side of forty!" Alice protested in annoyance, "And we all know Professor Haywood is much better looking."

At this the trio of friend shared a laugh.


During the last few weeks of the year, Albus and Scorpius entered the Great Hall for breakfast at exactly the same moment as the post owls on Monday morning. Across the hall, they saw Guinevere gave the delivery owl a Knut and unfolded the newspaper.

Scorpius meanwhile helped himself to orange juice; when a owl landed with a thud in front of him.

Removing his orange juice from underneath its beak and leaning forwards to see the recipient's name and address:

Scorpius Malfoy

Great Hall

Hogwarts School

Frowning, he made to take the letter from the owl, but before he could do so, three, four, five more owls had fluttered down beside it and were jockeying for position, treading in the butter and knocking over the salt as each one attempted to give him their letter first.

"What's going on?" Albus asked in amazement, as the whole of Slytherin table leaned forwards to watch and another seven owls landed amongst the first ones, screeching, hooting and flapping their wings.

"Scorpius." Guinevere said, coming over to the table Daily Prophet in hand, "You might want to read tis first."

Scorpius took the newspaper. He saw Headmaster Kent, looking serious at him from the front cover. In large black letters across this picture were the words:

A Kent defends a Malfoy:

The rumors of Voldemort's child are wrong.

I have heard about these rumors going around, about Scorpius Malfoy being the son of Lord Voldemort, fathered through the use of a Time Turner.

His father, Draco Malfoy, and I have our own beef and I know that. But since the events of the Second War, Draco Malfoy has turned over a new leaf. He has renounced his Death Eater nature, for real unlike his father Lucious Malfoy, has married someone who wasn't a pureblood bigot, and raised a kind son.

The Second War also claimed a lot of lives and souls, and for better or for worse Draco Malfoy has evaded most of the consequences of enabling a murderous regime, even if he was just a child at the time.

Yes, it might have been better if Draco Malfoy had truly made amends for all of his actions, like the whole poisoning and cursing two students, and being involved with Umbridge.

And I understand that due to Draco Malfoy's list of transgressions, and what his father did, the odds are stacked against people believing Draco Malfoy has truly reformed or that Scorpius is a good kid.

But the only things that give the theory that Voldemort is Scorpius father any kind of credibility is a rumor that Scorpius's father, Draco Malfoy, might have been infertile, and the Malfoys disappearing from public life in the months prior to Scorpius's birth, which is owed to the poor health of Scorpius's mother, Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass.

You would expect anyone with even a hint of common sense to either take tis theory with a big pinch of salt, or disregard it for the unfounded nonsense it is.

Also there is prove right there in Scorpius face. He has a nose for example.

Interview continues on page 5.

"It's good, isn't it?" Guinevere said now sitting herself on to the bench between Albus and Scorpius, "I think these are letters from readers." she gestured to the owls.

"Scorpius, do you mind?..." Albus said.

"Help yourself." Scorpius said, feeling slightly bemused.

Albus and Scorpius both started ripping open envelopes.

"Hey she says she believes uncle Clark!" Albus said slowly scanning a long letter from a witch in Paisley.

"Here's another one dad convinced, Scorpius!" Guinevere said excitedly, "Having read Clark Kent's take on the rumors, I am forced to the conclusion that you have been treated very unfairly..."

"Tis one says Clark has got her converted." Albus said.

"Is there something Headmaster Kent can't do? Scorpius said relieved, looking at the High Table, where the Headmaster was sitting with Professor Kent. When their eyes met, Headmaster Kent gave him a small wink before continuing his conversation with his wife.


It was the end of another school year, Clark and Fleur where waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive with their children.

The two where holding hands, just like they would do back when he was still attending Hogwarts. Even after all these years, the dup where still very much in love.

Hearing a cough behind them, the married couple turned around to see Draco Malfoy and a pretty woman shoulder length blonde hair and the same ice blue eyes which had a surprising hint of kindness to them. She looked a lot like her sister, so he could only assume that this was his wife, Astoria Malfoy.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster." Astoria said pleasantly, "We never formally met."

