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Until The Very End —(WITS Sequel)

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September 1st, 2015

Mel had woken up feeling like she had to be making haste to get out of bed, for some reason, and it took her a second nap to realize today was September first, and her twins were supposed to get in that morning's train to Hogwarts.

"Harry!" She sat up abruptly, grasping her husband's arm tightly and shaking him awake.

"M'up! What?!" Harry scrambled to get his glasses, almost toppling over the mattress.

"The twins!" Mel stumbled out of bed, her hands swiftly pointing to one side and the other while things flew across the room to get the day started. "Hogwarts!"

Harry groaned as he pushed the covers away, rushing out and muttering curses. "I'll make them breakfast, you wake them."

The doorbell rang and they froze, sharing the same look of horror. "The Flints!"

Josephine, Erick's third-born daughter and their goddaughter, was also starting her education at Hogwarts that year, and they had promised to take her along with the twins since Erick and Anne were too busy organizing the opening day of their shop.

Harry tried to brush his hair into a presentable look (it had never worked, but he kept holding onto hope that one day it would) and scurried off to the first floor to welcome the kid.

Mel ran off to the twins's room and opened it harshly only to find Emmeline already trying to drag James out of his bed. "See? I told you we're late already!" The girl squealed once her mother came in. "He doesn't believe me!"

"I told her you would come to wake me when it was time!" James huffed, kicking his sister away and sitting up. "Tell her it's not that late!"

"It is terribly late, Jamie, I'm a terrible mother," she said, making a swift movement with her wrist and causing the twins's trunks to gather and pile next to the door. "Get dressed and come have breakfast, Josie's downstairs already."

"Mum, I told you to set your alarm," said a sleepy voice behind her. Matthew was there, rubbing the sleep of his eyes. Lily was tailing him, hugging her bear.

"Go get dressed," she urged the younger kids. "Go, go! We have about ten minutes before we have to rush out!"

Mel rushed out with the trunks following her down the stairs, at the foot of them was Erick, grinning knowingly. "Someone trusts a bit too much on her ability to wake at dawn."

"Shut up," the witch glared at him. "Not a word."

Erick clicked his tongue, loving the opportunity to torture her. "And you call yourself a good mother."

"Actually, she admitted to being a terrible one," James commented, jumping the steps two by two just like Harry tended to do.

"James, you shouldn't say that!" Emmeline scolded him, rushing after him.

"Don't run on the stairs!" Mel warned them as she reached the entrance hall. "Out of my way, have to take these to the car—Emmie, is your owl ready?"

"Going!" The girl ran away to the kitchen after waving briefly at Erick. "Hi, uncle!"

"Hi, uncle!" James ran past. "Josie, are you bringing your cat..?"

"Hi, Erick," Matthew said, nodding at him casually as he walked to the kitchen with Lily's hand gently held in his.

"Erick?" The man turned to her with concern. "Since when?"

Mel shrugged. "He discovered last summer that he's only related to my mum and Regulus and since then has decided to call everyone else by their names. He thinks that makes it sound grown-up."

Erick chuckled. "Ah, right. Well, can I trust you'll take care of my girl? We'll try to be there by the time the train parts, but if not..."

"She's in good hands," Mel assured him.

Everyone was there to send the twins away. Everyone. The only ones who weren't were the current teachers of the school, whom no doubt would be eager to welcome Mel and Harry's children, holding those irksome expectations over their heads.

The Weasleys were already a crowd on their own, then the Lupins got there, and then the Sultens. Harry had to pick up Lily so she wouldn't get lost. Mel had Matthew beside her, but he was holding onto her cloak, he was an interesting boy, with the Dumbledore look and intelligence oozing from him like a river.

Even now Mel could tell her son would be... well, just like her. She could sense it just like Dumbledore was able to sense it in her all those years ago, the magic just waiting to burst out of every pore in his body. She'd worried Lily would have her misfortune, but so far, Lily had taken after Harry's mother.

James and Emmeline had Josephine between them, both holding the girl's hands and having two different conversations at once. When excited, the twins tended to ramble just like her, but Josephine had grown next to these kids, so she was quite good at keeping track of everything that was being discussed. When they reached the train, Erick and Anne took their daughter to a side to say goodbye.

Mel allowed the entire army of people who had come for their children to wish them good luck first, and once the parade of hugs and kisses was done, she and Harry knelt in front of their kids.

"All ready?" Harry asked with a bright look in his eyes.

James nodded with the same look on his face, but Emmeline was struggling to hold back her pout. "What happens if we're all put in different houses?"

"Emmeline," James rolled his eyes. "We will see each other all the time."

"He's right," Mel soothed her daughter, reaching to caress her hair. "There is no rule that forbids you to visit each other's common rooms, our eat together."

"Besides," Harry piped in, "you may do your own set of friends in school, that would be good for you, Emmie." The little girl pouted, her baby blue eyes brimming with tears that melted her parents's hearts. "Now, love, don't be scared, you're just like your mother, you'll get friends in no time!"

