second generation of harry potter

When Ginny tells Harry that she’s pregnant, Harry’s second thought (after being incredibly overjoyed) is a dawning feeling of horror that the baby will be just. like. him.

“Ginny we flew a car to Hogwarts when we were twelve years old. You don’t understand.”

“Oh sweet Merlin we flew out of Gringotts on a dragon.”

“I caught the snitch in my mouth Ginny how will I survive a child that’s anything like me.”

“The boa constrictor just wanted to go to Brazil it seemed reasonable at the time.”

J.K.: *I should apologize for all the ships I never made happen*

J.K. : The reason Draco was so mean to Hermione was because he loved her.

J.K.: Harry and Hermione should have ended up together

Gay Side of HP shipping: *wolfstardrarrydeamusgrindledore*

J.K.: What’s a Drarry?

J.K.: Dean and Seamus were just friends nothing more.

J.K.: Scorpius loves Rose just like Draco loved Hermione.

J.K.: I’m not homophobic dumbledore is gay!!!!!


J.K.: Remus had a child.

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Ginger!Albus with Scorpius; because why not?


And I’m so sorry for not posting for a LONG time, I haven’t been on Tumblr lately; and I haven’t had any thing what I thought what was good to post.

anonymous asked:

Oh my GOD. 1 with Jeddy for the unrequited love ask. I'm sorry.

oh GOD

Every time James saw Teddy it got harder to hold in.

Every look, every smile Teddy sent his way,  even if it was all the way from the Hufflepuff table, the confession, the feelings, got harder to hold back. It got all the way to the point where James was literally swallowing the words and biting his tongue in an effort to respond with a ‘hello’ and not ‘I love you’ when Teddy bumped shoulders with him in the hallway. James can’t even think how he’s been getting through their Tuesday library “study” sessions. They never actually get any work done, and just end up sneaking sweets from the kitchens and, on this night as it was particularly warm, heading down to the lake and collapsing under the old tree there. And the words are on the tip of his tongue with every laugh that causes Teddy to squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back.

They’re right there when they’re laying, shoulder brushing shoulder, in the grass, staring up at the infinite sky.

“This is probably one of my favorite things to do in the world.” Teddy sighed, lacing his fingers over his chest, “Just, how can someone look up at that, all those stars and not be… fucking amazed?”

James snorted, “Well I think you have enough enthusiasm about it to make up for a few people not caring.”

Teddy laughed, elbowing James softly in the side and shaking his head, “Sod off. It’s brilliant.” They lapsed into silence for a moment and James watched Teddy watch they sky. Teddy turned his head, fixing his eyes on James, “You love it don’t you, James?”

James swallowed, eyebrows raising and cheeks flushing slightly at how close Teddy was. He blinked a few times, “I..” And the words- the words are right theretherethere, “I love- you.”

Teddy sucked in his breath a little. He stared at James, James stared at Teddy. The summer night air suddenly felt too hot around James. And when Teddy let out the first laugh, it was practically suffocating him.

Teddy cooed at him, “Aw, Jamie, I love you too!” Teddy let out another laugh, eyes squeezing shut. James just laid there, looking at him, feeling like he wanted to sink right into the grass.

“Merlin. I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” He let out a few last laughs between words, looking back to James, “And the look on your face, talk about-“

James watched Teddy’s smile falter as, he was fairly sure, the look Teddy had seen was still written across his face. Only it was no doubt mixed with mortification.

“Real…” Teddy finished softly, smile dropping and being replaced by guilt and realization. He opened his mouth to say something a few times but never did.

James tore his eyes away, “I-“ He could barely get the words out of his throat, “sorry.”

Teddy sat up on his elbows, “I- Fuck. No, James-“

“No, I think that’s all there is too it.” James sat up too, facing away from Teddy and pretending to gather his cloak that he’d bunched on the grass as a pillow. His cheeks burned, his eyes burned, he wished he could burn.

He felt Teddy’s fingers against his shoulder and he stood up, “Please.” James said shortly, “I-“ James stooped, snatching up his cloak, “Let’s just-“


“Don’t, T. Teddy…“ He corrected himself.

Teddy stood too, pulse wild underneath his skin. He couldn’t stand the hunched way James was standing, the way his back was towards him. The way his hand was shaking at his side. He took a step forward when James let out a breath, but hesitated in touching him again.

