A man of 26 ran as fast as his feet can around St. Mungo's. He looked around, left and right, and then proceeded to the hall at his left. He kept on running, until he stopped abruptly at a door to a private room. A woman was lying on the hospital bed, raucously coughing. When she stopped, she looked at him and gave him a weak smile. He neared her and she took his hand and held it firmly.

"Gaea," he said, huffing. "Gaea, what-" Gaea cut him off by placing a finger on his lips.

"Draco, it's no use," Gaea said. "You and I both know this is going to happen. We've been expecting this."

"Gaea, don't say that. You're going to be alright. We're going to-"

He was cut off again this time by her hacking cough. He rubbed her back in an attempt to sooth her. It worked. She lay back down again and looked at him intensely.

"Draco, my time is almost over. Take care of the children, alright? Make sure that Hades and Apollo lessens their fights. And also make sure that Artemis doesn't get hurt because of Quidditch. Every night, you need to read to Poseidon. He likes those muggle fairy tales." As she spoke, tears were slowly falling from her eyes. "But be sure to remember to take care of yourself. Move on with your life; don't let me keep you in the past. I love you, Draco. Always remember that."

Draco felt her grip on him loosen. When he looked at her, her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. For the first time in years, he cried. He kissed her hand and brushed a few strands of her hair that were in her face. Stroking her face gently, he whispered, "I love you too, Gaea. I love you."

Draco Malfoy woke up with a start, sweat trickling down his forehead. He had that dream again. It's been five years since she had died, but he still couldn't get over her. If you'd see me now, you'd think I'm so pathetic, Draco thought. Running a hand through his hair, he looked at his bedside clock. Shit, I'm late. He immediately got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower, Draco hurried down the long and winding staircase of Malfoy Manor and to the dining room. What he saw was not the most beautiful sight anyone would see.

A pair of boys was loudly bickering on one corner, while a girl was trying to stop them. She, also, was practically shouting. Another boy, who was seated, looked oblivious with the situation since he was so engrossed with the book he was reading. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes as he got his wand from his pocket and pointed it to his throat.

"Enough!" His voice boomed, and the shouting ceased. "Thank you." He returned the wand back in his pocket. "Now, what went on here this time?"

"It's really Apollo's fault, Dad. He still hasn't packed his things when I told him to do so last night," one of the bickering boys, the eldest among the siblings, said as he sat down. Hades had inherited his father's looks, the usual Malfoy features. With his platinum-white blond hair and stormy grey eyes, he is a complete carbon copy of his father. He is already in his 3rd year at Hogwarts.

The boy he was fighting with rolled his eyes and snorted. "I've already fixed most of my things last night, O Great One," he hissed, sitting on the chair opposite Hades. "The things you saw in my room are those that I was leaving. Bloody know-it-all!"

"Would you stop it? Just shut up and start eating or else we're going to miss the train!" the girl said, sitting down beside him and shoving a piece of toast in his mouth. The boy could only glare at her as he tried to chew all the food inside his mouth.

Apollo and Artemis are Draco's fraternal twins. Both had their mother's black hair; the only difference (aside from the obvious) was their eyes. Apollo also had his father's grey, while Artemis inherited her mother's crystal blue eyes. She looked exactly like their mother. They were both entering their 2nd year at Hogwarts.

"You really should be ashamed of yourselves," Draco reprimanded. "Good thing Poseidon didn't join in, or else this house would be in total chaos."

Entering Hogwarts for the first time, Poseidon was the youngest among the Malfoy siblings. He had platinum-blond hair, but had blue eyes. He could always be found reading a book or another, making him the quietest. He rarely ever joined in his siblings' disputes, as he got along well with the other three. He still had his eyes glued to the book he was reading earlier.

As for Draco, he still looked young when he was really 31 years old already. His blond hair was no longer slicked back like it used to be, but let down, with his bangs falling on his eyes. He now works in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable. Before he could take another bite off his sandwich, the fire in the fireplace blazed and a woman stepped out of it.

"DRACO! Why haven't you been replying to my messages? I was starting to get worried!" the woman exclaimed, placing Draco's lips on hers. The children (Poseidon looked up from his book to see who came)cringed and glared at her. Draco pushed her away.

"Chanel, please, not in front of my children," Draco said, wiping the lipstick smudged on his lips with his table napkin. "And I've told you already, we're through. Now could you please get off me and get out of my house?"

"But, Draco, baby, you're kidding, right? You can't dump me, no one dumps Chanel Grey! Maybe you're not feeling well, maybe-"

"I'm feeling perfectly fine, thank you. And yes, I am dumping you. Now, please leave. The children still have to prepare for Hogwarts," Draco told her coldly.

Chanel glared at him, and if looks could kill, he'd be dead a thousand times over. "Remember this day, Draco Malfoy," she whispered venomously. "No one dumps Chanel Grey without paying for it!" And with that, she turned to the fireplace, took a pinch of Floo powder, and with a blaze of green fire, she was gone.

The whole room was silent for a few seconds, but Poseidon decided to break the ice. "That was rather harsh, Dad," he said. "Too harsh, even for her."

"Right you are, little brother," Apollo concurred. "Although I am glad you have come to your senses, Father. I mean, how could anyone enjoy having her around?"

"Apollo's right, Father," Hades said. Apollo puffed his chest up in pride. Hades merely rolled his eyes at him and continued. "If she stayed in this room for another second I could've puked. I honestly don't know what you saw in her."

"What about you, Artemis? Got any comments like your brothers here?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Well, they've pretty much said everything, so I can only say good riddance," Artemis said, taking a sip from her goblet.

"Hear, hear," her brothers unanimously said.

Draco only shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, hurry up, we leave at 10:25." He then stood up and made his leave.