"Which is a bit weird Mrs. Malfoy." Clark said, shaking hands with her, "Though Daphne talked about you a lot, only good things, I assure you."

"My sister talks a great deal about you as well." Astoria said, still smiling, "I just wanted to thank you, Headmaster. For what you did for Scorpius."

"Yes well..." Clark said, a bit embarrassed as his wife gave him an knowing smile as she crossed her arms.

"We can't thank you enough." Draco said, sounding honestly thankful for what his old school rival had done.

"Yeah, whatever." Clark said immediately as they watched the Hogwarts Express pull into the station, "Just remember, I didn't do it for you."


Over the summer, Clark Apparated onto the highly polished, dark wood floor inside the very long and splendid hall which was the Ministry of Magic one morning.

The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that kept moving and changing like some enormous heavenly noticeboard. The wall's on each side were paneled in shiny dark stone and had many gilded fireplaces set into them. Every few seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft whoosh; on the right-hand side, short queues were forming before each fireplace, waiting to depart.

Halfway down the hall was a fountain. A group of golden statues, larger than life-size, stood in the middle of a circular pool. Tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

Glittering jets of water were flying from the ends of the two wands, the point of the centaur's arrow, the tip of the goblin's hat, and each of the house-elf's ears, so that the tinkling hiss of falling water was added to the pops and cracks of the Apparators and the clatter of footsteps as hundreds of witches and wizards, most of whom were wearing glum, early-morning looks, strode towards a set of golden gates at the far end of the hall.

Clark joined the throng, wending his way between the Ministry workers, some of whom were carrying tottering piles of parchment, others battered briefcases, still others were reading the Daily Prophet while they walked.

Clark went through the golden gates and into the smaller hall beyond, where at least twenty lifts stood behind wrought golden grilles. He joined the crowd around one of them. Nearby, stood a familiar face to him. Cedric Diggory now sported a bearded.

He was also holding a large cardboard box which was emitting rasping noises.

"All right, Clark?" Cedric said.

Nodding at him, Clark looked at the box, "What you got there Cedric?" he asked.

"We are not entirely sure." Cedric said, "We thought it was just a cat until it spread tentacles out of its mouth."

With a great jangling and clattering a lift descended in front of them; the golden grille slid back Clark and Cedric stepped into the lift with the rest of the crowd.

"So how is the family?" Clark said, making small conversation as the grilles slid shut with a crash and the lift ascended slowly, chains rattling,

"We are doing well. Nat and me are still discussing where we are going to send Ivan." Cedric said, "She wants him to go to Durmstrang, but I want him to attend Hogwarts. I heard they have a pretty great Headmaster."

"I heard he is one of the best." Clark said with a grin.

A cool female voice rang out, "Level Seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club and Ludicrous Patents Office."

The lift doors opened; Clark glimpsed an untidy-looking corridor, with various posters of Quidditch teams tacked lopsidedly on the walls. One of the wizards in the lift, who was carrying an armful of broomsticks, extricated himself with difficulty and disappeared down the corridor.

The doors closed, the lift juddered upwards again and the woman's voice announced:

"Level Six, Department of Magical Transportation, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office, and Apparation Test Center."

Once again the lift doors opened and four or five witches and wizards got out; at the same time, several paper aeroplanes swooped into the lift.

"While I have your ear, Nat wanted to invite you and the family for dinner." Cedric said as they clattered upwards again the memos flapped around the lamp swaying from the lift's ceiling.

"Is Natasha making coulibiac again?" Clark asked.

"Level Five, Department of International Magical Cooperation, incorporating the International Magical Trading Standards Body, the International Magical Office of Law and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats."

When the doors opened, two of the memos zoomed out with a few more of the witches and wizards, but several more memos zoomed in, so that the light from the lamp flickered and flashed overhead as they darted around it.

"I can ask her." Cedric said with a grin, "Though I thought Eliseo didn't like it."

"Does it look like I care if he likes it or not?" Clark asked, "I want that coulibiac!"

