A/N: For those familiar with this series, this is mostly the same drill: following along with the Potter family and into the third generation! This will be slightly more Harry-centric (as in grandpa!Harry) and... there might be some other fun old rivalries and relationships crop up. There is also a large cast and for new readers, I have tried to keep this as independent as possible, meaning in theory could read this without reading the previous stories. However this one is going to be VERY difficult to do in this one without the writing becoming cluttered. As a result, I would suggest that you read the one right before this Albus Potter and the American, which will give you the overview of all these characters and their relationships.

If interested in the whole deal, it goes in the following order:

Ginny Potter and Hell's Portal
Gypsy Child
The Empty Crib
Albus Potter and the American
Foresight

All can be found on my author page.

Last, I was recently told remembering whose kids are whose was getting tricky, so I thought I'd lay it out here to be helpful. These are the two main families pulled in. Other characters are generally OCs without any specific known lineage from the books.

Harry and Ginny Potter
James (married to O/C Imogen)
Andreas
Trina
Fritz (not in story)
Albus (married to OC Emily)
Arthur
Ivy
Lily (married to Lorcan Scamander)
Abigail
Callie and Cara (twins)
Harriet
Millie
Janae
Beatrice

Draco Malfoy
Scorpius (widowed/OC Portia)
Malus
Isabella

Sorry for the long A/N to start, but I hope you enjoy! Please review and if you are signed in I will reply.

Diagon Alley

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The second hand on the golden clock in the store window moved steadily along, hitting five, ten, thirty, and back to zero as the minute hand shifted with it.

"Callie," Lily called.

Callie narrowed her eyes, still looking at it. In her mind's eye she could see a tall, blonde man, with a scar under his right eye, walk into the shop and look at it. He would ask a lot of questions. Pointless question. He was trying so hard to sound smart enough to get a deal. A woman appeared next, running a finger along the top, tracing the curl of the leaf shape around the circular face. She sighed, looking at the price tag. Another man, this one middle aged and asking for the most expensive antique in the shop. A gift for his wife. What he wasn't telling the shopkeeper was that it was to make up for cheating on her.

"Callie, love," Lily said again. "We need to go."

Callie couldn't see which would happen. It could be all of them, in an order that left the clock unpurchased, or it might be bought up by whichever came in first. Some of these impressions were clearer than others. Like when she first saw her cousin Ivy in Aunt Emmy's arms. Or when Callie saw her older sister Abigail was kissing Malus Malfoy when Callie first arrived at Hogwarts. When she told Abby, a look of disgust came over her older sister and Abby insisted that would never happen. Two years later and Abby and Malus were more than inseparable. They had been sending owls all summer and their dad had been probing with lots of questions.

"Callie, are you listening to your mum?" Lorcan asked.

"Yes," Callie said, still looking at the clock. It was when the future wasn't clear—like the number of people that might buy the clock that day, or might not—that intrigued Callie. The possibilities.

A little hand grasped onto hers and Callie finally looked away and down to the wide eyes and smile of her six year old cousin Ivy. Callie smiled back. "We're going to Uncle George's shop next," Ivy said.

It had become a Potter Family tradition for everyone to meet up for school shopping at Diagon Alley and then to Grandma and Grandpa Potter's house for dinner afterward. Uncle Al, Aunt Emmy, and their two children joined them, even though their oldest, Arthur, was still three years away from going to school himself.

Of course Callie had seen Ivy almost every day the week they had been in England, staying with Grandma and Grandpa Scamander down the road from the Burrow where Ivy lived. Sleepovers with Aunt Emmy were Callie's favorite, though Callie and her sisters had to take turns. She had six of them. Abigail was fifteen, then there Callie's twin sister Cara, Harriet was starting Hogwarts this year, then Millie, Janae, and Beatrix, who would all stay behind.

"Alright," Lily said with a sigh. "I'm taking Harriet to get her new robes. And her cauldron, too. I'll take Bea with me if you have Janae."

Lorcan threw the toddler up and onto his shoulders. "Flourish and Blotts for us, then."

