The next day reminded Harry much like his first day of school in his parents' time. Whispers followed them to the Great Hall to breakfast, but that was only because they were new students, not because they looked like anybody.

Harry only slightly welcomed the attention. They weren't saying he was crazy, so that was fine with him.

Ron, who was usually always cast in Harry's shadow, welcomed it. Almost the minute they walked in to the Great Hall, they were ambushed by none other than Patty Weasley.

"I have your books," she said dropping three sets of books in to their hands. "and your schedule. Enjoy your breakfast."

"You have Divination with us!" said Cody, looking at Harry and Ron's timetable and pointing to his cousins. "It's a bit of rubbish and we have a cooky teacher who keeps on predicting deaths of random students, but her work is easy. All you have to do is make up a whole bunch of miserable stuff and she laps it all up."

Harry and Ron exchanged looks. It seemed that Trelawney was still teaching the same subject.

"Taking Arthimancy?" Heather said curiously, looking at Hermione's schedule when she sat down. "And Ancient Runes? That's a lot better of a choice than Divination."

"You're just saying that because you were complete rubbish at Divination and the teacher told you so," Ron's son muttered. Harry had to suppress a grin.

"I'm saying it because the subject is rubbish!" Heather snapped.

"I agree," said Hermione. Heather brightened up that somebody agreed with her and immediately started going in to deep discussion with Hermione about their first class, Transfiguration.

"Who teaches Transfiguration?" Ron asked. Before his question could be answered, there was the sound of flapping wings and the screeches and hoots of hundreds of owls.

"I bet you a Galleon that my dad and your dad have sent us a letter," Ron's son muttered to Harry's son.

"I'm not taking you up on that bet because it's way too predictable of them," Harry's son replied. "Oh, look. What do you know?" A barn owl and a tawny owl landed in front of the two boys. On the barn owl was an envelope with Ron's untidy scrawl and on the envelope on the tawny owl Harry recognized his own handwriting.

"Why have your dads written to you?" Harry asked curiously.

"We got detention for two weeks the other day," Ron's son said casually while ripping open his letter. "at least, I'm sure that's-yeah, that's his reason for writing," he confirmed while reading the letter.

"Same with my dad," said Harry's son rolling his eyes. "With all the capitals he used, he might as well have sent a Howler. Here read it for yourself, Henry. You can get a pretty good idea of what my dad is like." said Harry's son, passing Harry the letter. Harry read it:

HARRY POTTER!

WHAT WERE YOU AND RON THINKING WHEN YOU TWO BEWITCHED THAT SUIT OF ARMOUR TO SING CURSE WORDS?! AND WHY WOULD YOU TWO GREASE THE FLOOR OF THE CHARMS CORRIDOR AND THEN SLIDE FILCH'S CAT DOWN IT?! I GOT A LETTER FROM MCGONAGALL ABOUT IT! I AM ABSOLUTELY APPALLED AT YOUR BEHAVIOR! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I TOOK AWAY THE INVISIBILITY CLOAK AND THE MAP! KEEP IT UP AND DON'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU FIND OUT YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE ON THE QUIDDITCH TEAM ANYMORE!

-Dad

Harry couldn't believe it. Besides the thing with Filch's cat (as much as he hated Filch, it seemed like animal cruelty what his son did) Harry didn't understand why he would write such a letter to his kid. He glanced over at the letter Ron's son had handed to Ron. It basically said the exact same thing. Why had Ron and Harry changed so much?

"My dad always threatens me with no Quidditch, but he never does it," Harry's son said, taking the letter back.

"I wouldn't be surprised if our dad's did decide that we shouldn't play Quidditch anymore," said Ron's son. "Honestly, both of them are…are…" Ron's son seemed to trying to be finding the right words to describe Harry and Ron.

"They're strict…"said Harry's son.

"…uptight…" said Ron's son.

"…boring…"

"…absolutely no-fun-"

"-wet blankets."

"Yeah," Ron's son agreed. "that pretty much sums up our dad's for you."

Harry and Ron tried to smile, but gave up and stuffed some food in their mouth instead. They exchanged looks now and then that clearly said, "How did we end up like that?"

"You have an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry asked curiously, glancing at the letter in his son's hand.

"Had one," Harry's son said darkly. "and a pretty neat map of the school. But dad took it away."

"Our dad's probably think that just because they never got in trouble at school, we shouldn't either," said Ron's son.

The teacher for Transfiguration was Professor Mason. She was practically a copy of McGonagall in every way. Only scarier. After she called role, she proceeded to talk about the Vanishing Spell.

"Now, who can tell me the incanta-" Before Professor Mason could finish her sentence, Hermione's hand shot in to the air. So did Heather's. They both glanced at each other and raised their hands a little higher, determined to be called upon. Harry, Ron, and their son's had to resist the urge to laugh. Surely, neither Hermione nor Heather had ever had somebody challenge them in a class. Professor Mason looked uncertain as well.

"How about we give the new student a try?" Professor Mason said, nodding toward Hermione. Heather lowered her hand rather slowly. She looked somewhere between disappointed and livid. Hermione looked triumphant.

"Versparaganto," Hermione answered promptly.

"Correct. Now, would like to demonstrate-" Both Heather and Hermione's hands shot in to the air again. "How about you both try it?" Professor Mason suggested. The two girls looked at her as if she had suggested that they jump off the Astronomy Tower. Professor Mason didn't seem to notice this as she placed two snails in front of them.

"Together now," said Professor Mason. "One-" Hermione and Heather didn't wait. They vanished their snails before she could finish counting.

"Well done," Professor Mason said quietly. "Ten points each to Gryffindor. Now I'm going to pass out a snail to everybody in the class and you can all try."

Harry and Ron were able to vanish their snails faster than their sons but only because they had done this spell before. As soon as the bell rang for break, Harry and Ron caught up to Hermione to talk with her back in Gryffindor tower.

"I'm going to beat Heather on that test Friday," said Hermione with a manic glint in her eye. Professor Mason had announced that there would be a test on Vanishing Spells before the end of class. "So talk fast. I need to study."

"We've already learned this stuff!" Ron said incredulously.

"Look, Herm-Helen," said Harry. He had to change what he was saying mid-word when Hermione gave him a look. "Harry and Ron got letters from their dad's today."

"So?"

"They've gone completely mental," said Ron. "They might as well have sent them Howlers. They've become so uptight, I can't believe we're…them!"

Hermione looked as if Ron and Harry had just wasted her time completely.

"Is that it?" she asked. "That's all your concerned about? Well, if that's it, I'm going to study the chapter on Vanishing Spells thoroughly. I will get a higher grade than her!" With that, she left the dormitory.

"What do we do?" Ron asked Harry. "We've become a cross between my mum and Percy!"

"I don't like it either," said Harry. "we'll do something about it. There has to be something we can do to convince them…but…I don't know."

"We have to think of something mate," Ron said sounding slightly desperate. "I'd rather not have them remember their dads like that. It'd be really depressing. But I can't think of anything to do."

"And we can't ask Helen for help. She's too obsessed with beating Heather in Transfiguration."

"So we're going to have to figure out what to do by ourselves? Any ideas?"

Harry thought for a minute, racking his brains.

"I have no idea," he said. Ron groaned.

"You never have sudden strokes of brilliance when we need them, mate," said Ron.