Here's a quick chart of the children so you can kinda know who's who. Also, I would like to make note that most of their ages have been adjusted so they can fit into my story.

Draco and Hermione: Scorpius Malfoy (Fifth Year, Slytherin) ; Ariana Malfoy (Third Year, Gryffindor); Demetria Malfoy (2)

Harry and Ginny: James Sirius Potter (Fifth Year, Gryffindor) ; Albus Severus Potter (Third Year, Slytherin); Lily Luna Potter (Second Year, Gryffindor); Teddy Remus Lupin (18,  Auror Trainee)

Ron and Pansy: Rose Weasley (Fifth Year, Gryffindor) ; Peyton Weasley (First Year, Slytherin)

Blaise and Cho: Angelo Zabini (Fourth Year, Slytherin) ; Savanna Zabini (Third Year, Ravenclaw)

Dean and Luna: Lorcan and Lysander Thomas (Twins, Fourth Years, Ravenclaws) ; Dawn Thomas (Second Year, Gryffindor)

Seamus and Lavender: Dash Finnegan. (Fourth Year, Gryffindor)

George and Angelina: Fred Weasley II and Roxanne Wealsey (Twins, Fifth Year, Gryffindors)

Bill and Fleur: Victoire Weasley (17, Healer Trainee) ; Dominique Weasley (Seventh Year, Gryffindor) ; Louis Weasley (Sixth Year, Gryffindor)

Other Characters: Damien McLaggen (Sixth Year, Slytherin) ; Lana McLaggen (Fifth Year, Slytherin) ; Joseph Flint (Sixth Year, Slytherin) Thomas Nott (Sixth Year, Slytherin)

Hope that helps! Now we continue on with the chapter (:

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"You'd think Harry Potter was walking down this bloody corridor carrying Voldemort's head," Lily Potter scoffed at a few lustful girls and boys who gaped in her direction. Normally, she was hardly anything exciting for people to give attention to, but at the current moment she was trapped in Scorpius Malfoy's firm grip. And wherever Malfoy went, well— IQs decreased. 

"Stop squirming, Lily-Pad," Scorpius said, ignoring her frown at the pet-name no one aside from her Weasley grandparents were allowed to use. "You're ruining our lovely stroll. People will think you're not my favorite Potter." 

Lily tried to reach for her wand in his left pocket. When he smacked her hand away, she hissed, "Okay, three things, Scor. One, I am not your favorite Potter. That'd be Al."

Scorpius smirked. That was hardly news for anyone.

"Two," she continued, "you kidnapped me as I was on my way to Gryffindor Tower, so this is not, whatsoever, a lovely stroll. Three, end this torture right this minute before one of your many fangirls manages to get their brain cells working and register my face. I do not want hate mail or poison in my morning pumpkin juice."

"See, you're actually wrong, Lily-Pad," Scorpius came to a stop with the Second Year Gryffindor, right at the entrance of the Great Hall. "You're my favorite Potter girl. Hell, you're even my favorite Weasley descendant, too."

When Lily was finally released from her imprisonment, she crossed her arms over her chest, letting out an annoyed huff. "Tell me what you want already, for Merlin's sake. I'd like to continue my day Malfoy free."

Scorpius felt no offense to that. He found the girl endearing with her spunk and fire. At just twelve, she was a force to be reckoned with. She had more determination and dominance than her older brothers, and he respected the fear she brought to the table. 

"I'll cut to the chase, then; since you are ruining my rep with your innocent, chubby face," he told her as a group of giggling Hufflepuff girls passed them. Lily glared at them before turning it on Scorpius. He knew perfectly well she hated being referred as their mascot. "I need information on Al. Specifically on who he fancies."

Lily raised an eyebrow, contemplating the moment. Then—well, then she started to laugh. "Malfoy, if you wanted to ask Al on a date, bothering me was not the way to find out if he'd accept. For reassurance, though, he talks about you all the time. He blushes at the mere mention of your name and sighs romantically about your silver eyes. You've nothing to worry about; he adores you."

This time Scorpius did not find Lily amusing. "I'm being serious, Potter."

"It seems like you've already made up your mind about what's wrong with him. Not that I'm saying something is," she said. "Why are you even interested in my brother's love life, anyway? It's as about exciting as yours, I reckon."

"He's my best mate. I'm curious. Besides, I can't ask Zabini about it. He doesn't want to spill a single thing. Why couldn't he have inherited Blaise's charming blabber-mouth instead of Cho's loyalty?"

