So, here's a new story to wet your appetites. This is a story I've been working on for a while, and I never really got around to posting it. This is about, not only Harry, Ron and Hermione and all them, but about their kids as well. While their kids are at school, the trio have their own adventures. And I'm not sure if this is going to be slash yet. We'll see. Read on, freshness lovers, read on.
Ron Weasley was going off his rocker.
He had slept through his alarm, and when he finally dragged himself out of bed, he not only realized that it was September First, but that he had twelve kids in his living room, supervised by his sister, Ginny.
"What are they doing here!" Ron demanded, haphazardly pulling on his robes and pouring boiling water into a tea cup. Ginny pursed her lips, looking like their old Transfiguration teacher, Minerva McGonagall, and rolled her eyes.
"What do you think?" she asked, pulling out a package of tea leaves. "You've been appointed chaperone. You have to get the kids to King's Cross Station by eleven. Which," she added, "is in an hour."
Ron yelped and nearly scalded himself with hot water before dashing back upstairs again, heading for the twins' room. Ron had been the lucky Weasley child who received twins. His wife, Louise, had given birth to a girl named Lael and a boy named Tony, their only children before Louise died of Leukemia. The twins had turned eleven in January, and would begin their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Between Ron and his siblings, eleven children had been born. Fred and George married identical twins Tory and Holly Stabler (respectively). Tory gave birth to three sons, Alcuin, Baird, and Charis, while Holly had been tragically barren. Bill had married Fleur Delacour and produced Elvira Weasley, the only Weasley who didn't possess the trademark red hair and freckles. Elvira had taken after her mother, and had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Percy had married Penelope Clearwater and sired Percy Jr., who was (unfortunately for Ron) the spitting image of his father in every way. Ginny married Nick Thatcher, a curse breaker who had worked with Bill in Egypt (Bill introduced the two), and they had two daughters, Emily and Rosaline, and a son named Horatio, who was starting his first year as well.
And then things got a bit complicated.
Charlie Weasley, the second oldest, went to America for a few months on business. There he met Casey O'Connor, a sprightly woman just out of college. She was a Muggle, but Charlie was unruffled by this. He brought her back to England, where she charmed Molly Weasley, and they got married the next April and gave birth to a boy named Nigel the next April.
Nigel was starting his fourth year at Hogwarts. In his first year, he'd shared a compartment with a girl named Reyna Malfoy, daughter of Ron's school enemy, Draco Malfoy. Reyna and Nigel hit off with a bang, and were thick as thieves by the time the train stopped. Reyna was nothing like her father (or her mother, Pansy Parkinson, for that matter) and was sorted into Gryffindor. Furious, her father sent her a letter informing her that he was cutting off all ties with her. Distressed, Reyna told Nigel, who told Casey, who immediately decided that Reyna would become an honorary Weasley. So Reyna has lived with them for three summers, completely out of touch with Pansy and Draco. Ron was dying to see Draco's reaction when he found out his daughter had been "adopted" by the Weasleys.
Probably what was most unfortunate was that Fred and George seemed to have permanently imprinted themselves, because all the new Weasleys, except for Elvria, Alcuin, and Percy, were exactly like them, a nightmare for all.
The twins' trunks were nowhere to be found, so Ron barreled down the stairs into living room. "Where are your--? Oh." Ron was surprised to see that the twins' trunks were already downstairs, waiting.
"Alcuin made us get them while you were still sleeping," Lael explained, noting the surprised look on her father's face. Ron shot a grateful look at his nephew, who inclined his head in return, and hurried into the kitchen.
"Breakfast is on the table," Ginny said, nodding to the small round table for three, where a plate of toast, eggs, bacon, and a cup of tea waited.
"You prepared all this that fast?" Ron demanded, surprised. Ginny rolled her eyes at her older brother.
