Sixteen years later

"Go Sauntie, Gin!" Sirius Hugh Potter yelled.

"Go Bruncle, Harry!" Remus Arthur added.

"Beat Romania!" Johanna Elizabeth cheered, waving her English flag.

"I can't believe your children call them that," Jean added. "People are going to think you're inbred Americans."

Hermione laughed at her mother. The truth was, she'd tried to get her kids to stop calling Harry and Ginny bruncle and sauntie, but Fred and George had encouraged it since Sirius was a toddler and no matter what she said, the nicknames had stuck. The number of times she'd had to explain to people that the terms meant brother-uncle and sister-auntie was embarrassing. It wasn't like Harry and his wife Ginny were their aunt and uncle, but the children had been raised hearing all their Weasley 'cousins' calling them aunt and uncle and had been confused on how their brother was only four years younger than their dad.

James Sirius, Harry and Ginny's oldest had tried calling her children cuntie and cuncle — once again thanks to Tweet and Twat — but all it had taken was one powerful Scourgify from Gramma Molly and that idea was nipped in the bud.

Hermione, James, and their three children were currently in a private box watching Harry and Ginny play for England in another World Cup, this time being held in Ghana. Ginny and Harry had married two weeks after she had graduated from Hogwarts and if Hermione didn't know any better, she would have sworn her son and daughter in law were soulmates. They were the happiest couple she knew, apart from her and James.

They all lived in Potter Manor because Ginny and Harry were both playing professional Quidditch and didn't see the point in paying for their own place when they were never home. When Ginny became pregnant with Jamie as he was called, Big James, already planning on staying home with Sirius — due just two weeks before Ginny — offered to start Potter Pals. His own daycare where he cared for his children and grandchildren all day while Hermione was at work and Harry and Ginny played. Lucky their teams allowed them to be home each night with their children unless they were travelling for a match.

Over the years, Hermione and Ginny had always managed to get pregnant at the same time and she blamed their husbands. Remus was three months younger than George Frederick— named after the twins thanks to a drunken Marauders' night out. Their youngest children, Jo and Lily Luna, were born the same day, within hours of each other.

And now, all six kids, raised like siblings, were between the ages of eleven and six and were thick as thieves. Hermione didn't know how she and James would have survived without the help of Molly, Arthur, her parents, and the rest of the Weasleys. She had always been told 'it takes a village' but looking around at their suite, she knew it was true.

And what a large village it was. Bill and Fleur had three children; Charlie and Pansy had shocked everyone and had five with a sixth on the way; Fred, George, and Daphne had two, but she was currently pregnant with twins; and Ron and Padma had four. Draco and Theo had been adopted as honourary Weasleys and had two girls, and Blaise and Luna were pregnant with their third. Sunday Roasts were held weekly at Potter Manor and was noisier than Hogwarts during the Welcome Feast.

Harry had made the England National team for the last four World Cups, but this would be his last one. At thirty-four, he felt he had broken his arms too many times. Ginny had played as lead Chaser for the last three World Cups and was also retiring after this game. They had both had taken jobs at Hogwarts and would be starting in a few weeks. Ginny would be the flying instructor and Harry was taking over as the Defence post. Because neither of them would be Heads of House, they would still be living at the Manor.

While Hermione was going to miss having Jamie and Sirius at home when they left for Hogwarts in the autumn, she was glad Harry and Ginny would be there to keep an eye on them. The boys were heading to school with the Invisibility Cloak and Marauders Map and Hermione already had weekly tea planned with Minerva to apologise for all the mischief they were going to get into. She had no doubt that the two of them were destined to be more trouble than all the Marauders combined.

Looking around the suite with her family all laughing, Hermione thought back through the years. She thought of the day she met James as an old Scottish man, their wedding day a year later where she made him wear that kilt to the ceremony, the birth of each of their children. They'd been together thirteen and a half years, and while they weren't all perfect or easy days, Hermione wouldn't have it any other way.

Life was loud, busy, and everything she had never known she'd wanted.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it.

Also, the BIGGEST thank you to everyone on Ao3 who encouraged me for months to take this from a one-shot into a multi-chapter story. I really have the best, most supportive readers!

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