Author's Note: Well, now I can tell who reads my author's notes and who doesn't, because I got comments asking why there was a chapter on Ginny/Harry when I clearly put it in the A/N that I was doing a chapter for each family. Interesting. Anyways, not Rowling and thanks for reading and reviewing.

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Fifteen years later…

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Ron was carrying a pot of tea and two mugs out to his wife, who was reading under the shade of the weeping willow that grew outside their backdoor, when he tripped over something very solid laying on the ground. As he yelled in shock, the tea and cups went flying into the air and were about a foot from the ground when the froze in midair and slowly righted themselves before floating over to the small table, at which a tall boy with short, straight red hair sat, barely looking up from his book to see the source of the commotion. Luna walked over, her wand out, hovering the tea and cups until they rested gently on the table. She made her way over to her husband, sprawled on the ground, and the girl lying on the grass next to him, thoroughly unperturbed by the fact that she was the cause of her father nearly breaking his neck. She helped Ron up and looked down at her older daughter, Anomallie, who was staring up at the sky, her wavy strawberry blonde hair fanned out around her head like a halo.

"Mallie, sweetie, what are you doing down there? You nearly killed your father."

Anomallie looked over at Luna with a surprised look that seemed permanently etched on her face due to her wide, protuberant blue eyes that were so much like her mother's. "Oh. So that's what that was. Oh. Sorry Daddy," she said, looking around at her father, who was sitting up now, trying to steady himself.

"That's alright, Mal," he said, smiling fondly at her.

"Your tea is getting cold," said a bored voice from above Ron. He looked around to see his eldest, Hugo, who had made this announcement without looking up from his textbook, in which he was making copious notes.

"Hugh, you realize school doesn't start for a month, right?" Ron said, standing up and peering at the textbook over his son's shoulder.

Hugo sighed exasperatedly. "Less than a month, Dad. Hardly enough time to get through all my textbooks before the year starts. I should have started two months ago. I'm terribly behind." Hugo was the aberration in the family. While his brother and sisters were very sweet, but a little out there, Hugo was driven, hard-working, and obsessed with perfection. As Ron had put it many times, "It's like we got another Percy. Thank Merlin Hugo is less of a prat, though." It had surprised no one when the Sorting Hat had barely touched his head before placing him into Ravenclaw. Luna smiled at her son and ruffled his hair, earning an aggravated "MUM!" from him. Luna then sat down next to her daughter and looked up at the sky as well.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"I'm looking at the interesting patterns the clouds are making. See, that one looks like a dragon. I'm thinking of painting this later." Anomallie was the Gryffindor and the artist of the family, constantly painting and sketching. Her artwork filled the house and she repainted her room about every two weeks.

"I don't think it looks like a dragon," said a small, sing-song voice to Anomallie's and Luna's right. They looked around to see the youngest of the family standing there, staring up at the sky, a few twigs and leaves sticking out of her curly strawberry blonde hair, hinting at the tree climbing she must have just finished. "It looks more like a merryfingle to me. But definitely one with horns." She gazed up happily at the sky as Anomallie turned around and caught Hugo's eye, who shrugged, matching her look that clearly said "Whatever." Her older brother and sister did not have much patience for Aurora, but they never said anything on the off-chance it might upset her. Aurora had been an accident that had happened two years after her older brother, August, had been born. Luna's last pregnancy had not been an easy one, and they had almost lost not only Aurora, but Luna as well. As a premature baby, she had needed to stay at St. Mungo's for almost three months before she was strong enough to go home. Since her birth, she had always been a bit odder than the rest of the family, which was saying something as these were Luna's children. She, like Luna, saw creatures that everyone else said were not real, and she talked to people who weren't there, bursting into tears when someone tried to tell her that her friends were only in her head. Her brother August was fiercely protective of her and doted on her constantly. He had assigned himself to be her body guard of sorts and had gotten into several fights with people who had teased her, despite the fact that he was in the peace-loving house of Hufflepuff.

August ambled up to the rest of the family and patted his little sister on the head. "It looks just like a merryfingle. But where do you see the horns? I'm missing them." Ron smiled at his son, resting his hands on August's shoulders, which were broader than his brother's. Unlike his brother, who was built long and lanky like Ron, complete with long nose and straight hair, August was shorter and stockier, with a pleasant face, clear blue eyes, and ridiculously curly red hair. He was not one to be judged on appearance, however, as his shorter build was backed up by his incredible strength, which had earned him a place on his house quidditch team this past year as a beater, even though it was generally unheard of for a second year to make such a difficult position. As the family looked up at the sky happily (except for Hugo, who was glued to his book), five specks were seen heading towards them.

"Look! Owls!" cried Aurora happily.

"They must be your school letters!" said Luna, smiling dreamily as the owls zoomed towards them.

"Why are there five?" asked August curiously. "There are only four kids."

"If you wait a second, you'll find out," muttered Hugo tersely.

"Oh bugger off," said August.

"You bugger off, git," replied Hugo without missing a beat.

"Berk."

From the outside looking in, it would seem as though the brothers didn't like each other, but anyone who knew them knew this was a normal occurrence, only given away by the slight grins tugging at the corners of both boys' mouths. As the owls landed and dropped the letters, Luna distributed the school letters before opening the last one.

"Ron, Molly wrote," she said, scanning the letter.

"What about?" he said, looking up quizzically from his cup of tea.

"Dinner tonight."

"Has she cancelled it? Please say yes."

Luna smacked him lightly on the back of the head with the letter, smiling as she admonished, "No! That's terrible. She just asked that we bring some drinks."

"And here I was, getting hopeful." Ron grinned at Mallie, who had been standing on a chair to read over her mother's shoulder.

"And she says nothing with lots of sugar, because Sirius and Albus get hyper," quoted Anomallie.

"Dinner at the Burrow? Excellent! I need to polish my broom so we can play a game tonight!" August ran off, Aurora skipping behind him, humming a tune.

"We're leaving soon, so you two should get ready," Luna said to Hugo and Anomallie, kissing her daughter on the top of the head.

"But, but, but I've got three chapters left!" cried Hugo.

"And they will still be there tomorrow, Hugh. Now go get ready. Don't make me hide your book."

Hugo gasped. "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" asked Ron, grinning. "Now go get ready." Luna watched her kids head off into the house and rested her head against Ron's chest as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"It's going to be odd, having them all off to Hogwarts this year," said Luna wistfully.

"Don't worry, love," Ron said, kissing the top of her head. "Neville and Hagrid will watch over them." They smiled and headed towards the house to get ready for the family dinner at the Burrow.

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Author's Note: They are Hugo Octavius (15), Anomallie Fiona (14), August Wren (13), and Aurora Oubliette (11).