A/N: All righty then… Sorry it took so long but this is nice long one so that should make up for it. There's a long author's note at the end that explains some things that go on in the chapter so I'd recommend reading it. But please don't check my math and then correct me… it'll just be embarrassing. You know, for me.

Disclaimer: Not mine… J.K. Rowling's… you know the drill…

"Once upon a time a boy met and girl and they lived happily ever after… What with no drama? Must be a fairy tale!" – Danielle Juarez

Chapter Thirty Two

I've Got Plans

It was two weeks to graduation and everything was falling apart for Albus Potter. It all started on Saturday when he'd caught Persephone snogging Jeremy Jeter in the third floor broom closet. He didn't know how upset he'd be about seeing his ex with someone else until he did and when he did he didn't like it one bit. Albus had been so unexpectedly pissed off that he'd docked points and gave them both two weeks' worth of detentions. Jeter had been stunned and Persephone had marched off in a huff muttering about him being jealous.

Albus had gone to Anora's room complaining loudly about how immature and asinine and immoral Persephone was until Anora told him that he sure sounded jealous to her. They'd had a giant argument after that and Albus had gone to bed alone and miserable. The next day things just got worse. Anora had been late for Transfiguration and told him at lunch (after he'd apologized for being a prat) that she'd had a meeting with the Holy Head Harpies recruiter and would be joining their reserve team after she graduated. She'd be moving to Wales for training and Albus would be in London working with the Aurors.

And then he'd walked past the hour glasses show the House points and realized that he docked points from his own House. All in all it had been a pretty shitty couple of days. When he caught Persephone snogging Jon MacFinney after hours in the broom closet by the library, rage filled him to the boiling point but he managed to coral it and send them both to bed with detentions (one a piece, nothing unreasonable.) He finally had to admit that he did have some positive feelings for Persephone. Positive feelings for Persephone that weren't sexual but were fucking annoying.

He really like Anora, the fact that she was leaving for Wales as soon as they graduated made him sad. He'd hoped to let their relationship would develop once they got out of school but there was no chance of that now. There was no chance of loving her. Because at the moment Albus didn't love her. He liked her a lot, he was happy when he was with her but the thought of being separated from her didn't make him want to rip his heart out.

The feelings he had were nothing like the feelings that Albus knew James had for Kira or Lily had for Scorpius. He and Anora didn't share that kind of gut wrenching, all encompassing kind of love. He knew that they (Kira and James, Lily and Scorpius) liked each other, you know they enjoyed the other person for who they are, even their faults become endearing, kind of like. But what his siblings had was deeper than that, soul deep. The kind of love that can't have been a coincident, or chance or anything other than destiny. Lily and Scorpius were made for each other, James and Kira were essentially the same person. It wasn't like that with Anora and him. Their relationship was effortless and while that was nice it the deep complex layered relationship that he wanted. It sounded insane but the lack of drama was upsetting. There was no conflict so there was no interest.

It would save them both the heart ache of falling in love but being separated by half the country. If they broke up before they fell in love it would save them the pain, but that was in the future. Right now the thought of never getting to love her just made him sad. But it didn't make him wish that he'd never met her to avoid the pain of leaving her. He got a whole school year with her. A whole school year of time with a girl he had a lot in common with. They had some great conversations, she'd opened his eyes to some things and he knew he was a better person for their relationship.

When, two weeks later, he pulled on his dress robes ready to part with this school forever (or until his children graduated (but with the way his love life was shaping up he probably wouldn't be having any children)) he couldn't help thinking that he'd given more of his heart to this school than he'd gotten. His father always acted like this castle was his first home, like this castle had given him his confidence and his family and his one true love. Of course the last two were literally true. But it was almost completely opposite for Albus. His first girlfriend had ripped his heart out and humiliated him to bout. His second had taken his virginity in a broom closet like it hadn't meant anything. And his third was moving to Wales two days after she graduated and long before Albus was ready to give up on her.

He slowly followed his fellow graduates down to the Entrance Hall. They lined up in alphabetical order and made their way down to the lush green lawn lined with chairs. Parents waved and cheered and it seemed like everyone but Albus was excited and looking forward to life outside of Hogwarts. While Albus was certain what lay ahead for him with regard to his career that was the only thing he was certain of. Well that's not true. He was certain that his future didn't involve Anora.