Scorpius finished his rant and Lily noticed his pale expression transform from curious to wary. "You know who it is, don't you?" she asked. She might not particularly act like she tolerated him most of the time, but he was like her family, like another brother from the hectic, poor bunch. Scorpius acted aloof and unaffected by most things, but Lily, at her young age, knew more about people than they knew about themselves. 

"Lily!" 

Before Scorpius could redirect her comment, a blur of black hair, tan skin, and bright, blue eyes appeared before them. Dawn Thomas, daughter to Dean and Luna, gripped Lily's arm with energetic anticipation. "Let's go!" she begged. "Hurry!"

"Go where — Ow, Dawn!" Lily winced as she was being shaken violently. 

"Don't go about man-handling a Potter," Scorpius cautioned as he pulled Dawn from Lily. "If her dad's supporters see you mangling her, they'll come after you with a beater's bat and hang you over the Gryffindor's fireplace."

Dawn snorted, paying no mind to Scorpius as she turned back to Lily. "Lysander and Lorcan are going to the Forbidden Forest! They gave me five minutes to come and find you so we can go with them!"

"Why the bloody hell do I want to go to the forest?" asked Lily, patting her friend's back as she turned pink with excitement. 

"And why are your thickheaded brothers allowing this?" Scorpius added with a skeptical look at both Second Years. "McGonagall's warned them about even breathing near the forest."

"It's for academic purposes," Dawn defended. "You know Ravenclaws and their need to learn about wildlife." She faced Lily again. "You and me, on the other hand, have business to discuss." Her fingertips met and she tapped them against each other in a mischievous manner, wiggling her dark brows at the redhead. 

"Right," agreed Lily. "Well, off we pop."

Scorpius reached for Lily's hand before she stormed after Luna's bad-influence-of-a-daughter (who knew that would ever happen? Usually it was a Weasley getting a Lovegood into trouble). "You can't expect me to let you two stroll into the forest, can you?"

Lily knitted her brows, confused. 

"Take your wand, Lily-Pad." Ah, there it was. "You might need to escape centaurs. Remember, they look cute and cuddly, but if you jump on their back they will stomp you to pieces and Mummy Potter won't recognize her princess by Christmas."

When he patted her head like one would do to a cat, Lily snatched her wand from him. "You're a real twat, you know that, Malfoy?"

"Oi! Is that a way to talk in public?" Appearing from a mob of Slytherins that made their way to the Great Hall, Al Potter separated from them when he saw his sister glaring his best mate down. "What'd he even do to you?"

"Malfoy wants to know who you fancy," interjected Dawn before Lily could explain. Her eyes were brimming with desperation while Al's widened. "Can we go now, Lily? I won't forgive you if the twins leave without us!"

Watching as his twelve year-old sister and friend raced away, leaving him alone with Malfoy's expecting eyes, Al cleared his throat awkwardly. "I really don't fancy anyone, mate," he began making his way into the Great Hall with Scorpius right behind him.  "I'm thirteen; the only exciting thing going on in my life is school and that detention I got from McGonagall for hexing James when he tripped me on my way to class."

"Are we best mates?" asked Scorpius.

Al refrained from looking anywhere but ahead. "Yes," he said carefully. 

"Then shouldn't you—" It was rare when Scorpius allowed himself to have a profound conversation with his friends, so when a loud bang courtesy of Louis Weasley interrupted him, he took it as a sign. Instead, he narrowed his eyes quizzically when two Slytherins yanked Louis from his seat on the Gryffindor table.

Al pushed past a few classmates to get to his cousin, his best friend right behind him. "Flint, Nott," he hissed at the older Slytherins, "what the hell is your problem?"

Scorpius found the culprit before Al could. Sat in the bench across, with a sneer on his face and an arm draped around a familiar redhead Gryffindor, Damien McLaggen said, "There's no problem, Potter. Just friends having a chat."

"Yeah, well, your friend Flint is going to end up choking Weasley to death," Scorpius said, tapping his wand against Joseph Flint's shoulder, signaling that it was time to let go.

"Enough," called Rose, her warm, brown eyes becoming dark and dominate as they shifted from Slytherin to Slytherin. "Damien just stopped by to say hello and Louis overreacted. That doesn't mean you two need to be barbaric, either," she added when Flint and Thomas Nott exchanged smirks. "Unless you want me to hex you for abusing my cousin like that, I suggest you take a step back."

When his lackeys did as Rose suggested, McLaggen rose from his seat. "I suppose I'll see you at the library later, Rose."

