Disclaimer: I actually own some of the characters for once! I only own Lynie, Chandler, Perseus, Adam, and Elaine. All other thoughts and characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Just so everybody knows, I don't care if I didn't name Harry's kids after the names in the books. Everybody is alive in this story. And I can make it that way if I want it.

12 Years Later

Seamus and Dean were sitting on the Hogwarts Express, on their way back to their old school, where their son, Chandler, was starting his first year. He had gotten his acceptance letter, and was thrilled. Their daughter, Lynie, who was seven, was sleeping in the same compartment. Her head was lying in Dean's lap. Dean ran his hands through her dark hair. Lynie took after Dean, and Chandler took after Seamus.

"I can't believe Chand's starting his first year at Hogwarts already." Seamus said, sounding a bit choked up. Dean put a comforting arm around Seamus' shoulders, and hugged him to him.

"I know, Shay. I can't believe it either." Dean agreed with his husband. Seamus leaned his head onto Dean's shoulder, and closed his eyes. 'At least Lynie has a few years to go before we have to let her go. At least we can see Chandler grow up more, seeing as how we're teachers there. Dean being the Muggle Studies teacher, and me being the quidditch instructor.' Seamus smiled at that thought, and fell asleep. Dean kissed the Irish man's forehead, and fell asleep along with them.

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"Chandler Finnigan-Thomas!" McGonagal called out, reading off of the list. Talk could be heard all over the Great Hall. 'Finnigan-Thomas? Professor Finnigan and Professor Thomas had a kid?' 'Ooh, he's cute! Maybe it's because he's Professor Thomas and Professor Finnigan's off-spring.' 'No way! Thomas and Finnigan CAN'T be together!' 'Oh shut up, Ashley! They weren't going to date you, anyway!' McGonagal put the Sorting Hat on Chandler's head.

"Hm," the hat contemplated, "You'd do well in Gryffindor!" the hat said the last word loudly. The Gryffindor table cheered and clapped at full volume. Chandler smiled, and sat down next to his already best friend, Adam. Adam was tall, had black hair, and silver eyes, with high cheekbones, and a feeling of confidence surrounding him. He was in the same year as Chandler. Adam patted Chandler on the back, and congratulated him on getting into Gryffindor. Chandler's blue eyes held happiness. He knew his parents would be proud. They already told him they didn't care what house he was put into, as long as he was happy.

"Hey, isn't that your brother, Adam?" Chandler asked Adam, pointing at the blond haired green-eyed boy waiting to be sorted. Adam nodded enthusiastically. His younger twin brother (by a minute) looked at him, and Adam gave him an encouraging thumbs up. His brother smiled, and waited for his name to be called. The wait wasn't long.

"Perseus Malfoy-Potter." McGonagal said. Adam's brother walked up to the seat, and sat down. Minerva put the Sorting Hat onto Percy's head.

"Slytherin!" The hat announced. The Slytherin table cheered. Percy passed by Adam, and high-fived him. He sat down next to Elaine Zabini. Elaine half-hugged Percy, and whispered a quiet congratulations in his ear. Percy thanked her. The sorting continued until every firstie had a home. Whether it be in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, or Slytherin.

Months later, during Transfiguration class, McGonagal was teaching the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years about how to transfigure a quill into a pen. Adam raised his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy-Potter?"

"Minnie, McGoogles, Min, McGonnie, Minnie-poo, I have a confession to make." McGonagal raised an eyebrow. Adam took this as an encouragement.

"You see, I think that I'm in love with you. I love the way you take control, and your lips purse into a thin, white line, the skin on your forehead creasing with anger. It gives me the tingles. You're in my dreams. Normally you give me detention, but you don't want to know what we do in those detentions." Here, Adam gave her a wink, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I love the big words you use. You're just so smart. I like it when you transfigure into your cat form, too. That's bloody brilliant. I like the way your eyes shine when you give out homework. I like it when you smile. That's a good feature on you. Your smile, I mean. I was wanting to know something though, Professor." Adam went and got down on one knee in front of McGonagal, and grabbed her hand. He reached into his pocket, and produced a green velvet box. He opened said box, and there was a diamond ring, shining in the light of the sun. Adam looked into Minerva's eyes, fake love and mirth gleaming in his silver eyes.

"Will you do me the honor of marrying me, Minnie McGoogles?" He asked, looking at Minerva with an expectant face. McGonagal stood in her spot, feet rooted in the ground. Then she unexpectantly burst out laughing. She laughed until her sides hurt, and tears were streaming down her face. Adam laughed with her. Then the class followed suit. McGonagal wiped away her tears, let out a few giggles, and said,

"Twenty points to Gryffindor, for making me enjoy my days at Hogwarts." Adam smiled brightly, and went back to his seat. McGonagal continued her lesson, in a happy mood. By the time lunch rolled around, half the school had heard about the Transfiguration escapade. Everybody laughed with Adam as he retold the story over and over. Chandler rolled his eyes, and smiled at his friend. 'I'm so glad he's my best friend.' Chandler thought as he walked with Adam to the Great Hall to get some lunch.

Author's Ramble (once again): Okay, here's the second part of the story. I thought it was funny, and I know it was more about Seamus and Dean's kid than it was them, but this is what I meant by a second chapter. If I feel up to it, I might make a sequel about Chandler's life at Hogwarts. In his point of view. Then maybe one in Lynie's point of view as she starts going to Hogwarts with her older brother. Just a mere thought, though. Reviews would be fantastic, and flames will be used to roast my marshmallows to golden-y perfection. And to warm my hot cocoa as I sit and make more stories that come to me. Thanks

xxxJStarxxx