Que L'Avenir Tient-Il

Chapter 3: The Weasley Children

"Harold Albus Weasley! Stop that this moment, no Sophie, don't try to…wait Harry! Stop rolling in your sister's mess! Sophie, don't, no…" crash Ronald Weasley winced as his youngest daughter and son made a huge mess in his kitchen. Sophie, his nine-year-old daughter had decided to make cookies for her father, just like her grandmother.

Unfortunately, Harry, who was six, decided that he needed to help as well. Together they had some how managed to turn his kitchen into a disaster area.

Sophie had decided to pull the flour down from the top shelf of the cupboard while Harry had been running around the kitchen in circles. However, inheriting her mothers 'short genes' as Ron called it, Sophie Weasley had been unable to reach the flour and instead knocked the container fall and landing on her poor little brother, knocking him to the ground and covering him in flour, from head to toe. Baby Harry (as he was known) started wailing.

Ron was so busy trying to clean up after his children that he didn't even notice when his kitchen fireplace lit up green. A young woman stepped out. She had straight red hair (like every child in her family) and chocolate brown eyes. She was about to sneak up on the unsuspecting father before there was a shriek came from Sophie.

"ABI!"

Ron whipped around, and Abi couldn't help but laugh. It seemed instead of Harry getting cleaned by his father, he had successfully managed to cover his father completely in white flour and water.

"Need some help dad?" She asked, still laughing.

Ron grumbled. "What do you think?"

Abi grinned and took her youngest brother out of her father's arms. "You would think that a man with seven children could handle his two youngest."

"You would wouldn't you?"

"Sometimes I wonder how you survived with Jodie, Erik, James, Ethan and I when none of us were in school, and mom was at work."

"It was a sheer force of will."

As Abi was flicking her wand around cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, Ron noticed something shiny on a certain, very important finger. His eyes widened. Ron grabbed hold of his daughter's hand and examined the ring.

"And what is this?"

Abi sighed. She knew that he would have to find out sooner or later.

"Yes dad, I'm engaged."

Ron's face got red. "WHO?" He demanded.

"His name is Theo…"

"Theo?" Ron shouted. "As in Theodore Corner? As in the boy who was contently teasing you in school? As in the son of Michael Corner and Cho Chang? The boy that broke my baby sister's heart?"

"He didn't break Aunt Ginny's heart Dad, actually she recovered quite well, wasn't it just the next year when she started to date Uncle Draco?"

Ron winced. "Her broken heart caused bad judgment…"

"Dad, that's not the point and you know it, Theo is not his father!"

"He's just not…"

However, whatever Theo Corner was just not didn't have the chance to come out of Ron's mouth. The fireplace lit up a very bright green and the face of Hermione Weasley appeared in the fire.

"Ron you have to get to Hogwarts right away!" She called to her husband. He was about to ask why before she interrupted, "No time to ask! Its about Harry!"

When she said Harry, Ron knew that she didn't mean her youngest son. Ron's eyes got large.

"I'll be right there."

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"Daddy?"

Harry looked over to the girl in front of him. Could this be is future daughter? She didn't look anything like him! Her hair was strawberry blonde, and her eyes (though Harry noticed were red as though she had been crying) her eyes were a blue. In fact she looked suspiciously like a Malfoy, except there was no coldness in her eyes. After examining the girl he finally got up the nerve to speak.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asked, like a polite bystander. The girl blushed as she pushed her glasses back up on her face.

"Sorry, for a second there you looked like my…it looked like you had black hair."

Harry gave a nervous laugh. "Nope, always been blonde. I'm Harold by the way, Harold Dursley." He couldn't help but wince at the name.

"Oh! You're the cousin my brother and sister were talking about! My names Lily Potter, our dads must have been cousins. Even though before today, I didn't even know my father had a cousin…"

"Well then we have something in common. I didn't know that my father's cousin had children until today. My dad's a muggle who doesn't like magic too much."

