Title: Hogwarts Class of 2026
Chapter: Chapter 1
Author name: Brittney
Author email:
Category: Romance
Sub Category: Drama
Keywords: D/Hr Kids Future Sequel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's 2024, fourteen years have past since the ending of "Ordinary Just Won't Do" and Marsilio Malfoy, Sixth Year Gryffindor, is welcoming his twin brother and sister to Hogwarts. Meet the new DADA teacher, meet Marsilio's best friends, and meet his first crush. Watch as Marsilio grows up, feels his first pangs of Jealousy (mixed with angst), and discovers the truth about his parent's past not knowing there is a threat from an old adversary.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: This is the Sequel "Ordinary Just Won't Do," I promise all the descriptions and such will be done with soon, I just needed to let you know how they came out. Oh, and please send some Names and descriptions, because I really need new characters and student and such!

"Hogwarts Class of 2026"

Ch. 1

Strawberry blond Marsilio Malfoy looked around the Great Hall as he and the upperclassmen waited for Sorting Ceremony to begin. The roof was enchanted to look like a starry night and the teacher's he'd heard about for years were withering right in front of him. His brown eyes swept over the people he'd become so close too over the past five years and wondered what was to come this year. He ignored the conversations around him as he studied the people he called friends.

To his left was Roxanne Potter, the first daughter of the ever Famous Harry Potter and his wife Ginny Weasely. She should have been the first female Seeker for Gryffindor but she refused to take that page from her father's book, she was bossy and beautiful, yet full undeniable faults. Her long brown hair was everything but perfect, she was learning to tame it slowly, she was horrible at Potions, much like her father, and she had an asshole for a boyfriend. Yet Marsilio had to admit her faults didn't outweigh her good points.

To his right was the first ever blond Weasely, well, in his opinion, Brayton Weasely. His father, Ron, is still the Chaser, after all these years, for the Chudley Cannons and his mother, Pansy, is running the very successful Remus Lupin Foundation. Brayton had boyish good looks, horrible humor, amazing Quidditch skills, and vanity rumored to be from his mother. But that was his best friend, well, he and Roxanne.

Down the table was Douglas Brown-Finch-Fletchley, the redheaded boy whom most would say looked like his mother and acted like his father. Doug's mother, Lavender, was still an Auror and his father, Justin, was still the Herbology teacher at Durmstang. Many ask why he just didn't attend there but he said his parents insisted that he attend Hogwarts.

Not to many seats away was Harry Potter's only son, second year Harry, Jr., or James as most called him. James was a spectacular student, his academic status reminded Marsilio of his own mother's records, yet James was also athletic, he was going to try out for reserve Chaser this year. James looked nothing like his father, thank Merlin, since most expected him to be a carbon copy, that award went to Harry's youngest, ten-year-old Laura. James' looks came more from the Weasely side and most people said he looked like a young Charlie Weasely.

Marsilio looked beside Roxanne noticing the toned Seventh year that was sitting next to her, the biggest Quidditch maniac he'd ever met. Oliver Sebastian Wood, Jr., called Sebastian or O. J., was the son of the retired Quidditch MVP Oliver Wood and Cho Chang, he, like his parents, had a distinct love of Quidditch and was the Gryffindor House Captain. He looked a great deal like Cho but acted like his father, giving practices at horribly inconceivable moments.

Next to Brayton was his very pretty girlfriend, and daughter of the Herbology teacher, fifth year, Natalia Longbottom. The girl was the offspring of Neville Longbottom and Padma Patil, she was the only child and she knew her worth. The girl was beautiful in a word but the problem was she knew that and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

In front of Brayton was the longest line of redheads Marsilio had seen since the 'Weasely Family Reunion' picture. First there was the Seventh year, Susan Weasely, daughter of Percy and Penelope, then her brother York. Beside York was Angelina and Fred's youngest, seventh year, Blake, who thought he was big shot because his older brother, Gregory, was in Auror training under Harry Potter. In front of Blake were Bill's twins, fourth years, Guy and Gwen.

Beside Blake was the Quidditch-Caster, Lee Jordan's, son, Steve Jordan. They are as much of troublemakers as their father's before them. Suddenly Marsilio's eyes flew to Slytherin table, though there were still some grudges most are gone especially since Marsilio's brother, third year, Andreas, was sorted there.