"Level Four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pest Advisory Bureau."

"This is my stop. I will send you an owl about the date." Cedric said, he left the lift pursued by a little flock of memos. The doors clanged shut yet again.

"Level Three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters, and Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee."

Everybody left the lift on this floor except Clark and a witch who was reading an extremely long piece of parchment that was trailing on the floor. The remaining memos continued to soar around the lamp as the lift juddered upwards again, then the doors opened and the voice made its announcement.

"Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services."

Clark followed the witch out of the lift into a corridor lined with doors. He turned a corner, walked through a pair of heavy oak doors and emerged in a cluttered open area divided into cubicles, which was buzzing with talk and laughter. Memos were zooming in and out of cubicles like miniature rockets.

A lopsided sign on the nearest cubicle read: 'Auror Headquarters'

The Aurors had covered their cubicle walls with everything from pictures of wanted wizards and photographs of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams and articles from the Daily Prophet.

Knowing his way pretty well by now, he walked through a second set of oak doors, into another passage, turned right, marched along another corridor, until he stood in front a door with a shiny plague reading: 'Harry Potter, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement'

Opening the door as quietly as possible, he peeked in to see Harry sitting at his desk, slowly working through all his paperwork.

Seeing as Harry didn't had spotted him yet, Clark stepped into the office before loudly slamming the door.

A startled Harry looked up, sighing in relief when he saw a smirking Clark leaning against the door frame, "Mr. Potter." he said, startling his best friend.

"Almost gave me a heart attack..." Harry said, standing up and meeting Clark half-way and gave his brother-in-law a hug, "What did I told you about walking into my office unannounced?"

"Honestly, I was pretty traumatized at that moment... I did witness the moment Lily was conceived." Clark said as they walked towards Harry's desk, "I see you are on top of your paperwork."

"Turns out I'm not." Harry said sheepishly, "I really need you or Hermione for that."

"Glad somethings never change." he said with a laugh, "Anyway, how's everyone at home?"

"It seems I'm as good at fatherhood as I am at paperwork... I am so happy I have Kara." Harry sighed, "How's Fleur? How are the kids?"

"Everyone is doing fine as well." Clark said, "Don't have to tell you how Toire is doing." he added with a hint of pride to his voice.

"Look at you! The Girl of Steel's prideful father. Don't look at me that's how the Auror trainers call her." Harry teased his best friend, "Believe me, she was born to be a Auror."

"Well, she always looked up to her favorite uncle and Godfather." he said back with a smile, "When asked what she wanted to become growing up, 'papa, when I grow up. I want to be just like uncle Harry'."

"I remember that!... I think in a few years, I will be working for her!" Harry laughed, looking at the clock on the wall, "We have time until the meeting. Want to go see how the training goes?"

"Sure." Clark said as he two stepped out of the office.

"Great, let's get going." Harry said, walking to the door, "Just make sure you don't go all papa wolf because your baby girl is dueling."

"I am never going to live that down, aren't I?" Clark said with a grin as they stepped out of Harry's office.


They turned a corner, walked through a pair of heavy oak doors and emerged in a cluttered open area with some sort of pit down below, where seasoned Auror's instructors were watching over the training of the newest recruits.

Victoire wasn't difficult to spot, her long silver blonde hair tied back into a ponytail stood out as she was ducking under jets of light.

It seemed this training was a sort of free for all. A group of them tried to be smart and ganged up on Victoire, but she was really her father's daughter.

Keeping a cool head, she continued to move, throwing up a Shield Charm when she could but never standing too long in one place as she returned stunning spells.

Her opponents began to drop like flies. Victoire side steps one last jet of red light, whipping her wand upwards launched him backwards and knocking the recruit back several steps.

The training session was called to an end, the recruits where being revived with Rennervate or the general counter-spell. Once recovered, the recruits stood at attention as the instructor stood in front of them.

"I want all of you to take a look at Kent!" the instructor shouted, "If all of you give forty percent of what she gives, then you might all pass."

