It was a warm summer night. Professor McGonagall sat in her study, flitting through her papers with her old, withered hand. Mr. Potter had sent her an owl saying he was going to visit with his two friends at exactly seven pm. She glanced at her large, grandfather clock and noted that it was 2 minutes until seven; they should floo in pretty soon. By the time the clock struck seven, Harry Potter stepped out of her fire grate wearing a burgundy shirt and black pants; it was too hot to wear robes. He was followed by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley looking as red as his hair.

"'Evening Minerva." Harry calmly greeted.

"Oh, good evening, Mr. Potter, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." The couple nodded at the greeting. "I assume you're here to pick up Lily and Hugo? That big explosion in the bathroom has knocked them both unconscious. I should think they both need time at St. Mungo's seeing as they each have sprouted a wing and a tail because of the potion they were concocting."

"Yes, and I've heard they also blew open the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets." Harry remarked.

"I wouldn't call that much of an achievement, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall replied sternly.

"We know about that, Professor but that's not the only reason we've come." Ron tried to contain himself. "Is it true about Rose and that bloody Malfoy kid?"

Professor McGonagall grinned like a cat. She was amused beyond words.

"Whatever are you talking about, Mr. Weasley?"

"You know clearly to what I am implying, Minerva."

"To whatever it is you are implying to, I have no business with." The Professor responded coolly. "It is quite amusing though that whenever I see those two, I am reminded of how Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger used to loathe each other. It is ironic to see exact versions of you two doing the exact opposite of what you were doing back then."

"That was what I was afraid of!" Ron ejaculated hysterically. "Now, all I'll ever see is Hermione and Malfoy spending lovey-dovey time with each other whenever I see Rose and Scorpius!"

Harry and Hermione chuckled at Ron's jealous tendencies.

"What are you worrying about Ron?" Hermione asked. "We're already married. It's not like I had a past with Draco or something."

"Why are you calling him Draco?" Ron shot back.

Professor McGonagall sneered. As a matter of fact, they did have a past, one only she and Professor Snape knew.

"Listen," Harry interrupted. "Aren't you just happy, that, for the first time, those ancient prejudices are over?"

"He's right." Professor McGonagall agreed. "Those two youths are living proof that we are now living in an era where love and friendship are not hindered by prejudices about blood. No more pureblood or mudblood nonsense!"

"We should be happy that our children have moved forward and can see beyond a person's heritage, unlike you who still holds a grudge against Malfoy." Hermione noted to Ron.

"Yes, Voldemort's time is long over and Hogwart's is no longer a place for rivalry." Harry paused and looked at the portrait of Albus Dumbledore. "I'm sure that he would've loved to have seen all of these."