May 2nd—known now as Victory Day—dawned cloudy and overcast.

The students were picked up by the carriages and taken down to the station.

Since McGonagall’s tenure as Headmistress had begun eight years ago, certain new traditions were started.

One of those was that the Deputy Headmaster and the four Heads of Houses had to accompany the students down to the depot and make absolutely certain they all get on board.

Hagrid, who had once traditionally been the one to retrieve the students from the train and escort them back at the end of the year, had sadly been blinded in one of his eyes during the Battle of Hogwarts.

This left him with a distinctive blind side, which more than a few students had taken advantage of.

To that end, Professor McGonagall had decided that perhaps they’d be more inclined to behave if their Deputy Headmaster and their Head of House was there to keep watch.

As such, Remus, Harry, Draco, Luna, and Susan rode in the lead carriage down to the train station.

"Thank Merlin the little buggers are going home," Draco stated, smirking. "If I had to stop one more exploding cauldron I was going to explode myself!"

"Surely they were not that bad," Luna, always the optimistic one, said with a smile. "My dear Neville blew up loads of cauldrons and our Potions Master never ‘exploded’."

"Only because ole Snape had bollocks of steel, I bet," the blonde haired man said, smirking.

The Head of Slytherin had aged rather well the last eight years.

He had allowed his pale blonde hair to grow beneath his shoulders—he kept it pulled back into a tail most of the time—and sported a blonde goatee on his chin, as well.

The Head of Ravenclaw could easily have been his twin…at least Harry had always thought so. Her pale blonde hair now reached well below her backside and she usually wore it cascading down her back and shoulders.

"You got off easy," Remus told Draco, smirking. "If I had to send one more hysterical girl to the Hospital wing for some Calming Draught because she had transfigured their beloved toad or rat into something and couldn’t change it back…"

He shook her head, sighing.

"Or become so upset before a test because they couldn’t remember the date of the Goblin Wars," Susan added, smirking. "I swear, do they never study at all?!"

Since she was Head of Hufflpuff students tended to believe she was a ‘push-over’ and tried to get away with murder within her classes.

She had, of course, proven them very wrong—many students had tasted one of her now legendary detentions…which rivaled Professor Snape’s at times.

"At least the first years pay attention to all of you," Harry told them, smirking. "In my class, they usually just continue to stare at my scar the entire time. Every time I move, they follow me—it’s down right eerie at times!"

They all laughed at that.

"So, what are all of your Victory Day plans?" Remus asked them, curiously.

"Tori and I are taking Cory to Mother and Father’s tonight for dinner," Draco said. "Since they ‘haven’t seen him in such a very long time’."

"Didn’t they see him just last week?" Harry asked, curiosly.

Draco snorted. "Of course," he said, smiling. "But if they go one day without getting to dote on the ‘wee little mite’ it’s like an eternity or something."

Again, they all laughed.

"What about you, Luna?" Susan asked, curiously.

"Neville, Frankie, and I are going to go see his grandmother," Luna told them. "Then, Father is coming to dinner."

"Justin and I are probably going to visit his parents in Muggle London," Susan said, sighing. "I’ll probably have to hear his mother complain about having no grandchildren yet…"

"What about you, Potter?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. "The usual?"

"If by ‘usual’ you mean visiting Severus and Sirius’ graves, then yes," Harry told him, smiling. "After that, we’ll probably head over to the Burrow for Arthur and Molly’s annual Victory Day dinner."

"’Dora and I are bringing the boys over, as well," Remus reminded him, quietly. Harry nodded.

"It’s hard to believe it has been eight year already," Susan said, sighing.

"It sometimes seems longer," Luna added, quietly.

"And sometimes only seems like yesterday," Draco said, wincing slightly. They all knew he still woke in nightmares from his time with the Death Eaters.

"Every time I look at Teddy, I remember," Remus said, smiling. "I guess it’s a good thing he’s usually up to something—it keeps me from becoming melancholy."

"What did you do about the ‘paint bomb’ incident?" Harry asked him, smirking.

Remus winced at that.

The week before, Teddy had decided to pull a little ‘prank’ using one of the ‘gifts’ from his Uncle George’s (all the Weasleys considered Teddy and Jamie as nephews) joke shop he’d been given as a Christmas present (George gave all the kids various samples from his newest ‘gags’ each year).

Placing an ‘invisible’ paint balloon into his teacher’s chair the poor woman sat down and got brown paint all over her backside—and never even realized it!

The paint, apparently, had been charmed to not leak through so she didn’t feel anything.

The kids in Teddy’s class got a big laugh when she’d turned around to write something on the blackboard, as it had looked as if she’d messed all over her self.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Thomas was far from amused.

