It's been a while since a plot bunny and my muse got together.
This may not be totally compliant with my past fic's timeline other than a general adherence to J.K.R.'s world as I imagined it continuing.
Some things to know. I still follow her first statement that Ron helped George get the business up and running after the war, then became an auror.
I also ignore the play. Don't get me started.
As this is second generation centric, a rough outline might help.
Teddy Lupin is the oldest. After a partial gap year, he began auror training. At this time he is a full auror and married to Victoire.
Besides being married to Teddy, Victoire owns and runs a magical farming company. She started small, with just one farm, but is expanding rapidly.
Fred Weasley II, (son of George and Angelina Weasley) Dominique Weasley, (sister of Victoire, daughter of Bill and Fleur Weasley) and Molly Weasley II (daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley) are around the same age and graduated from Hogwarts at the same time. He is a beater for the Chudley Cannons. Dom is a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. Molly works for the ministry, in her father's department and hates it.
Next are James S. Potter, (Harry and Ginny Potter's oldest) a beater for the Cannons, Roxanne Weasley, (George and Angie's youngest) chaser for the Harpies and Molly's sister Lucy, currently wandering the world, working odd jobs and driving her father mad.
Next are Albus Potter, Harry and Ginny's second son, in his first year as the seeker for the Cannons. Rose Weasley, daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley, is rookie keeper for the Harpies and, much to their fathers surprise, madly in love with Scorpious Malfoy. Finally, Louis Weasley, last child and only son of Bill and Fleur, well... you will see.
Currently exahustedly studying for their N.E.W.T.s are Hugo Weasley, Ron and Hermione's son and Lilly L. Potter, daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter.
A tall, thin young man sat lost in thought on a pebble covered beach. If you looked closely tears traced his high cheekbones as the fell unheeded from startling blue eyes.
The beach was deserted, except for the lone figure, who sat hugging his knees to his chest. The wind, salt spray and a fine mist whipped his dark grey trench coat and plastered the fine curly hair to his head.
He was the embodiment of abject sorrow and misery and the weather, slightly off shore, seemed to reflect his mood. Lightening flashed and thunder rumbled from heavily laden purple-grey clouds.
Yet he seemed unaware of the tempest sending ever more violent waves crashing and churning towards the shore. He did not even flinch when a sudden, loud crack echoed off the high cliffs behind him.
As if appearing from thin air a slightly older man, taller than the first, more muscular and longer of limb, wearing the same style and color of coat approached the huddled figure. Sinking down beside the younger man, with what appeared to be a wince of pain, he draped a long arm around him.
There was no resistance as Teddy Lupin pulled his brother in law into a one arm hug. Louis Weasley, year one auror trainie, buried his face in the older man's chest and sobbed as the weak sun sank into the inky sea.
Meanwhile, two men were sitting across from each other. Between them was a battered desk, piled high with papers and files. The office was not much larger than a couple of broom closets shoved together and was made to feel smaller by the filing cabinets lining one wall.
A bulletin and white board covered the opposite wall, while the one behind Harry was made entirely of shelves. An eclectic mixture of books, children's drawings and moving photographs crowded it's every available surface.
On the last wall near the doorway hung another dark grey trench coat. A matching one was carelessly flung over an empty third chair.
Both men were intently reading files. A tall, muscular redhead, Ron Weasley, chief auror trainer, paused to make notations on what appeared to be post it notes, placing them on to the pages as he read.
Behind the desk sat Harry Potter, chief auror. Thin yet muscular and medium height, with a crop of unruly black hair, he was making notes on what appeared to be a thin glass sheet, approximately the size of a hard back book. As he wrote with a stylus, a soft whirling could be heard from a larger drawer in the desk.
From outside the open door could be heard the usual hum of a well run office, just a bit subdued.
Harry put the file, tablet and stylus into his top drawer, after a quick wand movement the satisfying click of a lock was heard. He leaned back in the chair, pushed his oval, black wire frame glasses up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Pointing his wand at the white board it was instantly cleaned then, just as quickly, a flow chart appeared. The top priority case had just changed.
Ron looked up and grimaced, "The first homicide is always the hardest. To have it be someone so young…"
Harry looked closely at his friend and colleague, "You're worried about Louis and Scorpious." More of a statement than a question.
Ron nodded grimly, "No matter how we try to prepare them it's still difficult to not let it affect you. But, then again, you have to care in this job. It's just finding the balance between caring and burnout."
Harry sat, lost in thought, then answered, "What would you wager that Teddy made sure your Rosie knew just enough to be ready for Scorpious when he got home and is with Louis right now?"
Ron answered, "That would be a sucker bet. Ted has a way with the trainees that has impressed me. When I finally tell you to chuck this job, he could be a great trainer."
Harry grinned slightly, "He reminds me of a redheaded git who promised to buy me dinner since we our wives are chasing their own careers tonight."
Ron stood and streached. Grabbing his carelessly discarded coat from the chair he headed out the door, files in hand. "Let me lock up my office. Do you fancy curry?"
Harry nodded, just down from his London home was a source of excellent takeaway. "You're kipping at my place right? Lee's special is on tonight, I'd like to hear his insights on this season. Maybe they will show that highlight of Rosie's shutout. Don't tell your sister, but I'm kind of glad she's covering United and the Bats tomorrow. Watching her try to be neutral when she covers the Cannons/Harpies matches just hurts."