The Goblins' Son
by Healer Pomfrey

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

Seeing that everyone looked at him in expectation, Harry said, "I believe that Goblin Island badly needs its own newspaper, be it a daily or a weekly one, whatever. Found the 'Goblin Mirror' and print it regularly. We still have space for an adequate building here on these grounds."

"That's a fantastic idea, son," Buckbean commended him, giving Fred and George an encouraging look. "So far, we don't have any newspaper here, and many goblins are fed up by the Daily Prophet. You can be certain that ninety percent of the goblins would buy your newspaper."

"Will we be able to get the necessary information though?..."

"... We don't know anyone here yet," the twins asked in concern.

"The building needs to be built first anyway," Harry replied, reassuringly. "Until then you could help out in the apothecary, as we really need an assistant. In the apothecary, you'll hear all kind of news. I'd be able to print a new issue on a daily basis."

"My wife will also be able to provide you with information and to introduce you to people," Buckbean added.

"All right then, we'd like to accept the offer..."

"... We have some money in our vault..."

"... provided that the Minister didn't confiscate it by now," the twins told Harry, who merely shook his head.


"Did you not bring any of your belongings?" Harry suddenly remembered to ask, eyeing Fred and George in surprise.


"... We immediately came here..."

"... after our parents informed us," the twins replied, looking at him in expectation.

"Is anyone at your place now, or would it be safe if I apparated there?" Harry queried.

"Our brother Ron promised to continue the shop for us..."

"... provided that we somehow manage to provide him with potions, and he's probably going to live in our apartment."

"I thought he was going to become an Auror?" Jane threw in, surprised.

"He quit Auror training after a month," Fred explained.

"Birgit," Harry called the house-elf and informed her that Fred and George were now going to live in the fifth house and that they needed the elves to fetch their belongings from their appartment.


Harry, Jane, their parents and the Weasley twins were still sitting in the kitchen talking, when Hermione and Kengo returned home.

"I was wondering what might have happened," she spoke up, slightly reproachfully. However, she listened patiently to the twins' explanation, before she said, "The idea with the newspaper is a good one. Kengo and I will probably also be able to provide you with information. Until the building is finished, you could also use the time to study as much as you can about Goblin Island."

"We'll do," the twins agreed, grinning.


Three months later, the new building was finished and within two days, the elves had equipped it with everything that was needed for the twins to commence their work. Until then, the twins had helped out in the apothecary, the library and even in the infirmary and had got to know many goblins. Most of the goblins liked the twins' funny yet helpful way of dealing with people and appreciated the announcement of the foundation of their own goblin newspaper.

On Harry's suggestion, the twins added one room in the newspaper building, where everyone could just come, have some coffee or tea and talk with others or even with one of the twins. Soon it was known among the goblins that there was a place where they could go if they wanted something to be known all over goblin island. Sometimes, it happened that Harry had to freshly brew a potion for someone, and if he knew that it would not take much time, he sent his customers to the newspaper building to have some tea or coffee while they were waiting.

At first, the twins published their newspaper once a week, however, mere four weeks later, it was updated twice a week, and after three months the demand was so high that The Goblin Mirror became a daily newspaper. One day, Buckbean began to take one copy to Gringotts every morning, where the non goblin people could read it while they were waiting, and soon afterwards several of the shops at Diagon Alley asked to have their advertisement in the goblin newspaper. From that time onwards, the newspaper began to make profit - just like Harry's apothecary that was a goldmine.


One day, Harry almost blew up his cauldron in surprise, when Jane suddenly told him, "Fred asked me to marry him."

He quickly cast the evanesco spell at his cauldron and looked around to view his sister. "Fred Weasley?" he asked, unintelligently.

"Do we know any other Fred?" Jane replied, rolling her eyes.

"Well, and what did you reply?" Harry queried, impatiently.

"I said yes," Jane said, grinning. "How would I not? I've been having a crush on him since I first met him," she added in a small voice. Seeing Harry stare at her in surprise, she mumbled to herself but loud enough for Harry to understand, "Hermione was right. Men."


Exactly one year after Harry's and Hermione's wedding, the two couples of twins held a triple wedding. While Jane married Fred, Kengo and George were both wed to former classmates of Harry from the goblin school.

Another year later, Gwenlin became a grandmother to six grandchildren - among them two couples of twins. While until then she had helped with all of the three buildings, wherever she was needed, from that time onwards, she fully concentrated on raising her grandchildren. After a few years, the new huge family's children reached the number of two Quidditch teams.

Hermione and Harry had three girls in a two-year succession, whom they named Lily, Rowena and Helga after Harry's ancestors.

"As soon as they're big enough, we should take them to Hogwarts, so that they get to know the people after whom they're named," Harry said to Hermione one day.

"Yes, let's do that. We could make it a habit to spend the Sundays there. Sometimes, it's really too loud here with all those kids," Hermione replied, grinning.