When Professor Longbottom called "Potter, Albus" his family and friends cheered, he put on a smile and walked across the stage looking proud and thrilled and excited and everything he was supposed to look but inside… inside he was miserable. Why couldn't love be easy for him the way it had been for James? Why couldn't he have met his future wife on the train when he was eleven? Why wasn't that in the cards for him? He behaved, he worked and studied and he graduated with honors but not with a girlfriend.

He was so distracted by his own misery that he missed it when Rose missed her name and had to be called to the stage twice. He laughed with everyone else but it was all for show. It wasn't until the graduates had made their way back to the castle and Anora wrapped her arms around his waist that he felt better. There was potential between them but no way of bringing it to fruition.

Albus kissed Anora lightly on the lips.

"I'm going to miss you so much," he whispered.

He heard her sniffle into his throat.

"Well it's not like you're never going to come back to London. We can always see each other then. And who knows I might get some time off and the urge to holiday in Wales, you never know."

She laughed through her tears and then looked up at him with her big brown eyes.

"I think you're the best boyfriend I've ever had, Albus," she said.

He shrugged and looked away. Best boyfriend? Her other boyfriends must have arseholes. Here he was having positive non-sexual feelings for his ex, thinking that breaking up before they fell in love was a good idea and wondering how to shag her one more time before she left. That didn't sound like a good boyfriend to him.

"You are."

"I just wish I'd have gotten my head out of my arse sooner. We could have ages together."

"Who's to say I'd've wanted you sooner?" Anora smiled.

"Oh! Very nice!"

They both laughed and kissed.

"Albus," he pulled away from Anora and looked over at Hugo, "The family's catching up in the courtyard."

Albus sighed and pressed his forehead against Anora's.

"You might want to hurry. Scorpius' parents are here and no one looks too happy."

Albus sighed again. "Looks like the family wants to ruin my love life for the rest of my life. Come on, let's get out there before my family explodes."

Anora smiled up at Albus, took his hand and followed him out of Hogwarts.

When Rose pulled on her dress robes that morning she hadn't a clue what her day had in store for her. She knew what she hoped would happen but that didn't stop her from being nervous. Life in her family had taught her that things rarely if ever turned out the way that wanted them to. So she was realistic about her plan with Stephen. There was a good chance that it would blow up in her face, but she had to try. The past few months had been hell on earth.

She and Stephen had gotten closer and closer to the edge without tipping over and it was driving her up the wall. Her younger cousin was getting her needs seen to and Stephen wouldn't do anything about her needs until they were living together like a proper couple. He said that he wanted it to be natural. Like it would be unnatural if they did it in his flat while her parents were at work. As far as she was concerned they'd had plenty of time to do it before now but as her relationship with Stephen was one of partnership his opinion mattered just as much as hers. Unfortunately.

It all started out perfectly. Stephen was sitting right in front of her father who was eying her boyfriend curiously. That was good because than hopefully her parents wouldn't be so surprised when she told them that she and Stephen were getting back together. She could see him from where she was sitting and he just looked so handsome that she missed it when Professor Longbottom called "Weasley, Rose" and got to experience the joy of receiving her diploma while everyone laughed at her. But when she looked over at Stephen and he smiled sweetly at her she felt a lot better.

In the chaos after the ceremony Rose slipped away to the fifth year greenhouse where she would meet Stephen. She really should have checked out what the fifth years had been working on before deciding on this spot. It was filled with Amoravino plants also known as the Love Vine. They made anyone who touched them feel amorous until that person got some fresh air. Rose was sure that the pretty pink and white flowers on the vine had caused plenty of heartbreaks. The vines were swaying gently even though there was no breeze, silently drawing Rose closer.

Just one touch. The petals looked so soft and inviting. She rubbed one pink petal between her fingers while a vine brushed her cheek. Her mind became fuzzy and the thoughts morphed in her mind. She was young and beautiful and it was long past time she married Stephan and had children and sent them to Hogwarts. In fact she didn't really need to get married at all. And any bloke would do. It didn't really have to be Stephan.

The vines were weaving into her hair when all of the sudden a pair of large hands pulled her from the pretty plant. The hands took her over to the door and out into the fresh air. Rose tried to turn around to face what she was sure was the love of her life, the man she would have her babies with. They should get started right away. There was no point in waiting any longer. She was in love after all. But after a few minutes that started seeming like less and less of a good idea. She relaxed in the arms of whoever had saved her from her own libido.

"Better, Rosie?"

So it was Stephen then. That was good. And not nearly as embarrassing.

"Yeah, I think it's safe for me to turn around now. No chance of me jumping you."

"How disappointing."

