Dislaimer: No sueing. I not owning.

Summary: A future story about the children of the now heros. Go figure. A bit of slash but not much.

Story:

Chapter 1:

"Dante! Damn it! Get out of the bathroom you have been in there for 2 hours! We know you are gorgeous as it is! You don't have to make my life hell just because of it! You know what my hair looks like this early in the morning and I'm seeing him today! Please!" A rather violent 15 year-old red head ranted as she bashed on the door to what is obviously the bathroom of a rather quaint looking house that sat on the edge of a prominent hill somewhere rather remote in Scotland.

"What did you say about me being gorgeous?" A cheeky, laughing voice responded through the door just before a, no other words would describe him, beautiful young man emerged out of the bathroom wearing only a fluffy orange towel around his waist and another smaller white one drying off his lengthy black hair.

"Oh really I should have stopped there shouldn't I have? Now you are going to be all big headed, aren't you?" the young girl said whipping past him into the bathroom with what looked like a pained look on her face as she rolled her eyes skywards.

The door of the bathroom opened once again but this time only a hand emerged ripping of the young man's towel and a voice shouted through the door "You know the orange one's are mine!"

"I wouldn't have guessed you are so pale under your clothing." A soft chuckling voice said over his shoulder. Slowly the chuckling grew closer and he felt a hand shake him and hand him another towel.

Dante gulped.
"Thanks."

"This is the reason I shower before both of you. Firstly I don't have to worry about-" loud screeching was heard from the bathroom. "-About that or fighting between my sister and I or ending up being caught towel-less in the middle of the corridor." The voice carried on.

"DANTE!!! I am going to kill you. All the hot water! Who on earth do you have to impress this early in the morning!"

"Hazel, Darling relax. Really we know you have powerful lungs you need not prove it." A sleepy voice emerged from the furthest room in the corridor as an aged, smiling, man exited his room dressed in his long black academic robes rubbing his temples.
"Morning you two. Dante? Why are you so pale?" He looked at his son quizzically.

"He was rather brutally removed of his fluffy garment only a few moments ago before I kindly redressed him with a similar new fluffy towel." The before chuckling voice smirked in reply to his father.

"Tobias, please. Stop speaking like that so early in the morning. It'll give me a headache."

"Sorry Dad. I just love watching my lovely brother squirm." Tobias, a young man with amber coloured eyes that seemed to laugh and lengthy honey comb coloured hair that curled lazily over his face who was dressed in similar robes to his father.

"Dante please go get dressed. We have to still have breakfast before we leave for school." His father said kindly patting the half naked boy on the shoulder.

Dante smiled sheepishly before smirking and walking past his brother swaying his hips confidently and bumping lightly into his brother with his hips. He walked slowly making sure he was watched until his slipped slowly into his room with a flashy grin in his brother's direction.

Their father chuckled at his son's antics before turning to his other son and saying "I think I have a slut for a son. Just like his father."

Tobias had turned a rather radiant shade of red. Before stuttering a reply. "S-s-so you keep saying. I'm glad we aren't related."

His father smiled at him and attempted to walk down the stairs without falling on his face.

"For more than one reason." He groaned and followed his father down stairs.

"Ah. The sagas of my dear brothers." Hazel said as she left the bathroom dressed in a pair of jeans, a white v-neck jersey with black symbols and writing on it and a pair of all-stars.

She laughed and went into her room.

"Hazel. Take your mother a cup of coffee and tell her to hurry up we are going to be late for the train. And we still need to apperate into Hogsmead before you lot all arrive." Their father said as she entered the kitchen.

"Sure." She said and scurried around searching for a piece of toast, quickly buttering it and spreading jam over it she grabbed the cup of coffee and left just as quickly as she arrived.

"Thank God for girls. If I had asked either of you two there would have been a 10 minute argument on who should in fact be taking the coffee to your mother." He said over his considirably large plate of eggs, bacon, toast and various other breakfast eatables.