Rose smiled gently at McLaggen, earning her scowls from her relatives. "Of course."

He returned the smile before leaning down to press a kiss on Rose's cheek. "Potter, Malfoy," McLaggen called when he turned back to his house-mates, "see you two in the Common Room. Nice chatting with you, Weasley. We should do it again," he added, chuckling darkly as he, Flint and Nott made their way from the Gryffindor table. 

Slamming his schoolbag on the surface of the table to pick up a goblet, Louis was stopped from hurling it at the direction of the Slytherins by Al. "We've warned you about Damien McLaggen before, Rose," he said as he forced Louis down to take a seat. "Hell, even Aunt Pansy has warned you about him. Why do you continue to let him woo you?"

"Don't let him fool you," Louis cut in, "he's a foul little git. Always has, always will be. End your damn friendship with him."

"Is that an order, Louis?" Rose hissed, dripping venom. 

"It's for your own good," he returned, dialing back his anger. "I don't want him to hurt you. And he will, Rosie. He's capable of destroying everything he touches."

In that second, Rose and Scorpius locked eyes. There was something about the glint in hers, urging him to say something, to show a small inkling of what he thought about Damien McLaggen trying to win her heart. She looked at him with hope that she wasn't crazy, that he did feel something for her and it was going to manifest now, that he was going to tell everyone that she would never get hurt because he was the one taking her heart for safekeeping. 

But Rose should have known better. The glint in his eyes told her loud and clear that he would never show a glimpse of what he truly wanted, especially not for her. 

"That entire family is rotten, I'm telling you," Louis finished.

Scorpius scoffed at that. "Perhaps the majority of them, but Lana McLaggen is a different story," he offered with a smooth grin, making Rose's cheeks flare red. 

"Okay, yes, she's perfect," Louis supplied with a longing sigh, no doubt picturing the gorgeous Slytherin witch that was currently the topic of their conversation. It was not difficult for him (or for anyone, really) to see her perfect red lips, her dazzling emerald eyes, and her floral-scented, luscious dark tresses. "She should've been a Gryffindor." 

Al snickered at his cousin's sour tone. "Keep wishing, Louis. Because in reality, we are the ones to get to see her in her nightgown." 

"And if you're Malfoy, you get to see her without it, too," Louis said, turning to the blonde Slytherin, aiming a punch on his shoulder. "Damn lucky prat."

Without saying anything, Scorpius reached over to take a potato wedge from Rose's plate, winking at her as she balled her fists.

X

"And then presto," CLAP. "James blew up."   

In the group that had gathered unexpectedly, a girl with the most alluring silver in her eyes smiled dimly as the people around her took the solitary air that had previously been all hers. All Ariana Malfoy had wanted was five minutes alone with the stars in the darkening sky before she was forced to be surrounded again.

"I did not blow up, Fred," James Potter frowned at his cousin, the moonlight highlighting the purple bruise under his left eye. "Al caught me off guard. That's all."

"Not like you didn't deserve it," Roxanne Weasley said with a huge grin. "Mind you, being hexed by a younger student— especially your baby brother is not something easily lived down."

James' scowl grew more intimidating as his twin cousins laughed in unison. "Little Albie will pay for this," he said threateningly, "you lot remember this. And unless you two want to be added to my list, I suggest you shove off. "

"What list?" Roxanne snorted. "James, you're too lazy to pick up a quill to even write your name down on your homework. You're telling us you made a list of people you're going to take revenge on?" 

"It's a bloody metaphorical list, Roxy!" James bellowed, earning him more laughter from those around him. 

Their teasing instantly died out, however, when three Slytherin descended from the hill to their position under a willowy tree. 

"Look what we have here," said Damien McLaggen, eyeing Ariana Malfoy with distaste, "a family moment."

"Sharing secrets and swapping jumpers, are you?" Flint commented, stopping just beside the boy he followed like a trained dog. "Bet Gran Weasley knits her life away for such precious lads."

The row of relatives glared at the three Slytherins. 

"Tell me something, Ana," McLaggen turned his sneer to her as all the Weasley descendants kept their mouths shut, "does old Mrs. Weasley knit a sweater for you on Christmas as well? Or does she just send you socks as a subtle hint that you're technically not a part of her family?"

McLaggen put an arm around her shoulders, forcefully holding her in place even as she tried to take a step back from him. His dark eyes grew wide with amusement when little Peyton Weasley took a step forward as if he were going to defend the girl. 

