The Sorting.

And so came the day.

Platform 9 and three quarters was crowded. Neville had never seen so many people there before. Everyone wanted to be there as the first students for 12 years left to Hogwarts. It was a chaos.

Luckily McGonagall had been prepared and sent Draco, Nevilel and Justin to make sure no one, who was supposed to be on the train at its takeoff would miss it.

Draco was strolling towards the end of the train. Somewhere far away he could see Neville, who was patrolling at the opposite direction. Justin was at the muggle side of the station, helping confused muggleborns to find the entrance to the platform.

"Excuse me Mister!" a shrill woman's voice cried out, making Draco turn around. "Are you a teacher?"

"I most certainly am," he answered and bowed to the woman in front of him. She was beautiful, short and wearing a green coat over a black dress. "can

I help you?"

She nodded eagerly, making the black curls fly around her ears. "Yes, I'm Marion Crabbe, and I'm worried—"

Draco gaped. "Crabbe, as in Vincent Crabbe?"

"Do you know my husband?" the woman asked a stunned Draco. "Vincent has been so busy lately, but it is likely that in his branch of trade these days as you might know him. He was really upset that he couldn't be here today, he speaks of Hogwarts all the time."

The woman spoke more than Daco's own mother and her friends did together. He didn't know what surprised him most, Crabbe being married, or how he could stand her rambling. "Well, I haven't seen him for a long time," he said politely. "what was it you wanted?"

"Oh, it's our children," she indicated on a boy and a girl behind her. "Vincent Junior will attend his second year, and Wilma her first. I'm so worried about them, what if they don't end up in the same house? I don't know what they'd do without each other."

"Mrs Crabbe, I'm sure they'll end up in Slytherin. In what house was you?"

"I was homeschooled. That's why I'm so worried, I don't know where I would have ended up. Vincent would be so disappointed if they didn't end up in his house. And I'm worried about how they would cope to live without each other, I mean, they are still sleeping in the same bed!"

"Mum..." the boy, Vincent, whined behind Mrs Crabbe, who didn't seem to notice that she was embarrassing her children.

"Mrs Crabbe, I'm sure they'll be in Slytherin," Draco repeated impatiently, and decided to drop his manners. "But if you don't make sure they're on the train two minutes, I can assure you they will not be in any House at all, because they won't even be at Hogwarts."

He nodded towards the children. "Miss Crabbe, Mr Crabbe. I look forward to see you in my class." he said, and then he turned his back on them, moving back towards the middle of the train.

The applauses rang as McGonagall sat down. She had just made her opening speech, and it was now time for what everyone had been waiting for: The Sorting.

Ginny, who was sitting next to Luna, at the far right, watched as Neville walked down with the hat in his hands. He had been given the honor to hold the ceremony. "Aberfish, Moey!" He called out, and a small girl with silver blonde hair stepped over to him.

She sat down on the chair, and even before the hat was fully on her head, it screamed "HUFFLEPUFF," which marked the first student to be sorted in 12 years.

While the ceremony continued Ginny searched through the crowd of students, looking for familiar faces. No redheads, but at the far right was a girl very much resembling...

"Luna!" Ginny hissed and put her hand on Luna's arm. "Do you see that girl over there, at right? Except from the hair, which is too dark, she could be a clone of Hermione!"

Luna nodded thoughtfully. "Mhm..." she said and stared at her fork. "They both look like their mother..."

"Both? What are you talking about?"

"Twins," Luna stated, and with an extreme force she lifted the fork up above her head and down into the wood table.

Ginny shook her head and returned to the girl as a boy named Han Gorgley was sorted into Slytherin, and as Luna had said, next to her stood a boy, a few inches taller, but with just the same features. Hermione has children? she thought amazed, but was ripped back to reality by Neville's voice.

"Granger, James!" he called, and Hermione's son walked up and negligently sat down on the chair. The hat was placed on his head, and after a few seconds it cleared its throat.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Ginny clapped her hands, and shot a smile to the boy as he made his way to the Gryffindor table.

"Granger, Lily!" Neville called out, and Ginny froze.

"Did he just say, Lily Granger?" she asked Luna as she felt the blood rush through her veins.

"No," Luna answered, confident, "he said Granger, Lily. You mixed it up."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Ginny's eyes grew wide as she watched the girl walk to sit next to her brother.

Lily and James Granger, Lily and James Potter.

It could only mean one thing.

"Hermione," Ginny tasted the words with care. "and Harry?"

Already chapter 7? I can't believe it...it still feels as if I'm on the 3rd... Maybe it means this will be a looong story.

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Thanks, Honey