"What I need time to eat. As you have noticed I am a growing boy and I need time to consume the absurd amounts of food I do. This body doesn't appear on its own. It needs work." Dante said looking horrified at his father over his even fuller (if that were possible) plate of breakfast foods.

"And what would your excuse have been?" their father smirked at Tobias.

"Besides the fact that I am a growing boy. I am also the oldest in this house and it is not my responsibility to wake up my mother as that is considered either the alarm clocks or your, my dear father's, job in this household. And why are we discussing this as we have all already decided that it is Hazel's job?" Tobias replied unfazed through his large cup of tea and also relatively full plate of food.

"Kota! Get off the table!" Dante said taking a vicious swipe at the small otter that had appeared some time during their discussion. He sat munching happily on a slice of toast while expertly dodging Dante's attacks and seeming completely unfazed by this attack, which now appeared to be a routine for the family.

"Don't attack him! He is also a growing boy and needs food just as much as both of you two do." Hazel said rescuing her beloved pet and perching him on her shoulder whilst grabbing a white beret that sat above the stove on a shelf.

"Ha! I have been searching for this for ages!" She said triumphantly placing it on her head.

"Oh! Good Morning my Darlings! How is my lovely, though rather misfitted, family today?" a cheery voice said as a thick black haired witch with vibrant green eyes entered the kitchen.

"Excellent." Tobias replied smiling calmly up at his mother.

"Wondrously, exuberantly, amazingly, spiffingly brilliant!" Dante beamed.

"He really is running out of words. Spiffingly? I mean really. I am fabulously, stunningly, marvellously, magnificently, superbly, fantastically, unbelievably, frantically, anxiously nerve-wrecked! Do I look okay?" Hazel said topping her brother considerably and truly nervous about her appearance.

"OH really my dear there is no need. You look stunning as usual." Her mother said happily at her daughter's words.

"Morning my Darling Professor Lupin. How are you?" she said then turning to her husband.

"I am wonderful. I will not try and top Hazel. Too many adjectives! And you my darling Professor Tonks?" he said pecking her happily on her check.

"I am lovely today." She responded as she helped her self to some breakfast.

"What's with the green eyes?" Dante, who had been quiet for an extraordinarily long period of time (though food has a tendency to do that to him) said in between his aggressive bites of toast.

"I thought we should all look different today. Which we do in general but I really thought we should have a different look on each of us at the kitchen table. Look Dante, you have amethyst or blue eyes. Tobias has almond or amber coloured eyes. Hazel has well hazel coloured eyes and your father has Tobias's eyes. And yet we have no green." She replied simply though her smile didn't seem to reach her eyes.

"I think those eyes are more in memory of someone, aren't they?" Professor Lupin's voice came through softly across the table.

At this all the smiles on the table finally faded.

"I just miss him that's all. I'm sorry should I change them?" She whispered in return.

"No we must remember him. Changing them will not help in any way. I'm glad you did it." He responded.

All their heads were no bowed in silent prayer for a lost saviour. The air was not icy nor was it warm. Each person remembering or mourning someone they had lost and loved. Some were remembering more than one person.

"Basil! Damn it! Basil!" Hazel called through the crowds to a rather tall young man whose head was buried in his book.

"Basil!"

"Yes, Hazel what is it?" he said turning around to face her but not raising his face from his book.

"Oh so no? 'Hello Hazel! Long time no see. I missed you.' None of that? What did we fight about, now?" she laughed tugging the book out of his hands and pulling him into a rather overwhelming hug.

"Wait! Hazel. No-my book! Oh really." He said at first struggling against her but finally resigning to hugging his friend in return.

"Now was that really so difficult?" she said pulling away and smiling warmly at him with raise eyebrows.

"Really you are impossible!" He sighed returning to his book though with a smile on his face.

"Hello Professor Longbottom and Mrs Longbottom!" Hazel greeted Basil's parents cheerily.
"Ah. Little Miss Granger! Are you going to concentrate in Herbology this year then? And where are you parents?"

Hazel smiled as she rubbed the back of her neck while replying "Professor! I am not so little anymore! And I have full intentions of attempting my utmost to concentrate in your class this year. My parents are with my brothers. They should be coming now."