Since Teddy’s class only consists of eight children, it wasn’t that hard to deduce the culprit.

It was a very livid Pavarti Patil-Thomas (wife of Dean Thomas) who marched a wincing Teddy up to Hogwarts by his ear and into Harry’s classroom.

She could do this, you see, as she taught in the wizard primary school in Hogsmeade.

Teddy was in her 3rd year class while Jamie was in the 1st year class (taught by Padma Patil-Finnegan, her twin sister).

She had explained the situation, in minute detail, and then turned to head for the school’s infirmary to get a calming drought from Hogwarts’ resident mediwitch, Lavender Brown-Jordan (wife of wizard radio host Lee Jordan).

She had brought him to Harry’s classroom because Remus was in a meeting with Minerva and the Board of Governors.

Teddy had known he was in serious trouble when he’d looked up and saw the stormy expression in his ‘Uncle’ Harry’s emerald eyes.

Knowing he couldn’t deal with the boy right then, Harry had sent him to stand in the corner while he finished his lesson.

Once the bell had rung, ending the class, Harry had sat down at his desk and beckoned Teddy over to him.

"Why’d you do it?" was the only thing he asked the boy, as it was the only thing he’d wanted to know.

Teddy had merely shrugged, his hair turning a bright red (which indicated he was embarrassed).

Harry reached out and lifted his godson’s chin so that he was looking into his eyes.

"Shrugging is not an answer, Ted," he told him, firmly. Teddy was only ever ‘Ted’ when he was in trouble.

"I thought it’d be funny," the little boy answered, sullenly.

"Did Mrs. Thomas think it was funny?" Harry asked him, curiously.

Teddy had shook his head. Definitely not!

"Does it look like I think it was funny?" Harry had asked him, next. Again, the boy shook his head.

"Do you think your folks will think its funny?" Harry asked him, knowingly.

Teddy had gulped, his eyes widening, and he shook his head vigorously. His dad would definitely not find it funny—not in the least!

"So, was it funny?" Harry asked him, pointedly.

Teddy sighed. "Guess not," he muttered, quietly.

"There’s nothing wrong with sharing a joke with your friends, Ted," Harry told him, solemnly. "So long as that joke it not as someone else’s expense. Do you understand?"

Teddy had nodded. "Yes, Sir," he told him, quietly.

"Then," Harry had told him. "I guess you owe Mrs. Thomas an apology, don’t you?"

"Yes, Sir," Teddy said, and then glanced at him hesitantly. "Uncle Harry, do you think I’ll be in big trouble with Dad?"

In the Lupin household, big trouble usually meant receiving a spanking. (It meant the same thing in the Potter household, as well.)

"That’ll be up to your dad," Harry had told him. "But what are they’re rules concerning that?"

"We get a spanking if we do something they told us not to do," Teddy had replied. "If we tell a fib, or we do something that could get us hurt."

Harry nodded. The rules concerning spankings were the same at his and Ginny’s house, as well.

"Would you say this falls under any of those?" he’d asked him, curiously.

"Um…no?" Teddy had said, hesitantly.

"I’m sure your dad will think of something else, then," Harry had told him, smiling.

Harry smirked, remembering that Teddy had winced at the thought of what that ‘something else’ might be.

"He had to apologize to Pavarti in front of his class," Remus told them. "He was grounded for the weekend, and had to go to bed an hour early all this week."

The others all nodded, thinking that sounded like a fair punishment.

"I’m dreading when Cory is older," Draco said, sighing. "I remember some of the stuff I got in trouble for and if he does any of those…"

"At least you and Astoria aren’t spoiling him rotten," Susan told him, pointedly. "That’d make it worse."

"Like my parents did with me, you mean?" Draco asked, smirking. "It’s true, they did. But Astoria is very down to earth. She’d tan his hide and mine if I tried."

They all laughed at that, knowing he was right.

The carriages all arrived at the train station and the four Heads disembarked and began herding their students onto the trains.

A chorus of ‘Bye, Professors’ ‘See you in September, Professor Potter!’ and even a few ‘Later, Prof!’ resounded all around Harry.

At eleven sharp, the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station and headed on toward King’s Cross station in London.

The Deputy Headmaster and the four Heads of Houses headed back up to the castle, and then separated to join their families in their private quarters.

Harry entered to find his wife and son finishing up the packing. Ginny had her back to him, but Albus Severus saw him as he came up behind them.

"Alby, love, will you—" Ginny had started to say, but that was when Alby saw him.

"DADDY!" He squealed, effectively cutting his mother off, and raced around her to jump into his arms.

