The Peverell Legacy

A/N: I own nothing, especially not HP. Welcome to another fanfic, Italics are for thoughts, Bold is for spells. This is the second part of the epilogue, so it's a time skip

Epilogue Part Two: In which Bodhi Peverell enters the world and woe betide her enemies.

Padma went into labor at three-thirty-five the morning of January eighteenth. There was a heavy freezing rain outside and Harry was convinced that their daughter chose this night in order to annoy her parents. Luckily, while defying dark wizards was Harry's normal modus operandi, Padma was the one who made plans of the non-Dumbledore style. Having prepared for the inevitable trip to St. Mungos since they had returned from Paris, it took moments for Harry to prepare Padma and a very annoyed toddler-Harry, known to the outside world as James Peverell for the trip through the floo where Andromeda and Narcissa were waiting for them.

Bodhi was, in Padma's humble and objective opinion, the most beautiful child that had ever graced the face of the earth. She looked at the baby in her arms and pressed a kiss to her daughters' forehead. Harry looked at his wife and daughter before turning to Andromeda, "She's perfect." Harry said in a near-whisper.

"Sistah!" James shouted from Narcissa's arms. He squirmed and reached out for the nursing baby. That earned him a laugh from Narcissa and whispered words as the woman holding him moved a few steps closer. James looked from his place in her arms down at Bodhi and then yawned apparently satisfied now that he could see her better.

"I should probably take him back to the Manor." Narcissa said to them, "You won't want to have two children in this small ward."

"Thanks, Narcissa," Harry said looking up from Padma and Bodhi, "I'll come and pick him up in the mo- "

"I will bring him back to you when you are all three settled in at home." Narcissa said, interrupting Harry and walking out of the room.

Andromeda stifled a yawn of her own and checked her watch. "Ted said that he was going back to bed when I got your message but knowing my husband, he's waiting in the kitchen practicing his 'I just woke up a few minutes ago' look so he can hear about Ms. Bodhi here." She smiled down at the now sleeping newborn before drawing her wand and transfiguring a second cot beside Padma to allow Harry to spend the night with his wife and daughter.

As the Peverell family settled in to sleep Harry met Padma's gaze and smiled, "We had to treat the time/space continuum like it owed us money, but I think it worked out alright." Padma didn't answer him except with her smile.

Platform 9 and 3/4s 1991

"Come on James! You're going to miss the train!" Bodhi pulled her brother through the barrier ahead of Harry and Padma, who followed their children with exasperated grins. They had gone through this barrier every year to see 'call me Tonks or I'll hex you' off to school each year since her first when she had half-pleaded and half-demanded that Harry walk with her through to the train. This was her last year and James' first. At the train James gave his mother and sister a final hug, shook his fathers hand, as he was far too cool to hug him where people could see and then boarded the train with Tonks using the fact that she could legally cast spells now as she had turned seventeen in April as an excuse to shrink and lighten both of their trunks so they fit in their pockets.

"Daddy, can I please go on the train with James? I'll come right back out, I promise!" Bodhi asked, tugging on Harry's sleeve. Bodhi was, as Padma loved to tell anyone, destined for Ravenclaw as she was smart enough to ask Harry instead of Padma.

"No." Padma said simply looking down at her daughter, "You know as well as I do that if you got on that train you would try to hide until it took off and then we'd have to meet the train in Hogsmeade to bring you home and then I would have to ground you until you would be the first ghost to attend Hogwarts as a student."

"Moaning Myrtle is there dear," Harry said smirking.

Padma rolled her eyes, "She was murdered first. She never went to a class as a ghost, she was too busy stalking Olive Hornby." Padma turned her attention back to their youngest, "As I was saying, you aren't getting on that train."

"It's just a train Bodhi, you've been on them before." Harry said patiently to his daughter.

Bodhi rolled her eyes, "It's a magic train." The 'duh' in her tone made it clear that her parents didn't understand that being a magic train it was worth investigating.

