Here it is, folks: the long-awaited last chapter. My power was out and I was so so so busy so this was the first chance I had to update. Thank you all for sticking with it to the end, by reviewing, favoriting, alerting, and most of all, reading. This is my first fic and it means so much to me to have this much support. Don't forget, I will have more stories coming out soon if you want to read more of my writing!

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Chapter 8

"I'LL CALM DOWN WHEN I'VE HEXED THAT SLIMY FERRET INTO OBLIVION!" Ron roared, running into the room and looking around wildly. "WHERE IS HE?"

"Hi Daddy," Rose said calmly, hugging him. Ron couldn't refuse his girl and gave her a rough hug.

"Now where the hell is that Death Eater's bastard?" he yelled.

"Ronald, how dare you use that kind of language?" Grandma Weasley shouted. "There are children here!"

Arthur tried to calm her down while Lily and Hugo protested the fact that they were children and Scorpius, shrinking back into the corner, looked panicked.

"I DON'T BLOODY CARE ABOUT MY LANGUAGE IF THAT – THAT BLOODY TROLL HAS HIS HANDS ON MY DAUGHTER!" Ron screamed, his face bright red.

"That much was evident," Harry said across the suddenly quiet room. Several Weasleys laughed.

"Hi, Mr. Weasley," Scorpius said, gathering his courage from Rose.

"YOU!" Ron shouted primitively, war cry-like, and charged at Scorpius. And suddenly found himself hindered by his nieces and nephews and nephew-in-law.

"Now, now," James said, wagging his finger at his uncle, "I'm afraid we can't have you harm this young fellow. I've become quite attached to him –" he flung his arms around Scorpius once more – "and I'm afraid you would have a rather terrible rest of your life if you harmed him."

At this Ron stood gaping at James, who was flanked by almost his entire generation of Weasley-Potter-Lupins. "You're supposed to be on my side!" he howled.

Calla laughed. "He already gave his protective brother speech," she informed him. "And no one else has a problem with Scorp, so we're good to go," she added, shrugging.

"I do!" cried Louis, who had just entered the room. "How dare that good-for-nothing despicable prat touch my cousin!" Then he grinned impishly. "Sorry Scorpius, just kidding."

"No one is on my side?" Ron wailed despairingly. "Out of all the millions of you, not one single person is on my side?"

"There are only thirty-four people here, Ronald," his wife said, half-amused and half-disapproving. "You're being ridiculous. Now move away from the poor boy; you're scaring him."

"Mum!" Rose protested, blushing.

"Yeah, Scorp isn't afraid," Fred said, elbowing Scorpius and grinning evilly.

"Not at all," agreed Scorpius sincerely. "I am a Gryffindor, after all."

"WHAT?" Ron yelped. "I thought you were a Slytherin!"

Rose and Hermione rolled their eyes. "I've told you about fifty times, Dad, he's in Gryffindor. We've been best friends for seven years. You should know that by now."

"He's just determined to think Scorp is evil," Ginny said, grinning at her brother. "Don't mind him, Rose."

"I would just give up now," Harry advised. "Before you really humiliate yourself."

"I'm not speaking to you," Ron informed him. Almost everyone in the room snorted with laughter, except Raphael, who was too young to know what was happening.

"Honestly," Hermione sighed. "How did you ever get so immature? I swear, you weren't like this when we were their age."

"It'll be your influence, Mum," Hugo said, smirking. James and Fred slapped him high fives while Hermione pursed her lips in a very Mrs. Weasley-like manner.

"Ron, you really are being ridiculous," Arthur reprimanded his son. "Scorpius is a perfectly nice young man and there is nothing unreasonable about him dating Rose. You don't have to make this into Ro – er, Roman and Jewel all over again."

"Romeo and Juliet," Hermione corrected him.

"Yes, that," Arthur agreed, unfazed.

"Are you going to behave now?" Bill asked his youngest brother sternly. Ron looked down and didn't answer.

After a moment of awkward silence – which was very difficult to come by when all the Weasley-Potter-Lupins were present – James, Fred, Anthony, and Frank burst out laughing.

"What is it?" Albus asked, looking almost jealously at his brother.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, little bro," James said. "Just a little private joke between friends."

When James refused to tell, Albus gave up and turned to Scorpius and Rose, who had rejoined under the constant glares of Ron. Everyone else turned to their own private conversations, except Lucy, who was still being lectured by her parents.

"I'm surprised he gave in that easily," Teddy murmured to Victoire, Harry, and Ginny, who were standing nearby.