"Is your eldest brother not head boy this year? Though both of them are in 7th year are they not? Which one is Sirius Black's son again I seem to keep forgetting." Basil's mom asked kindly.

"You'll know when you see him. He's the cocky, good-looking one that has all the first year girls giggling because they don't know he is not interested." She smirked at the last comment, which got a raised eyebrow from Basil.

"Mother, Father. You are being asked after!" Hazel called to her parents.

"Hello Professor Lupin. Hey Tonks." Professor Longbottom greeted the couple with a shaking of hands and smiles in general.

"Neville really you must get out of the habit of calling me that. It makes me feel very old. Hello Luna. I still am trying to get around Mrs Luna Longbottom. How is work?" Professor Lupin replied with a smile.

"Everything is fine, Remus. You must be very proud of your son and your daughter. A head boy and a prefect in one house must be quite an achievement! Oh and I mustn't forget having the schools heartthrob in your house doesn't do any harm." She smiled.

"We are. A heartthrob who has finally attempted in class and is the schools prankster along with our delightful Head boy, never mind our Prefect." Tonks said smiling happily.

"Okay, okay enough with the children boasting! Really it gets quite terrifying! I know Dante is enjoying the attention and Tobias does have a smirk on his face I can see through his head. But really it is scary." Hazel cried.

"But we haven't even started on the Longbottom children, yet!" Lupin said grinning.

"That's what I am afraid of! That family is even scarier than us! Please stop!" The adults laughed as Hazel dragged poor Basil away. The older boys followed her laughing.

"We'd say goodbye but we are going to see you in a few hours." The parents called after the kids.

"Oh my word! Parents are the most infuriating and distracting things on the planet. So how is my fellow Prefect doing?" Hazel said slipping her arm around her friend's shoulders as they strolled through the crowds of people towards the end of the train searching for an empty compartment.

"I am at the moment rather absorbed in the world Douglas Adams. Such an amazing man." Basil said wistfully before quickly returning to his book.

"Oh really please put that book down and talk to me! I haven't seen you in at least 3 weeks! That's a very long time." Hazel whined.

"Pwetty Pwease!" The baby language got Basil to look up and give her raised eyebrows.

"Oh no! Not the puppy eyes! Oh come on that's not fair! You said you would only use those for good! Fine I surrender!" He wailed over dramatically as he placed his book away in his shoulder bag.

"Brilliant! So how was your holiday?" she said beaming.

"Fine, fine. Nothing to say much about you know me. I read most of it. But besides I am really not that interested in my holiday or yours at the moment I am more interested by what you said about Dante earlier. What did you mean he isn't interested in girls?"

"Oh interested are we? Look, love, not to be mean but you really aren't his type. He prefers the bookish, Head-boy, amber-eyed, slightly over-grown canines, brother type." She said grinning at him.

"You are kidding me! Tobias? You can't be serious!" he said laughing.

"Nope. You should see him. They flirt outrageously with one another but cannot figure out that they are besotted with one another. It's very funny. Ah the sagas of my dear brothers!" She laughed.

Basil chuckled softly next to her.

"Hazel Darling!" a pair of loud voices called through the crowd.

"Oh God. Wait for it."

"Oh Dear Cousin! How we have missed you! It is us!" the over-dramatic voices soon caught up with the pair and two very loud, vibrant, blurs of black appeared.

"Hey Dawn. Hey Tristan." Basil and Hazel replied chuckling in unison.

The blurs stopped at the sound of their chuckles.

The one turned into a rather short black-haired boy with blue eyes that laughed but he stood absolutely dead straight with a solemn look on his face that didn't quite meet his eyes as he said "And what are you laughing about! This is a very important event. We are here to congratulate our two favourite Prefects and our dear cousin. Along with some decent teasing: to join the congratulations of course. Do not take this so lightly!" he said before promptly bursting out into laughter.

