Namesakes...
A story with Viktor-Cho and their children, named in honor of two of the many students who had died at Hogwarts in the Dark Days... and a meeting.

They had heard the stories behind their names, of course, many times, but it wasn't until they met Harry Potter that they truly understood them.

He was older now than they had thought he would be. Their parents always spoke of him as young and tall, but when they saw him, grey was flecked through his hair, and their was a weary loneliness in his eyes that neither of them had imagined. He no longer had the scar, naturally.

They were twins, with dark hair and fair eyes, but Ced was a bit duck-footed like his father, and Virginia was slender and beautiful like her mother. Both, of course, were excellent flyers. Both, curiously enough, were Hufflepuffs - their father and mother both had insisted on Hogwarts, although of course Dad had attended Durmstrang.

Harry had been sitting quietly by the window inside his tiny flat. It was a strange house - there were five flats, but the other four were empty. The grounds were huge, but rather overgrown with no one looking after them.

He had talked to them all - Cedric and Virginia and their mother and father - and cried sometimes, calling them by those names, and remembering horrible things. He told Virginia that she was just as beautiful as her namesake had been, and Cedric that he was just as good and kind and strong, and both that he trusted them to do the right thing, and they felt an instant connection to him.

But as they were leaving, he took their parents aside, and cried again. Cedric, with his good hearing, could overhear the conversation.

"I hate to leave you here alone, Harry."

"No, I'll be fine. It's just thinking about the old times."

"We were so young…" their father said quietly, his accent having improved over the years.

"Well, you two still look in the bloom of youth…" Harry said, and smiled through his tears. "I never did thank you, Viktor, for helping Hermione through that rough spot in our seventh year. Ron said that she was so worried…"

"Ron was more worried than she was, if memory serves," Mother said gently.

"Well, but you knew Ron better than you did Hermione, then, Cho."

"That is true," Father agreed. "Hermione was quite distant."

"Still, I just feel…are you sure you'll be all right here, Harry? I could send Sirius down - I'm going to see him at the Ministry tonight, he works the evening shift."

"Sirius worries too much. A bit like you two. Now that Dumbledore's gone…"

"I still don't know where your theory came from."

"Oh, trust me, he's not dead. Not yet, anyway. He promised to tell me something before he died."

"What?" Mother asked, eyes sparkling.

"Oh, nothing," Harry said offhandedly. "And Iorhael returns without letters when I send him with news. Anyway, he still has a subscription to the Daily Prophet."

"But he comes without replies too."

"I agree with Harry," Father said, chuckling a bit. "I think he's off in Morocco, having the vacation of a lifetime."

The three embraced, and then Ced and Virginia waved and Harry waved back, and they Flooed home.