“Please look at me,” he tried carefully, “James, I didn’t- I didn’t think-“

“Yeah, I know.” James’ hand raised to his face and Teddy knew he was rubbing at his eyes, his temples. He sighed, letting his hand drop. He still didn’t turn around, “I know and this really- really can’t get any worse for me right now so please, just-“

He made a motion, palm pushing out towards the ground.

Just don’t it said.

He left Teddy standing there under the tree, guilt eating him up inside and desperately wanting to call out his name.

As much as I adore the headcanons of the Weasley-Delacours being fluent in French,

Let me give you a little perspective.

1. Bill predominantly speaks English. Fleur learned English, but she speaks with a very thick accent. She probably speaks it very often, considering the pressure there is on immigrants to conform to whatever society they are acclimating to. The Weasley-Delacour household probably grew up speaking English and commonplace French vocabulary for simple household things, but nothing fancy.

2. Victoire, Dominique, and Louis are second or third generation French (depending on who you talk to because even though their mother is first generation, their father was born in England). There is a significant distance between them and their French roots, even with magic. They probably grew up immersed in a rich half-culture, unless Bill and Fleur moved from Shell Cottage to France.

3. They grew up and went to school in England. You have no idea how much this affects children as they develop. I used to be fluent in Spanish as a toddler but I forgot it all once I started kindergarten where everyone only spoke English. I had to slowly relearn it throughout middle school and high school.

The French you imagine Victoire, Dominique, and Louis speaking is probably not the reality. If anything, once they reach the teen years, they can hold a decent conversation but stuff like conjugations and distant vocabulary they probably sound a little wrong on. They use basic French words and probably work really hard to finally get to the point where they can talk to family easily with stumbling.

I’m not saying this is law and this is the only way it is. Your Weasley-Delacours can speak perfect French and go to Beauxbatons and be mini-Fleurs. That’s a beautiful headcanon too. I’m just saying, from my experience, that a language barrier in a household can mean so much more than what you see it as and so much more can come from this than what we are limiting ourselves too. If you want to hear me go in detail, just hit me up. Otherwise, keep in mind that language isn’t easy.

protectsiriusblack  asked:

"quiet, they can hear us" jeddy<333

God, I love these two so much.

  • Huge family dinners were a regular occurrence in the Potter household.
  • Everyone brought food and drink (which mostly led to them having 8 bottles of wine and 10 different desserts)
  • People usually arrived in the same order as well.
  • Ginny would open the door for Hermione, Ron and the kids right on time. Next came Molly and Arthur a few minutes later. Fred’s family maybe 10. Bill and Fleur a few minutes after them and so on.
  • When it got past the hour mark, only James was left waiting by the door, sat on the bottom step of the staircase.
  • He’d entertain himself, picking threads from the carpet, until he heard the faint pop just outside the door.
  • He was up in a second, swinging the door open.
  • Teddy’s fist was still raised in a motion to knock. He didn’t have time to lower it, his smile hadn’t even fully formed on his face before James was pulling him over the threshold by the collar of his jacket and molding their lips together.
  • Teddy let out a surprised, breathy laugh into James’ mouth, before kissing back hungrily.
  • “Late. As usual.” James mumbled against Teddy’s mouth before pressing another hard kiss to it.
  • Teddy smirked, palms warm around James’ hips as he backed him up against the hall closet. His teeth scraped gently against James lip, “Waiting. As usual.”
  • James scoffed and Teddy leaned back, only enough so that he could see Teddy clearly. Their hips and most of their chests still pressed together.
  • “I wouldn’t have to wait if you weren’t always so late.”
  • Teddy grinned, “Why on earth would I be on time when instead I get kissed before I’m even through the door? Besides…” He leaned in again, nosing along James’ cheek, lips dragging along his jaw, “If I was on time, there would be family everywhere and we wouldn’t get to do this…”
  • James bit his lip, head falling back against the closet door as Teddy started placing open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck.
  • “Yeah…” James’ fingers curled into Teddy’s hair, eyes falling shut, “Maybe you should be late.”
  • “Mhm.” Teddy answered shortly, mouth otherwise occupied with one of James’ collarbones.
  • James only just had the mind to tell him off about leaving any marks, “I got way too many questions last time- especially from dad.”
  • Teddy withdrew his head and raised an eyebrow at James, “What was Harry doing asking questions about a hickey on your neck?”
  • Because.” James said distressed, “He’s always asking if I’ve met anyone and then there was that so obviously I had met someone-“
  • There was a sudden voice from the other room, “James? Is Ted here yet?”
  • James’ eyes widened, “Speak of the devil.”
  • Teddy bit his lip, eyeing the already forming splotch of purplish-red on Teddy’s collar bone where his lips had been moments before, “C’mon.”
  • He hurriedly opened the closet door and yanked James inside after him before closing it as quietly as possible.
  • “What the-“
  • Shh.” Teddy pressed a finger to James lips.

