Notes: I know that was confusing with all the names, especially since I did them in reverse order. So, here are all of Harry and Ginny's kids, in the right order: James, Angie, Mike, Sirius, Lily. You only really need to worry about the first two from now on.

Reminder: There are HBP spoilers in this story!

"Woah," James said. They had just landed by the Burrow.

"Not my favorite mode of transportation," Harry said, walking inside, "but it's better than ending up in the wrong fireplace." Ginny and the others were waiting for them.

"Nice of you to join us," Ginny said, looking a bit annoyed.

"He wanted to try it."

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley came running into the room. "Oh, there you are!" she hugged him, then moved onto James. "And there's one of my favorite grandsons! Go in the other room, with the rest of them. They're almost ready to leave."

Harry snuck away. In the other room there were more children than Harry had ever seen at the Burrow. All of his (minus James, who was still in the other room), Ron and Hermione's four boys, and most of Bill and Fleur's children. They (Bill and Fleur) had by far beaten the others in the number of children they had - eight. The oldest were in their second year of ministry school, the youngest in his fifth year at a French school. They lived in France, except for the ones in ministry school, who stayed with their grandparents so they could attend the English version. The other six were there for a visit.

Hermione didn't look tired at all. Harry wondered how she did it. He was about ready to fall over himself. He could spot her four boys. The two older had bright red hair, the third had light brown curly hair, and the fourth had reddish brown hair. Funny how you can always find them by their hair, Harry thought. The oldest was a year above James, the youngest going in next year. James came in and joined his older male cousins.

"You okay?" Ron asked, coming up behind Harry.

"Mmmhmm. I got woken up early," he said, watching Lily run around.

"You'll miss it when they're all in school."

Hermione came up to them. "Come on. We should get going." Ginny went to tell her mother that they were leaving. "Anyone who's not going, get away from the fireplace," Hermione said, shooing the others away. Mike, Sirius, Lily, Ron and Hermione's youngest son Tom, and all of Bill and Fleur's children flocked upstairs.

All the children and the women flooed away quickly. It was a lot easier without small children. Harry and Ron were last. The whole lot of them landed in Diagon Alley.

Because everyone except Angie had been there at least once, the shopping went quickly. Ginny stayed with her daughter, taking her to the robes shop and such. Ron, Harry, and Hermione took the boys to get their books and quills, then went wandering around.

There was an old lady selling sweets on the street. "Can I?" James asked Harry.

"Go for it. Get some for your siblings, so they can't say I never bring them anything." Harry walked over with him to pay the lady. She looked very familiar... "Professor Sprout?"

"What? Oh! Harry! No need to call me that. I'm no longer a professor. Retired last year. There comes a point when you just need to move on and try something new."

"Did they get a new professor?" James asked.

"Yes, I believe. Someone younger, at least. They've been having trouble keeping professors. I was supposed to leave long ago, but the headmistress just couldn't find anyone else to take the job. You enjoy those sweets now."

James wandered away with his cousins. "Harry! Harry!" Ron called. "Come see this!"

Harry went. Ron was in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. "What is it?"

"Look." Ron pointed in the desplay window. The broom looked familiar. Harry went inside to get a closer look. Yes, that's what it was: an original Nimbus 2000. "Wonder where they found that." Harry shrugged.

"Wow," James whispered. Harry hadn't noticed he was there. "Now that is a good broom."

"Yeah, it is." Harry agreed, walking away.

"As long as you don't throw it at a violent tree," Ron mumbled. Harry smiled. He heard Ron telling James "There's no way anyone could afford that, mate. With that much money we could buy Canada." Harry remembered that James wanted a broom. But everything was so expensive... Harry looked around at the older brooms. Ron joined him. "I guess James wants one."

"Yep."

"Good luck with that. We almost had to sell our kidneys to get one for John." Their eldest son (John) had been on the Gryffindor team for two years. Their second boy, Josh, had been using the school brooms for a year.Ron and Hermionehoped that the next two wouldn't be all that interested in quidditch, unless they planned to grow wings.

