The Magical World Exposed
by Healer Pomfrey

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

Epilogue

Twelve years later...

Harry looked proudly at his daughter Lily and his nephew and godson James. David's and his oldest children, their births only separated by four days, had grown up like twins at Potter Manor, where - apart from the Hogwarts teachers - the whole enlarged family was residing throughout the year.

"When the twins go to Hogwarts next month, Hermione and I will take Godric and Salazar with us and live in the headmaster's quarters," Harry announced what Hermione and he had already decided years ago. Their younger children were five and three years old, just like David's and Ginny's daughters Rowena and Helga, and Minerva had already agreed to become her surrogate great grandchildren's teacher together with great grandfather Albus until they were ready to enter Hogwarts as students.

"I decided to build a small primary school building right next to the retired teachers' home," Harry informed his family. The retired teachers' home had been his first project after becoming the headmaster, and Albus, Minerva, Poppy, Rolanda and Sybil Trelawney had become the first residents, who were extremely grateful to be able to remain at Hogwarts after their retirement.

"That's a wonderful idea, Harry," Remus said, warmly, "and I'm sure Teddy and Alexander will be happy to attend it before they'll be able to become first years."

"Of course they will," Severus added, grinning, as he fondly ruffled his son's hair.

"Will the architects be able to finish the building that fast though?" Molly threw in, giving Harry a questioning look.

"Ah just remember how quickly they built up the retired teachers' home," Sirius replied, grinning. "That was amazingly fast."

"In fact, I've already spoken with the architects, the same who built the retired teachers' home," Harry admitted, "and they're going to commence the day after tomorrow. It'll be finished on time."

'I'm going to miss Potter Manor,' Hermione thought to Harry, 'however, I don't want to miss our children's Hogwarts years.'

'Fully understandable,' Harry thought back. 'I wonder where they're going to be sorted.'

Hermione grinned. 'Oh headmaster, you know as well as I do that if they're not going to be sorted into the same house, they'll come back home to our quarters every night.'

Four weeks later...

Harry was sitting at the high table, observing how Severus called "James O'Brien."

James quickly entwined his hand from Lily's and stumbled forward, casting him a quick smile, before he sat on the stool to let himself be sorted.

"Slytherin," the Sorting Hat shouted fairly quickly, making Severus quirk an eyebrow at Harry, who began to clap his hands, followed by everyone else.

Lily's Sorting lasted much longer and ended with his daughter being sorted into Ravenclaw. With a very upset expression, she handed the hat back to Severus, before she strode by the head table and said, "Just so you know Dad, we're both going to stay in our rooms in your quarters. The Hat is nuts. We don't even have classes together."

Four weeks later...

Harry looked at his office door in surprise, when the gargoyle informed him that Mr. Filch, Lily and James wanted to see him.

"Headmaster, I just found out that it was Ms. and Mr. O'Brien who cast the Fidelius charm at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom last week," Filch reported in a strict voice, and Harry wondered if it was only his imagination or if there was a small smile playing on the caretaker's lips.

Barely able to hide a chuckle, Harry tried to glare at the children, failing miserably. "Four weeks of detention in the founders' lair," he told the two first-years, knowing that the founders would keep their descendants busy, especially after hearing what they had done to receive their punishment.

'Mione, I'm so proud of our children,' he thought to his wife, after Filch and the kids had left his office. 'They managed to cast the Fidelius charm in their first Hogwarts year and at Sirius' classroom at that. I believe that it's time to re-charm the Marauders' Map and add the Mini Marauders.'

'Amazing. We must have taught them well,' Hermione replied, chuckling, before she continued in a serious voice, 'Harry, the Prime Minister came to speak with me today together with David. He'd like to visit Hogwarts and asks if you'd be willing to give him a tour.'

'Of course, Mione,' Harry replied, sighing. 'Ask David to take him right into my office by Portkey, where I can cast the spell at him that'll enable him to see Hogwarts. I'll contact Mr. Weasley and ask him to join us.'

'All right, thanks, my love,' Hermione thought back.

'The Prime Minister visiting Hogwarts,' Harry thought, as he leaned back in his armchair to ponder the situation. 'If that's not the peak of the magical world's exposure to Muggles.'

The End

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