"I know, our kids are very well behaved, but all the others are like whirlwinds," Harry teased her, glancing at Helga, who was wilder than any of her cousins.

"You need to bring your youngessst to Hogwartsss anyway," Iro suddenly joined the conversation. "You musst teach her the spell that you cassst on Amaterasssu every summer."

Harry stared at his familiar in surprise. "Does she understand Parseltongue?" he queried, staring from Iro to Helga.

"Yessss," Iro replied, seemingly happy.


All of the children attended the goblin school and transferred to Hogwarts when they were eleven. However, after finishing the magical boarding school, all fourteen of them returned to Goblin Island. Two of them took over the infirmary from Inken, who had become too old, another of the children replaced Brightbird as teacher at the goblin school, and the others stepped into Harry's footsteps. Harry managed to buy some more of the adjacent land along the beach, where he built houses for all of the children and also several shops that were most needed on Goblin Island like a bookshop or a modern supermarket.


It was shortly before his fiftieth birthday that the news reached him that Professor Dumbledore had passed away at the old age of two hundred years.

"It's very sad, but he was even very old when I was a first-year student at Hogwarts," he told his children. They all loved the old headmaster, and the whole family attended the large funeral at Hogwarts.

A few days later, Fawkes suddenly appeared on Harry's shoulder, when his extended family was just taking dinner in their huge kitchen on the ground floor.

#Hello Harry,# the phoenix trilled. #I hope you don't mind that I bonded to you like I promised you forty years ago.#

"Hello Fawkes," Harry replied in surprise. "Of course I don't mind. I feel very honoured that you chose to become my familiar."

"Fawkes is your familiar now?" Helga blurted out in clear amazement. "Congratulations Dad. You really deserve it. You're the most amazing wizard I know."

"Then it's time that you get to know other wizards," Harry replied, dryly, gently patting his twenty-two-year-old daughter's arm.

Turning back to Fawkes, he said, "Please tell me what you need apart from a perch. I'll tell the house-elves to provide it for you."

#As long as you tell your youngest nestlings to not pull my feathers, I'll be happy,# Fawkes replied, causing Harry to stare at the phoenix in disbelief.

"Does anyone have the intention of making me a much too young grandfather anytime soon?" he queried, looking from one of the children to the next. 'It can only be Helga and Jane's and Fred's son Arthur,' he thought. 'They're the only ones who're married yet.'

"Men!" Hermione and Jane groaned, simultaneously.

Seeing her father give her mother and aunt a dumbfolded look, Helga rescued her father and announced, "Yes, Arthur and I are expecting twins. They're supposed to be born in six months' time."


Two days later was Harry's fiftieth birthday.

"I'm just going to stay in bed today," he told Hermione in the morning.

"Are you ill?" she asked in concern.

"No, I'm as fine as I can be," Harry reassured her. "However, knowing that it's my fiftieth birthday and a Sunday at that when everyone has time..." He trailed off, knowing that Hermione would comprehend him without many words.

"Ah, oh well, I believe someone organised something like a party," she replied in understanding. "So you better get up right away."

Harry realised soon that his wife had not woken him up too early. He had barely finished his breakfast together with his parents and some of his siblings, children, nieces and nephews, when Professor McGonagall was the first to step out of the fireplace in the living room.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so early," she apologized. "It's not only because I wanted to be among the first to congratulate you, but also because I'd like to speak a few words with you in private, before you're sure going to be occupied the whole day."

Harry smiled. "Thank you Minerva," he replied, "and you're not disturbing me in any way. Let's go to the apothecary then. That's about the only place where we can be undisturbed today." He led the old witch to his favourite building on his estate, of which he was really proud, wondering what she could want to talk about. 'I only saw her at the funeral, and I'm going to attend the yearly staff meeting before the beginning of the new school year anyway,' he mused.

"Harry," McGonagall began to speak, coming straight to the point. "As you know Albus is gone, and we need a new headmaster. I'd love to have you on this position."

Harry stared at the Gryffindor head in shock. "I was sure that you were going to become the headmistress," he replied in complete surprise at her suggestion.

"I wouldn't want to give up my current positions," she said, sighing. "I know that, for example, your daughter Lily would be a competent successor for both positions - provided that she'd be interested..."

"I can imagine that she'd like it," Harry threw in, interrupting the professor in order to bring her away from her earlier idea.

"Nevertheless, I'd prefer to have you as the headmaster," McGonagall said in a firm voice, giving him a pleading look.

Harry let out a deep sigh. "I'm really sorry to disappoint you, Minerva," he refused in a soft voice. "I will of course continue to work as the Potions Master for Hogwarts, however, I cannot imagine living at Hogwarts. I'm very happy living here together with my huge family and many friends. My parents are goblins, I grew up on Goblin Island, and it'll always be my home. People here call me 'The Goblins' Son', and that's what I am."

The End

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