"ALBY!" Harry returned the squeal, hugging his little boy close and breathing in the scent of his dark, auburn-streaked, hair.

It smelled of his shampoo, as he and Alby tended to share the shower in the mornings…

Ginny smiled at him. "Kids get off okay?" she asked him, curiously.

Despite seven years of marriage, she was as beautiful as ever.

She now wore her red hair to her shoulders—as it was easier to deal with when she was in the air—and her gray-blue eyes shown brightly at him.

"Yep," he answered, coming over and kissing her. "Hey, look what I’ve found?"

Harry bent down and retrieved the small stuffed Hippogriff that was lying at his feet.

"Hmm…" Harry said, teasingly. "I wonder who this could possibly belong to, eh?"

"Bucky’s mine, Daddy," Alby said, giggling. "You know ‘dat!"

"Yeah, I guess I did," Harry told him, smirking. "Here you go." He handed the stuffed toy to him.

Alby took it and, always polite to a fault, said, "’Tank you."

Harry chuckled. Reaching out, he ruffled the boy’s dark hair.

"You and Bucky ready to head out, pal?" he asked the four year old, curiously.

"Yep," Alby said, smiling. "Are you goin’ ta see Sev’us, Daddy?"

"Yes, I am," Harry answered, thinking what kind of reaction Professor Snape would have had had he heard that.

His speech still developing, Albus Severus tended to speak with just the slightest lisp—something his godbrothers teased him about when not in earshot of either him and Ginny or Remus and Tonks.

"Well, we’d better get going," Ginny said, reaching for Alby. "Give Daddy a hug and kiss. We’ll see him in a bit."

"Love you, Daddy," Alby said, wrapping one small arm around neck.

"I love you all, too," Harry told them, kissing him on top of the head. "Listen to Mummy, now."

"I will," the little boy promised, as he was pulled into his mother’s arms.

"Bye, love," Ginny said, kissing him. "Don’t be too long, okay?"

"I won’t," Harry promised, smirking.

Ginny nodded and then stepped into the fireplace. Throwing the Floo powder down, she shouted, "Godric’s Hollow!"

Harry watched as they disappeared in a flash of green flames.

Once they were gone, he changed out of his teaching robes and into a pair of blue jeans and one of his Weasley sweaters (emerald green with an H on it).

He then headed out of their quarters, sealing the entrance until their return at the end of August, and then headed out of the castle to the apparition zones; he then Apparated to the cemetery in Godric’s Hollow.

They had buried Severus beside Lily, something Harry had known the man would have wanted.

Sirius, though they had no body to bury, had a marker on the other side; beside James.

"Hello, Mum, Dad, Sirius," Harry spoke to the tombstones, and then glanced to the fourth one. "Hello, Professor. Happy Victory Day…"

He knelt down, reaching out a hand to place on top of the tombstone that read:

Harry had thought it a fitting sentiment, as it was how he truly felt, and thought the professor would have approved of it.

At least, he hoped he would have.

"It’s been eight years, Professor," Harry spoke, quietly, to the deceased Potions Master.

"Everyone is much happier now. I can’t help but feel bad that you never got the chance to be happy, too. Yeah, you made a mistake, but did that mean you had to spend the rest of your life being miserable because of it? We’re you ever happy after Mum died? Even once…"

Harry sighed. He knew he shouldn’t be dwelling on things he could do nothing to change, but he couldn’t help it.

"You deserved to be happy," Harry said, sighing. "The way I am now with Ginny and Alby. You should have had a decent childhood filled with love like we are giving to our son. If I could have given you that, Severus, I would have…"

Harry felt the air around him suddenly pick up. He also felt a strange tingling in the air, and the scent of…magic?

Glancing up, he frowned, as two spiraling…vortexes…opened up above the graves of Sirius and Severus.

Suddenly, from those two swirling pools of misty gray matter two small figures dropped from them and landed on the ground.

They were two little boys, Harry noticed. He stood up, stepping back, and pulled his wand.

He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he wanted to be ready for trouble…just in case.

The boy that had landed on Sirius’ grave appeared to be slightly older than the boy on Professor Snape’s. He had lightish brown curly hair and large brown eyes.

The younger boy had long black hair and dark obsidian eyes.

The two boys didn’t even seem to notice him, as they just continued to stare at each other after they’d picked themselves off the ground.

Despite their different appearances they did have one thing in common. They were both completely naked.

Almost at the same time, their faces contorted into sneers.

"Black!" the younger boy growled at the same time the older boy shouted, "Snape!"

Both rushed forward and they collided on the conjoined grave of his parents.

Harry reacted instantly, casting a levitating charm, and prevented the fight from escalating.