Rose turned around and looked up at his smirking face. "You keep saying things like that and people will start thinking you fancy me."

"Umh… who cares what people think?"

He held out his hand, Rose took it and very willingly fell into his arms. She felt him direct her backwards until she hit the wall of the greenhouse, but she didn't care to open her eyes find out. She was too blissfully content with his kisses to care. Everything was perfect. Pretty soon she would be living with Stephen, her family would know all about their relationship and there would be no more sneaking around, no more avoiding her mother's attempts to talk about her love life or lack thereof.

Rose felt Stephen's lips trail down her throat. He pushed her dress robes out of the way and kissed along her collarbone. Rose's heart began to pound in her chest as the man she loved manhandled her, his hands running up and down her sides, his lips sucking and biting lightly at the tender skin of her chest. She felt like she was on fire. Burning with desire. Desperate for relief.

"Oh, Stephen," she moaned, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you so much."

"Rosie," he whispered. He pulled his head from chest and looked up at her. "I love you too. I've loved you for ages. And now we can finally be together properly."

"And what does that mean?"

Both Rose and Stephen froze. She peaked over her boyfriend's shoulder. Her father was standing behind them with his arms crossed over his chest and grim look on his face.

"Stephen turn around very slowly and keep your hands to yourself and nowhere near your wand," Rose whispered. He followed her directions explicitly.

"Rosie, what's going on?" her father asked.

"Oh, Merlin."

She dropped her face into her hands. This was just awful. How was she supposed to explain this to her father without hurting his feelings? She was well aware that she'd initially kept her relationship with Stephen a secret because of how interfering her father was, but now it was different. She knew he felt bad about it and now, after the debacle with Hugo, it would just hurt her parents and her family. And it seemed like there was no way around it.

"It was my idea, Mr. Weasley." Rose and her father looked at Stephen. Him with anger and hurt, her with horror and confusion. "When Rose and I broke up, I was heartbroken and angry. I blamed you and your family for bringing an end to my relationship. Over the summer I let her know that I still wanted to be together, she agreed and we met. I came up with the idea of keeping it a secret so that we could be together without the constant strain of your nephews dogging our every step. It took some convincing but eventually Rose agreed. She didn't want to lie to you so we just never brought it up."

Rose never felt so grateful to Stephen in her whole life but she couldn't let him take this bullet for her.

"That's not true, Daddy," she said.

"Rose, please," Stephen muttered.

"Keeping it a secret was my idea. I got if from Hugo and convinced Stephen to go along with it. He was the one who didn't want to lie to you. I convinced him otherwise."

"It was both of our idea. We will both take responsibility for it."

"Merlin, Rose," her father sighed. He ran a hand down his face. "What were you thinking?"

Rose moved into Stephen's arms and laid her head on his shoulder. "I just wanted to be with him, Dad. I wanted to be with him without all the pressure and inferring… I love him and we're moving in together."

"No."

"I'm an adult, Dad. I don't need your permission."

"Rosie, this is ridiculous. You are not moving in with Wood. It's not up for discussion. You have been lying to your parents for almost two years there is no way that you're going to move in with the boy who made you lie to us-"

"Bloody hell, Dad! It was my idea not his! I saw Hugo and Ruby snogging and realized that they had been keeping their relationship a secret. I planned to do the same thing with Stephen because I figured it was the only way to keep you out of my love life. I love Stephen. I love him and I will be moving in with him and there is nothing that you can do about it."

"Damn it, Rose! You are too- and your young- and not long enough- and no. Just no!"

"What's going on, Ron?"

Rose sighed in relief. Sometimes her mother just had perfect timing.

"These two have been dating in secret for almost two years," her father growled. Hermione put her hand on her husband's arm. Rose could see the upset on her face but her mother was her mother after all and Hermione's prime objective was to make sure her family was happy.

"Okay, we are going to handle this like the adults that we all are," her mother said. "Let's go back up to the courtyard. We'll all go to Grand Molly's for dinner and then back to our house for a nice long discussion. We won't make any decisions until then."

Her father and Stephen nodded and so did Rose, but she knew in her heart of hearts that it wouldn't matter what her parents had to say about her relationship. She would be moving in with Stephen in the next few weeks regardless of what her parents had to say.