"Dad, I wanted to go to the Quidditch supply store," Abby said.

Possibilities. In one, they argued that she needed to help her dad get books, in the other Malus was pulling her hand to a secluded spot in the shop.

"I need some gloves," Cara said. "Gryffindor will have an opening for a chaser this year."

"We can always go after the bookshop."

"But, Dad—"

"I needed to get some new potions ingredients," Callie said. The moment she started speaking, the second possibility became more opaque. It was a beautiful melting of colors perfect lines and forms. "I can get Harriet's cauldron."

Her mum's whole body physically relaxed at the suggestion. "That would be great. Alright, Callie, Cara, and Abigail will go to the cauldron shop and then we will meet you at the Quidditch store. Lorcan, give them some money for the school supplies."

"I want to go with!" Ivy declared.

Uncle Albus looked unsure.

"Only if you listen to everything Abby tells you," Aunt Emmy said before he could protest.

Ivy's response was to run and jump on Callie's back as Lorcan put the money into Cara's hand. There was more discussion, but their group made their way through the crowded streets of the alley, passing the sweet's shop and Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Ivy protested as they went by.

"We'll come back, Ivy," Abby promised as she hurried them along. They were in view of Quidditch Quality Supply when, through the crowds, Callie saw Malus, standing against the stone facade. "Malus!" Abby shouted and ran forward.

He grinned at her and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist when she ran into him.

"Gross," Cara muttered. Ivy giggled and Callie smiled. "Let's get the cauldron first."

Ivy hopped down and they went to the shop next door. Callie looked back, her older sister's lips attached firmly to Malus's.

"I wonder if Isabella is with her brother," Callie mused as they walked into the shop, filled with anxious eleven year olds and their parents. Very few of them had siblings. Callie thought that must be very disappointing, to have only one or two. She always felt bad for her cousins on that count.

"Probably," Cara said, getting at the back of the queue. "I don't know why you like spending time with her anyway, she's always so grumpy."

"She's nice when you get to know her," Callie said. Nice being relative, of course. Callie knew that Isabella was generally surly and she did not like nicknames. Callie called her Izzy once and was hit with a finger twitch jinx that lasted three days. And Callie was her friend. Probably her only one. But then Isabella was one of Callie's only friends as well.

Although Abigail was in Ravenclaw with Callie, she was also two years ahead and mostly preoccupied with her boyfriend. Cara and Callie got along fine at home, but at school Cara was far more popular and spent most of her time surrounded by her fellow Gryffindors. She was probably going to get onto the Gryffindor team and be around even less from now on.

Then there were the other Ravenclaws in her year. They tolerated Callie for the most part, but they never really liked having her around. After the third week her first year, when she told them there would be a pop quiz that day in Transfiguration, they all laughed and rolled their eyes. When Professor Anders handed out sheets and told everyone to pull out a quill, several of her classmates glared at her, asking how she had found out, assuming it was her Grandpa Potter that tipped her off. After that, they all thought the professors played favorites with Callie. Callie couldn't convince them that she had seen it the night before in her mind. Probably right after Professor Anders decided it would be given.

"What's that?" Ivy asked, pointing to a large jar with little black orbs inside.

"Fire Newt eyes," Callie told her.

"Wow," Ivy replied, pressing her nose against the glass of the counter. "I can't wait to go to school."

"I wonder what house Harriet will end up in," Cara said, looking down at the checklist in her hand.

"Gryffindor, with you," Callie said, tilting her head and looking at a jar of powder. The clerk would drop it later that afternoon. She wondered if she should buy some just so it wouldn't all go to waste.

"Why did you tell me?" Cara snapped, scowling at Callie.

"You asked," Callie said.

"I was just wondering," Cara said. "That didn't mean I wanted you to tell me."

Callie shrugged. "Sorry."

Ivy seemed entirely unperturbed by the news. "What about me, Callie?" she asked. "Which house will I be in?"