They where all dismissed, but their attention was called to the walkway above them when Clark shouted, "Yeah! That's my baby girl!".

"Oh, dad..." Victoire said, with an embarrassed as she rubbed the back of her head.


It was early in the evening at the Kent Summer home, where Clark and Fleur had moved to when Eliseo had been born, their previous home, Homme D'acier had become too small for the growing family.

In the sitting room, Fawkes was sitting on his golden perch as the Kent, Weasley, the Potter and the Longbottom family along with Sirius, Elizabeth, Teddy and Tonks where already there.

Two banners, one scarlet and one blue, was hung from the ceiling above the heavily laden table.

The red banner read, 'Congratulations Eliseo! New Gryffindor Prefect!'.

The blue one read, 'Congratulations Alice! New Ravenclaw Prefect!'.

"Third prefect in the family." Elizabeth said fondly, ruffling Eliseo's hair.

"Well, I think a toast is in order." Sirius said, when everyone had a drink. He raised his goblet, "To Eliseo and Alice, the new prefects!"

Eliseo and Alice beamed as everyone drank to them, and then applauded.

"I was never a prefect myself." Tonks said brightly as she talked with Teddy and Victoire, who was standing next to each other, "Professor Sprout said I lacked certain necessary qualities, and Penny was a much better choice anyway."

"Like what qualities?" Victoire said, holding a butterbeer.

"Like the ability to behave myself." Tonk said, "But Sky always said it was one of my best qualities."

Victoire laughed; Teddy looked as though he did not know whether to smile or not and compromised by taking an extra large gulp of Butterbeer and choking on it.

"What about you, grandpa?" Victoire asked, thumping her boyfriend on the back.

Sirius, who was right beside Harry and Lily, let out his usual bark-like laugh. "No one would have made me a prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James and Liz." he said, "Remus and Margaret got the badge."

"So she was the first Prefect in the family." Lily said.

"I think Dumbledore might have hoped that Remus would be able to exercise some control over his best friends or Margaret over her sister..." Elizabeth said, "And they both failed miserable at that."

"What about you uncle Clark?" James asked, "You where one right?"

Silence followed until Clark threw his head back and let out a high laugh, keeping the laugh going for nearly fifteen seconds, "You serious?"

"No, I am Sirius." Sirius said with a cheeky grin.

"Not funny Padfoot." Elizabeth said.

"I know Ethelwulf." he admitted, "It was hilarious!"

"Really though, who in their right mind would make Clark a Prefect?" Kara teased with a smile, "That would have just giving him more power to get away with murder."

"Probably the same person who would make me a Prefect." Ron laughed.

"Uncle Clark wouldn't kill anyone." Hugo said, turning to him, "Right?"

"You wouldn't know because I wouldn't be convicted." Clark said with a laugh.

Though not remotely hungry, Albus stood at the table, Guin next to him.

"Everything alright?" Guin asked.

"Yes." Albus said, "How are Prefects chosen actually?"

"Well, mum said the Head of House nominates students they would like to be their house Prefects and the Headmaster simply approves or disapproves tis." Guin explained, "So chances are big that dad didn't even look who they made Prefect."

"You think?" Albus said with a small smile, turning to the direction of his uncle.

To his side, Rose was talking with her mother, asking about her time at Hogwarts.

"...My first real boyfriend wasn't the same as who gave me my first kiss." Hermione explained, "My first kiss was with Viktor Krum as for my first real boyfriend..."

She exchanged a meaningful look with Clark, who shot her a grin.

Picking up on the hints and how her aunt and father where looking at each other, Guinevere turned to Rose who gave her a slight glare.

"Don't you dare Guin..." Rose whispered.

"My dad shagged your mum." Guin sing-song voice with a devious grin, "In some weird alternative universe, we are sisters."

"Ah, there is some Eli in you after all." Albus noted, "That's his grin."

"Uncle Clark did not..." Rose protested, turning to Clark, "Please tell them."