For the past half hour Scorpius had been trying to bridge the gap between the family he was born to and his surrogate family. Lily was clasped in his arms glittering on her fourth finger was the tiny promise ring he'd given her before commencement. He'd had it mail ordered to Hogsmeade from a magazine his mother had sent him and paid for it with his inheritance. For a long time he'd been worried that he wouldn't be receiving his inheritance because it was controlled by his father. He hadn't gotten it when he turned seventeen during his sixth year but that didn't mean that he would never get it and eventually he did. Months ago, unbeknownst to the people glaring at his parents from right behind him, he'd sent a letter directly to his father. He explained as much as he could about what his life had been like since that fateful day when Draco Malfoy had walked out on his son.

He'd had to wait a week and a half for a response, which came from his mother not his father. It took three more weeks of regular letters to his father to get a response from his father. It was short a sweet. No "it's good to hear from you" or "I miss you" or "I want you to come home" no. It was quite simply:

Your mother and I are moving into a penthouse in London. She would like to see you over winter break.

Yours,

Father

It might seem cold to some but Scorpius understood how to read between the lines. Moving out of Malfoy Manor meant one thing. Draco was choosing his son over his father. It didn't necessarily mean that Grandfather Lucius was no longer a threat to his chosen life but it did mean that should his grandfather become a problem his own father would be there to support him. Draco had written that his mother wanted to see him over the break which Scorpius didn't doubt but the fact that he'd been invited by his father meant that his father wanted him there. Also Draco had signed the letter "Father" taking back what he'd said about not having a son. You couldn't be a father without a child.

He hadn't been sure about how his surrogate family would feel about him going to see his birth family, so he'd lied, sort of. He'd told them that he was going out to get their gifts so none of them could come with him, he'd refrained from telling them that in the middle of his shopping he intended to have lunch with his parents. At lunch he learned a lot about what his father had had to do to be where he was. Draco had told Lucius that the only way to teach Scorpius the error of his ways was to appear to support him and slowly retrain him to the proper way of life. The way of life expected of a Malfoy.

Whether or not Grandfather Lucius actually agreed with or believed his son was uncertain but Scorpius trusted his father when he said that he'd only said this to Lucius to keep the family money and his own job while getting his son back in his life.

So when Scorpius turned eighteen his inheritance of about twenty five million galleons was added to his personal vault at Gringotts and then at twenty five he would get another thirty five million, something his father told him was guaranteed. It was something like a peace offering from his birth family and he would take it. And he did take it. He asked his mother to send him a fine jewelry magazine several weeks before graduation. He hadn't exactly been planning to get a promise ring but he did want to get her something for how much she'd helped him come to terms with his family issues. When Scorpius had seen the three stone diamond ring, goblin made in white gold, imbedded with tiny diamonds, he'd known that it was the perfect thing for his Lily.

He had no reason to worry about his money or his family. He knew his parents would stand by him. So letting the world know that he would one day marry Lily Luna Potter was no problem for him. He loved Lily and wanted to be her husband. But, when he got the ring, neither of them had graduated yet, Lily wouldn't for another year, so an engagement ring was too much, a promise ring was just right. It sent the right message. Someday but not today. Like his parents moving out of Malfoy Manor this ring was a statement of intent. He intended to live his life the way he wanted.

He remembered fondly the looked of absolute love and awe on Lily's face. Giving her the ring had done a few things. It told his family he meant to be his own man, it told everyone that Lily would one day be his wife and it reassured Lily that he had no feelings for any other girl, including Anora. Really the ring was the perfect gift.

And now here he stood between his birth family and his rapidly expanding surrogate family. He and his parents were talking quietly with Lily wrapped in his arms standing stiffly. His parents were being very cordial towards her and she to them and while no one had insulted anyone else, he knew that both Grand Molly and Grandpa Arthur were standing close by ready to defend him by force if necessary and Mrs. Potter was within hearing range in case anyone spoke ill of her daughter. By all accounts it was turning out rather well.

And when that thought flitted through his head all hell broke loose around him. Rose, Stephen Wood and her parents appeared from the direction of the green house and Albus and Anora slouched miserably from the Great Hall behind Hugo. Seeing his former enemy caused something to snap in Ron Weasley and he started yelling.

"I cannot believe you two!" he screamed. "Two years! After everything that happened with Hugo!"

"What're you talking about!" Hugo yelled. Anytime anyone made a slightly insulting reference towards Ruby he flipped. "Are you talking about Ruby?"

"No, I'm talking about your sister and this conniving bastard!"

"Dad he's not a bastard! But you're sure acting like one," Rose snapped.

After that people stopped paying as much attention to him and his birth family.

"So, while everyone is losing it, why don't we decide where we're having dinner tonight?" Scorpius asked, conversationally.