Andreas seemed to have gotten the best of both worlds, he was ambitious, brilliant, compassionate, classic looks, with light brown hair and hazel eyes, and an ability to charm the pants off teachers. Marsilio was the first Gryffindor Malfoy and Andreas was the first Slytherin to come from his very Gryffindor mother. So this year, with their twin brother and sister coming, they were holding their breaths.

Beside Andreas was his best friend Tony Boot, the son of Harry Potter's old partner, Terry Boot. Across from him was Andreas' first crush, the very pretty Estelle Austen, some say she's the great-grand daughter of the author Jane Austen, who was a witch. Down the table was, second year, Julian Montague, the son of the former Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

At the end of the table, speaking to several females around her, was, sixth year, Moria Snape. Moria was the great-niece of Professor Snape, who had a distinct grudge against Roxanne and James, at times. Moira was pale with jet black hair and bright blue eyes, many said she enchants her eyes to be that color but she was adamant that it was real.

A few seats away from Moria was, Sixth year, Ryan Flint, Roxanne's boyfriend, who, unlike his father was a heartthrob. Most of the female population wished they were Roxanne but most didn't know that his attitude was worse than a Hyena's. Ryan was the Slytherin Quidditch Captain, horrible student, but talented on a Broomstick.

In the middle of the table were two big burly sixth years whom his father had told would look more intimating than they were and of course he was right. Paul Goyle and Lewis Crabbe didn't have an ounce of brain for all the muscle on their bodies. He smirked at his brother before turning to look at the teachers, Dumbledore was getting older by the second, followed by the aged yet quick McGonnall. His head of house may look eighty but she had the mind and reflexes of a twenty-year-old.

"Marsilio pay attention, the sorting is about to start!" Roxanne whispered as everyone turned their eyes to group of first years making their way to the front of the Great Hall and the Hat began its song.

Marsilio turned just as Professor McGonagall started he had missed the song, in her hand was a long piece of Parchment.

She looked at the First years, a faint smile playing at her lips before speaking, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

Marsilio searched the group of First years and found his targets, Morgaine and Cillian Malfoy. They were twins, different in looks, alike in dignity. Morgaine was his favorite, she looked exactly their mother, and Cillian was a whole different story, he was a terror.

Marsilio was thrown out his thoughts as the first name was called, "Ackerley, Jack."

"Hufflepuff!" the hat screamed before it had even touched the boy's head.

The boy ran to sit at the clapping Hufflepuff table, as Professor McGonagall called the next name, "Bones, Derrick!"

"Ravenclaw!" the hat screeched after a second.

"Brown, Anna!"

"Slytherin!" the hat said slowly almost as if it wasn't sure, though everyone knew the Hat was never wrong.

"Capper, Edward!" Professor McGonagall said as a dark-skinned boy sat on the stool.

"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled as the table erupted in cheers.

"Dunstan, Theodore!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Finnagin, Mitchell!"

"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled and the table erupted again.

"Hornsby, Thomas!"

"Gryffindor!" the hat replied after a moment of contemplation and the table erupted again.

Marsilio tuned out the rest of the sorting until he heard Professor call out the name he'd been waiting for, "Malfoy, Cillian!"

The entire Great Hall was quiet. Everyone had been talking about the youngest Malfoy children and where they would be sorted for months, now the time had come. Cillian sat on the stool, his silver eyes attempting to look up at the old hat, the moment the hat was sitting upon his blond head there was a conversation.

It took the Hat several more moments before it yelled, "Gryffindor!"

The table erupted and Marsilio stood as his little brother walked over and sat beside James Hornsby. Andreas was standing also but there wasn't a smile on his face, there was a smirk. Marsilio sat as Professor McGonagall called the next name, "Malfoy, Morgaine!"

Marsilio bit his lip as the hat was sat on her head, he wanted her to be a Gryffindor, that secured him the winner in a bet between Andreas and him. The hat sat on her head a moment before yelling, "Slytherin!"

The Slytherin table erupted and Andreas stood, excitedly, as his only sister joined him at his House table. So neither had won the bet, they hadn't thought the twins would be separated.

Marsilio didn't pay attention to the sorting again until a tall black boy named Brian Thomas sat on the stool.

