AUTHOR'S NOTES: My second rewrite is finished! Hope y'all enjoy the epilogue and I will be rewriting the side story/sequel to this fic soon.
In the meantime, if you guys enjoy the show 'Supernatural' please feel free to check out my stories 'Family Ties' and 'And Fi Makes Three'!
15 Years Later
Autumn seemed to arrive early that year.
To Harry it seemed like he had just greeted his children as they got off the Hogwarts Express at the end of last term.
But the summer months had passed by like a whirlwind and now Harry was once again saying good-bye to his kids.
Hearing laughter behind him, Harry turned to see his wife coming through the barrier onto Platform 9 ¾ with their sons and daughters.
The triplets, Adrienne—who preferred to be called Addie—Camille, and Gwen, grinned as they each held the signed permission forms to visit Hogsmeade and although it would be Cedric's first year at Hogwarts, Harry knew full well that his oldest son, James, had already handed over the Marauder's Map to his younger brother.
Luna smiled serenely at the kids as she helped them get their trunks on board and just as Harry pulled his wife close for a kiss, he heard someone shouting, "Oi! Not in front of the kiddies!"
Turning, Harry saw Dudley walking up with a wide-eyed little girl who looked as though she'd never seen a train before in her life as she looked around the platform. Dudley was pushing a trolley which held the usual trunk, knapsack, and cage which contained a barred owl which was looking around as it heard the other students' owls screeching softly. Looking from Dudley to his daughter and back again, Harry said, "You didn't tell me…"
"That Nicole was a witch?" Dudley finished with a laugh. "It was certainly a surprise, I'll tell you that." He gave his daughter a warm smile as he gave Nicole a one armed hug. "But I couldn't be happier… or prouder."
"Is Leslie coming?" Luna asked, looking at the platform entrance to see if Dudley's wife was coming behind them.
"She wanted to, but she has meetings with patients all day today," Dudley replied. Glancing over at Camille who was chatting happily with her sisters, he asked, "How's Cam doing?"
"She had her one year check up last week," Harry said, a relieved smile on his face. "And she's still in remission. Thank God wizards recover from cancer quicker than muggles. And that Hermione was successful with that new chemotherapy drug."
"Well, I'm sorry I couldn't come by this summer," Dudley said, watching his daughter talking with Harry's kids. "But I was so busy with cases over at child services. Mum even told me she took in another foster child."
"What's the count now?" Harry asked, still amazed that his aunt and her second husband—police inspector Thomas Sawyer—were now foster parents. But it was yet another example of how much Petunia had changed over the years.
"Seven," Dudley replied. "The newest girl, Joanna… Her father actually put her in the hospital with some pretty nasty injuries. She'll likely have a permanent limp but she'll be okay, eventually, I hope."
"Uncle Harry, James is teasing me!"
Harry turned to see 12-year-old Claire Malfoy running away from James and back to her father who joined the other two fathers. "Ready for another year of teaching, Draco?" Harry asked.
Draco Malfoy grinned as he walked up to Harry and shook the other man's hand. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to having Cedric this year."
Harry looked over at his youngest son who was still standing off to the side, separate from everyone else. "Try and get him out of his shell, will you?" Harry said, still watching Cedric as the young boy stood by himself.
"I will certainly try," Draco promised. "So does that mean you're not going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"
Harry shook his head and Dudley looked surprised at that. "But you love teaching, Harry," Dudley argued.
Harry shrugged, not sure of how to explain. "Luna's still teaching Divination. But Leslie wants me to help her out this year as a counselor for her patients."
Dudley nodded, knowingly, thinking of the cases his wife saw as a pediatric oncologist. "I understand. Still, I wish you—"
"What the bloody HELL?"
Draco, Harry, and Dudley whirled around to see what was going on and who had exclaimed. Looking at the scene before them, Harry and Draco gaped at what they saw.
In a quiet alcove of the platform, James Theodore Potter was in the middle of a tender, loving kiss with none other than Nicholas Radcliffe Malfoy. When they heard the exclamation of Gwen Potter, the two 15-year-olds pulled away and didn't meet their fathers' looks as Harry and Draco walked over to them.
Finally, Harry grinned and laughed warmly and Draco just shook his head, smiling in disbelief.
"Dad?" James said, looking confused at his father's reaction. "What's so funny?"
Harry shook his head one before he replied, "Your mother told me that she suspected you and Nicholas were closer than just best friends a while ago." Looking at his oldest child, who looked like he was expecting to be yelled at, Harry said, "I'm not mad, James. And if the two of you are happy then I'm happy for you."
Nicholas looked at his own father, equally nervous, and asked, "Dad… Are you okay with this?"
