I don't know why but I love this idea.

Shout out to Child of Dreams: I am also a Pukwudgie! :)

Also, I messed up a bit. Molly II and Lucy are not the same age and I wrote that they were haha oops?


"What were you thinking?" Harry demanded, advancing on his son.

"We want to fight!" James said, and there were sounds of agreements from the others around him.

"So you went off alone?" Tonks demanded. "Teddy, why would you go with them?"

Teddy shrugged. "I wanted to see exactly where they were going."

"We have a right to fight." Albus said.

"Exactly, like we said earlier- we're the same age as half of you were during the beginning of the war." Roxanne said, folding her dark arms over her chest.

"Most of us are overage." Fred II added to his sister's statement.

"Actually about half." George II said. "But, our point still stands."

Harry exchanged a look with Ginny, but it was Hermione who spoke. "Perhaps we should let them." She said.

"Hermione-" Ron began, looking at his wife in shock. "Hugo is 14. Rose is 16. They're too young."

"Ginny was 16." Hermione said. "Ultimately, I think it should be their choices. They know the risks."

"Hermione, these are our kids." Harry said.

"And we were also someone's child- or children- when we fought." Hermione said firmly. "And honestly, if the plan was to simply summon You Know Who here, your group is a little small to fight him and his Death Eaters. And so is ours."

"Hermione, our children." Angelina said.

"Your children are over age, Angelina. Will you force them to leave?" Hermione asked.

"Girls." Percy said to his daughters. "You can choose. Fight, or don't fight."

The girls looked at each other. "I'll be 17 in a few weeks." Molly II finally said. "I want to fight, but Lucy, you're only-"

"I want to fight." The 15 year old in question said.

The widowed father nodded, but said no more. They were, after all, as headstrong as their mother had been.

"Rose, Hugo-" Hermione began.

"We're fighting." Hugo said, standing straighter.

Ron paled a bit, but said nothing.

"Albus, Lily- I'd prefer you didn't." Harry said, sounding defeated- as if he knew what they'd say.

"With all due respect, Dad, I want to fight." Albus said.

"Me too." Lily said, nodding.

The parents looked ready to argue, but said nothing. After all, those who still had underage children had just given them the choice, and they chose to fight.

"How do we get the attention of You Know Who, then?" Tonks asked.

Harry opened the shop door, stepping into the street. The others followed, unsure of what he was doing. Harry turned to look at them, and then took a deep breath.

"Voldemort."