The Hat hadn't touched his head when it yelled, "Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall let a little smirk appear before she called the next name, "Weasely, Dana."

Pansy and Ron's youngest, she, unlike her brother, had inherited the red-hair and her mother's blue eyes. The Hat sat on her head for a moment before yelling, in a sing song voice, "Slytherin!"

Brayton stood and clapped as the Slytherin table erupted in cheers, the first Slytherin Weasely. Most of the other Weasely's were standing but they all looked surprised, well, they had to admit she was a lot like her mother.

Before the entire hall could erupt in whispers, Professor McGonagall called the next name, "Weasely, Emma."

Charlie's only daughter, and only child, and unlike her father had bright orange hair, the hat rested on her head seconds before it screamed, "Gryffindor!"

The table erupted in cheers as the number of Weasely's went from five to six. Marsilio was drawn back to the sorting as a short, dark haired, girl was called, Sarah Zabini.

He grinned at the little girl, Blaise's only daughter with the mysterious Anne-Marie Riddle. She was destined for Slytherin. She was sly, cunning, and just like her father.

Marsilio was proved correct when the Hat yelled, "Slytherin."

Everyone began to converse, welcoming the First years, who were really in their own little worlds. Marsilio was about to ask Brayton something when Professor McGonagall interrupted, while tapping the side of the glass exactly as she did every year, "Excuse me students! Attention Please!"

The whole hall turned toward her as an old, withered, Dumbledore stood, yet his voice was as strong as it had been thirty years ago, "Welcome back to Hogwarts! To you first years, Welcome to Hogwarts! I have three words to say this year and here they are: Squashed, Stickflit, Sop. Thank you."

Everyone chuckled as the old Wizard sat, he never changed, Brayton tapped his arm as he grabbed a buttered roll from the bowl, "Marsilio, have you seen the new Lighteningbolt 5000?"

Marsilio smiled, thinking of the ultimate birthday present, before he answered, "Oh, yes, Mum says it's way too expensive but Father promised me I'd have it before Qudditch season started."

"Dad doesn't like it much, he says England is going to use the Slopesweep 1000 in the World Cup and he claims they are better," Brayton replied, stuffing his mouth with bread not seconds after he spoke.

Roxanne frowned at both of them before giving her two cents, "Please boys, no Quidditch talk at the Feast, it ruins my appetite."

"Rox, you need to be playing Quidditch instead of sitting in the stands watching," Sebastian Wood interrupted gaining a glare from the famous green-eyes of Roxanne Potter.

"How about talking about our vacation boys?" Roxanne tried, glaring at Sebastian again for good measure.

"Why? We were at the Malfoy's Villa for a month then we went home, what else is there to know?" Brayton replied as his plate seemed become filled with even more food.

"Merlin you are a pig, Bray," Marsilio said loudly as Brayton's girlfriend, Natalia Longbottom, began fussing at him about the way he ate.

Roxanne touched his arm as she laughed, "Malfoy, you know your mum has created a monster right?"

Marsilio turned to her, an eyebrow raised, "How is that Potter?"

"She has my mum wanting a Summer House and it's driving dad mad," Roxanne said rolling her eyes. They had spent an entire month in Spain and it wasn't a secret that Ginny had fell in love with the place.

"It's not like your dad can't afford it, he is the greatest Auror of his time, he can afford it," he replied drinking some of his Pumpkin juice.

"True but dad is a bit of a cheapskate, at times," she answered cutting up her roast beef into perfect tiny little squares.

Marsilio scoffed at that comment, "That's an understatement."

"Watch it Malfoy," Roxanne warned playfully.

Marsilio smiled at her, he almost didn't know what to say, "So how's Flint?"

At the mention of her boyfriend's name the smile slipped of Roxanne's face, "He's ok, we uh talked this morning on the train."

"More like fought," Brayton murmured earning a glare from Roxanne.

Roxanne decided to ignore Brayton and continued to talk to Marsilio, "So who won the bet?"

"No body won, neither of us even thought they'd be separated," he answered as he attempted to cut up his food just as she had.

"Hey, look, who's that?" Brayton asked pointing at a figure at the Staff table, speaking to Professor Snape.

"I don't know, maybe the new Arthimancy teacher," Sebastian offered as they all looked at the pale, thin, man.

"No, he's the new DADA teacher, my dad told me about him this morning," Natalia said as she continued to eat.