"Why is it all so expensive? Even the really old Cleensweeps - those were old when we played - are expensive."

"Quidditch has become a more popular sport, if you can imagine that. Especially among the girls - you'd better start saving up for Angie's broom." Harry sighed. He knew they didn't have enough money for a broom, even a really old one. "Just tell him you'll get him one for Christmas or something." Harry nodded. "Or, maybe, if he's really spectacular, the school will pay for one. Maybe he picked up some of your quidditch DNA."

Harry laughed. "I doubt it's in the DNA... I should go find him. Maybe I can talk him out of it." He found James and his cousins John and Josh in front of the store. A group of exceptionally pretty girls had just entered, giving Harry the feeling that those three weren't in there to look at brooms.

Ron found them as well. "Put them back in your head," he told the boys. "We have to go meet your mother before she has a coronary." They followed him out and toward the ice cream parlor. Hermione and their third boy Chris were waiting for them, as were Ginny and Angie.

James came up to Harry. "I was thinking... I don't really need a broom right now. I'm not on the team yet. I don't know if I'd be good enough to make it anyway."

"You'll make it. You migt not have a good broom, but you'll make the team." As they walked, Harry spotted a blond man leading two little blond girls through the crowds. Ron slowed to get back by Harry.

"Kind of scary that they let people like that reproduce," Ron mumbled.

At the ice cream parlor, they had one huge table to themselves. They were almost finished when Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, and Minerva McGonagall was behind him. The boys looked a bit afraid.

"Potter."

"To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing the headmistress in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked.

"Could I talk with you for a moment? Alone."

"Sure," Harry got up and followed her across the street, up against an empty building.

"One smart boy you have there," McGonagall said, looking back at James. "Very intelligent. He does seem to have picked up the Potter trouble making gene, but at least he hasn't sent any monsters loose."

"Just give him time. I'm sure he'll blow up something. What is it you needed?"

"You know we've been having trouble keeping professors since... well, you know." Harry nodded. No one had stayed long since Dumbledore had died. "We haven't been able to fill the Dark Arts class at all."

Harry knew where this was going. "I -"

"Luckly I've found someone to take it, but he won't be here until January, and I'm all out of substitutes."

"I couldn't -"

"It would only be until Christmas break."

"But I'm not much of a professor -"

"The pay has been tripled as an incentive to anyone willing to take it."

Harry sighed. "Let me talk about it with Ginny."

"Let me know by next Monday."

"Isn't next Monday the start of school?"

"Exactly."

"What?" Ginny asked him. They had gotten a moment alone that night to talk about it.

"She asked me to be a professor."

"Why would she ask you? You're not even certified."

"I told you she'd run out of others, and the real professor won't be there until January. So it'd only be until Christmas."

"But what about your job with the ministry? And the Order?"

"There will be aurors at the school. Death Eaters have been showing up recently; they won't take any chances. I'll probably be assigned there anyway." Ginny sighed. She was obviously as unsure about it as he was. "They'd give me three times as much as a normal prof."

"Really? How much do professors make?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is it'll be tripled."

"Harry -"

"You can't say we don't need the money."

"We do need it, but - I don't want you to kill yourself over that. Being a professor is a hard job."

"Triple the money."

"Harry -"

"James wanted a broom today and I couldn't get it for him. If I take this job we'll have enough money to buy him the best broom they can make."

Ginny sighed again. "If that's what you want, fine."

"Would you be okay here without me?"

"I don't know."

Harry thought for a minute. "Maybe I could get them to let me come home on weekends."

"No, don't worry about it."

"I won't take it if you don't want me to."

"If you want the job, take it. Just don't kill yourself. The money would help a lot."

Harry thought, then said: "I'm going to take it."

End notes: More people! So, to straighten this out, here's everyone new so far and their ages:

Harry's: James (13), Angie (11), Mike (10), Sirius (8), Lily (5)
Ron's: John (14), Josh (13), Chris (11 - although he's a 2nd year, he's the youngest in his year), Tom (9)

You only really need to know James, Angie, and John from here on. Josh and Chris might show up, but not often. Hope that helped...