"Alright fine. But I have to warn you, it get's graphic." Clark said, much to the horror of his children, nieces and nephews, "At least Hermione doesn't scream like a phoenix being murdered... Unlike someone else.", eying his wife.

"At least I never screamed my own name during orgasm." Fleur said dryly to her husband.

Near the food table, Eliseo was talking with Tonks, Teddy and Victoire as he tore a strip off the chicken wing with his theet.

"...There is tis copy of Advanced Potions Making in the Hogwarts library." he said, "On page fifteen someone wrote, 'Tonks does a great trick with her tongue downstairs. It's the only time she shuts up. Love T.K.'."

"Wait, what?" Teddy said, almost chocking on his butterbeer again, "You made that up right?"

"Actually..." Albus said, "I have seen it too."

Tonks turned their heads away from them, whispering under her breath, "Tulip, you bitch!"


The Entrance Hall was ablaze with torches and echoing with footsteps as the students crossed the flagged stone floor for the double doors to the right, leading to the Great Hall and the start-of-term feast.

The four long house tables in the Great Hall were filling up under the starless black ceiling, which was just like the sky they could glimpse through the high windows. Candles floated in midair all along the tables, illuminating the silvery ghosts who were dotted about the Hall and the faces of the students talking eagerly, exchanging summer news, shouting greetings at friends from other houses, eying one another's new haircuts and robes.

Again, Albus noticed people putting their heads together to whisper as he passed; he gritted his teeth and tried to act as though he neither noticed nor cared.

Guinevere walked with James, Eliseo and Rose walked towards the Gryffindor table and Alice drifted away from them to the Ravenclaw table. Albus and Scorpius went to the Slytherin table, finding seats together about halfway down the table.

The buzz of talk in the Great Hall faded away. The first-years lined up in front of the staff table facing the rest of the students, and Professor Kent placed the stool carefully in front of them, then stood back.

The first-years faces glowed palely in the candlelight. Lily and Hugo right in the middle of the row looked as though they were trembling.

Guinevere recalled, fleetingly, how terrified she had felt when she had stood there, waiting for the unknown test that would determine to which house she belonged.

The whole school waited with bated breath. Then the rip near the hat's brim opened wide like a mouth and the Sorting Hat burst into song:

Are you afraid of what you'll hear?

Afraid I'll speak the name you fear?

Not Slytherin! Not Gryffindor!

Not Hufflepuff! Not Ravenclaw!

Don't worry, child, I know my job,

You'll learn to laugh, if first you sob.

The Hat became motionless once more; applause broke out. Professor Kent, who was waiting to read out the list of first-years' names, was giving the whispering students the sort of look that scorches.

Professor Kent lowered her eyes to her long piece of parchment and called out the first name.

The sorting went on, placing the first-years in their house until she called, "Lily Potter."

The terrified-looking girl stumbled forwards and put the Hat on her head. The Hat considered for a moment, then the rip near the brim opened again and shouted:

"Gryffindor!"

Guinevere clapped loudly with the rest of Gryffindor house as Lily let out a happy, "Yes!" before running down to the table, sitting between her niece and cousin smiling brightly.

"Great..." Albus said disappointed, leaning his head on the Slytherin table.

"Did you really think she'd come to us?" Scorpius asked, "Potters don't belong in Slytherin."

"This one does." Albus mumbled, as Hugo was sorted into the the Gryffindor house as well, "And the paternal family on my mum's side was nearly always placed in Slytherin, except granpa Sirius."

He looks up at the High Table, watching his uncle cheer loudly for his niece getting into his old house as well.

At the end of the feast, there was a great clattering and banging all around them, everyone was standing up ready to leave the Hall. Lily jumped up, looking flustered.

"Eli, your supposed to show the first-years where to go!"

"I do?" Eliseo said surprised, looking down at his uniform to spot the Prefect Badge, he had obviously forgotten, "Oh, right. Hey hobbits!"

"Eli, you can't call them hobbits!" Guinevere scolded him.

"Why not?" James said, "They are are very tiny."

"First years, tis way!" Eliseo said, commandingly along the table.

