Ok I'm going to apologise now for a fairly long authors note but there's things I need to say first.

1. I'm not a Hermione/Harry shipper, which is exactly why I chose them two. I wanted to challenge myself.

2. Also this will be in first person, I want to see if it helps you relate more to the characters.

3. This is named after a Flaming Lips song, and each chapter will be named after a song- and I will say the artist for you.

4. Finally, I tweeked JK's aging of the characters slightly. This takes place 17 years later, and I'll write the school years of the children.

Teddy Lupin- Seventh year

Victoire Weasley- Fifth year

Dominique Weasley- Third Year

James Sirius Potter- Fifth year

Albus Severus Potter- Third year

Lily Luna Potter- First year

Scorpius Malfoy- First year

Rose Weasley- Third year

Hugo Weasley- First year

Molly Weasley II- Fourth year (Percy's daughter)

Lucy Weasley- Second year (Percy's daughter)

Fred Weasley II- Sixth year (George's daughter)

Roxanne Weasley- Second year (George's daughter)

ok finished now, i promise.

She wasn't the "prettiest witch of her year" now was she? I could see her, glaring at me from under a heavy black moustache and heavy eyebrows, whilst she sported similar glasses to mine. When I tipped the frame she glared at me and shouted abuse which I could not hear, as she was only a photograph of the devil herself. I drew little flames at the bottom and put devil horns on her, which only made her angrier, and made me snigger to myself.

"Harry mate, do you really think I'm going to stand there and let you deface a picture of my sister?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes and tugging the portrait of of my hands. He pulled out his wand and tapped the glass, removing the improvements to her fat head.

I shrugged then took it back off him and put it in the box it was meant to be in. The box was filled with photographs, the newspaper cutting of their trip to Egypt, a picture of Hugo and Rose and one of the "Golden Trio" as they had been dubbed at the time of the photograph. Now it wasn't so much of a trio as a double act.

"Is it weird, at the age of 34, to be finally moving all your things out of your childhood room?" I asked him, with enough innocence as we stared at the stripped room. Long gone were the days of clashing orange covers and walls with comics about a muggle on the windowsill.

"Yeah, well, I've been busy" Ron said defensively, lazily flicking his wand to make the boxes float along behind him, with me bringing up the rear.

He was always so defensive now, like I was going to judge him for any thing which may be less than perfect, which was a little insulting after everything they had been through together.

"It's not an attack, Ron" I felt like I needed to remind him.

"I know, I know, it's just I never see Hermione anymore. Not even when I'm dropping the kids off" he sighed, before grabbing me and apparating us back to his house.

I stared around, I'd not seen his new house yet. It was fairly simple, yet homely which was very like Ron. We walked to his room before dumping his boxes on his bed, and I sat on it whilst I watched him unpack. He'd moved out of home about three years ago, when Hermione trusted him to look after their children on his own. But this house was new, as he'd been making more money now after finally completing training to be an auror after years of taking odd jobs and stints in Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

"Why don't you see her?"

"I don't know myself, she doesn't seem to live anywhere either, only takes the kids out about twice a week then brings them back. It's the weirdest thing. I don't get it either, because Mum has finally forgiven her"

That had been a massive factor as to why he and Ron never saw Hermione any more, Mrs. Weasley. In her opinion, if Hermione and Ron could casually meet up to have sex then they could be in a relationship, especially if they'd had two children together. She thought very little of having a child out of wedlock, and begged them to marry when Hermione was pregnant the first time. The even odder thing was that I was still accepted into the family, despite everything.

I could sense Ron was quickly becoming depressed with the subject so I smiled at the next thing he was about to unpack and pulled them out the box. It was the chocolate frog cards of me, him and Hermione. When it had been advertised at a quidditch match him and Ron were at that they were the newest cards Ron had ran down the snack area and bought about eighty of them. When he returned he opened the first one to find the card of me, by his fifth one he'd found Hermione. Unfortunately for Ron he was chocolate frog number 74 and also violently sick, all over a pretty girl he'd been flirting with earlier.

