Nope, still don't own them…

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Last time:

Harry took the girl by the arm and carefully and slowly steered her around the gaping crowd of Herbology students. Ron and Hermione brought up the rear as the quartet walked through the whispering and pointing students of Hogwarts.

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As Harry and the mysterious redhead led the way to Dumbledore's office, Hermione and Ron followed behind them.

"Who do you reckon she is?" Ron whispered to Hermione.

Hermione shot him an irritated look. "Goodness Ronald!" She whispered exasperatedly. "How on earth am I supposed to know who she is?"

"Well you know everything else."

"I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Ronald, I do NOT have time for you petty nonsense. If you'd look 30 feet in front of you, you'd notice that there is a randomly appearing redheaded girl who looks remarkably like your sister with the exact same eyes as Harry."

Ron stopped walking, a thought suddenly hitting him. Hermione turned and looked at him curiously.

"Hermione," he started, "We both know I'm not the smartest of the smart, but think about what you just said, a girl who looks like Ginny, and has Harry's eyes."

"Yeah, so what?"

"What if it's like, Harry and Ginny's future daughter?"

Hermione looked like she had just been hit in the face with Hogwarts, A History. Her mouth hung open in complete shock. Ron couldn't tell if it was because he actually had something important to say, or that he could be right.

"Ron, if that really is their daughter, then that means that Harry lives through the final fight with Voldemort, and that we're all not going to die!" Hermione started to squeal with excitement.

Ron rolled his eyes at her. "Hermione, sometimes you have your moments where I think you're a 5 year old girl playing with Kerri and Ben dolls instead of a 17 year old witch."

"It's Barbie and Ken dolls for starters, and secondly, I'm oh so sorry for thinking that there's hope for all of our futures!"

Ron was about to retort when Harry spoke.

"Cauldron Cakes."

And with those two words, the gargoyle to Dumbledore sprang to life and the 4 teens, now somber and silent, made their way to see the headmaster.

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Short, I know. But I'll get there...