The group of new students walked shyly up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, with Lily leading the group.

"See you later." James said as he lead the first years out of the Great Hall.


Time moved on, and soon it was the Christmas Holiday, and the celebrations would be held this year at the Potter House in Godric's Hollow.

After the marriage between Harry and Kara, the two moved to the little town where Harry's parents once lived, hoping to make new memories as they built a house on the outskirts of the town.

The Potter's and their guests which included the Kent's, Weasley's, the Longbottom's, Sirius, Elizabeth, Tonks and Ted.

They where sitting in the dining room, which Victoire and Lily had decorated so lavishly that it was rather like sitting in a paper-chain explosion.

Everybody was wearing their finest clothes, as they ate from the fat, roasted turkey, mountains of roast and boiled potatoes, platters of chipolatas, tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table.

Albus pulled a wizard cracker with Eliseo and it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice.

Guinevere watched her father getting redder and redder in the face as they continued to drink Firewisky, sitting next to Ted, finally kissing Tonks on the cheek, who, to Guinevere's amazement, giggled and blushed.

"Eli, Guin!" Clark shouted, "Come drink something with your old man!", knowing exactly the sort of reaction that'll get him.

"With Merlin as my witness, I will murder you with my bare hands if you try to give my children hard liquor!" Fleur shouted, knowing he's joking but this was her way of playing along.

"Alright, fine." Clark said, throwing up his arms, "Just beer, then?"

"Hilarious. Ever the charmer, Mr. Kent." Fleur remarks dryly, "So quick witted. With that sharp tongue of yours, you'd make quite a lawyer."

There was a knock on the door, Harry and Kara looked at each other in surprise, not sure who would be arriving so late.

"I think it's the special guests." Clark said, raising out of his chair, "Don't worry, I got it."

"Clark, maybe you should sit down..." Elizabeth advices him.

"You can't tell me what to do!" he said, turning to her, "I am thirty eight mom!" and he continues to stumbling out of the dinning room.

Elizabeth got a bit of a small smile on her face when she realized what he had called her.

Moments later, they heard the door open and soon Clark returned accompanied by two others. One of them was Scorpius, wearing a sheepish smile on his face. The other was a taller blonde woman with icy blue eyes and long blonde hair. "How's it going people?" Daphne Greengrass said cheerfully, waving at everyone.

"Hello." Scorpius said nervously to all the faces looking at him, doing his best to ignore the glare Rose was giving him, "Merry Christmas."

"You must forgive this intrusion." Daphne said to Harry and Kara, when the two went around to shake hand with everyone, "But Clark invited us for desert if we had time."

"It's no problem Daphne." Harry said, drawing up two more chairs, and the gathered families continue to eat.

When Albus finally left the table, the gathered families spent a happy evening by the fire in the living room, where from Clark's cooking talents, plates of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, stood on a nearby table.

There was still talking among the group, but Albus was content with watching Eliseo chase James and Alice all over the sitting room because they'd stolen his Prefect badge.

"You alright, Al?" Scorpius said, sitting next to his friend on the couch.

"I am fine..." Albus said, "Not sure who invited you here."

"I think it was something your uncle and my aunt planned." Scorpius said, with a smile, turning to his aunt, who was talking with Clark, Victoire and Guinevere, "I'm just happy the Headmaster wanted me to come over. It's nice getting a chance to talk to Guin instead of writing her over the holidays."

"You and Guin have been writing? Why?" Albus said a bit suspicious, with a raised eyebrow.

"Aside from us being friends?" Scorpius asked, avoiding the eyes of his best friend, "I think she's brilliant, brave, and beautiful."

"Yeah... perfect Guin..." Albus mumbled annoyed, "So you fancy her?"

"I-I don't know. Maybe?" Scorpius said, feeling a cold shiver.

Looking around the room, he spotted Victoire shooting a glare at her with her grey eyes. She only turned away from him when Kara entered the room with Lily, holding up a thick album.

"I think she heard you." Albus said, with a slight smirk, "If you thought Clark was bad, you haven't seen how protective Toire can be of her siblings."