He looked slightly green as I drew the cards out of the box. "Harry, I don't want to see them again for as long as I live"

"Not going to display them on your wall?" I asked innocently.

He threw me a dark look then chucked them in the chest of drawers he was filling, then carried on piling in various things from their time at Hogwarts.

"Who's getting the Marauders map then?" Ron asked, now pulling out his photographs and placing them at various points of the room. Pausing slightly at the one of the three of them.

"I'm not giving it to either of them, it wouldn't be fair. But I know full well who has it right now" I grinned, thinking about my son and how he was easily living up to the expectations of the two men who he was named after.

"James then" Ron grinned back, his children and my children would play together when they were young. It was inevitable really, if they hadn't of gotten along we would have made them.

"How do you feel about going back?" Ron called over a bit later, attempting to look at me over his shoulder.

I sighed slightly. "I don't know really, I want to get back to school but I hate the transfiguration professor they've had the past few years, she's no Mcgonagall"

"Maybe there will be a new one? Plus you get to see your kids more" Ron said lightly.

"I suppose there's that" I grinned again, I'd definitely be able to watch out for them.

"Two more days" Ron said, sadly. His youngest child, Hugo would be going up this time leaving Ron without them.

"I'll look out for him" I said, practically reading his thoughts.

"Thanks mate" he grinned pulling out the final item, it was his Krum action figure with the broken arm. His grin fell and let it fall back in the box.

It was the usual September 1st at Kings Cross, full of muggles going to work and as usual on that date wizards scattered in the middle of the unsuspecting ones. I fought my way through flanked by my three children, Ron and his two. James was showing off as usual, strutting down the platform like a celebrity, which shifted a sigh from me. Albus was just quiet as usual, pushing his luggage and examining the trains. Then there was Lily, who was walking alongside Hugo as they chattered nervously to each other, the pair of them couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts but now it was here they were terrified. They reached platform 9 and 3/4 much quicker than they had done when they were young and let James go first. James was always the one who didn't run, merely continue his strut down the platform. Then Albus and Rose went together, but they opted for leaning against the barrier and pretending to talk before falling through. Then finally Lily left Hugo's side and clutched at my hand, as Hugo looked nervously up at his father.

"You go first" I said to Ron, who nodded then spoke words of encouragement to Hugo before running with him. Then Lily and I followed, her whole body radiating nervous excitement until we emerged onto the other side and stood face-to-face with the huge scarlet train. She beamed up at it, and I stroked her hair. I was glad to be back really.

The smile left me quickly however as I saw the very sight I didn't want to see. There she was, Ginny Weasley. Her red hair flowing in its waterfall way down her back, her eyes strong and brown. I examined her outfit that was a little too lowcut for her age, and for being a mother, and her knee length skirt showing off her legs. I hated the ground she walked on and she knew it as she met me stiffly.

"Harry"

"Ginny"

James broke the uncomfortable tension by running to his mother and catching her round her thin frame, giving her a hug. She smiled and kissed his head, before he ran off in search of his friends. Lily and Albus gave each other a look before slipping off, in search of whatever red haired relative they could find.

"Harry, I want you to meet my new boyfriend" Ginny said, her curt performance had slipped and now she seemed nervous.

"Hiya Harry" came the horrifically familiar voice of no other than Dean Thomas. He stood tall and muscular, his skin flawless and dark, he was of course perfect as he had been at school.

"Dean" I said, giving him a sneer that would make Draco Malfoy proud.

I heard an audible sigh from Ginny as she surveyed the scene with disappointment, but that bitch's opinion means nothing to me- at least not anymore.

"So what do you get up to these days?" I asked him, watching Ginny be lured into a false sense of relief that I was inquiring into what his life was like.

"I do physical therapy at the hospital, I believe that magic only gets you so far- then again I grew up practically a muggle born!" he answered brightly, even going for a laugh after initial unease.

I didn't like having to be so harsh to Dean, I liked Dean. But to irritate Ginny the best way would be through him, he'd understand he was a nice guy. Then again as I examined a clear set of muscles behind the thin material of his shirt I wasn't sure that was safe. But I could take him in a duel.

