Just My Crapilogue by Ancient Werewolf

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Ron & Luna
Book: Ron & Luna, Books 1 - 7
Published: 24/07/2007
Last Updated: 24/07/2007
Status: Completed

AU Post-DH. My pointless and completely non-canon version of the DH epilogue. This was written
mostly to myself. Expect silliness and pointless stuff. R/Lu, H/Hr, N/G.




1. Just My Crapilogue
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Just My Crapilogue
Notes: Er, I started it off trying it to be H/Hr, but Ron and Luna took over
and hijacked this "crapilogue". I'm sorry, lol.
Pairings: Ron/Luna, a bit of Harry/Hermione, and tiny bit of Neville/Ginny.
Warnings: You'll find that some Redmooners can be more delusional than
Harmonians. I'll recycle a pair of OCs, just because I want to.
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Nineteen years later, the crap beings...

It was the first day of September, and a horde of parents with children and cats and owls
invaded King's Cross train station. People, those called Muggles, didn't notice that most
of these parents disappeared as they walked through a wall.

Harry and Hermione Potter were rather excited, as they walked behind their son, who had turned
eleven years old, the previous year. John Potter, a little kid with messy brown hair and bright
green eyes - luckily he didn't inherit his father's poor sight - was their only child. If
they ever had another one, they weren't sure. But they were happy that way.

As they walked through the barrier that divided the Muggle and Wizarding worlds, they saw that
the platform Nine Three-Quarters was full of children and teenagers, and some of their parents.

The trolley John was pushing contained his trunk and a cage with his mother's old cat,
Crookshanks. The cat hissed angrily at the noise that people were making. "Now, now,
Crookshanks," Hermione said, cooing at the cat. "Don't be so grumpy." He just
glared at her.

"Hey!" John said excitedly. "There's Frank and Aunt Ginny!" And with
that, he took off to where a redheaded woman and a dark haired boy stood. The boy didn't look
older than John. Harry and Hermione calmly made their way towards them, with him having to push the
forgotten trolley.

"Hello, Ginny," Hermione greeted the woman with a smile. Ginny smiled at them all.

"Hello, everyone," she said, and sighed with happiness. "I can't believe this
is the day Frank will attend Hogwarts for the first time."

"They grow up fast," Harry said, nodding in agreement. "Where's
Neville?"

"Neville had to go ahead, him being the Herbology professor and Head of Gryffindor. He
couldn't just go with the children," she explained, but didn't look sad at the fact
that her husband couldn't see his son off to Hogwarts. "He'll be seeing Frank all
year, anyway. I'll probably go visit from time to time."

They talked for a few more minutes, about their jobs and the upcoming gathering at the Burrow,
for Christmas. Finally, Harry looked around, but couldn't find the people he was looking for.
"Where's your brother?" he asked. "They should be here by now. The train will
part soon."

"Oh!" Ginny said in exasperation. "You know how they are with schedules. He
called me last night, said they would be arriving today, from their trip to Hawaii. They wanted to
catch some... something, but I don't remember the name."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "They better be on time. The last thing we need is having him
driving his kids on that old Ford Anglia he rescued." Harry and Ginny chuckled, remembering
the time when they, along with Ron and Neville, went to get back Mr Weasley's old enchanted car
from the Forbidden Forest.

"It would be Second Year all over again," Harry said quietly, and they laughed.

John and Frank suddenly started laughing, and pointed towards the barrier. The three adults
turned to see a bunch of redheads and a blonde running through the barrier, with several trunks and
cages. "Hey, mate!" a loud voice startled everyone in the station.

Harry groaned as he noticed what Ron was wearing. A Hawaiian shirt, angry magenta with angry
yellow flowers. He wore similarly colored shorts, and brown sandals. He even wore sunglasses, even
if the sky was covered by dark clouds. His wife, Luna Weasley, looked like a Christmas tree as
well. Their children, bless their souls, had a bit more of dignity.

The four Weasley children, Gwen, Fred, Paul, and Bilius - who weren't more than a couple of
years apart, in age - hurried towards the Potters and Longbottoms. "Hello, Ron, Luna,"
Hermione greeted, a bright smile on her face, as she tried hard not to laugh at their
appearances.