"He looks sickly," Roxanne added with a grimace, the girl had a thing about skeletons and death.

"He looks pretty old," Marsilio said as he picked up a buttered roll and bit into it.

Natalia shook her head, looking over at the man, "He's not that old, he's no more than forty-five."

"You think maybe he went to school with our parents then?" Brayton asked, still stuffing his mouth with food.

"I don't think so, dad says he's never heard of him," Natalia replied as the whole Gryffindor table erupted in whispers about the new teacher.

"What's his name Nat?" Roxanne asked, forgetting her food completely.

"Professor A. R. Parksonin," she replied, wiping her mouth with her napkin, signaling that she was finished.

"Sounds almost like Parkinson," Marsilio said as he finished off the roll and decided he was full.

"Yea, but my mom is the last of the Parkinson line," Brayton replied frowning at the man, obviously done because his plate was clean.

"Mm, I don't know, honestly, I don't care, so that means--" Natalia began but was silenced by Blake Weasely throwing a roll at her and hitting her square in the forehead.

Roxanne was grinning as she ran down the stairs, from her dormitory, with a copy of next month's "Witches Weekly." She plopped down right next Marsilio, who was writing a letter to his father, smiling at him for a while until he looked up.

"What Potter?" he asked sitting his Quill in the ink on the table.

"Have you seen the cover of this month's "Witches Weekly" Malfoy?" she asked holding the folded magazine to her chest.

"No, I don't even read them," Marsilio answered, frowning at her, wondering why she even thought he'd care.

"You might want see this one, I'm sure your dad already has it," Roxanne said as she handed the magazine to Marsilio.

Marsilio stared into the face of his forty-four-year-old mother, who was dressed like a business woman, in a blue Muggle suit with black robes over it, leaning against the pillar outside their Villa in Spain. Her hair was in curls, she had a smile on her face, and she was showing off the figure that never went away. The headline written across the bottom was: 'Hermione Malfoy: Brilliant Beauty, Mother of four, Wife of Powerful Malfoy Heir. Learn little known facts about this year's Witch of the Year and the Recipient of the Award for The Most cover stories in a Lifetime'

This had to be the twentieth time she'd been on the cover of the well-loved magazine and it was her fifth time being Witch of the Year. Marsilio opened the magazine to her story and read aloud where Roxanne had marked it, "I love my children, dearly. However, my oldest gave me life, so to say. Marsilio taught me things about life you can never learn in a book. He gave me hope for the future, and a love for life. Sometimes I'll look at him and wonder why the Powers that be decided to bless me with such a gift."

Marsilio smiled at his mother's words, it wasn't a secret that he was a 'momma's boy' so to say, he continued reading, "Everyone thinks Draco and I have the perfect marriage, truth is, we don't. The entire wizarding world knows what happened twenty-five years ago and it made us stronger in the end. Sure Draco and I fight but we don't let it affect our family, it's how we continue to love each other day after day."

Roxanne took the magazine from him, turned the page, and said excitedly, "Read the Question/Answer section."

He read aloud, "Q: Do your children know the truth about their Grandfather Lucius Malfoy?A:They know enough to know that he was an integral part of both, Draco and my, lives. We don't want the past to haunt our children, so we don't talk much about their grandfather.

Q: Do you think that is keeping secrets or lying to your children? A: No, Draco and I always said if they asked we would have to tell but they don't ask and we don't tell.

Q: You seem close with your oldest son, whose birth was widely celebrated by the Wizarding world, does he know about the War and the events afterward that brought a turning point in your life? A: No, I don't think after all these years that I'm even able to fully talk about those things.

Q: How do you feel about the escape of Antonius Rosier from Azkaban? Have you and Draco discussed it? A: I feel, oddly enough, OK about it. It's been twenty-five years he can't be that strong anymore, he can only hurt or haunt me if I let him, and I won't let him. Draco and I have briefly brought it up but it hasn't been a staple of discussion in our home."

"I always knew our parent's were keeping secrets," Roxanne said as Marsilio put the magazine down.