Callie narrowed her eyes. "I can't tell yet," she said. No possibilities even. Maybe it was too far away, or too many other things that would happen that could change the answer. Or maybe Ivy wouldn't even go to Hogwarts. Uncle Al and Aunt Emmy talked like they would, but Aunt Emmy had family in the states who could get Arthur and Ivy into the best schools over there as well. Maybe it wasn't so cut and dry.

"I want to know," Ivy said, pouting. She played with the braid over her shoulder.

"I'll tell you if I find out," Callie promised.

"Maybe she won't want to know by then," Cara said.

The conversation ended as they got to the front of the line. The middle aged man with a bushy grey mustache got a standard cauldron, a kit, and several supplies Cara asked for.

"Can I get some of that powder?" Callie asked.

"We don't have money for that," Cara said under her breath.

"I have some pocket money," Callie said, pulling out a few sickles and buying a decent sized leather satchel of the Argentine flash powder.

"Careful with that. It's volatile in some potions," the man warned.

"Thank you," Callie said with a smile, placing the bag into the cauldron with the rest of the supplies.

Malus pulled Abigail into the shop and back towards the gloves that lined the far wall. It was easily the least occupied space. They sunk onto a bench and kissed, Malus pulling Abby in by her waist as her hands wrapped around his neck.

"I missed you," Malus said.

"I missed you, too," Abby replied, her smile large and white. Her honey brown curls surrounded her face, the freckles across her nose noticeable with the summer of sunlight kissing her skin.

"You should spend next summer with my family," Malus said. "You live too far away."

"My dad would have a heart attack," Abby said with a giggle.

Malus just leaned in and kissed her again.

They began dating halfway through fourth year, though he'd liked her since the start of third. Slytherin and Ravenclaw had Herbology and double potions together. He took advantage in their fourth year when Abigail's potions partner was ill for a month, stuck up in the hospital wing. He moved next to her, sharing a table and helping her. Towards the end of the month was a Hogsmeade trip and Malus asked her to go with him. She made him wait three days for an answer, placing a charm on his cauldron so that when he added the last ingredient, a large puff of smoke floated up. Malus was worried he'd fail the assignment at first, until the smoke shaped into handwriting like Abby's, forming the word: yes. Abigail grinned at him and Malus was sure hadn't stopped smiling since.

"I'm glad we ended up coming on the same day," Malus said. "Dad almost made us wait until next week. Since he doesn't get paid until Friday."

"Abby," Cara called from the entrance of the store.

Abigail peeked over the shelves behind them. "Over here," Abby said, waving.

Malus ran a hand through his hair. Kissing would be done for a bit apparently. Still, he shopped around with them, holding Abby's hand as Cara talked to her about which gloves to get, then looking at the shoes. "Grandma said she's going to get me a new broom," Cara said. "Trina, too," she added.

Malus thought they were lucky that they could get new brooms just like that. He supposed it was a benefit to having a mother and grandmother who were well known former Quidditch players for the league. Especially since their grandmother wrote reviews for the companies. Malus figured they got loads of free stuff. He rode his dad's old Nimbus F20. Better than the comet Isabella rode, but it wasn't nearly as great as the Jupiter 5 in the window. Cara went up front to buy the couple things in her hands as Malus listed off the specs of the Jupiter 5 to Abigail.

"Good taste there, Mal," someone said behind them.

Malus turned and saw the man there. Blonde hair, though his goatee had lost all color. He held a cane and was in smart, deep purple dress robes. No one outside of the ministry or school wore dress robes around anymore. Not unless they were old fashioned. But then Malus's grandfather was certainly that.

"Hi," Malus said. His grandfather smiled pleasantly. Malus hadn't seen him for over five years now. Not since the Christmas when his dad and Grandad Malfoy had a huge row and Dad told Draco where to shove his money and never talk to them again.

"Hi Mal," Draco said. "How have you been?"

"Er, good," he said, looking around awkwardly. He knew he used to love his grandfather, but it had been so long that Mal wasn't sure what to think or how to feel anymore.

"And who is this lovely young woman?" Draco asked.

