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Harry, who had been taking a gulp of pumpkin juice as his future son spoke, immediately spit it out (all over Seamus, who looked disgusted). He liked Cho, not Ginny, his best mate's little sister!

"Ginny POTTER?!" Harry asked incredulously.

Ginny, who had been sitting further down the Gryffindor table with her friends, turned beet red. She'd had a crush on Harry since she had been about three years old, but after meeting him and finding out about his own crush on Cho Chang, she hadn't thought anything would ever happened. But now, seeing her and Harry's future son...

Ron was appalled. His best mate didn't like his little sister like that! He couldn't. Because, he had a crush on Cho, right? Hearing about this now, it felt like betrayal.

Hermione smiled. She'd always known Harry would come to his senses about his feelings for Ginny.

Draco sneered. So Potty married the baby Weasel. Big deal. He wanted to hear about the last kid, who he was pretty sure was his son.

"Oooh!" Rose said, smiling, "That's my favorite story. How Uncle Harry didn't realize his feelings for Aunt Ginny until sixth year, and they fell in love!"

"Our sixth year is coming up soon. Will it be our turn then?" Scorpius murmured quietly, but everyone heard anyway. Rose's head snapped towards him, her cheeks bright red.

They stared at each other, until Albus said, "Oh, and I'm Seeker for the Slytherin House team."

"What?" Harry asked, "You got Sorted into Slytherin?!"

"Yeah," Albus stared at the ground, scared of his father's reaction.

Draco's eyes widened. Potty's son got Sorted into Slytherin?!

"I don't care," Harry declared, and the shocked faces of the students in the Great Hall turned towards him, "I don't care where Al got Sorted. The Slytherins should be proud to get a Potter in their House."

"There's the famous Potter arrogance showing through," McGonagall muttered fondly.

Scorpius cleared his throat, "Erm, well, I am Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy."

Ron groaned, "Malfoy reproduced?! This is horrible!"

Draco gave him a nasty look, before grinning at his son, "So you're my son? Who's your mother?"

Scorpius smiled tentatively,"Um, Astoria Malfoy, née Greengrass."

Pansy Parkinson shrieked in outrage, while Astoria, a pretty second year Slytherin with silky brown hair and kind blue eyes frowned, "I marry him? But he's so mean!"

Harry and Ron sniggered, while Draco frowned at his future wife.

Scorpius hastened to defend his father, "He's a good dad! I mean, he's the reason I'm Keeper on the Slytherin team, because he's the one who taught me how to play Quidditch! And Dad told me that blood purity doesn't matter, and that he'd be proud of me no matter what house I'm in!"

"Oi, future Malfoy!" Fred said, "Are you and I-"

"-thinking of the same Draco Malfoy here?" George finished for him, a slightly mischievous, yet totally serious look on his face.

"He changed," Scorpius said quietly, "After the war."

Draco was stunned, then slowly began to smile. The life he was living in the future sounded a heck lot better than the one he was living now.

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick burst into the Great Hall, carrying the time-turner Dumbledore told him to get.

"Well," said Dumbledore, "If you children will come over here, I'll send you back to your own time."

"Do they really have to go?" Hermione asked, disappointed.

"Time is a dangerous thing to mess with. You, of all people, should know that, Miss Granger," Dumbledore replied, the twinkle in his blue eyes more present than ever.

Hermione blushed, "Yes, of course, Professor."

She, along with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Draco, and Astoria walked forward to hug her child.

After they pulled back, Dumbledore made Albus, Rose, and Scorpius join hands as he broke the time-turner over it.

"Goodbye, children," he said sadly.

He then turned and looked around the occupants of the Great Hall. The sad faces of the future parents, the awed expressions of the students that had been watching the whole thing like a Muggle film, and the shocked and amused expressions of the teachers was a refreshing site.

Pulling out his wand, Dumbledore regretfully muttered Obliviate, not wanting to erase their memories, but he had no choice.

Time was a dangerous thing to meddle with.

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