Marsilio looked back at the magazine, reading aloud again, "This summer Mrs. Malfoy will be hosting, along with the Boy-who-lived, the highly awaited, Hogwarts reunion. The Classes invited will be the Graduating Classes of 1994, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, and 2001. There will be a tribute ceremony to those lost in the Great War, which was waged from Mrs. Malfoy's graduating year to five years later. The event will be covered by WW with exclusive interviews with Hermione Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasely, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy, Virginia Weasely-Potter, and many more."

"So we will be in WW next summer eh?" he grinned handing her the magazine knowing she hated being in the spotlight. Marsilio had gotten used to it, he had been in magazines since he was a kid.

"Shut it Malfoy, read the back," she pointed out folding her arms over her chest.

"Next month Cover is the last of the Ancient house of Black, Narcissa Malfoy. Learn about her turbulent marriage to Lucius Malfoy, her relationship with her son and his new era of Malfoy's, and her thoughts on the Post-War Wizarding world," he read, frowning, his grandmother hated doing interviews.

"Ok, enough of this, I'm going to write my dad about the war --" Roxanne began taking her magazine from Marsilio.

"No, I'm going to ask grandmother, she's the only one who will tell us the whole truth. When is our first Hogsmeade trip?" Marsilio interrupted leaning over putting the finishing touches on his letter to his father.

"Are you sure Malfoy? She might tell your mum or worse, your dad," Roxanne questioned as Marsilio folded the letter and put the Malfoy seal on it.

"I'm positive Potter, stop questioning me, now, when is the first Hogsmeade trip?" he asked as he pulled out another piece of parchment.

Roxanne pulled his hand away from the parchment with a smile, asking, "Can I talk to you before you write that letter?"

Marsilio struggled not to blush under her touch, he pulled his hand away and tried to sound as cool as he could, "Sure."

Roxanne looked at her hands before turning to her best friend, "Ryan has it in his head that I'm not true to him."

"What?" Marsilio asked, not because he didn't understand but because he had been watching the light reflect off her green eyes.

"He's accusing me of . . . polygamy," she whispered as Brayton walked into the Common Room and sat next Marsilio on the arm of the couch.

Brayton laughed loudly, interrupting any reply Marsilio had, "Rox, it's called cheating, cheating Rox, cheating. You can't even say it! Oh, Roxanne Potter is accused of cheating, how scandalous!"

"Shut it Brayton, she's serious," Marsilio scolded as he watched the anger cover her face.

"Anyway Marsilio, he won't listen to reason and I really don't care what he thinks of me. Is that wrong? Now, Malfoy I'm NOT saying you were right when you said I'm only with him because he's popular. I'm saying that this relationship we have means nothing to me," she said as she mirrored Brayton's position on the couch leaving Marsilio in the middle.

"It's time for a break up don't you think?" Cillian Malfoy smirked as he came down the stairs followed by Brian Thomas.

Roxanne rolled her eyes at the youngest Malfoy boy, growling as she ran up the stairs, "There is no privacy in this place at all!"

"Why is she so ultra sensitive today?" Cillian asked, sitting next to his older, some would say, better looking, brother.

"None of your business Cill," Marsilio frowned wishing his youngest brother would just go away.

Brayton looked at the two brothers noticing the look the oldest's face, he decided to get his friend alone, "Cill, how about you and your friend go take that letter to the Owlery and get it to your dad."

Cillian looked between his brother and his best friend and got the hint, "Yea, I'll be back."

Brayton slid off the couch to sit next to Marsilio, looking around the common room making sure no one was near them, then he spoke, "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Marsilio looked up at his friend, his voice hard as steel, "Nothing."

"You're lying Mar, what's up?" Brayton asked picking up the WW magazine with Hermione on the front.

"Potter," Marsilio answered softly, calling her that out of habit.

"Roxanne?" Brayton asked looking around again making sure no one was around.

"Yea," he replied his face set in stone, much like his father's used to be.

"You like her?" Brayton asked, already knowing the answer, he had noticed their closeness while in Spain.

Marsilio didn't answer he just nodded, Brayton tried to say something that wouldn't upset his friend, "And you aren't moving because of Ryan?"

"Basically," Marsilio answered simply, his eyes focused on the fire in front of him.

Brayton shook his head, laughing a little, "To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human."

"Oh, stop it with the words of wisdom. It's a known fact that Malfoy's don't deny our impulses we just ignore them when the time comes," Marsilio growled laying his head back on the couch.

