Author's Note: I am currently suffering from "short-chapter syndrome" so sorry this one's a little short and a little confusing. Yes, there's MORE relatives! Oh, dear. If you want to know which kid belongs to who, I have their first name start with the same name as one of their parents. (Example- CodyCharlie's kid).

Oh, also a special thanks to lilJunebug for giving me an idea for another character for this chapter. Enjoy!

No sooner were the words out of Frank's mouth, than did Harry hear footsteps coming up the stairs and…singing?

"Their practice must've gone well then. They're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Frank added to Harry and Ron. "If they win the Cup this year it'll be for the tenth year in a row. I wish they'd stop singing that stupid song." As the footsteps approached, Harry could hear voices bellowing a song that was obviously made-up:

Gryffindor! Oh Gryffindor!

The brave and dashing lions!

Gryffindor! Oh Gryffindor!

If we were to say we weren't the best,

We'd sure be lying!

Quidditch time is here again

And we're sure to win!

Gryffindor! Oh Gryffindor!

The lions will never be slain!

The lions will never be slain!

THE…LI…ONS…WILL…NE…VER…BEEEEE…

The door banged open to reveal three boys, all red in the face, shouldering broomsticks and looking thoroughly happy. The first boy was built like the twins and had a broad, good-natured face that was splattered with so many freckles, he almost looked tan. It had to be Charlie's kid.

The second boy, was an almost exact copy of Ron. He was long, lanky, and had a long nose, big hands and feet. His eyes were brown, though. There was also something about Ron's son that reminded Harry of somebody else, somebody he couldn't put his finger on. Then his eyes fell on the last boy…his son.

He was tall and skinny, with messy jet-black hair, and blue eyes. Harry could tell that they would be the same height if they were to stand back to back. His face, unlike his cousins, had very little freckles. It was almost as if Harry was looking in a mirror.

"Hey, Frank," Cody greeted. Then his gaze fell on Harry and Ron. "Who're these two?"

"Rob and Henry, new students. Have fun." Frank left the room, along with a very awkward-feeling Harry and Ron.

"I'm Cody Weasley, Chaser" Cody greeted while gliding over to his bed. Harry glanced down at Cody's feet and noticed he was standing well balanced on his broomstick.

"I'm Ron Weasley, Keeper" Ron's son greeted. He decided to walk to his bed and not show off like Cody. Ron turned very white at seeing his son. But not as white as Harry when his son went, "I'm Harry Potter, Seeker."

"Any of you play Quidditch?" Cody asked from behind his hangings where he was changing out of his Quidditch robes.

"Yeah," Harry said, his mouth rather dry. "I'm a Seeker." Harry's son grinned widely at hearing this.

"I'm Keeper," Ron mumbled. "But I'm no good."

"Yes, you are. You've just got a problem with nerves."

"You sound like my dad," Ron's son commented. "You should hear him talk. 'I don't know where you got your Quidditch talent, I was no good at it.'" It was a perfect imitation of Ron. "Then my Uncle Harry tries to talk him out of it. 'You were a GREAT Quidditch player, Ron!' but my dad's way too stubborn and NEVER admits that other people might be right."

Harry saw Ron's ears and neck go red.

"At least you admitted you have a problem with nerves," Harry's son pointed out to Ron's son. "You were able to get help with your nerves and not let them get the better of you. No offense, but that's something your dad has yet to do."

"Yeah, like my mum always says, 'You're so much like your father, but at least you have MY common sense.'"

This new imitation definitely reminded Harry of somebody. It was somebody he knew very well. Just as Harry was thinking this, three girls walked in to the dormitory.

The first was Hermione.

The second was a girl with a heart-shaped face and light brown hair. This girl reminded Harry so strongly of two people at once, it was almost annoying.

The third girl had bushy red hair and was about the same height as Hermione. Harry had to keep his jaw from dropping.

The third girl, he realized, was Hermione's daughter.

"Wotcher!" the second girl greeted. She screwed up her face as if trying to remember something, then, a second later, her hair turned purple. Harry had great difficulty not to pass out from shock. The third girl had to be the daughter of Tonks "I'm Noreen Lupin. You two must be Henry and Rob"

Wait, Harry thought. She's a Metamorphogus like TONKS but her surname is LUPIN? TONKS and LUPIN?

"I'm Heather Weasley," Hermione's daughter greeted.

"My baby sister," Ron's son said.

"We're twins! You're older than me by two minutes!"

"Couldn't you have stayed in Mum? I enjoyed being an only child." Cody gave a snort.

"Like Aunt Hermione would've enjoyed that."

Harry, who was near passing out at first, had to fight himself from laughing. Ron and Hermione had twins. He glanced over at Ron to see how he was taking it. He looked very white and wide-eyed. Hermione sat down on the edge of Harry's bed. He assumed her knees would've given out if she had stood up any longer.

As if there weren't enough relatives in the room another girl walked in. She looked to be about fifth year and was wearing a Prefect's badge. She had perfectly even, white teeth and a long sheet of strawberry blonde hair. There was no doubt of who she reminded Harry of. What he didn't get was that Fleur had married in to the Weasley's.

"Hello Brie," Cody greeted.

"Patty told me there were new students," she said with a slight French accent.

"Helen, Rob, and Henry," Cody replied, pointing to the different people as he named them. "Sorry to abandon you three, but we kind of promised Hagrid, the gamekeeper, that we'd have tea with him after Quidditch practice. We'll see you at dinner!" Cody, closely followed by Ron's son and Harry's son, ran out the dormitory door.

"I'm off to terrorize the first years," said Noreen. "They think it's scary whenever I change appearance."

"They've just hardly seen anybody do it before," Brie stated reasonably.

"Then she shouldn't do it to them!" said Heather. Harry had to fight himself from laughing again. She was the spitting image of Hermione in every way.

"Come on, Heather," said Noreen has she opened the door. "learn to have some fun!" Noreen left the dorm room, closely followed by Heather and Brie. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left alone. After a few seconds of ringing silence Harry busted out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione demanded.

"You…had…twins…with…" That was all Harry had managed to say between laughter. Ron and Hermione were both very red in the face. So was Harry, but for different reasons.

"Guess who had three kids with Ginny?" Hermione spat. "You!" That shut Harry up immediately. Ron, however, seemed to have found his voice once more.

"You…" he said quietly to Harry. "…and Ginny? My sister? I-I…AAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!" Ron, very suddenly, launched himself at Harry and knocked him off his four-poster to the floor. Hermione, without a thought, whipped out her wand and performed "Petrificus Totalus" on the two of them.

"Can't you act or think rationally today at all?" Hermione demanded of the immobile Ron. She performed the countercurse on Harry and he stood up.

"Whose kids were those?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Well one was mine obviously," Hermione said, her cheeks turning pink. "The second one was Tonk's-"

"And Lupin's," Ron said grinning. Hermione had just performed the countercurse on him as well.

"The third was Bill's and Fleur's." Ron's jaw dropped. He obviously hadn't connected that Fleur was related to him in this time like Harry had.

"Who were the kids in here?" Hemione asked. "I know one was your son and one was mine but who was the third one?"

"Cody Weasley," Harry answered. "Charlie's kid." he added to her puzzled expression. Hermione paced the room for a minute in deep thought, muttering very quietly to herself.

"We're staying here for a week and only a week," Hermione decided suddenly.

"Why?" Ron asked. "Why should we only stay a week?"

"We shouldn't even be here!" Hermione snapped. "A week. ONLY a week!"

Harry, though shaken by the day's events, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He only had one week to get to know his son.