Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing in Harry Potter's backyard.
Author's Note: This follows in the footsteps of Harry & Ginny's Headaches and Lily's Headache (Listed under Romance/Humor). It is not a sequal per se no more than any child's life is a sequel to a parent's life. Not sure how far I want to take this, suggestions welcome, can't guarantee anything.
"Good Heavens! This cannot be right!"
The Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was justifiably upset. "Good Heavens, this just might be the end of Hogwarts." She shook her head as she read a list the deputy headmaster had placed on her desk just a few minutes ago, before leaving their usual meeting.
You would think that a woman who had participated in two Wizarding Wars, survived more years of teaching Transfiguration than she would admit to, and who was generally imperturbable would not be so upset by a simple list of names. She most assuredly was not expecting this problem, after all each summer she reviewed the list of incoming first years prior to their letters being sent. After somewhere around ten years of this, it was a mere routine. Usually she took a brief moment to revel in the fact she no longer had to write all those letters. With the boom of births following the end of the Second Wizarding War, she was even more grateful over the past few years as those larger classes began to enter the school.
She had made it through about two-thirds of the list. When she hit upon two names: Potter, James R. and Potter Sirius A., she smiled to herself. Many memories of two previous generations came over her. However, when she was nearly to the bottom of the list, she had let out her exclamation. There sat two names which independently were nothing unusual, but paired with the Potters she could only imagine the result. The fateful names were Weasley, Catherine M. and Weasley, David H. "Good Heaven!" for the third time.
"Well, Minerva, what is it? You have never had such a problem before with the first year list," a former headmaster observed from his portrait next to the desk.
"Oh, Albus, I didn't realize that this year the Potter and Weasley twins all enter Hogwarts together. I have no doubt they will all be Gryffindors and that they will follow in their parents, uncles, and in two cases, grandfather's footsteps. Can you imagine? Two are descendant from the Marauders. All four have the Weasley temper and ready access to Weasley Wizard Wheezes. All four come from incredibly intelligent rule breakers. What is going to happen to Hogwarts?" Headmistress McGonagall faded off into her own thoughts.
"As if the Marauders were not enough of a trial just to teach. Then the 'Golden Trio' with Ms. Weasley in tow caused enough uproar, damage, and chaos each year to far surpass James Potter and his cohort. If the Potter twins live up to their names, the next seven years will be utter chaos and no little destruction of school property!"
The portrait of the Headmistress' predecessor chuckled softly. "Minerva, this should hardly surprise you. You have attended their parents' weddings, the children's Christenings, and each birthday for the past eleven years. You knew this day was coming. Why not have a lemon drop?"
The Headmistress absently picked a candy from the dish she kept as a sort of memorial, quite fitting actually, to former Headmaster Dumbledore. His portrait continued, "Just wait and see where these charming children are sorted."
"True, though I cannot imagine them not all being in Gryffindor. At least their mother and aunt is on staff and available for assistance," she consoled herself, somewhat.
After a moment of reflection on the past and a bit of nervousness for the future, the Headmistress of Hogwarts signed her name, officially accepting the first year class and whatever fate they chose to bring with them.
This year, well, she had to admit the next seven years, would likely prove quite interesting.