"No, Slytherin is going to win."

"Uh-uh, you are wrong, Gryffindor."

"Slytherin!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Stop it!" Hermione shouted from the kitchen, she could not take the nattering from her two children any longer; their argument about which Quidditch team would win the first match of the year back at Hogwarts was getting on her nerves.

She stomped into the kitchen, a handful of pancakes in her hand, placing them on the table her two children grabbed them, ravenously.

"Mmm, these are the best, Mum." A short black haired boy managed to spit out between mouthfuls.

"Andrew, how many times have I told you NOT to talk with your mouth full of food?" Sheepishly he looked at his plate, averting his gaze from his mothers. He was taller than his own Mother at 15 years old, but he had nothing but respect for her and done as he was told. He looked like a spitting image of his father. He was also cunning and very smart like his own father, which had landed him in Slytherin.

"Ha-ha, you got in trouble." A voice from the boys left, mused. A girl with black shoulder length hair taunted her brother. She was younger of the two at 13 and in Gryffindor. Both children were Quidditch aficionados much to Severus and Hermione's surprise, neither of them had any interested in the sport. They blamed Harry and his influence.

"Amelia! Do not taunt your brother," Hermione countered, glaring at her younger Daughter. She looked like a mix between Hermione and Severus, she had Hermione's eyes and bone structure and her fathers light pale skin.

"Ha-ha, you both got in trouble." A male voice came from the head of the table.

"Severus Snape!" Do not taunt the children and their misfortunes.

Severus sunk a tad lower in his chair, he knew when she said his full name he was in trouble.

"Sorry, just don't hurt me." He held his hands up defensively. He knew her wrath and wanted nothing of it.

Sitting down next to her husband, Hermione began to eat, giving a scornful look to each and every one at the table, daring them to step out of line.

"Mum, can you believe that giant prat over there." Andrew pointed his fork pointedly at his father. "Gave me a flipping detention he did," He scoffed, glaring at his father.

"And why was it I gave you a detention?," His father voice as smooth as silk.

Severus, the head of Slytherin house and the headmaster of Hogwarts was never hesitant to hand out detentions to his own two children should the need arise; there were no favorites in this school. Hermione head of Gryffindor and transfiguration teacher, taking over from Minerva when she had become headmistress, she had resigned nine years ago and left the post to Severus.

"Look this is not about who did or did not let off some wonderful Weasley fireworks in Uncle Harry's Defense class." The boy looked to his plate of crumbs, here it come...

"ANDREW! How DARE you bring those into this school, you know very well they are banned," Hermione screeched, Amelia thought she was doing a fine impression of an owl.

"Hey, blame Uncle Ron, he is the one who slipped them to me during Christmas dinner."

"Well then, I will be giving him a good talking too." Hermione folded her arms across her chest.

"And you, Severus Snape felt the need to keep this to yourself?"

Amelia watched on in amusement, smirking, a smirk that could rival even her own fathers.

"I took care of it wife, and I felt no more need to pursue the matter." He shrugged.

"Well, neither of you are to accept presents from Ron without me being there to supervise." She pointed her finger at both her Son and Daughter, who looked at each other, crestfallen. Ron gave them some of the best presents they received throughout the year.

Ron married Lavender Brown, still much part of Hermione's extended family. Harry and Ginny married for a few years before a whirlwind divorce. Ginny had left to go abroad and travel, something Harry did not want to do.

Their two children got to their feet. "Thanks for breakfast mum, but I think next time we will eat down in the Great Hall." At least then their Mother could only unleash her wrath upon them at nighttime.

Severus followed, getting to his feet, Hermione did the same. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a kiss on top of her head.

"I love you, Hermione. What more could I ask for? Two wonderful children and the best wife a man could ever hope for."

A/N: There. Next chapter...One to go. I really enjoyed writing this little ficlet with snapshots of their lives.

April 2018: Fixing random mistakes...

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