When Minerva McGonagall received a letter from Ginny Potter warning her about her son James, she had chuckled. Many parents worried that their children would simply wreak havoc their entire school careers, and it appeared that the Potters were no exception. Later that day, as she was passing by the trophy cases, she caught sight of James Potter's captain trophy. He had led the Gryffindor Quidditch team to victory two years in a row, and many were saddened to see him graduate. When news came that James and Lily had a son, the Hogwarts staff seemed to prepare themselves for Harry's pranks and incessant troublemaking. Lily had sent her a letter, warning her that Harry already tried to steal his father's broom at a few months old.
She did the exact same thing as she had all those years ago: chuckled and called it mother's fear. Gazing at the dusty old Quidditch trophy, Minerva suddenly had an epiphany. She had laughed at Lily's letter, but she had been correct. Harry had more on his plate than his parents did in their school days, and he had still managed to give her a few heart attacks each year. As a matter of fact, Harry had made more trouble than James did. Was it a continuous cycle? Would all Potters come to school and be more troublesome than their parents before them? Minerva felt exhausted thinking about it. He's just an infant now, she reasoned. Don't be afraid of something that won't even happen for eleven years.
Eighteen years and two Potters later, Minerva slapped her forehead with her palm and let out a growl of irritation. One Potter breaking things and running a much was enough, but three. She generally enjoyed her students, but those Potter children were stitched out of trouble, pranks, smarts, and pure mischievous evil. The three Potters, a few of the Weasleys, and many other students were clustered together and laughing at something. Believing there to be a poor bullied soul in the centre, Minerva demanded to know what was going on.
"Professor," James said in greeting. He was laughing, apparently so hard that he was wiping tears from his eyes. "You won't believe what my parents used to be called."
Her head tilted in confusion. James managed to get his hands on two magazines.
"Here's good old Dad," Lily said, pointing to an ancient Witch Weekly that proclaimed Harry as the most eligible bachelor. Minerva's eyes widened, though no one except for Al paid attention.
"And here's Mum," James said. Another ancient magazine was shown, with a young Ginny Weasley smiling at the camera and being proclaimed as the sexiest woman in Quidditch.
"Wow, look at this gene pool!" Fred Weasley said.
"Give me those!" Minerva demanded. James and Lily reluctantly handed the magazines to her, though they were still chuckling.
Al, on the other hand, looked a bit ill. "Those ruddy magazines," he said. Minerva couldn't help but agree. She had never known of those magazines until that day, and wished that she never had to see the Potters' paper exploits.
A/N: So, here's the finale. I hope it's not too short...I have this habit of making the final chapter/epilogue of my stories shorter than usual. Either way, I hope you liked it :)