  • “James? Are you even out there?”
  • When no reply came again Harry sighed, leaning in to kiss Ginny on the cheek, “Be right back.”
  • Ginny nodded, “I swear to Merlin, if he’s eating the cake again-“
  • Harry laughed, before making his way into the entry hall. He was about to call out James’ name again when-
  • “What the bloody hell are we doing in here?”
  • Harry’s eyes instantly narrowed in on the closet - the source of what was clearly James’ voice.
  • Quiet- they can hear us.”
  • Another voice. Harry tilted his head, risking one step forward, trying to figure out who it was. It was clearly a boy’s.
  • “Well, I don’t understand why we couldn’t have just gone out there and then, y’know, finished that off later, they’re gonna wonder where we a-“
  • “No… What they’re going to wonder about is… that…”
  • There was a beat of silence before, “Teddy!”
  • Ah, Harry thought, So Teddy.
  • Ironic really, that the two boys had taken to hiding something that practically everyone had already guessed about.
  • “The second I tell you not to- and then you already have- Jesus fucking christ, it’s the dead of summer I can’t wear a fucking turtle neck!-“
  • “I’m sorry. I can’t- you’r just so-“ A sigh, “I can’t help it..”
  • Harry smirked, guessing as to what they were talking about.
  • “Well- Well-“ James cursed, “Why do you have to be so fucking cute about it-“

