Nineteen Years Later

"Alice, love. What are you wearing?" I all but groan as my thirteen year old daughter steps off of the Hogwarts Express. I knew for a fact that was not the uniform I had purchased for her earlier in the summer and I also knew for a fact my husband would have a heart-attack if he saw how short her skirt was. Rubbing the bridge of my nose I flick my wand at her skirt as she struts by ignoring the pout and giving her a pointed look as her friends giggle and rush off dragging her behind them.

A crash catches my attention and I feel my neck snap over at the noise letting out a frustrated huff as I all but stomp over to my eldest nephew and son. I remember telling Neville this was the last time I was taking his train duty, I wasn't falling for romantic promises anymore after this totally not worth it.

"James, Severus, there better not be a student trapped in that trunk or it's detention for a month. Two, if I find out it's Albus." I warn gesturing to the trunk that was now on it's side a suspicious thumping echoing from within. I fix them each with a glare and mentally scold my reproductive organs for giving me girl and boy twins instead of two girls. Severus would be much easier to manage if he was a girl, I doubt he would be so close with James, Merlin knows Alice isn't.

"Mum, we're hurt, really" Sev starts placing a hand over his chest in a wounded manner. I watch as he shakes his black hair out of his eyes glancing over at his red-headed cousin who was trying and failing to look innocent.

"Why would we do such a thing to poor little Albus, honestly we-"

"LET ME OUT!"

"-will see you at seven for detention. Ta!" he finishes rushing off before I could stop him. I give James a hard look before he too rushes off not daring to look back.

Making a mental note to write Harry and demand our boys see less of each other I right the trunk and spell open the latches coming face to face with a rather small blonde head of hair. This certainly wasn't Albus Severus.

"Ruddy ginger and his side kick shoved me in here an hour ago! I will tell my Father about this and- Oh Professor, having a good day?" an almost familiar blonde blushes moving out of the cramped trunk, pushing his hair out of his face. There was no doubt in my mind as to who his Father was and that made me smile.

"Better then you, love. Off to the boats, they will be punished I assure you." I tell him giving him a slight push towards Rose Weasley, Hermione and Ron's daughter who was walking past with a scared looking Albus. "You two think you can keep him out of James and Severus' way. They've just trapped him in a trunk." I halt them ignoring the small glare I was getting from the youngest and what I'm certain was the only Malfoy child.

Albus gives him a pitying look before nodding up at me, "Sure, Auntie Liz"

"It's Professor Potter, Albus" Rose hisses pinching his side. My nephew frowns at his cousin before giving me a small smile.

"We'll go find a boat together now then, Auntie Liz" he emphasizes the last part with a look to Rose daring her to correct him. When I smile the young girl huffs in a Hermione like fashion before stomping away leaving the boys tittering behind her.

"Off you go then," I urge before gesturing to a young girl who looked rather annoyed because older students kept bumping into her. "Sophia, follow them to the boats, dear. We'll get you out of this mob soon enough." I finally urge my youngest daughter who had been shadowing me around the platform since she had ran off the train when it first arrived.

With a grateful look she pushes her dark brown hair out of her face and rushes over her eyes now shining. "Albus! Now I won't be a loser like that idiot who got shoved in a trun-" she stops noticing the small blonde looking directly at her, "Ha, well… Let's go?" she questions pushing herself between Albus and the younger Malfoy leading them towards an impatient Rose who was tapping her foot. She was definitely a miniature me at that age.

I feel myself smiling as I watch the four walk towards the boats a feeling of nostalgia hitting me. With Alice and Severus it had been different, they were polar opposites and set off to make their own friends and solidifying spots in different cliques early on. Sophia though, there was no doubt in my mind that the quartet I just saw would solidify their friendship during the boat ride.

"Merlin, what's Sophia doing with Scorpius Malfoy?"

I snort, Scorpius? How could I have forgotten a name like that. Of course, such a common name. No wonder Severus and James shoved him in a trunk.

"Your son assisted in locking him in a trunk, I figured he could use some friendlier students as friends." I answer my husband who had walked up beside me still wearing some gloves telling me he had just come from one of the Greenhouses. I look up at him only to find him staring right back at me his eyes as warm and filled with love as the day he proposed.

"Ever find it weird that when he's done something bad he's automatically my son. You do know you partook in his creation right? The nine hours of labor are still in your memory correct?"

I swat at Neville's shoulder making him grin as he snakes an arm around my waist pulling me close as we watch the last of the students get into carriages and move towards the castle.

"They are, I thought I wasn't allowed to use the labor excuse anymore. Is that allowed again?" I question eagerly, that had been one of the better excuses.

"No, it isn't" he informs me quickly leading me over to the last carriage helping me up into it.

"Bugger, I was looking forward to that." I pout, giving him a quick kiss and leaning against his shoulder watching as the trees slowly passed.

"I'm sure you were," he laughs stroking my hair, something he had always done, something I had grown to love. "Any guesses as to where Sophia will end up?"

I shrug and nuzzle into my husbands side. I honestly didn't care where any of my children were sorted. Alice had been put into Hufflepuff and Severus into Ravenclaw. Alice was kind and social where Severus had extreme wit and a knack for trouble. He was a bit of a mad genius, it was quite scary sometimes.

"Maybe Gryffindor, third times a charm!" I cheer giving a little fist pump. Neville chuckles drawing his face along mine lightly kissing my cheek. "If she isn't we can always try again."

I laugh at this pushing away from him, "You know Sophia was the last Mr. If you want another we have to adopt, McGonagall wasn't happy the last time I took maternity leave you know. That and my body is sick of turning into a whale for nine months."

Neville pouts making me roll my eyes, "If you want a baby so much you have it" I snort. He frowns, "No thanks, adoption it is. You know I love you right? Every minute of every day."

"I do, and you know that I love you?"

"I do"

I smile up at him giving him a sweet kiss on the lips, "Great, I need you to supervise detention with Sev and James for the next month."

"Lizzie!"

"I'll pay you back in sexual favours!" I exclaim as the carriage comes to a halt. Neville blushes and I roll my eyes. It's not like it hadn't happened before.

"Professor Potter! Professor Longbottom! Quick! Four first years fell out of their boat!" a frantic fifth year Prefect yells as soon as my feet touch the ground. I groan and turn to Neville holding my fist out for a round of rock, paper, scissors.

I had a feeling I knew which four kids had fallen out. I also had a feeling it was my daughters idea that they took a swim, what surprised me was the fact she said four, I wonder how they got Rose into the water... In the last nineteen years there hadn't been a dull moment in my life, sure there were twists and turns but I took it all in stride. Being Harry Potters twin sister doesn't come with a manual, but with great friends, great family and especial a great brother I couldn't find anything to complain about.

"Damn" Neville swears as I crush his scissors, "Detention sound good if I can prove it wasn't an accident?" I nod. That was a good idea, scare them early, she could join her brother and cousin later tonight.

I watch Neville walk away for a moment before calling out to him drawing the stares of many students. "Professor Longbottom!," he turns expectantly, "I still love you, even if our children are menaces to the wizarding world."

He blushes before turning away, the students nearby giggling to themselves. I was still very inappropriate, but only so much can change in nineteen years.