"Er, this is Abby," Malus said. "Abby Scamander. Abby, this is my grandad."

"Good to meet you, Mr. Malfoy," Abby said. Malus wished he could be as friendly as that to anyone. Abby was good at being friendly right off the bat.

"My pleasure," Grandad said, curtly nodding, then turning back to Malus. "You like the Jupiter brand? You play for Slytherin?"

Malus wondered how he knew he was in Slytherin. Then again, the Malfoys had been in Slytherin for decades, if not centuries. Maybe he was just assuming. "Er, yeah," Malus said, scratching the back of his head.

"You know, I haven't really gotten to give you any holiday gifts for a while," Draco said. "I could buy it for you."

"No you can't."

Malus turned to his right, his father walking up to their group. Abby seemed to understand this wasn't a good thing, tucking herself behind Malus's shoulder, though she still held his hand.

"Scorpius," Draco said, smiling wide. Malus's father didn't return it.

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't believe I've been banned from Diagon Alley," Draco replied easily. Scorpius stood in front of Malus.

The two older men had always shared so much of their looks. Looks that hadn't passed down to Malus and his sister Isabella. They both inherited the pale skin, but Malus had the same brown hair as his mother and Isabella had curly black hair and seemed endless and wild. She usually pulled it back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. He wasn't sure where that had come from, or her nearly black eyes. Their mother's had been a warm, deep blue. Neither of them had those. Those were all hers and Malus missed them as much as he missed her. As much as he missed his grandmother, as well.

"You're welcome in Diagon Alley, just stay away from my children," Scorpius demanded.

"Son—"

"Don't call me son," Scorpius snapped, his voice lowering. "And don't go offering anything to Malus either."

"There's no reason for you to live like paupers—"

"You have a skewed view of what paupers live like," Scorpius said.

Malus wanted to support his father on this. He felt guilty liking the idea of his grandfather buying the broom behind him in the window. He imagined what it would be like to show up on the team, ready to play keeper with a top of the line broom, instead of one that he needed to service every time he used it. But he swallowed and didn't say anything. He looked away as his grandad tried to look around Scorpius at him.

"You can't keep them away forever," Draco said. "They're my family, too."

"Were," Scorpius said. "Now you're just a sad, lonely man with your piles of galleons."

Draco's eyes flashed and he pulled himself up to full stature, sneering and walking away.

"Dad?" Malus asked.

"We need to get going," he snapped, turning around. He stopped, noticing Abigail at Malus's shoulder for the first time. "I suppose you're the reason there's no spare paper in our house anymore."

Malus smiled, looking over to Abigail as she bit her bottom lip and shrugged uncertainly.

Scorpius took exhaled. "Sorry you were here for that," he said. "It is good to meet you."

"Y-you too, sir," Abigail said.

"Mal, you have five minute. Isabella and I will be waiting on the corner."

"Okay," Malus said and his dad walked away.

"I should find my sisters and take them back to Florish and Blotts anyway. I guess I'll see you on the train?" Abigail asked.

"Yeah," Malus said. He wondered what she thought of him and his family after that awful display. "Yeah, I'll see you then."

Malus leaned over and kissed Abigail's cheek. She relaxed a moment and smiled, a little less easy than before. He let go of her hand and tucked both of his into his jean pockets, clearing his throat as he met up with his dad and sister.

Isabella held a ice cream cone in one hand, licking as it melted. The pink ice cream looked out of place in her hands. "Did you find your girlfriend?" she asked with a smirk.

"What do you think?" Malus muttered. Their dad was preoccupied checking over both of their lists.

Isabella's smirk grew and she licked her ice cream again.

"Callie says hi, by the way," Malus said.

"I heard Grandad did too," she added.

"I don't want to hear another word about him," their dad said, crossing off another item on the list. "Alright, Isabella wanted to get a cat this year, so let's go to the Emporium, then we can go home."

Everyone was in their large group outside the bookshop. Callie took a bag from her dad and Ivy moved over to Uncle Al, who picked her up into his arms. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Harriet's worried," Cara whispered.