"I'm dead..." Scorpius mumbled.

"Found it!" Kara declared, "The photo album of Hogwarts Years 1991 to 1997!"

A few guests gathered around her when she sat down on the sofa, as she showed off the photo's to her children, nieces and nephews.

"Nice hair dad." Victoire teased, pointing to a picture of her father and her aunt at the age of fourteen. It was the time that his hair was long enough that his right eye was covered, giving him his famous emo hair.

"Hey, it was in style back then." Clark protested amused, looking at the picture, "My glorious emo hair." he added almost nostalgically.

"Yeah, it reached a level of emo that hasn't been seen since." Fleur agreed, "It was the hair I fell in love with."

Daphne laughed, pointing at a photo of a younger her and Clark during their sixth year, sitting at the lake with Hogwarts in the distance on a warm sunny summer day, "Now that is a rare photo." she said, "Our favorite future Headmaster attempting to smile."

"Uncle Clark really couldn't smile back then?" Lily asked.

"Well your uncle had only three moods back then." Sirius noted, "Sleepy, hungry and indifferent."

"You forget the fourth. Which is angry. I got angry a lot too." Clark laughed, "What can I say? I can defeat a dragon, I could Apparate on the first try, I can master complicated spells and charms in the time it takes people to tie their shoes, but human emotions are very hard to master! At least for me."

Eliseo finally managed to catch James, tackling him to the ground. The two boys wrestle with each other, until finally Eliseo pinned James on the ground.

"Got you son of a Banshee!... Sorry aunt Kara!" Eliseo said while panting, "Tis is where you belong! Pinned under me."

"That came out wrong, Eli." James laughed, looking up at his cousin and best friend.

"The friendship between boys..." Alice said with a giggle, "It almost makes me jealous."

"I always imagined me marrying James and you." Eliseo said, though they weren't sure if he was joking or not.

"You can't marry James." Neville said, "Your cousins."

"That has never been a problem in this family before." James pointed out.

"He's not wrong..." Sirius admitted a bit embarrassed about the tangled mess that is the Black family tree.

The duo of fifth years stood up, with a smile James turned to Alice, "What do you say Alice Pandora Longbottom?" he asked, dramatically holding out his hand.

With a grin, Eliseo made the same movement, holding out his hand as well, "Want to become Alice Pandora Potter Kent?"

Accepting both hands, Alice pulled the two to her side, "Of course, I want you two to become part of my harem. Think how beautiful our children will be!" Alice said with a smile, "But why Potter Kent?"

"It sounded better than Kent Potter?" Eliseo said with a shrug, "I don't know."

"I am not sure how much I like you two marrying my daughter." Neville said, rubbing the back of his head.

"But papa!" James, Eliseo and Alice said dramatically at the same time, as the rest laughed at the three's antic's.

Scorpius laughed too standing next to Guinevere, being surprised that nearly everyone was so welcoming to him. He heard a soft giggle, once again he got a shiver, but a much more positive one.

Looking to his side, he saw Guinevere looking at him and more importantly to him, smiling.

"You should do that more often." she whispered to him.

"What?" he said a bit confused.

"Smile. You should smile more." she continued to whisper, "If you did that more often... You would be a pretty cool bloke."

His pale face heated up at her compliment as the evening continued.


Clark was sitting in his bed, holding a opened book in his hands. Fleur stepped into the bedroom, already wearing her nightdress.

"Still reading that?" she said, getting in bed next to him.

"It's pretty good." Clark said, finishing the book again and closing it, "It helps me realize something."

"What is that?"

"How even a strange, unsociable, orphan can end up with a great life like mine." he said, turning to his wife, "You know how fairy tales always end with a happy ending? Well, you are mine."

He placed his lips against hers, their mouths moved in sync and taking advantage of this to explore the inside of her mouth, as he placed the book on the night stand.

The title of the book read 'The Potter And Kent Chronicles'.

Fin.


And that's it. The final chapter, hope you enjoyed the story.

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