《In Your Dreams: a Harry X Voldemort|Tom》Epilogue...
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Narrator's POV
On September 1, 2012, Platform 9 3/4s was crowded with students and their parents.
"Good luck on your sorting, Lily." Harry told his eleven year old daughter
"Thanks, mum. I hope I'm in Slytherin or Ravenclaw." Lily, a cute girl with slightly curled black hair and 'Avada Kedavra' green eyes thanked
"Well, Aunt Luna, Granduncle Barty, Uncle Neville, Uncle Cedric, Grandpa Moony, and Grandpa Sev, Not to mention Aunt Victoria, Uncle Draco, Aunt Hermione, Uncle Fred, Aunt Astoria, Uncle George, Aunt Daphne, Uncle Percy, Aunt Jillian, Uncle Charlie, Aunt Spring, Uncle Bill, Aunt Fleur, Uncle Theo, Uncle Viktor, Grandma Bella, Grandpa Rodolphus, Granduncle Rabastan, Grandma Narcissa, Grandpa Lucius, and Nagini, but I don't think anyone can spoil you more than your father." Harry mumbled
"Can I have some sweets money, dad?" James, a now third year Slytherin, asked his father
"Yes," Tom said, handing over the money "share it with your sister."
"I will, thanks dad." James, a handsome boy with messy brown hair and 'Avada Kedavra' green eyes, thanked, putting the money in his pocket
"Prongs Jr, it's time for you to take your birthright." Padfoot said, handing James the Marauders Map
"Thanks Grandpa Padfoot." James thanked, and pointing his wand at the map "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
"Sirius, we discussed this." Tom said, his tone warning
"No, you talked, I said this is his birthright. He has marauder blood flowing through his veins." Sirius replied, and Tom glared
"Hi, Ben and Ani." James said, looking at the LeStrange twin boys: Benjamin and Anakin, both third year Slytherins, but Anakin had brown hair and blue eyes while Benjamin had brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi, James." They chorused, followed by their grandparents and granduncle, and twin younger sisters: Amelia and Olivia, both entering first year and both blonde with blue eyes.
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"Are you going to rejoin the Qudditch team this year?" Anakin asked
"I'll be Seeker as long as you guys come back as Beaters and Clyde and Scorpius comes back as Keeper." James replied, and the blond walked in" Hi, Scorpius."
"Hi, James." The blond third year Slytherin said, followed by his parents, grandparents, and younger sister: Arachne, who looked like a younger, and slightly blonder Hermione
Next came Clyde Diggry, Victoria and Cedric's son who was a third year Slytherin, "Hey, Jamsie."
Clyde was followed by Sabrina Krum, Theo and Viktor's daughter, and a first year
James followed his friends into the train and found their usual compartment, which he knew was same one his mum and various aunt and uncles used; the one the Marauders used, and the one his dad and his early Inner Circle used.
Soon, Victoire Weasley, a third year Ravenclaw came down the stairs followed by her parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Her cousins, which included: Celeste Weasley, a third year Gryffindor, and daughter of Fred and Astoria Greengrass; Canaan Weasley, the first year son of Fred and Astoria; Amelie Weasley, third year Gryffindor daughter of George and Daphne Greengrass; Alonso Weasley, first year son of George and Daphne; Elaine Weasley, the first year daughter of Percy and Jillian Valentine, a half-blood who was in Ravenclaw; Winter Weasley, first year daughter of Charlie and Spring Timorós, a half-blood who was in Hufflepuff; Summer Weasley, first year daughter of Charlie and Spring; and finally, Autumn Weasley, first year daughter of Charlie and Spring.
Fred and George also passed out Skiving Snackboxes to all their nieces and nephews along with one small pouch for each of them.
"They're Sand Eyes, put a pinch of this is someone's drink or soup and they'll feel like their eye is covered in sand." Fred explained
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"But over wise completely harmless." George said, looking at Tom, who was giving the twins a death-glare
Within a few minutes, people greeted each other, the conductor called out for students to begin to board the train.
"Remembers to write." Harry reminded his children
"I will, Grandpa Padfoot made me swear to write him weekly." Lily said, entering the train and entered the compartment that she and her friends would use every year: it was in front if her brother's and she stuck her head out the window
"You bet I did, Lily-love, I expect to see your owl tonight telling me all about your sorting." Sirius called out
"You will, Grandpa, and I know James will write to you about him making the Qudditch team again." Lily replied
"I will, Grandpa, McLaggen has already promised me the spot, he says Slytherin hasn't had a finer Seeker. Except mum." James said, sticking his head out of the window of his compartment
"Of course you are, Prongs Jr, you have Qudditch genes inside of you right with that Marauder blood flowing in your veins. I don't care what your dad says, anyone with Potter blood plays Qudditch, hell your mum was the youngest Seeker of the century and your Grandpa Prongs was a awesome Chaser. I'll be cheering for you at your match, I'll be decked in sliver and green; oh if James was here he'd never let me live it down, actually he'd probably be wearing green and silver with me, Moony will be stunned." Sirius called out, as the train drove away
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Once they had arrived in the school, the older children took their seats at their respective tables, and the first years stood to be sorted.
But first the hat needed to sing.
"A thousand years or more ago when I was newly sewn, there lived four wizards of renown, whose names are still well known: bold Gryffindor, from wild moor; fair Ravenclaw, from glen; sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad; and cunning Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, they hatched a daring plan: to educate young sorcerers thus, Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders formed their own house, for each did value different virtues in the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were prized far beyond the rest; for Ravenclaw, the cleverest would always be the best; for Hufflepuff, hard workers were most worthy of admission; and resourceful Slytherin, loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide their favorites from the throng, yet how to pick the worthy ones, when they were dead and gone? Twas Gryffindor who found the way, he whipped me off his head. The founders put some brains in me so, I could choose instead! Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind, and tell where you belong!" The Sorting Hat sang
"Sabrina Krum." Severus, the deputy headmaster, called out, Sabrina stepped up and took a seat on the stool
"Hufflepuff!" The hat called out, and cheers were yelled
"Amelia LeStrange."
"Slytherin!"
"Olivia LeStrange."
"Slytherin!"
"Arachne Malfoy."
"Ravenclaw!"
"Lily Riddle."
"Slytherin!"
"Alonso Weasley."
"Gryffindor!"
"Autumn Weasley."
"Ravenclaw!"
"Canaan Weasley."
"Gryffindor!"
"Elaine Weasley."
"Ravenclaw!"
"Summer Weasley."
"Hufflepuff!"
"Winter Weasley."
"Slytherin!"
More names were called out, and the feast began, marking the beginning of another great year.
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