"Cute" I replied as false as I could manage, which quickly made his grin slip slightly.

"Come on Dean, we'll see the kids off" Ginny said sharply, steering Dean away but staring daggers at me.

I smirked slightly at her before finding Ron, who wasn't hard to spot with his bright red hair glowing down the platform and wandering over to him as he did all the checks Hermione was usually there to do. I frowned as I realised it was he who was doing it and not Hermione, she always turned up without fail on leaving day to tearfully wave them off. In fact, Harry hadn't seen her since the last time. Her and Ron had had a big argument, which neither of them would speak of, and hadn't spoken since other than to pass the children between them. Similar to how things happened at Hogwarts, when Ron fell out with her I would too.

"Where's Hermione?" I asked him out loud.

He pulled a face "Said she couldn't be here, owled me last night with an apology but had the nerve to say it didn't matter anyway. Couldn't even be bothered to see her children off"

"It's Hermione, there will be some complicated reason" I shrugged, turning to give my ex-niece and goddaughter a hug before she finally gave her father a long one. With that Rose Weasley was on the train, in search of her friends.

Ron bent down to look Hugo in his terrified eyes before saying "You'll be alright Hu, you have Harry looking out for you. As well as your cousins and Teddy"

"I have more than them" he replied quietly, a little smile on his face.

"Who?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Can't say"

With a perplexed look Ron was about to ask more but the train gave a great whistle, signalling it would be leaving. In short time Ginny had appeared at their side, flanked by Dean and Lily.

"Did James and Albus leave without saying goodbye?" I asked, a little hurt.

Ginny smirked "You'll be seeing them in a few hours, you can even tuck them up in bed if it makes you feel better-"

I looked pointedly down at Lily, it wasn't good for her to feel all this tension and negativity all the time. Ginny bit back the end of her retort before bending down to look eye to eye with her only daughter.

"You have a fun year sweetheart, don't get into any trouble and don't listen to anything your brothers tell you"

I bent down, reluctantly, to join her. Privately I agreed with the end of her advice, Albus who had initially been terrified of being a Slytherin and constantly teased by his brother had turned into a younger version of him, the more his hormones kicked in the more irritating he got.

"Your mum's right sweetheart, and if you need anything you can come see me in my office whenever. But," I added grudgingly "If it's more of a girly problem then make sure you owl your mum, I don't want to hear anything about the red sea errupting"

I could hear Ron, Hugo and Dean's laughter as they watched what could almost be mistaken for a pair of happy parents telling their children what to do. But after the chat, and after two final hugs the pair boarded the train and after slightly manic waving the image was broken and they stepped apart, Ginny and Dean walking over to greet George, Percy, Percy's wife (I could never remember her name), Angelina, Bill, Louis and Fluer. I watched Ginny walk over to embrace Fleur and couldn't help but fondly remember her lovely nickname for her, "Phlegm" if I remembered rightly.

"You don't have to always be so angry towards her, Harry" Ron said, quite softly. I turned reluctantly to my best friend, his expression was unreadable.

"Or you to Hermione" I reminded him, seeing a flicker of pain at the name. "You love her Ron"

"I don't Harry, we were just a few drunken shags. Nothing more" Ron shrugged casually, much like his and Hermione's "encounters".

Deciding it was probably best to change the subject I asked instead "So are you lot heading to the burrow?"

"Yeah" Ron smiled slightly, "Mum's getting a bit of empty nest syndrome, Louis is the only of her grandchildren who won't be at school"

Checking the big clock on the platform it would appear I needed to be heading to Hogwarts. "Alright mate, I'm going to have to go now if I want to be unpacked before the feast"

"Yeah, yeah they're growing impatient too," Ron said, indicating to his family who were watching them. "I'll owl you when I can get to Hogsmeade, and we could meet up with Hagrid and Neville or something"

"That sounds great," I grinned, stepping forward to tightly embrace my best friend before stepping apart. He grinned one last time then walked over towards the large group of people next to the barrier to the Muggle world. I waved to them briefly before apparating out of London and back to the one place I always saw as home.