Lily looked sympathetic. "I understand, my Uncle Draco used to not like the idea of having the spawn of the bloody Boy-Who-Lived in his house, but he got used to us Potter kids eventually! I'm sure your dad will come around…"

There it was again. Uncle Draco. What in the world had happened to let his children call Draco Malfoy 'Uncle'? Harry was about ready to reply when the door of Hermione's study opened. (He had been waiting outside until she was ready for him.)

"Harry…I mean Mr. Dursley," Hermione started noticing Lily standing right there. It took her breath away, seeing the two of the together. "A visitor has arrived to see you. Go on into my office, Lily I believe that you have a class to be getting to?"

"But Aunt….I mean Professor Weasley its Saturday!" Lily protested. Harry noticed that Hermione now put on her best McGonnagal face. "Either way, be on your way. Mr. Dursley if you would?"

Harry nodded as his daughter pouted but left reluctantly. "Nice meeting you Harold." She said before dashing off down the corridor.

Once he was sure that she was out of ear shot Harry said, "Mione was that really my daughter? She doesn't look a thing like me. I must have married someone quite beautiful…"

Hermione looked uncomfortable. "Well, there is someone who would very much like to see you in my office."

Letting the curiosity of who was inside distract him from his unanswered question Harry walked into the open door of Hermione's office.

"Harry?" There stood a man who was a couple inches over six feet with bright red hair that was beginning to gray and fall out. He looked like a taller, lankier version of Mr. Weasley. That is when Harry had an epiphany.

"Ron? Is that you?" Harry laughed. "You look just like your father mate. Man if you look that old, I wonder how many winkles I have on my face!"

Ron just stared at his best friend, slight tears in his eyes.

"Ron, are you ok?"

The older man finally broke down and gave Harry a gigantic hug. Awkwardly Harry patted Ron on his back.

"It's alright Ron…"

The flames in the fireplace became green and out stepped Abi with baby Harry and Sophie.

"Dad I got little Harry cleaned up and did some quick cleaning spells on the kitchen, but…"

"This is your daughter Ron?" Harry interrupted.

"Oh yeah, Harry this is Abigail, my eldest daughter, she is 21, and in her arms is little Harry Albus, and this red-haired scoundrel is my youngest daughter, Sophie, Harry is 6 and Sophie is 9."

Harry couldn't keep his eyes off them. Something about your best friends who were 16 and bickering earlier in the day, and then seeing them later with a 21 year-old-daughter was difficult to comprehend.

Trying to loosen up some of the tension in the room Harry said, "Wow, you guys have 4 children, that's a lot!"

Hermione and Ron seemed to blush together.

"Actually Harry…I mean Harold we have seven." Hermione said, emphasizing the Harold, so that maybe her thick husband would catch on.

For some reason Harry wasn't all that surprised.

"What are you guys rabbits? Had to one best your Mum, eh Ron?"

"Harry James Pott…I mean…uh huh." Ron looked nervously at his wife who was glaring at him. Ron was just as thick as ever. Abi's eyes got wide.

"Uncle Harry? Is it possible? Why is your hair blonde? Why are you so young? I thought you had…"

"Abi, that's enough." Hermione cut her daughter off. "Perhaps you better take your little brother and sister to your Grandmother's house for awhile, and then come back for an explanation."

"An explatation of what Mummy?" Sophie asked.

"Its explanation dear, and its grown up stuff, now you better go with your sister. Grandma Molly will take good care of you."

Sophie groaned and baby Harry frowned.

"Mummy, is that man's name Harry too?"

Hermione smiled. "Yes, dear, now you better run along."

"You will explain though Mum?" Abi asked.

"Of course Abigail, now please take your brother and sister away from here."

Reluctantly Abi took her brother and sister and disappeared into the green flames of the fireplace.

"That's better." Hermione stated.

"Now would you like to explain why a 16-year-old version of Harry Potter is here, and how he got here?" Ron asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Of course Ronald…do you remember that Quidditch game in our 6th year? Well…"

AN- I really am a horrible person leaving this fic for so long…so sorry to the couple of people who are reading it. Hopefully you're not all gone! Next chapter update should be much quicker.