Seven years of teaching and four years of being a father had obviously served him well.

It was then that the boys even seemed to realize he was there. They both blinked at him, as they hung in mid-air.

"H-Harry?" the older boy, who appeared to be about seven years old, asked with wide eyes. "I-Is that you?"

The younger boy snorted. "Of course it’s him!" he growled, in a high pitched voice. "He’s your precious Potter made over!"

"Shut up, Snivellus!" the older boy growled. "Nobody asked you!"

"You shut up, Mutt!" the younger boy said, crossing his arms and then glared at him. "Potter, put me down this instant!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "I’m not in the habit of taking orders from little boys," he told him, firmly.

He glanced between the two boys. "Sirius?" he asked the older one. "Sirius Orion Black?"

"It’s me, Harry," the little boy, Sirius, said with a smile. "Why? Don’t you recognize me?" He laughed.

"Uh, well, you still kinda look the same," Harry said, hesitantly. "Tell me? What did you give me just before I boarded the Hogwarts Express for my Fifth Year at Hogwarts?"

"A picture of the first Order of the Phoenix," Sirius told him, smiling. "I gave it to you so you’d have it to remember your mum and dad by."

Harry nodded. That was very true. He glanced at the younger boy. "Professor Snape? Severus?" he asked, curiously.

The little boy snorted. "What do you want, Potter?" he asked, sullenly.

"What was the very last thing you said to me after you were bit by Nagini?" Harry asked him, narrowing his eyes at him.

"You already know what I said, Potter," the little boy, Severus, growled at him.

"Remind me, anyway," Harry told him, firmly.

"I told you to ‘look at me’," Severus told him, sniffing. "Happy now?"

Harry nodded, and then lowered them to the ground.

"How could this have happened?" he asked them, curiously.

"Beats me, Harry," Sirius told him, shrugging.

"Terrific reasoning, Mutt," Little Severus growled, tossing his head in annoyance.

Harry sighed. It seemed some things never changed…

"Here, you both must be freezing," he said, and then transfigured some twigs into shirts and pants and shoes for them. "Put these on."

The two boys did so, and then he stared at them.

"So, you’re both still yourselves," he told them. "I mean, you seem to have all your memories despite being…um…"

"Shorter?" Sirius asked, chuckling.

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

"S’not so bad, Harry," Sirius said, smiling. "I was always a big kid at heart, anyway."

Harry laughed at that. "I remember," he told him, reaching out and touching him. "Yep, you’re real."

"No kidding, Potter," Severus said, glaring up at him. "I don’t like this. Fix it."

Again, Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "I don’t even know what’s happened," he told them, honestly. "How can I fix it?"

"Well, we can’t just stand here all day," Severus reminded him, growling.

"True," Harry said, sighing. "Ginny is never going to believe this…"

"You married Ginny?" Sirius asked him, smiling. "I knew you had it in you!"

"Give me a break," Severus muttered, sourly.

Harry smirked at that. "Yes, I did," he told them, chuckling.

Deciding that the best thing to do was to take them home and then try to figure things out, he bent down and scooped both into his arms.

"Potter!" Severus growled, immediately. "What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?"

"Carrrying you," Harry told him, simply. "I don't live that far from here, but this will still be much quicker..."

"I demand you put me down immediately!" the five year old growled, struggling to get free. "I don’t need your help—or want it!"

Harry sighed, setting first Sirius and then Severus down.

Instead of turning the younger boy loose, however, he merely grabbed him by the shoulders and stared him straight in the eye.

"That’s enough," he told him, sternly. "We’re going to figure this out, but until we do you are going to listen and do as I tell you."

The little Slytherin snorted. "And if I don’t?" he asked, sneeringly.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

He knew what would have happened if Alby or one of his godsons or nieces or nephews had spoken to him in such a rude, disrespectful manner, but did he dare try it with the miniature version of the man whose memories he shared?

He then proceeded to spin the little boy around and gave him a firm ‘tap’ against his bottom…causing him to yelp in surprise.

"And I can give you more where that came from," he told him, firmly. "I’m not your student any more, Severus, and you aren’t the man you were. Since I am the only adult—both physically and mentally—here we’ll be doing things my way. Is that clear?"

Severus glared at him, biting his lip, but then nodded (albeit grudgingly).

Harry nodded back and then scooped them up again. He glanced at Sirius.

"Any objections from you?" he asked his former godfather, curiously.

Sirius shook his head quickly. "I'm good," he told him. "Carry away!"

"All right, then," Harry said, smiling. "Let’s try this again."

With the two little boys secured to either hip, he turned and exited the grave yard. He then headed for home.

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