James had spent the last hour watching his family explode around him waiting for the right time to get on his knee. He absolutely refused to do it unless he had everyone's attention, now he was thinking it would be a great diversion from the madness ensuing ever since Uncle Ron caught Rose kissing the lips off Stephen Wood in the greenhouse. Luckily for him he never expected this to be perfect or even run smoothly. That would be unnatural and in all honesty he'd wonder if something was wrong with his family. They were a mental lot and he liked it that way. He didn't stand out when surrounded by nutters. Actually, he felt it made him appear almost normal or at least as close as he'd ever get.

He was nineteen so he knew that he and Kira wouldn't be getting married for a while. Not until his inheritance kicked in at least.

The Ministry had finally settled on what to do with the Lestrange vault at Gringotts a few years ago and the goblins had taken their sweet time moving the vast one billion galleon fortune from the dead Death Eaters' vault to the vaults of the four people the Ministry decided were victimized most by Bellatrix and Rodulfus (as they had no children and no heirs to their fortune something had to be done with the gold). The chosen victims were Neville Longbottom, Hermione Weasley, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.

A billion galleons split evenly four ways meant two hundred fifty million each. His parents had set up a twofold inheritance for their three children four years ago when they found out they would be getting the gold. At twenty one James would get ten million galleons and then at twenty five he'd get thirty million. (Of course his brother and sister would be receiving the same amount.) James thought it would be best to wait until he was twenty five to have a totally kick ass wedding and he was sure that Kira's vanity would insist on the same.

James looked about the courtyard. On the steps up to the castle Scorpius stood with his parents and Lily with a tiny diamond promise ring glittering on her finger. They actually looked happy. That was a relief. On the other side of the courtyard Albus sat next to Anora talking softly and looking a little sad, they both did. In the corner Rose and Stephen were facing off against Uncle Ron with Aunt Hermione trying to keep the peace. As per usual his Dad was somehow exempt from the madness, with his Mum keeping watch over Lily and Scorpius. Everyone else was busy sticking their noses where they didn't belong and generally getting in the way. Kira stood by his side, smiling fondly at the family she'd taken as her own in spirit. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. Her loving gaze swung to him and the panic faded. Everything would be all right.

He took her hand in his and dropped to his knee. Kira gasped. The whole family stopped to watch. James took a deep breath and began the speech he'd been practicing in his head all day.

"When I was eight I asked my Dad a seemingly simple question about boys and girls. He told me, among other things I've suppressed for the sake of my sanity, that someday when I was much, much, much older that I'd meet a girl, fall in love and want to marry her. Neither of us knew I would be meeting that girl three years later. Merlin, I remember it like it was yesterday. Walking through the train and finding you trying to talk a bunch of Muggle-borns who didn't know any better into stealing the food trolley. I thank Merlin to this day that none of them took you up on it. I don't know, and quite frankly I don't want to know what would have happened if someone other than me had pushed you down the corridor on that trolley and then helped you eat all the pumpkin pasties. But it was me. Me and you, baby." At this point Kira was jumping up and down, grinning and making happy little noises.

"And do you remember what you said while we sat in Professor Longbottom's office as he informed us that we were the first student's in Hogwarts history to receive a detention without actually setting foot in the castle? He went off grumbling and you looked at me with that naughty gleam in your eye and scoffed, "That was nothing. I've got plans, you in?" I didn't even think for a second before saying, "You betcha." Well, Kiki, I've got plans," James reached into his pocket, placed the small velvet box in Kira's hand and flipped the lid open. "You in?"

She didn't take her eyes off him to look at the ring. "You bet your sweet ass I'm in!" she exclaimed. The family cheered.

"Kira! My Kira! A part of the family!" Grand Molly exclaimed, rushing over. James slipped the ring on her finger before they were overrun.

"I told you you'd be married in a hot second!" Teddy yelled.

"You'll be proper godparents for Dora," Victoire insisted.

"Oh, I thought this would never happen!"

"Mum!" James yelled, affronted.

"Well you took your bloody time!" Ginny said, hands on hips.

"Give him a break, Gin. Are you ready to be a grandmother so soon?" She paled at Harry's words.

"Let's see the ring, Kira!" Lily said, bouncing up and down. Kira finally looked down at her hand and gasped.

"Holy crap, Potter!" she shouted. "Is this why you haven't bought any groceries since Christmas?" She held up her left hand graced with a two carat emerald cut ruby surrounded by tiny diamonds on a band crusted with diamonds all set in yellow gold. James had liked it because it all but screamed Gryffindor.