"He just doesn't realize they're in love," Victoire explained to her clueless husband.

"When he'll really overreact is when Scorpius asks for her hand," Ginny said. "And then at their wedding…well, let's just say it won't be as pleasant as it should be."

"How do you know he'll ask for her hand?" Harry asked. Ginny rolled her eyes but smiled fondly.

"Harry," she said with the patient air one has when explaining something to a three-year-old, "he comes from a very traditional family. Of course he's going to take the traditional route."

"If Ron refuses, of course, it'll be a different story," Angelina cut in, laughing. She seemed to have forgiven George for the Niffler disaster and had her arm around him.

"Yes, I might sense an elopement in the future then," George agreed.

Off in a corner, Rose, Scorpius, and Albus were having their own conversation. "That was close," Scorpius breathed. "If James hadn't stepped in, I might have been seriously bruised."

Al shoved him. "You're such a pansy, Scorp."

Rose retched and her cousin and boyfriend looked at her, alarmed, until they realized she was faking. "Don't say that word ever again," she gasped.

"Why?" Fred said, popping in. "Does it remind you of…a certain cow?"

"Dare I say…a certain pansy?" James said, laughing rather stupidly.

"That really wasn't one of your better jokes," Anthony said. James sighed dramatically and shook his head.

"Hey, Stuart," he said, ruffling his already messy hair. "Go out with me?"

For some reason Calla, Fred, Anthony, and Frank found this extremely hilarious. "Always the old standby," Frank said, shaking his head fondly. Rose, Scorpius, and Albus looked at them strangely. Then they were interrupted by a loud shriek.

"You mean to tell me it was GEORGE WHO DID THAT?" Grandma Weasley screamed, advancing on her aforementioned son and looking remarkably similar to a saber tooth tiger with grey hair. "GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY! WHEN I AM THROUGH WITH –"

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Arthur called, much to the glares of his wife.

Two girls entered, the taller one with strawberry blond hair, and the other with pure blond hair. "Sarah!" Al cried, and then blushed as James, Fred, and George snickered.

Sarah Longbottom skipped over to her boyfriend, oblivious of all the stares, and kissed his cheek. Albus smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her. Meanwhile, Alice Longbottom walked over to Lily and Hugo, her best friends and started babbling away.

"What did I miss?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, nothing much," Albus said. "James convinced Ron that it's okay for Rose and Scorpius to be going out, and other than that, it was pretty typical."

"Y'know, I think we'd best be going," George said, edging away from his ferocious mother. Angelina laughed.

"Don't worry, Molly, I'll give him a good speech when we get home," she assured her mother-in-law. "And you can always send a Howler or drop in for a visit."

"I might do just that," Molly agreed. "Well, Arthur, I have to finish supper…we'd better go too."

And so in small groups, the Weasley-Potter-Lupins gradually left. After about ten minutes of goodbyes, the only ones remaining were the Hogwartians and James, Calla, Fred, Frank, and Anthony.

"Well, farewell, my darling cousins and siblings and soon-to-be cousin-in-law," James said dramatically, sweeping off an imaginary hat and bowing. Calla grabbed his hand.

"Come on, you big buffoon. For Merlin's sake, James, you're a Quidditch player, not an actor. There's no need –"

"To practice such dramatic antics and melodramatize every aspect of my life," James, Fred, Frank, and Anthony finished, grinning. Calla glared at them.

"Isn't it a good thing that he can finish your sentences?" Albus asked innocently. Calla directed her glare at him.

Rose slung her arm around Calla. "You just have to resign yourself to it," she said sympathetically. "This is what life is like with all of us around."

Calla sighed deeply. "I suppose, I shall just have to resign myself to it."

"That you shall, love, that you shall," murmured James before kissing her on the lips.

"Eurgh!" Hugo exclaimed. "Go find a room, guys."

"We are in a room," Rose pointed out.

"I meant a different room," Hugo said angrily.

"Well then, you should have said so, shouldn't you?" Rose retorted.

Frank turned away from the silly scene playing out in front of him and said, "And that is why you should never tell James Sirius Potter anything. In fact, you shouldn't even speak to James Sirius Potter, look at James Sirius Potter, smell James Sirius Potter, acknowledge the existence of James Sirius Potter -"

"Mate, you're getting a bit carried away," Anthony informed him kindly.

"Am I?" Frank asked dazedly, unaware that Fred had just Confunded him. "I had no idea…"

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