"Our plane was delayed," Ron explained, as he set down the several backpacks he was
carrying. He had learnt to enjoy traveling around as Muggle, thanks to the lessons that his two
best friends gave him about the Muggle world. "We came directly from the airport. Thankfully,
Xenophilius was waiting for us with the kids' uniforms." He handed a backpack to each of
his children.

Bilius, the youngest who would start Hogwarts that same year - coincidentally with John and
Frank - seemed nervous. "Is it true that I have to wrestle a Troll?" he squeaked out.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron laughed. The redhead crouched to be on eye level with his youngest son.
"No, Bilius. You don't have to wrestle a Troll. Who told you such thing?" he asked
curiously.

"Gwendy told me," he said, pointing at his sister, who was distractedly
looking around.

Ron sighed, but the smile didn't leave his face. "She was just trying to scare
you," he said, ruffling his hair and standing up. "Isn't it right, kids?" he
asked Fred and Paul. They both grinned and shook their heads. "Hey!"

"Okay, okay," Fred said, his voice messing up as it was changing. "Gwen lied, you
don't have to wrestle a Troll."

Paul snickered. "No, you have to wrestle a Giant Snorkack!"

"Paul!" both Ron and Luna exclaimed. But John beat them to it.

"Actually, my mother told me that you get sorted in the Houses by the Sorting Hat," he
said, in his best know-it-all tone.

Ron laughed loudly, and slapped Harry on the back, almost making him fall over. "He's
just like Hermione, that one. Mental!"

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, glaring at her best friend. "Don't call your
godson mental! And much less me!" But he ignored her, much to her dismay,
and kept chuckling to himself.

"Gotta go!" Gwen suddenly said, as if she had spotted someone, and hurried away,
dragging her trunk. "Bye, Daddy! Bye, Mum!" she added from the distance.

"Bye, Gwendy!" Luna shouted cheerfully. "Watch out for the Nargles!"

Ron winced, as most of the advice was directed to his ear. "Luna, love, if you're going
to yell, don't do it in my direction," he muttered, rubbing his ear. His wife ignored him,
and turned to Fred and Paul.

"And you two better behave this year. I don't want to hear complaints from Headmistress
McGonagall," she said, in a serious tone that didn't match her smiling face. Nevertheless,
both boys nodded solemnly, hugged her briefly, and went to board the train.

Bilius sighed resignedly. "Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad," he said, not keen on leaving them.
"It was good to know you," he added dramatically.

"Bye!" Ron said cheerfully, earning a nudge from Luna. "Ow, what was that
for?"

Instead of answering him, she patted her son's shoulder. "Don't worry about it,
Bilius. And, whenever you need us, you can owl us," she said softly. She kissed his cheek, and
gently pushed him towards the train. "Now, time to go, my little Feathered Mouse."

Bilius groaned. "Mum! Don't call me that in public..." he muttered, dragging his
trunk with him.

John and Frank went along with him, trying to cheer him up. But it seemed that Bilius wanted to
avoid John like the plague.

Luna let out a sigh, and soon the other four parents did the same. "They've grown up,
all of them," she said quietly. "Gwen is in her last year already. And Bilius will start
his first." Ron nodded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Harry and Hermione were in a similar position, and Ginny was leaning against one of the columns
in the station, looking proud of her son, as he boarded the train, helping his cousin with the
heavy trunk.

"I'm so proud of him," Harry murmured, and only his wife heard him. "This was
worth fighting for." He looked down at her, and smiled when he noticed she was looking up at
him. They shared a soft kiss, and went back to watching the last students boarding the train.

"Just think about it, Ronald," they heard Luna saying. "In twelve more years,
we'll be here to see another First Year off, again."

There was a pause, in which four adults stared at her in shock. Harry and Hermione looked at
each other and groaned. "You-you mean..." Ron stuttered, as a big grin broke on his face.
"I'm going to be a Daddy?"

"Again," Ginny coughed quietly, so only Harry and Hermione could hear.

"Gwen! Fred! Paul! Bilius!" Ron shouted, causing them all but Luna to jump.
"We're going to have another baby!"

The four Weasleys in the train looked at each other and sighed. "Not again," Gwen
mumbled.

But, hey! All was well!
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Notes: I could imagine Luna actually wanting to have many children, and being
this super!Mum. With that cruel childhood she had and all...