"It'll be boring, just you watch." Said a familiar drawling voice. Draco and Narcissa Malfoy had exited the barrier and joined the group. Draco looked pointedly away as Narcissa kissed his cheek and sent him onwards.

"I can't believe he's already going to Hogwarts." She said in a suspiciously thick voice, "It seems like only yesterday I was stabbing his father to death for bringing that thing into my home." She sighed and dabbed at her eyes with a black silk handkerchief. "So," she turned to Harry and Padma, "What will you two do now?"

"We've discussed it, Harry and I are going do some writing." Padma said to the woman who had become one of her closest friends. "Possibly a heavily fictionalized version of our story before we came here."

On the train, Tonks had settled James and Draco into a compartment. Promising to come see them, she left to meet with her friends and dashed back into the corridor. Draco looked at the gleaming red leather seats dubiously, "Are they supposed to look like this?" He asked as he sat down slowly looking out the window as, with a final whistle, the train began to pull from Kings Cross Station.

"Having never been on the train, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't know." James said with a laugh as he settled into watch London vanishing as they left the city, not to return until next summer. "I'm glad mom and dad changed their minds about Beauxbatons though."

"Probably couldn't bear the thought of their little JimJam going to France." Draco teased.

James Peverell, being a thoughtful and astute young man of eleven, did the mature thing and raised his index and middle finger in a V shape at the blonde. Just then, the compartment door opened and a gangly red-haired boy, also a first year, from the looks of him, stuck his head into the compartment. He looked from Draco to James. After a moment his eyes went wide, "YOU'RE HARRY POTTER!" The boy shouted and slammed the door shut once he'd cleared the threshold.

"No." James said after a moment, "My name is James."

"Come off it mate, you're Harry Potter! I'm Ron Weasley." He continued to talk swiftly, asking about the scar, if he could remember his parents at all, if he could remember Voldemort. James continued to state that his name was James and not Harry when finally, Draco had enough. The blonde stepped out of the compartment and closed the door behind him.

"Glad he's gone mate. That's Draco Malfoy. My dad has told me about that family. They are bad news. Dark Wizards, the whole lot of them. His father worked for You-Know-Who." Ron said smiling broadly, "Anyway Harry-"

"James." James said growing angry at this stranger who was insulting his friend.

"You've got to be careful who you hang out with. What if someone thought you were a dark wizard?" Ron continued without showing a sign that he cared what the boy in front of him preferred being called.

Suddenly James saw his own personal avenging angel. The door slid open again and Draco walked in, but he wasn't alone. Coming in behind him was a very annoyed looking Tonks and a brawny seventh-year Slytherin that James had met before. "Right, Barney and I were in the middle of discussing the Weird Sisters concert, so I'm going to make this fast; Jamie do you want the ginger in here?" Tonks asked pointing a finger at Ron.

"Of course, he does!" Ron said, turning to face the newcomers. "We're going to be best mates."

Tonks looked at James, ignoring Ron. "Not particularly since he keeps calling me the wrong name and insulting my actual friend."

Tonks looked at Ron, "I'm going to make this really easy for you since you're a firstie: get out of this compartment or I will turn your knees backwards, so you kick your ass with every step, so I don't have to."

Perhaps Ron wasn't as stupid as James had initially believed. He backed out of the compartment, "I'll tell my brother Percy he's a pre-"

"He's a wanker." Tonks finished for him, "He also knows better than to bother me."

She slammed the door in Ron's face and then settled down beside James. "Right. I doubt that'll be the end of it, so we might as well settle in Barney."

Barney, otherwise known as Barnaby Lee, sat down across from James, beside Draco. "I'll have to tell Liz about the 'turn your knees backwards' thing. That was a good threat." The large teenager said with a grin, "How's it going James?" He asked, "This one hasn't been trying to get you to go to Hufflepuff has she?"

"Of course, I have." Tonks said with a grin as she put her arm around James, "How would I be able to corrupt my favorite firstie, if he was in one of the other, crappier Houses. Like Slytherin for example."