"Your grandfather would be spinning in his grave," Draco replied, smiling as he thought of Lucius Malfoy who had always been resolutely homophobic. "So I have no problems with this. If the two of you love each other, who am I to stop you?"
The two teenagers looked relieved at the reactions from their respective parents and quickly went to board the train after saying good-bye to their families.
Glancing at the clock on the wall and seeing that there was only a short amount of time before the train left, Harry looked over at Cedric and decided to have a quick chat with him.
Cedric looked sheepish when he saw his father walking over but said nothing.
Harry smiled at his youngest child and led him over to a bench, sitting down so he could look Cedric in the eye. "Cedric… did I ever tell you who I named you after?" Harry asked.
Cedric shook his head and Harry went on. "When I was 14, I was entered in a dangerous competition. Another boy from Hogwarts—an older boy—was in the competition as well. His name was Cedric Diggory." Seeing that his son was listening intently, Harry continued with the story. "At the end of the competition, Cedric was killed because he wanted to be fair. If he had lived he and I would have both won. Cedric Diggory was an honest, hardworking, and truly noble person. And I named you after him because I always hoped that you would be just like him."
Cedric smiled as he thought of the fact that he was named after someone his father thought so highly of. "You really think I'm that special?" he asked, looking his father in the eye.
"You have always been special to me, Ced," Harry replied. "And I know you're going to make me proud."
When Cedric hugged him, Harry hugged back, happy that his son was finally opening up a bit.
"And then James kissed Nick on the lips!" Addie said to her best friend, Deanna Black, as they sat in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express.
The train had been going for only 15 minutes, but already the buzz was going around about the oldest sons of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy snogging on the platform.
Deanna's jaw dropped is surprise. "They kissed? I never knew your brother was gay!" she said, looking at the triplets.
"I thought Uncle Draco was going a coronary," Gwen said, still not quite believing what had happened. "But he just smiled and patted Nick on the back."
"So… do you think Mum knows about them?" Addie asked, curious.
"She does," Camille replied, nodding. "I heard Dad tell James that Mum knew for a while."
Addie and Gwen went quiet for a moment as they studied their sister. It was hard to believe that it had been a year since Camille went into remission from cancer. And even though Cam was now as healthy as she could be, she still had reminders of the chemotherapy treatments—primarily the central line still inserted in her upper chest—but also the fact that her curly black hair had fallen out during chemo, growing back as straight and pale blonde, making Camille look more like her mother now than her father and sisters.
Sitting at the staff table between Luna and Sirius Black that evening, Draco looked down at the students waiting to be Sorted. The day had been long as Draco made his lesson plans for the first term and he mentally cursed Harry for always making teaching preparations seem so easy.
In the line of first year students, Cedric Potter looked unbelievably nervous while Nicole Evans was eagerly looking around the Great Hall in awe and wonder.
Further down the line of first years, Draco saw a familiar head of bushy red hair: Roslyn Weasley who had, Draco was amused to note, her nose in a very worn copy of Hogwarts, A History. "Like mother, like daughter," Draco commented to Sirius as he nodded towards the only child of Hermione Weasley.
"Oh, don't be fooled by the book," Sirius warned, keeping his voice down. "Rose Weasley is twice the spitfire Hermione is. The kid just looks sweet and innocent."
Once all the other students had taken their seats, Professor McGonagall stood by a rickety stool holding an old, frayed, patched hat in one hand and a list in the other. Addressing the new students, she said, "When I call your name, please sit on the stool and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head." Starting with the first name on the list, McGonagall read aloud, "Nicole Evans."
Nicole walked up and sat down and the Hat was set on her head. After a while, the Hat called out, "RAVENCLAW!"
Draco clapped along with the other teachers and watched until the last student, Cedric Potter, was called. Luna, Draco, Sirius, and Neville Longbottom—the new DADA teacher—leaned forward eagerly, wondering where the young boy would go.
Luna could tell her youngest son was nervous and when he looked up at the table, she gave him a smile and a nod. She knew that Cedric was scared about following in his father's footsteps, but just like Harry, Cedric had more in him that he realized.
Cedric smiled back and once the Sorting Hat was on his head, he heard a small voice in his mind. "You're just like Cedric Diggory when he was first Sorted. Quiet, shy… But you also have the strength, courage, and heart of your father… Any House would serve you well… But I think you will do best in your father's House."
Out loud, the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
As Cedric ran off to join his siblings, Dumbledore smiled as he watched his students. Standing up and spreading his arms in welcome he said, "Welcome one and all to Hogwarts School. Before we begin the feast, I'd like to say a few words…"