"Ronnikins, we're wizards for a reason," she said with a smirk. Ron scowled at her use of his mother's nickname for him, but he had already piled half the food into his mouth, so he couldn't talk. Ginny checked her watch, a prettily twisting silver band with a small square face, which Nicholas had given her on their most recent anniversary. "It's ten thirty-two. Hurry up and finish that. I brought some extra Floo powder, just in case you were low. We should probably leave now if we want to make it in time."
Ginny had turned into a regular mom, that's for sure. Ron had been surprised at just how matronly she could get, but after Louise died, Ginny had dropped in for weekly checkups, practically raising the twins. Ron teased her about her motherly personality, but Ron and Ginny both knew that he would've been lost without her.
"All right, I'm done," Ron said, gulping down his tea. He shuddered at its strength (Nicholas like his tea extra-strong, so that's how Ginny always made it) and hurried to the living room. Ginny produced a bag of glittering green powder and held it out for the kids to use.
Each child took a pinch off Floo powder and dashed it into the fire. Then they struggled to squeeze into the fireplace with their trunk, and any pets they had, before shouting "Number Nine King's Cross!" which was an abandoned house across from King's Cross Station. Percy Sr., using his connections in the Ministry, managed to connect the fireplace up to the Floo Network for the Weasley family's use. Ginny and Ron Apparated to the house after all the children had gone, and then they set off across the street, trunks in tow, to King's Cross Station.
King's Cross was always busy, and today was no different. The Weasley kids were quite used to Muggles due to Casey, but Ron was endlessly fascinated by them, much like his own father had been. Therefore Ginny had to sharply hurry him along to platforms nine and ten. In between the platforms was a plain steel wall, and they gathered around it.
"Right, Ginny, you go with Emily, Rosi, and Horatio," Ron instructed while pretending to be examining a nearby sign of arrivals. Ginny ushered the Thatcher children toward the wall, and they seemingly-casually leaned against it. Thirty seconds later, they had sunk through it.
"Alcuin, Baird, Charis, you next."
The three brothers repeated the process, followed by Percy, Elvira, Nigel, and Reyna. Ron and the twins were the last to pass through the wall, onto Platform Nine-and-three-quarters.
The scarlet Hogwarts Express whistled shrilly in warning. The students of Hogwarts scurried to get their things on the train and hug their parents goodbye. Ron made sure that his charges were squared away before hugging them all.
"You two be good," Ron said, squatting down in front of the twins. The gave their father the most innocent look either of them could muster, but Ron snorted. "I'm too old to fall for that look. Now, try not to cause too much trouble. Don't fight any kids or anything. And write to me as often as you can." He knew that the twins probably wouldn't write him even once a month, but he said it anyway. "At least send me a letter telling me what house you're in." The twins scoffed.
"We'll be in Gryffindor, Dad," Tony said with an eye-roll, as if this was the most obvious thing. Which, he had a sort of point, considering every Weasley since anyone could remember had been in Gryffindor.
"Atta' boy," Ron said, fondly ruffling Tony's red hair. Tony scowled and Lael laughed. Ron hugged his kids one last time and rushed them onto the train just as the doors were closing. The twins poked their heads out the window to wave, and Ron kept waving until the twins were out of sight.
"First year?" someone asked. Ron stood up and turned to the speaker. His jaw dropped in surprise. The speaker was tall and lean with messy black hair and brilliant green eyes behind round spectacles.
"You still haven't gotten rid of those glasses?" Ron blurted. Harry Potter chuckled at his old friend's greeting.
"Typical," he said with mock-hurt. "You don't even say 'hi.'" Ron shook his head and pulled Harry into a rib-cracking hug. Harry had decided to travel Europe after the war, and Ron hadn't kept in touch except for sending and receiving Christmas cards. He'd been too occupied with Louise.
"Sorry mate. I just figured you'dve gotten rid of them by now," Ron said, releasing his friend. Harry touched his glasses lightly.
"What can I say? They have sentimental value," he said with a shrug. Ron snorted.
"Right. What say we go and have a coffee, catch up?" he suggested. Harry grinned and Ron and Harry Apparated to Diagon Alley.