"Hey!" Draco said glaring at her, "I'm going to be in Slytherin!"

"Nah, you're too impulsive. Watch, you'll be in Gryffindor." Tonks said, enjoying riling her cousin up.

"I'll bet you a galleon I'm in Slytherin." Draco said reaching into his pockets.

Tonks' grin grew wider. "I have a better idea: you go into Slytherin and I'll do something really embarrassing." She said leaning forward in her seat.

"Like what?"

"I'll kiss Jamie in front of the whole school." Tonks said settling back again.

James shook his head, "Don't get me involved in your nonsense Dora. I want precisely zero to do with this."

"You're on." Draco said, "If I go into a different House then-"

"Then you have to do that dance you made up when you were six." Tonks said laughing at the memory. That 'dance' hadn't really been a dance at all. Draco had gotten into his mother's potion ingredients and had accidentally gotten a localized pulsating potion spilled onto his legs. Until Narcissa could remedy the problem Draco had spent the entire day kicking his legs in what Ted had described as a perfect version of the hustle.

"I said I don't want to be involved in this." James repeated hotly.

"Deal."

He groaned as Tonks and Draco shook hands. Maybe Beauxbatons would still take me if I wrote them a letter asking nicely? He thought as the door opened a third time. This time, thankfully, it wasn't Ron Weasley. Instead a chubby dark-haired boy and a bushy-haired girl stayed in the doorway, "Excuse me?" The girl said, "Have you seen a toad?"

"His name is Trevor." The boy added.

"Trevor the toad?" Tonks said incredulously. When the boy nodded, she drew her wand," What does he look like?"

"He's gray and warty." The boy said, "He's about this big." He cupped his hands as if holding a particularly fat toad.

"Accio Trevor the Toad!" Tonks called out and after a moment of silence, a large toad came zooming into the compartment and into her hands.

"Thank you!" The boy said taking the toad from her, "I'm Neville Longbottom."

"I'm Hermione Granger." The girl added.

"In this order," Tonks began pointing to herself and then to the others, I'm Tonks, that's all you need to know, that's Barney-"

"Barnaby. Tonks is forever giving people stupid nicknames."

"Hey, Cooper deserved his nickname of Gobshite." Tonks said before continuing, "That's Draco, and beside me is Jamie."

"James."

With that, the compartment was full. Eventually Barnaby left to go find Liz, his girlfriend and Head Girl for the year, a fact he said without a trace of bragging.

"So, you four excited for Hogwarts?" Tonks asked once Harry had passed her one of the pumpkin pasties he'd bought as the trolley had went by.

"I'm very excited!" Hermione said smiling, "I'm the first witch in my family and-"

"You're muggleborn?" Draco said, his lip moving in distaste. He probably would have said something else, had Tonks not reached over and flicked his ear hard enough to make him wince and draw back.

"Ignore him. Apparently, Aunt Cissy hasn't beaten all of the idiot out of him." Tonks said to Hermione, "My dad is muggleborn. He was also Head Boy for his year and survived six different assassination attempts by my mum's family." She looked at Draco, "You know your greaseball of a godfather is only a halfblood like Jamie. Purity means two things, jack and shite, and jack left town."

Draco said something huffy under his breath that sounded remarkably like 'get stuffed'.

"Anyway," Tonks said to Hermione, "Don't worry about being first generation. You're all going to start at the same level and knowing this idiot," She flicked her eyes back at Draco, "You'll probably run rings around him."

James leaned back in his seat watching the wild moor they were passing through. In a few hours' time, they would be at Hogwarts. He could still say he was looking forward to learning magic, even if it seemed fairly clear, even to an eleven-year-old, that fate was sharpening its very best pitchfork to jab at him. Between a ginger fanboy, his not-so-secret crush teasing him at every opportunity, and the nagging feeling that said fanboy was, even now, telling anyone who would listen that he was Harry Potter and that they were 'best mates'. Still, he thought, could be worse. Bodhi could have snuck onto the train.