  • “I’m not cute-“
  • “You’re bloody cute. Now let’s get out of here before anyone comes. I don’t hear anything, I think it’s safe-“
  • With a start Harry saw the door handle starting to turn. He tried to casually sprint back into the living room and huffed down into his previous spot on the couch.
  • Ginny raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong?”
  • “What?” Harry puffed, “Nothing. Why is something wrong?”
  • Ginny’s brow arched further. Harry endured her stare for only a moment before cracking.
  • He leaned in, “Y’know James?”
  • “Our son?”
  • “Yeah.”
  • Ginny shot him a look, “Well, yes Harry, I do believe I know James.”
  • “Oh.” Harry flushed, “Right. Well, y’know Teddy?”
  • Yes. Of course, what are you-“
  • Harry was the one to raise his eyebrows this time.
  • “What- oh. Oh.”
  • Ginny grinned, “Well at least now we know why he never brings anyone home.”
Okay but Hugo Weasley
  • Hugo Weasley who doesn’t like Quidditch, or chess, or studying.
  • Hugo Weasley who hates violence, scary films, and heights.
  • Hugo Weasley who feels alienated from his family, from a very young age, because he doesn’t share any of the same interests with any of his cousins, or his sister.
  • Hugo Weasley who, at age ten, is confronted by his Uncle Charlie at a family reunion, and learns all about his uncle’s job and the adventures he’s gone on.
  • Hugo Weasley who pmuch falls in love with dragons tbh and receives all of Charlie’s old textbooks and adventure books and fantasy novels and the like, and studies them intensely (much to his mothers dismay, and his father’s amusement).
  • Hugo Weasley who is promptly sorted into Hufflepuff upon his first year at Hogwarts, along with his cousin Lily Luna.
  • Hugo Weasley who studies Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Charms intensely until his third year when he is able to take Care of Magical Creatures.
  • Hugo Weasley who never misses an opportunity to get extra credit with Hagrid, or help him with some of the animals in the Dark Forest, or learn more about the animals in which he loves to study.
  • Hugo Weasley who is very outspoken on the care of Magical Creatures, and speaking out against laws that are harmful to said Magical Creatures.
  • Hugo Weasley who constantly stands up for his mum when people are speaking out against her, and is constantly supporting his mum every time she passes a new law, or diminishes an old one; watching as she continuously helps people gain back their rights.
  • Hugo Weasley who is bullied by the students at Hogwarts for ‘being sorted in Hufflepuff’, and ‘his weird fascination with animals’.
  • Hugo Weasley who takes the bullying up until his fifth year when he finally allows his Granger temper to shine through, and uses a carefully placed stunning hex on the bullies (something he learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had previously intended only to use on animals), and receives two weeks detention with Hagrid in the Dark Forest (which was spent visiting Aragog’s children, and helping Hagrid gather plants for Professor Longbottom).
  • Hugo Weasley who ends up getting an essay of his published in the Quibbler for ‘a fascinating, and enlightening article about how smog and air impurities are having an affect on the creatures of the Wizarding World’.
  • Hugo Weasley who ends up writing a monthly article for the Quibbler, and eventually, the Daily Prophet, about rare Magical Creatures, various excavations done where the bones of an age-old Magical Creatures were found, or educational articles about how to care for them/i.e. help maintain their habitat; slowly making a name for himself (his pen name is Hugo Granger).
  • Hugo Weasley who graduates Hogwarts, not the top of his class, but with all E’s and O’s (and was the only one in his class to get straight O’s, all four years of taking Care of Magical Creatures). 
  • Hugo Weasley who becomes a dragon tamer, like his Uncle Charlie (who ends up becoming his superior) for five years, before going on archeological digs for any new insights on extinct Magical Creatures, before retiring and deciding to work at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
  • Hugo Weasley who continues to write articles in the Daily Prophet about the importance of keeping the environment clean so that Magical Creatures (as well as average creatures) are able to breed naturally, and that they might have a safe, clean place to reside, as well as telling various encounters he had with Dragons during his short time as a Dragon Tamer, as well as his his time on his digs.
  • Hugo Weasley who ends up writing another textbook for the Care of Magical Creatures Class, titled ‘The Wondrous Creatures of the Wizarding World; Both Past, and Present’, correcting mistakes that Newt Scamander had made in his ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’, while adding all the information he and other archaeologists collected over the past hundred years.
  • Hugo Weasley who is just a really freaking awesome character with so much potential and is just a smol child whom I must protect to the end of time, tbh????
Teddy Lupin Things
  • androgynous Teddy Lupin
  • pink hair tied up into a messy bun
  • glitter 
  • being addicted to hot cocoa (with marshmallows obviously)
  • being adopted by Harry and Draco Malfoy-Potter when he was five
  • always coming home for the Winter Hols with bags and bags of candy (not including the random pieces hidden inside his trunk and forgotten about in the pockets and folds of his clothing)  
  • everyone in the Malfoy-Potter house having an enormous sweet tooth (much to Aunt Hermione’s dismay) 
  • Harry coming home to the kitchen in shambles after Teddy and Draco decide to “bake”
  • baking a cake for his parent’s would-be anniversary 
  • taking the cake to Aunt Andromeda 
  • being just as clumsy as his mother
  • practicing on Harry’s old drum set at the most inconvenient hours of the day and night (much to Draco’s dismay)
  • starting a rock band with Victoire, the Lovegood twins, and Fred
  • starting an early career in journalism while still at Hogwarts 
  • carrying around an old muggle tape recorder on his person at all times so that he can annoy everyone with his constant unnecessary commentary and questions throughout the day ( “…and so Fred chewed his buttered toast with a strong jaw and the look of pure hunger in his eyes”, “how does it feel to be dating such a sexy chap, Victoire?”, “Lorcan’s face contorted into a less than interested scowl”, “why are you walking away from me Lorcan???”)
  • Draco and Harry keeping every scrap of writing Teddy ever wrote 
  • calling Draco “dad”
  • painting his dads’ nails when he was a kid, and now whenever he is feeling down
  • Victoire practically moving in to the Malfoy-Potter house after graduation
  • punk rock Victoire 
  • Draco and Harry not-so-subtly forcing them to move out due to “an excessive amount of love-making that no father should ever have to walk in on” 
  • working for the Quibbler before starting his own newspaper 
  • Teddy’s first published piece being his dads’ insane love story  
  • Draco and Harry framing their love story article from the Quibbler even though its mad and heavily embellished because its just soooo Teddy 
  • Draco and Harry being the best dads a kid could ask for, and Teddy being the sweetest, funniest, lovable-est kid around 

Rose was loud and Rose was rash and Rose was proud and Rose was impulsive and Rose was brutish and Rose was oblivious and Rose was fierce and Rose was not her mother.

anonymous asked:

For the ways to say I love you, could I request 14 for Jeddy? :)

Can I have this dance?

It had been almost a month now, James thought. Two and a half weeks since they’d spoken. Since they’d snuck out after hours. Since he’d even received one of those blinding smiles he loved so much. Loves. He still loves them, even if they’ve stopped coming.

A whole month. Frankly, James isn’t sure how he’s survived this long. How does one survive when ever day feels like the end of the world?

He supposed it helped that summer had arrived. He wasn’t forced to gaze longingly over breakfast, or bump into in the hallways or stare at in class. It was a change in setting. A change in setting in which he could be alone with his… nothing. No sound except maybe his wiz-radio playing softly in the background. It seemed to be the only thing he could stand these days.