"You didn't have to read her to know that did you?" Callie asked back quietly. Cara only ever told Callie about her own gift. She didn't want the others to know. Callie wasn't sure why. Her gift was even more reliable than Callie's. She could read what people felt—not just happy or sad, but more complexity than that.

"More worried than she looks," Cara said. "She thinks she'll end up in Hufflepuff and she wants to be in one of our houses."

"I'll tell her later."

"Don't," Cara said.

"Why not?" Callie asked.

"Because you don't have to tell people things just because you see them," Cara snapped.

"Girls, what are you fighting about?" their mother asked.

"Nothing," the twins said in unison.

Callie took the bag of powder out of the cauldron before turning it over, and they all made their way to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Rupert," Lorcan said, the mass of children and adults stopping. "Rupert Belvedere!"

"Why Lorcan Scamander," the man said. Callie blinked, noticing the spot on the top of his head where hair and already disappeared. The rest was still jet black, unlike Grandpa Potter's who had mostly grey hair, though old pictures showed his just as dark as Mr. Belvedere's. "Are these all yours?"

"Just these ones here," Lorcan said, hovering his hand over the general area where his girls were. "My oldest, Abby, the twins, Cara and Callie, Harriet, Millie, Janae, and Beatrix."

"What are you up to these days?" Mr. Belvedere asked.

The two started a long exchange that didn't make sense to Callie, though she grabbed one of her father's hands with hers. Lily said she was taking the others and would meet them at Grandma and Grandpa's. Callie waited behind until it was just the three of them.

She was intrigued by Belvedere. He had so many possibilities surrounding him. Just him. That was strange. Usually possibilities had to do with other people. Decisions outside of the individual. Callie only realized that the year before when she stopped to think about it. Like the clock—what would happen depended on who got their first and what they decided. But this… he could go anywhere. Be anything.

"How do the Yanks treat you?" Belvedere asked.

"Well, their own government doesn't pay for the research the ministry does here, so I work for a private company. A little different that way."

"Sure, sure," Belvedere said. He leaned forward, stroking his chin. Callie couldn't tell if he was really intrigued or just being polite. If Cara was here, Callie could ask. "And you still working with Gypsies?"

"No," Lorcan said. "I'm still parsing through information on what to share."

"You have a sister-in-law who's one though, right?" Belvedere asked.

"And some nephews and a niece," Lorcan confirmed. "Though they live like wizards, mostly. Visit the clans in the summers, I believe."

"Well, if they're ever interested in working with the Department—"

"They wouldn't be," Callie said matter-of-factly. Her father squeezed her hand. She had seen it the moment Belvedere asked. He stood in Uncle James and Aunt Imogen's living room, offering money for some of their time. "Aunt Imogen would say no."

Belvedere leaned against his knees with a grin so he was eye level with Callie. "Did they talk to you about it?"

"No," Callie said. "I saw it."

"Saw it?"

"I saw them say no."

Lorcan put both hands on her shoulders. "Callie's got this mix of intuition and imagination," Lorcan said with a bit of a chuckle. "Says things like that sometimes."

"A seer?"

"No, it's not prophesy," Lorcan said.

Belvedere looked into Callie's eyes, trying to figure something out, but all she saw were possibilities in a blur once more. He smiled and stood up. "Well, if you ever need anything, I'm head of the department now," Belvedere said. "I do say it was a shame the day we lost you."

"Well you never know," Lorcan said with an even smile. "Good to see you again."

The two shook hands and Callie started walking towards the pub with her dad. She stopped, seeing something solid once more.

"Don't buy the box," she turned and shouted after Belvedere. He turned back towards them.

"Why not?" he asked.

"It's broken," she replied, then turned back, her dad ushering her along.

"You don't have to always tell people what's on your mind, sweetheart," Lorcan instructed.

"I didn't want him to waste his money," Callie said, and they stepped through the doors and towards the fireplace to go to Grandma and Grandpa Potter's.