"Tell me something, Damien," Ariana sneered back, looking up at the Slytherin with his same ferocity, "how does it feel to sit home all alone every holiday? Is that why you're so bitter? Do you need a hug?"

McLaggen snaked his hand into Ariana's hair, gripping. 

On cue, the group of Weasleys and a Potter stepped forward, anger in their eyes, but Flint and Nott were quick to intercept them, wands at the ready.

Ariana's eyes narrowed when McLaggen forced her to look back at him. She was a mastermind at schooling her expressions, but anger flickered in her silver when Roxanne was shoved back a step. 

"You're pathetic," she snarled at the Slytherin. "You're sixteen and picking on younger students just to prove that you're a man? Which, I can see why you do it — I mean, you're hardly a man at all, are you? You're just always going to push your way among the crowd, hoping they all crawl at your feet like Flint and Nott do. But you'll be waiting a long time, McLaggen, because the voices in your head are right— you are nothing."

With a hard pull of her hair and a shaking free fist, McLaggen forced Ariana down just as Nott pushed his wand against James' throat when he tried to launch forward. 

Ariana's hair was scattered and knotted from the yank he gave her, but she looked put-together when she met McLaggen's eyes. "I'm not scared of you."

"We'll see—!"

Before he could give in to his threat, a glimmering bubble formed around Ariana, shielding her from the oncoming attack. McLaggen and she looked up, watching as Scorpius and Al trudged down the same hill, wands out. 

"You seem a little down, Ana," Scorpius said with a tight grin as Al jabbed his own wand against Nott, forcing him to remove his from James' chest. 

"Care to join me?" Ariana returned, patting the grass beside her. "McLaggen was just about to embarrass himself."

McLaggen shoved Scorpius away, ending his Shielding Charm around his sister. When that happened, he bent down to sink his nails on her bicep before yanking her up and stabbing his wand under her chin. 

As soon as Scorpius felt the elbow collide with his ribs, his fury flared. A blast of emotions crawled up into his chest, exploding out as a red light. Satisfaction raced up his spine when McLaggen flew back, freeing his thirteen year old sister from his abuse.

Time then slowed like it did in those action-packed films Blaise loved to show his goddaughter: Ariana scrambled for her wand, twirling her brother aside before Flint's curse hit him on the back. She produced a stinging hex at him before shouting, "Levicorpus!"

Roxanne laughed as Nott got tangled in Ariana's spell, ending up dangling a few feet off the ground along with his mate. They cursed and threatened, but Ariana did not flinch.

"You two should really hang out more," Roxanne said. "If I may say, the entertainment you provide is fantastic. Too bad McLaggen is currently unconscious to witness this."

Al moved quickly to Ariana's side, running a hand over her face to check for afflictions. "Are you okay?"

She could not find any words as her mind continued to rush with disarming spells. 

He grabbed her hand, pulling it up to his chest. "'Ri?" Al whispered, frantic more had been done to her than what he had witnessed. 

Ariana could feel Scorpius' own silver eyes on her face. She blinked at his direction; his brows were furrowed in disapproval, shifting between her and his best friend. She tore her hand from Al, refusing to let his warmth sink in to her skin. Then, she offered her brother a small, barely noticeable nod, something close to a thank you.  And he returned it, something close to a no one will hurt you. 

But the rare moment ended when Al picked off grass blades from her rumpled robes. 

"Roxy," Scorpius called, "take the beast back to your dormitory while I clean up the mess."

Ariana kicked her brother on the knee. "I'm not a child," she hissed at him, even as Roxanne tugged her by the elbow.

Scorpius cursed, his handsome face twisting into a fast expression of pain. "Just go!"

Creeping up beside him and Al, the First Year Slytherin in the group watched as the huddle of Gryffindors decided to head for the castle together, helping Roxanne in taming Ariana. "Rose is going to kill you when she finds out what happened with McLaggen," Peyton said. "You know that right?"

 "You know something, Weasley," Malfoy returned, the pain on his knee now gone as Al cast a Silencing Spell on Nott and Flint, "your sister is thicker than mine.She believes McLaggen is a saint cast into the world by Merlin to make peace wherever he goes."

"Yeah, well, Rose gets that from Dad's side. She thinks everyone has some good in them. Hence why she thinks she's saving McLaggen's soul or something," Peyton scoffed, wiggling his fingers at Flint before he stuck his middle finger out. "She'll think you did this to spite her, and then you'll have a hurricane heading your way."

"I can take a little rain," Scorpius grinned. 

After all, there was no better sight than Rose Weasley in all her glorious frenzy.