James pressed his face deeper into his pillow, letting the soft song, a new one he thinks, wash over him in waves, barely registering he’s there. He stares at the wall because his eyes have nothing better to do. He can’t close them. Closing them gives free reign to his mind and he can’t have that. Not with unlimited images of him available to its disposal. So he stares and he half listens but, mostly, his heart hurts. And he lets it hurt.

Because what else is there to do?

He’d tried. He’d tried so hard and it had be so, excruciatingly wonderful for so long and then… what? Had Teddy changed his mind? No, he hadn’t said that. He’d been scared.

James closes his eyes tightly, unable to keep them open against the burn from lack of moisture, and suddenly he’s there again. He’s back in the library, he’s back watching Teddy’s conflicted face. He’s suddenly walking out again, hoping desperately that Teddy would follow him. But he hadn’t.

Teddy had been scared of something they could have stopped fearing years ago. Because they were older now. Yes, it had been unsteady at first but, in the end, over time, they’d had the room they needed. They’d been able to grow he and he into them and it was perfect. James hadn’t known happiness like that existed and then Teddy-

The hiding. The sneaking around, the worry. James sat up suddenly, pushing his face into his hands, feeling the sudden urge to move, to shake off this horrible, horrible ache. God, something had happened to Teddy and James didn’t know what. Something had happened to them. James didn’t know.

He wanted to cry, but all his body would reward him with was a painful lump in his throat that seemed to be his constant companion these days. He dug his thumbs into his temples, desperate for relief, for feeling, for anything but this.

The soft snick of his door opening made his head jerk upwards. He’d told his dad to stay away for now, that he would be fine, it was fine it was all fine-

James let a small noise out, surprised more than anything, longing more than that.

Teddy stood frozen, only just visible through the opening, hand poised on the handle. He looked lean and rumpled and tall and like summer. Only his hair had gone dark. James frowned at him. He’d never seen Teddy with dark hair. Always blonde accompanied by some streak of color. The chestnut strands he saw now arose dread and a small spark of hope within his chest.

Maybe he misses you too.

Teddy’s mouth was slightly open, as if he was surprised to find James in his own bedroom. His eyes flitted away from James then back once and he cleared his throat, “Um. Hi. Hello.”

James just stared at him, not trusting himself to speak.

Teddy let out a shaky breath, teeth worrying over his lip for a moment, “Right. I’d like- I’d like to come in, if I could.”

It was James’ turn to open and close his mouth a few times. He cleared his throat, desperate to rid it of the threat of emotion, and pulled his knees to his chest, looking away, “Fine.”

He heard Teddy let out a breath and him step in, closing the door. From the corner of his eye, James saw him lean his forehead against it momentarily.

Teddy hesitated, hands stuffing into his pockets, then un-stuffing, then leaning down to pick up a stray sock and dropping it into the hamper before, finally, sitting directly across from James.

“Please look at me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I need you to.”

Teddy’s voice was honest and soft and James couldn’t help but find the eyes that he knew would match the sentiment.

James felt his resolve crumbling under that gaze. “Well?” He choked out.

James pressed his lips together, brows pulling low over his eyes, “Would it be acceptable for me to simply tell you I’m a stupid fuck up of a boyfriend?”

“No.” James swallowed, “Well, yes.”

Teddy didn’t hesitate, “I’m a stupid fuck up of a boyfriend.”

James looked down to his hands, “Oh, is that all?”

“No.” Teddy’s hands were over his before James could flinch away and, honestly, he wasn’t sure he would’ve had the strength to anyhow, “James.”

James raised his eyes again, momentarily watching Teddy’s throat work around his nervous swallow before finding his eyes again. His skin looked paler against his hair.

“James, I…”

James closed his eyes. If Teddy said his name like that one more time…

There were a few beats of silence, and then, “Isn’t this your favorite?”

James opened one eye, then the other, and was about to ask Teddy what the hell he was on about when he listened, actually listened, to the radio that he’d nearly forgotten was there.

And yes. James felt butterflies roll in his stomach, fluttering against his ribs. Yes, this was his favorite. It was a slow, minimal song. Guitar and not much else.

Teddy didn’t need confirmation. He hadn’t even really needed to ask. James knew this. Instead of inquiring a further answer, Teddy stood, offering his hand out to James who looked at it, then looked at him incredulously.

“What, is that tradition over too?”