The second blurred had formed a short black haired girl of similar looks except for the fact that, though their hair was a riotous mess of black, her hair fell almost half way down her thigh and well other things did not quite fit the profile of her brother.

"Yes, yes you two. So how are the dreadful twins?" Basil smirked at the two.
The boy quickly moved from his position and was now behind Basil and whispered huskily into Basil's ear "Oh I am good not that I have seen you, my love." He quickly slipped in front of Basil and slid his hands up the younger boys legs and sides till he reached his waist where he rested his hands. All the while he had a silly smile on his face. "And do I look that easy to you? I am not a slut. I hold a certain amount of decorum. And anyway what would you do if I kissed you right now?" Here he paused for effect. "You would probably push me violently away and spit on the floor and give me a horrified look before asking Hazel to put a notice in the school newspaper about how the new male Gryffindor Prefect is gay, horny and should be avoided by all boys at all costs, right?" The twin still hadn't moved and his smile was still very much in place. He leaned forward a little and whispered into the younger boy's ear "And how do you know that?" he quickly licked the younger boy's ear. Basil shuddered.
"Please control your brother, Dawn. He is a frightful bloke."

"Sure Basil. Come here boy. Come here, Tristy!" she called jokingly.

Tristan didn't move. He simply pushed himself up against Basil and bit his earlobe lightly.

"Seriously, get him off me. And since when is Tristan gay?"

Tristan seemed to sober up at this and he stepped away abruptly. "I am not gay I am simply experimenting with my options." He grinned.

"And I'm an option since, when?" Basil said wide-eyed.

"Well I may be experimenting but I don't do incest so both Hazel and Dawn are out. That leaves you. For now."

"Like I said. Frightful."

"Okay boys before I get horny from the kinky boy on boy action should we find a compartment?" Dawn said smirking slightly as Basil coloured and pushed his glasses up his nose.

They walked through the crowd, which parted strangely quickly for them and they found a pretty decent compartment in the back of the train. They each took a seat. The twins next to each other: opposite from Basil and Hazel. Basil, having recovered from his ordeal with Tristan, had retrieved his book and was curled, fairly cat-like, next to the window and his big brown eyes were scanning the page frantically with a small smile on his face. The girls were chatting happily in the other side of the compartment while Tristan was peculiarly quiet staring at Basil with a small, though extraordinarily unmischievious smile on his face.

"Please don't tell me Tristan really does have a thing for Basil?" Hazel quietly asked Dawn.

"I don't know." She smiled at Hazel.

"You're his twin you should know!"

"Hell no. He is just horny and Tristan. Not a good combination." She smiled innocently.

"Shame. Basil is well. Basil." Hazel said looking at the two of them.

In a flash or rather a very quick black blur Basil's book had vanished and in its place was a very mischievous looking Tristan. Basil was still attempting to read a few seconds after his book was removed until he realised he was staring (mistakenly) unabashedly at Tristan's crotch. Again Basil's pale complexion was tainted, adorably according to Tristan, pink.

"Well Basil is definitely going to have an interesting year." Hazel said laughing as Basil and Tristan began arguing over Tristan's position.

"And it just might be an interesting year for us too." Dawn said as Christian Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and his star commentator, Timeous Finnigan, walked past throwing the girls a smile and raising their eyebrows to the somewhat entertaining spat that was going on next to the girls (some how they had landed on the floor and Basil was being tickled senseless by the wickedly horny Tristan who was now straddling his waist.) the girls simply shrugged and carried on talking as the boys strolled passed and so did their blushes pass I mean, the infamous Weasley Blush is a horrid curse.

"Ja this year might just be interesting." Hazel said smiling happily as she decided to pry the unfortunate Basil out of Tristan's hand but they ended up being one large pile of limbs on the floor. Once they had untangled themselves they laughed and returned to their original state. Basil had some how located his book and was again curled up in a protective ball in his own little world of Douglas some one or other. Tristan was again planning his second attack while the girls had returned to their prior conversation. Slowly the train left the station and the students embarked on their 5th year of Hogwarts. It was indeed going to be an interesting year.