Hermione remarkably lied straight in to McGonagall's face by telling her that they had passed the portrait of the Fat Lady she had described trying to find her office, before a redhead Prefect girl pointed them in the right direction.

"If her hair was curly, then that was Patricia Wesley. So much like her father," McGonagall added to herself. Ron and Harry bite the inside of their cheeks to try and keep themselves from laughing.

Harry and Ron also lied about some of the classes they took. Not sure if Hagrid still taught the subject or not, they weren't about to take that risk. Instead (rather reluctantly of course) they signed up for Divination.

After convincing McGonagall that they had left their trunks outside her office door, they were able to leave.

"You actually lied to McGonagall's face, Hermione!" Ron said incredulously.

"It's Helen!" Hermione snapped. "From now on we start calling each other by the names I made up, Robert. You remember that too, Henry."

"We'll remember," Ron assured her. "Now, what do we do about the trunks, Helen?"

"We'll go back to the room and wish for them. Honestly, Robert, I've thought this all out."

They didn't bump in to Patricia on their way to the Room of Requirement or back to the Gryffindor common room when they were rolling their trunks behind them. They were happy about this...until they actually reached the portrait.

"Password?" she asked.

"Er…" Hermione said, looking uncertain. McGonagall had forgotten to give them the password.

"You three new students?" a voice from behind them said. They turned around to see another redhead. This time it was a boy who looked like he was in his fourth year. Another Weasley.

"I'm-"

"What are you doing, Frank?" Patricia Weasley was back again and looked ready to dock points from Gryffindor.

"I was about to introduce myself, Patty," Frank replied rather coolly. "I wasn't about to give them one of dad or Uncle George's products from their shop." He then turned back to the three and said, "Frank Weasley. This girl is, unfortunately, my cousin, Patty."

"I'm Helen Grant," Hermione said. "These two are my friends Henry Perkins and Robert Williams."

"Too much to remember with you," Frank said pointing to Ron. "Okay if I call you Rob instead?"

"Okay…" Ron replied. He was still taking in the news that Fred and George had actually managed to open a shop. And had children.

"Are any of you planning on coming in?" The Fat Lady snapped impatiently.

"Ton-Tongue Toffees," Patty muttered disapprovingly. The Fat Lady nodded and swung open. "I'll get your trunks for you. Locomotor Trunks!" All three of their trunks rose off the ground and Patty guided them in to the common room with her wand brandished like a conductors baton. Once Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Frank had climbed in to the portrait hole, Patty lowered the trunks.

"I'll show you up to the girl's dormitories," Patty said, pointing to Hermione. Hermione grabbed her trunk and followed Patty up the girls' dormitory staircase. Frank shook his head sadly.

"If we both didn't have red hair, I would deny being related to her," Frank muttered. Harry and Ron sniggered. "I'll show you two up to your dormitory. What year are you in anyway?"

"Fifth," Harry responded. He was still worried Ron might say something in his current state of shock. Though he looked as if he could function normally, Ron was most likely to accidentally blurt out something stupid that would have everybody knowing they were from the past.

"Then you're in a dorm with three of my cousins at the top of the tower," Frank explained. "There's a lot of us Weasley's here at Hogwarts. You see, my dad and all his brothers and sister, make up seven kids. Then when they all went and got married and had kids, it was like Weasley-mania. McGonagall, the headmistress, looks like she's about to have a heart attack every time she sees too many of us at a time walking down the hall. I think it's mainly because of my dad and Uncle George. They're twins, but if you ever heard or went to their shop you'd know. Caused a lot of trouble in school, just for fun, but I doubt McGonagall believes that. Here we are."

Frank pushed open the door labeled 'Fifth Years'. It looked exactly the same as in Harry's time. The only difference was the posters on the wall. There was no longer a football team poster hanging over Dean's usual bed, instead there was a poster of a dragon Harry recognized as a Welsh Green.

"That would be my cousin Cody's bed," Frank explained, seeing where Harry's gaze was. "His dad, Charlie, worked with dragons. He must've passed on his obsession to his son. I'm guessing your beds are there." Frank pointed to two beds that had absolutely nothing on the walls around them. Harry dragged his trunk over to a bed; Ron was very interested in a poster above one of the beds of the Chudley Cannons.

"Can't wait to meet which one of your cousins like the Cannons!" Ron said enthusiastically, before finally dragging his trunk over to a bed.

"Yeah, that's my cousin Ron's bed," Frank said. Ron stopped at the sound of his name. "Ron Junior or Ronald is better if he and his dad are in the same room. He's another example of a dad's obsession being passed out to his son. My Uncle Ron's obsessed with them. You two will get along just fine if you both like the Canons." Ron dropped his trunk at the end of his bed and sat down, looking white.

"So who's in that bed?" Harry asked, pointing to the fifth and final bed. He was hoping Frank wouldn't notice that Ron was pale and Harry's own head was buzzing.

Ron had a kid? Harry kept repeating in his head. Ron…my best friend…is a DAD?

"That's the only kid in Hogwarts who's related to the Weasley's but doesn't have our red hair and has a different last name," Frank said. "Harry Potter. His parents decided to name him after his dad too. As if the Weasley's weren't confusing enough. Then again, life is more fun that way."

Harry attempted a smile. It came off rather weak. Harry's head was buzzing with rapid frantic thoughts again.

I'm a dad. I'm a DAD. BLOODY HELL! I'M A FATHER!

Yes, I know, a rather short chapter, but I loved the ending to it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione meet their kids next chapter, along with some MORE relatives. How awkward and confusing that will be! FUN! Thanks for reading.

-opungo