James’ eyes hardened, “If you recall, I never wanted anything to be over.”

Teddy sighed harshly, “I’m trying to make it up to you. Please, I don’t know how to do this, you know I’m shit with words, I-“ Teddy closed his eyes briefly, letting his hand drop, “I feel like your a thousand miles away and I can’t- I can’t stand-“ He huffed again and held out his open palm, “Please.”

James rolled his eyes, standing with his fists clenched at his sides. “Oh, so you’ll dance with me, alone, in my bedroom, but you won’t even look at me at school? I’m sure that’s healthy.“


“Real upstanding model of a relationship-“

His breath was knocked out of him as he was suddenly pulled forward by the waist, hips pressing to Teddy’s, warm palms on his cheeks and a persistent, heavenly mouth over his.

James let himself be kissed for a few moments, too surprised to do much. He didn’t know what to think. Teddy was here, kissing him, rather desperately might he add, and he didn’t know quite what to make of it. Was all forgiven? Did Teddy expect this to make things better?

“T.” James said against Teddy’s lips, “Teddy.” He needed to pull away, they needed to talk about this, although his hands unconsciously made their own way to wind through Teddy’s hair.

Teddy kissed him for a last moment, a hard, closed mouth press, before he let off, both boys huffing out a shaky breath.

“I’d dance with you anywhere.” Teddy breathed.

James looked up at him, “What?”

Teddy’s fingers trailed over his cheeks, palm cupping the back of his neck, “I’d dance with you anywhere. I’d kiss you anywhere. Anywhere, James. It took me not having the option to kiss you at all for me to realize, and for that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His thumb stroked over the soft hairs at the back of James’ neck and James felt like he was entranced, like he couldn’t move, like he’d never be able to stop looking at this boy before him ever again. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to stop anyhow. Teddy shook his head a little, “I’m sorry. But I do know now. Anywhere, James. I’ll be with you anywhere and I’ll be bloody proud to be. Fuck, I’ll stand up on the Gryffindor table, in front of the entire school, and say ‘Can I have this dance’ if that’s what you want-“

“Jesus,” James let out a laugh, or maybe it was a cry, “Jesus, shut up.” He wound his fingers tighter in Teddy’s hair and kissed him, kissed him like he wasn’t able to before, and like he might never stop kissing him.

“I really will-“ Teddy said between kisses, “Anything. Anything, James-“

“Shut up.” James said over the lump in his throat, laughing, crying, and kissing Teddy senseless, “God, you fucking—God, I love you.”

Teddy just kissed him again, his own ‘I love you’ in each touch.

When writing HP next gen fanfic keep in mind:
  • Teddy Lupin is a metamorphagus but not a werewolf
  • With all the Weasley grandkids, at least one is probably a squib
  • Angelina Johnson is black, so Fred II and Roxanne should at least look like her a little
  • Lorcan and Lysander are younger than all of the Weasley grandkids
  • Victoire, Dominique, and Louis are probably fluent in both French and English. They probably could have gone to Hogwarts or Beauxbatons.
  • The Marauder’s Map and the invisibility cloak.
  • they aren’t all Gryffindors let’s be real
  • some of them have to be queer. Though, that’s probs the point of the fic.
  • Neville is their professor 
  • George and Ron own a Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes definitely in Diagon Alley and possibly a second in Hogsmeade
  • poor poor Minerva McGonagall
Surprising Facts About the Next Gen

Teddy cried when he got his first piercing and cried later when Andromeda initially disapproved.
Victoire could cook better than her grandmother (don’t tell Molly).
Molly only became a Healer for the money; she wanted to be a poet.
Lorcan didn’t believe half of the things his mother said.
Lysander understood wandlore, a feat unto itself.
Fred was a playwright.
James didn’t know that he was bullying.
Dominique didn’t regret what she did to people’s hearts, but she did regret not regretting it.
Rose was physically stronger than the vast majority of her cousins.
Albus liked the sound of his own name.
Alice was a mathematician.
Scorpius was ridiculously resourceful.
Roxanne hid the fact that she did ballet from the rest of her Quidditch team because she thought they’d think less of her for it.
Louis was a white falcon Animagus.
Matt often felt out of place in the Weasley Clan.
Hugo didn’t think very highly of his family, seeing them as incredibly ignorant when it came to most things, but of course he loved them just the same.
Lily hated cameras with a passion, as much as she loved attention.
Lucy wanted to be a painter before she realized she was no good.
Aramina could laugh even though she was magically mute.
Cepheus doesn’t hate Aramina.