"I thought your Mum said that Malfoy's aren't any different from everyone else?" Brayton laughed, looking at the woman who was like a second mother to him.

"Mother has her moments when she forgets who she is," Marsilio replied as Cillian and Brian returned.

It was just after Midnight and the Gryffindor common room was deserted except for a petite figure laying on the couch, going over her summer homework for the last time. Marsilio stepped down the stairs slowly, feeling the cool air slip under his red silk robes, he stopped on the last stepped and watched the figure silently.

"Malfoy, stop staring and come help me with this Potions Essay," Roxanne said, not looking up from her Essay for her worst subject.

Marsilio made his way down the stairs and sat next to her on the couch, staring at her as she continued to write her Essay, "What is your Essay on?"

"The Drink Potion," Roxanne answered looking up at the blond.

"From the Standard Book of Spells, Grade Three?" he asked raising an eyebrow, he knew she was horrible at Potions, and that was his favorite book.

Roxanne rolled her eyes at him before answering, "Yes, Mister-Potions Genius."

Marsilio smirked at her before picking up her paper, read it silently, and corrected her when he finished, "It's one Spider Arm, sixteen drops of Blue Oil Tongue, if it's red there will be an explosion Potter. After you add the Boot Hair's you're supposed to stir twice, not once, but twice."

"Thanks Malfoy," she smiled fixing her mistakes, he, unlike his mother, had no qualms about giving up answers.

"No problem," he whispered, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smirked as she looked over her paper again, asking, "What is that silly incantation again?"

"Rumble fumble toil and Drinkle, Whispius Cupius flispius," Marsilio replied right off the top of his head, the Grade Three Book of Potions had been his favorite when he had came to Hogwarts.

Roxanne laughed as she looked at her work, remarking playfully, "And to think Professor Snape said there would be 'no silly incantations'."

Marsilio laughed as she stretched her legs out over his lap and set down her Quill, he watched her momentarily before asking, "You wrote your Dad yet?"

"Yea, he, mom, and Laura are off in Liverpool for a WNN interview," Roxanne answered, rolling her eyes at the thought of another interview.

"Another?" Marsilio asked, mirroring her thoughts exactly, his father was expected to be on next month's "Wizard People."

"Yea, they want to talk about him being rumored to tie your dad on the Ministry's List of the Wealthiest men of the year," she replied running her fingers through her hair.

He nodded his head at that watching her lips move but he spoke quickly, "Finally my dad has competition, he was getting a bit pompous with that title."

"Now that's an Understatement," Roxanne mumbled as Marsilio sneered, playfully, at her.

"I'm sorry about Cillian earlier, Mother says he has fathers' eleven year old sarcasm gene," Marsilio tried to apologize with a smile.

"That's OK, dad says I have Mum's tendency to overreact and I do, I was just being emotional," she replied as he laid his hands on her legs.

"You're a girl, you are supposed to be emotional," he retorted, smirking.

Roxanne raised an eyebrow skeptically, "So you did notice?"

Marsilio laughed at her failed attempt at humor, "I see you have been talking to Brayton too much lately."

"I meant to ask you earlier what does your mum have with these horrible names?" Roxanne asked, trying to look innocent but Marsilio glared at her.

"All the boys have a name that has a meaning behind it, Father named Morgaine because Mother promised that he could name the first girl," he replied instantly, as if that story hadn't been heard enough around Malfoy Manor.

Roxanne turned on the couch so her head was in his lap and she was staring up at him, she asked softly, yawning, "What does your name mean?"

"Dedicated to Mars, Andreas means strong and manly, and Cillian means war. She said she wanted her boys to be strong, like my father, and my grandfather before us," Marsilio answered as her eyes fluttered closed and she fell asleep in his lap.

He sat and stared at her, she was pretty, not gorgeous, that title would go to Moria Snape. The way her honey brown hair fell around her face made her glow, and when her eyes were open, her shone with the gleam of a thousand suns, and that is what made her pretty. She had an olive complexion that never freckled in the summer, Marsilio found her skin soft to the touch, and her scent was unforgettable to him. He smiled down at her sleep form thinking if she wasn't special to anyone else, she was special to him.

Marsilio ran a finger through her hair and whispered to the sleeping girl, "You see me for the man that I can be not just as Draco Malfoy's son, for that, I thank you Roxanne."