Ron and Hermione's children
Rose Ixora Weasley
"Weasley, Rose!"
Rose skipped to the hat and put it on.
"Ah, excited, I see," said the Hat. "Clever mind, like your mum, but you do have Weasley blood. You remind me of another girl that came through beloved Hogwarts, not so long ago. I put her in Ravenclaw. I wonder if taming would work by me Sorting you there?"
"I want to be a Gryffindor," snapped Rose. She was conscious of her impoliteness and added, "Sir, please."
"OK, let's not be hasty then. Hufflepuff is definitely out; Slytherin as well with your prejudices of Slytherins. Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Yes, I rather think Gryffindor. Dumbledore did tell Harry Potter I would take choices into matter, and I wouldn't want to contradict him."
"Yes, you wouldn't." Rose smirked.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Rose thought she heard the Sorting Hat sigh, but wasn't it his job to Sort first years?
Hugo Derek Weasley
"Weasley, Hugo!"
Hugo blinked and walked to the stool slowly, putting on the hat.
"Well, well," said the Sorting Hat. "Another Weasley – where shall we put you? There's a fair amount of cleverness there, a good sense of logic, lots of resourcefulness, and oh my goodness, so much determination. You remind me of another student who once ventured here. Unfortunately, he died on the grounds here. You are certainly not chivalrous enough to be put in Gryffindor, like your sister."
"Ravenclaw?" thought Hugo hopefully.
"No. Yes, you are quite the bookworm, but your talents would fit better in – SLYTHERIN!"
Hugo's heart sank, but he walked off, towards the Slytherin table. A bunch of snakes sneered at him, whispering, "Outcast, outcast", and one of them attempted to trip him. He glared at them and climbed onto the stool, lips pressed together and hazel eyes narrowed tightly. Oh, they would feel sorry...
Dominique, sitting farther down at the table, glanced at him. She was now in her seventh year, the Head Girl.
At least I'm not the only Slytherin Weasley...
Not that she cared otherwise.