"Sue me, Kiki," he said. "My inheritance doesn't kick in until my twenty-first birthday and Uncle George is a skinflint with his prime inventors."

"I am not!"

"Plus I'm trying to save for a proper home. There's no way I'm marrying you then moving back into a flat!"

"You don't have to worry about that, James," Harry said.

"I'm not moving back home either!"

"I didn't mean that," Harry snapped. "Your mother and I have been slowly refurnishing Grimmauld Place in London. It's meant to be a house for any of our children who want a home but can't afford one just yet. You, Albus and Lily when she graduates will be more than welcome to use it once we've finished."

"Well would you look at that, babe," James said. "We won't have to start selling our ideas to Zonko's just to make ends meet."

"That's not even funny," Uncle George snapped.

"Sorry, Uncle George, luckily we only have to scrap by until I turn twenty-one."

"You two aren't going anywhere," Uncle George insisted. "You've made me more money in one year then I've made in the last five. I suppose we could work something out."

"You'll stop cursing our alarm clock?" Kira asked, staring at her ring.

"Don't make any promises you can't keep, George!" Aunt Luna said.

"How about a raise to make up for the constant need for new alarm clocks and then some?"

"Why don't you just hide the damn clock?" Albus asked.

"Shh, Al! We're thinking." James pressed his forehead against Kira's. She smiled. "We think we can live with that, Uncle George!"

"Brilliant!"

"Let's celebrate!" Lily exclaimed. "Kira and James are getting married and a raise apparently. Al, Scorpi and Rose just graduated! This is a good day!"

"That's right, everyone back to the Burrow!" Grand Molly yelled over the ruckus of her family. "Oh happy day! Kira, my Kira!"

Kira clung to James' side, ready to travel down the Hogsmeade to Apparate home. She kissed his ear and whispered, "Told you they like me better than you."

James grinned, "Well, someone really ought to like you," then took off running with Kira hot on his heels, laughing her cute little bum off. Just because they were getting married that didn't mean he couldn't still take the mickey and for one second his manic family managed to focus on the positives instead of all the drama.

Not a boring graduation after all, James decided. And really his opinion is really the only one that ought to matter.

A/N: I've done some math in this chapter so bear with me. I graduated with an English degree having only taken one math class years ago and no economics class. So let's assume that the Lestrange's had at least one billion galleons worth of valuables in their vault. What happened to it after they died? Well I say the Ministry took their sweet time delegating and commissioning and meeting until many, many, many years later (let's be honest it's not exactly a priority right after the war had ended) that it would be split evenly between the four people who were most hurt by the Lestranges and I figure that's Neville, Hermione, Ron and Harry.

One billion galleons in pounds with a conversion rate of five and half pounds per galleon is five billion five hundred thousand pounds. Five billion five hundred thousand pound in American dollars with a conversion rate of one and half dollars per pound is eight billion two hundred fifty thousand dollars which is a lot of fucking money. Split four ways that's two billion sixty two million five hundred thousand dollars each or one billion three hundred seventy five thousand pounds each.

Now the Potter children's inheritance of ten million galleons when they turn twenty one turns into fifty five million pounds or eighty two million five hundred thousand pounds. The second half of thirty million galleons when they turn twenty five turns into one hundred sixty five million pounds or two hundred forty seven million five hundred thousand dollars making their entire inheritance forty million galleons or two hundred twenty million pounds or three hundred thirty million dollars.

Scorpius' inheritance would be about the same considering the fact that the Malfoy's are bound to be just as rich as the Lestranges and their money hasn't gone anywhere. So at eighteen he got twenty five million which becomes one hundred thirty million five hundred thousand pounds or two hundred six million two hundred fifty thousand dollars. The inheritance he gets when he's older is thirty five million galleons or one hundred ninety two million five hundred thousand pounds or two hundred eighty eight million seven hundred fifty thousand dollars making his total inheritance sixty million galleons or three hundred thirty million pounds or four hundred ninety five million dollars.

So in plain numbers that's…

Potter children total each:

In galleons- 40,000,000

In pounds- 220,000,000

In dollars- 330,000,000

Scorpius' total:

In galleons- 60,000,000

In pounds- 330,000,000

In dollars- 495,000,000

Trust the plain numbers more than what I've written. I used the calculator on my IPod touch and trusted my understanding of exchange rates from Mugglenet so who knows what's true…