"So, the twins are doing okay?" Samantha asked, glancing between her parents. They were standing in the kitchen where her parents had found her finishing up breakfast after they'd arrived. The Weasley family, along with Harry and Hermione, were in Diagon Alley buying their supplies for the coming school year. Bill and Fleur had taken a trip to Muggle London. She had been surprised when her parents arrived, but her father had said that Mrs. Weasley had contacted him.
"Poppy says they are doing just fine," her mum replied, smiling brightly. "And, we know what sex they are…"
"Well? Don't leave me in suspense here, mum!"
"They're boys," her father said with a smirk.
"Brothers," Sam said softly. "Oh wow."
"That's not all of our news," her mum continued. "Albus offered me the Muggle Studies classes, including the introductory classes. It means I'll be living at Hogwarts. He gave me rooms above Severus' and they will be connected."
"But, I won't really be able to visit you, will I mum? People might notice if I kept visiting the Muggle Studies professor."
Her father answered, "You won't be able to visit her directly, but none would notice if you were to visit your Head of House. Albus also feels that we should make it known that the twins are my sons. It means that our marriage will also become public knowledge. I'd rather not have my sons thought of as bastards." Sam was about to say something when her father cut her off, "You are most definitely not a bastard. Your mother and I were, and still are, married."
"Well, uhm, good," Sam said, not sure how to respond to that. She hadn't even really been thinking about that at all.
"Dumbledore has said that he will be posting an anniversary notice in the Daily Prophet to commemorate our 2 month 'wedding anniversary.' He pulled in a favor in the ministry to bury our original wedding records and to falsify new ones. He decided it would be easier to explain our relationship to our colleagues and students in this manner."
"Uh, speaking of Hogwarts, I got my supplies list… Will you take me to Diagon Alley to get my things?" Sam asked, glancing between the two. "Er, assuming that I will be attending Hogwarts…" she trailed off. She hadn't really discussed it with her father yet, but she assumed her work was close enough to where it would need to be.
"Dumbledore has arranged your O.W.L.s for a couple weeks from now. I am confident that you will at least receive a passing mark in four of the five subjects you've been receiving tutoring in. You may also sit for an O.W.L. in Muggle Studies. You have had readings for History and Herbology, though I doubt you would pass the practical portion of Herbology."
"I'm sorry, but is that a yes or a no as to whether I may attend Hogwarts?" Samantha asked, narrowing her eyes at her father.
This time it was her mum who answered for her father, "Samantha, your father and I have discussed this and we have both decided that you will be attending Hogwarts this year."
Sam gave an excited laugh, "Thank you both!"
"If you wish, we can visit Diagon Alley now to purchase your supplies," her father said. "But, you will have to bear in mind that while there, I am your temporary guardian and Head of House. You will address both your mother and I as Professor."
"I'll be keeping 'Smith' as my surname for now," her mum added helpfully.
"We will give you money after we visit the bank, so it will not appear as if we are purchasing anything for you," her father finished.
Samantha grinned broadly, she remembered Diagon Alley from her brief trip there with her father. She was hoping they might be able to visit more stores than on their first visit. Of course, at that time their only objectives had been a wand and some robes. Now she needed books, parchments and quills, more robes, a cauldron and ingredients for potions.
Following her parents through the Floo, she smiled.