Did you leave them with me to punish me, Gaea? He thought. Not that I'm complaining. But being a single father is a lot harder than my actual job! Well, I hope you're-

His train of thought was cut off by a crack! coming from the Entrance Hall and the appearance of his best friend, Blaise Zabini. He was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in Hogwarts.

"Hey, Drake," Blaise said.

"Hey, Blaise," Draco replied.

"How're the children?"

"Still as noisy as ever, with the exception of Poseidon, of course. What are you doing here?" Draco asked.

"Just dropping by to see if the Manor's still in one piece," Blaise said with a grin. "Well, I'll see you around in Hogsmeade, alright?"

"Right."

And with another crack, Blaise disapparated. Well, here we go again.

"Ah, the Hogwarts Express," Apollo sighed.

They have finally arrived at Platform 9 ¾ after another bout of bickering ("Give me my wand, Apollo, or I swear I'll hex you to the next century!" "How can you do that if your wand's with me?") and a lot of weird glances from the muggles in King's Cross ("Why do they always look at us like that? It's as though we've sprouted another head or something!"). They made their way past the crowd and got near one of the doors of the train.

"Behave yourselves, you lot, especially you, Apollo," Draco said, casting a meaningful glance at the boy mentioned. Apollo merely gave him a lopsided grin. "Look after Poseidon. He's in your charge now, you three. Be careful when practicing Quidditch. And just have fun, alright? Don't take school too seriously, you'd go insane if you do." Just then, the train gave a loud whistle to alert the students to enter the train already.

"You'd better go inside," Hugging each of the children, Draco shoved them inside the train. When the last children have already gone inside, the engine started to chug and move.

"Have a good year!" Draco shouted to his children as they got farther and farther from the station. He watched the train get smaller and smaller until it was gone. With a sigh, he turned to leave, but a shout stopped him.

"Draco!" He looked around to see Ron Weasley and Harry and Ginny Potter. He waved at them and started to walk towards them.

Hermione and Ron got married two years after the war. They have three children, two of which are already attending Hogwarts. Hermione replaced Professor McGonagall as Transfiguration teacher while Ron pursued Professional Quidditch. Harry and Ginny got married a year after Ron and Hermione and they have two children (twins) who are both attending Hogwarts as well. Harry continued with his plan of being an Auror and Ginny now works at St. Mungo's as Head Healer. Ginny is also currently pregnant with their third child.

"How are you? We heard you broke up with Chanel Grey. Is that true?" Ginny asked.

"I'm fine, thank you, Ginny, and yes, I broke up with her weeks ago. My children couldn't stand her," Draco said.

"You'd better be careful, she won't give you up that easily," Ron warned.

"Yes, well, as a matter of fact, she gave us a visit earlier this morning, but I told her to get out," Draco related.

"You really know how to break a woman's heart, don't you?" Harry said mockingly, then looked at his pocket watch. "Gin, we have to go. Tonks will have my head if I'm late again."

"I also need to go," Ron said. "We have practice at 11:15. See you around, Draco." And with that, he disapparated.

"Well, see you at the Ministry, Draco," Harry said. "I still have to drop her off to work. It's dangerous for her to apparate in her condition." Placing a hand on Ginny's shoulder and waving the other to Draco, they also disapparated.

"I'd best be off to work too," Draco said to himself, and disapparated to the Ministry of Magic.

"Welcome and welcome back to all of you!" Headmaster Remus Lupin's voice echoed all over the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Now, a reminder. The Forbidden Forest has its reasons for being called as such. Students are not allowed to stray inside the forest, unless it's for detention purposes. And also, it is my sad duty to tell you that our dear Professor Flitwick is no longer with us. He has passed away during the summer, but he will be replaced by a former student of mine, Professor Parkinson."

Claps thundered across the hall. Professor Parkinson stood up, gave a small nod and sat back down.

"And now, let the feast begin!" With a wave of his hand, loads of food appeared on the tables and the children immediately started eating.

"Look at Professor Parkinson," Apollo whispered to Hades at the Slytherin table. "All of the other professors seem to know her. Especially Professor Weasley and Uncle Blaise. D'you reckon Dad knows her too?"

"It's a possibility," Hades replied. "I'll write to Father about it later. Oh, for Merlin's sakes, stop eating like a pig, Apollo!"

Apollo had dug in, literally. His mouth was full, oil was visible in his lips and he had a drumstick on one hand and a shepherd's pie in the other. He tried to retort, but the words cannot be made out. Hades rolled his eyes at him and started eating.

The next morning, Draco received a letter from Hades.

Father,

Don't worry, we're all still in one piece. Poseidon was sorted in Slytherin. We thought he would be in Ravenclaw, the bookworm that he is, but it seems that he has inherited your cunning as well. We'll take care of him, don't worry.

Flitwick has died in the summer, and so we have a new Charms teacher. Her name's Professor Parkinson. Dunno her first name, though. All the other teachers seem to know her, Uncle Blaise more than the others. Do you know her, Dad? Did you go to school with her? Please tell us everything you know about her. Apollo's especially interested.

Reply soon, Dad. Take care always. Apollo, Artemis and Poseidon send their love.

Always,

Hades

Draco raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Parkinson? It can't be…"

A/N: There are some things I wanted to clear out. Some of the Slytherins (Draco, Blaise, Pansy, etc.) joined with the side of Light in the war against Voldemort. Draco has made amends with Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Order. Lucius, along with the other Death Eaters and Voldemort, is now dead. Pansy disappeared right after the war and no one has seen her since. Tonks is the Head of Aurors and she is married to Remus. Remus resumed his DADA post after the war until three years ago when McGonagall retired and he was made headmaster. Tell me what you think… is it crappy or nice or? I know I made some grammatical errors here and there, so just tell me. READ AND REVIEW, FOLKS!