"I want you to know," Mel said anxiously, unable to hold back. "That we don't expect you to be out of the ordinary. I'd be perfectly happy with good kids that do well at school, nothing more."

James scowled. "Merlin, mum, are we that hopeless?"

The woman laughed. "James, you are many things, but hopeless isn't one of them. You're energetic and quick-witted, and I'm sure you'll find your place and be very happy at school. What I'm saying is..."

"Mum doesn't want us to care about being like her," Matthew said plainly, his emerald eyes serious. "Because it's a tough deed, isn't it? It takes extra lessons, and we won't enjoy ourselves as much if we try too hard."

Harry looked at him and then back at Mel, and she knew what he was thinking. "Yes, Matty. Thank you. What your mother means is that we don't want you to put much weight on the things you'll hear at school. Everything always sounds more impressive than it actually was."

"And you can always ask us about it," Mel added. "I would feel better if you asked us directly instead of listening to other people's versions of things they didn't live."

"Mum, don't fuss about it, we can handle ourselves," James brushed it off, but Mel knew her son, he was just as anxious as his sister.

The woman wrapped her arms around the twins and took a shaky breath. "Can't believe my babies are all grown up," she sniffed. "Don't forget to write."

She fussed over them, kissing all over their childish faces and drinking in the roundness and rosiness of them, knowing there was a chance they would come back looking differently just like Harry and she tended to do every June.

Her husband hugged the twins next, whispering some things that were meant only for the children, and both kids nodded solemnly. Then he kissed both on the cheek, and he moved back a bit to pull Matthew and Lily closer, he spoke some more to them and gently cleaned Lily's tears as he spoke, he was nothing but calm and collected. Mel watched him, falling in love all over again.

She joined the hug, gave some extra kisses, and finally parted. Harry kept a firm grip on her waist just in case, she couldn't blame her, the next seven years would be full of changes and new adventures, and she was scared, but also a little heartbroken. Before she knew it her twins would stop being kids who needed her and would turn into young adults, ready to live a fuller life away from her and Harry. And then what? She couldn't remember a happier time than when she became a mother.

"Are you as terrified as I am?" Harry asked quietly.

"I have half a mind to sneak into Hogwarts and keep an eye on them, or ask Fawkes to do it," she retorted, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. "This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be."

"Yeah," Harry took a deep breath, pulling her closer.

October 2015

Mel and Harry were having dinner at the Sultens' household when Regulus came thumping down the stairs, holding a brown envelope in a shaky hand.

"I got it!" He waved the letter over their heads when he reached the dining table.

"What!" His mother snatched the piece of parchment and read over the first few lines, then gasped and beamed. "Regulus is Scamander's new intern!"

"Merlin's beard!" Mel jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around her brother, squeezing him tight. "That is wonderful news, Leggie!"

"Cheers, Reg," Harry had also gotten to his feet and was patting the young man's back in a fatherly manner.

Matthew and Lily Potter entered the room curious to know what the fuss was about. "You screamed and scared Lily," the boy informed them.

"Not much!" Lily was quick to add. "But why are you yelling, mum?"

"Your uncle got his dream job!" Mel smiled from ear to ear.

Lily frowned. "You wanted to work, uncle Reg?"

Emily laughed. "Ah, this one doesn't even want to do his own laundry, love, but since I work at the Scamander's reserve not only he has to do what I tell him here, but I'll be supervising his chores there too!"

Regulus's smile remained, but it tightened slightly. "Can't wait!"

January 2016

The silence was growing so thick from pure shock that Hermione felt on the verge of tears.

"You know, you could at least pretend to be chocking on something," she said impatiently.

"What? No," Mel blinked, then she gaped and stayed silent again.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, you lot are overreacting!"

"Beg your fucking pardon?" Ron asked smiling from ear to ear. "You just said you're being considered for Minister of Magic!"

Hermione's face flushed all the way down to her shoulders. "Yes, well, but it isn't set in stone—"

"Oh, but really, what kind of competition could you possibly have?" Mel snorted, the humble approach of her friend towards the news had jumpstarted her brain.

"You are being considered too, you know?" The woman said plainly.

Mel brushed it off right away. "Ah, yes, but hell will freeze before I take it. Minister of Magic, me? When you're on the line? Fat chance!"

"Harry would've been considered if it weren't because of his old habit of disregarding the rules when they're inefficient," Ron grinned.

Harry shrugged, also not caring for it. "Honestly they're doing me a favor, keeping me away from it. Not that I would've taken it in the first place, but I probably would've had some trouble saying no, what with feeling responsible for everyone's safety and everything."

Mel patted his shoulder. "It's alright, love, you're better off being a national dormant menace."

"But you, Hermione, you'd make a brilliant minister," Harry said, reaching to keep Mel's hand on his shoulder and tilting his face to kiss it.

"Yeah, I agree!" Ron beamed. "There is no one on the bloody planet, let alone the country, that I'd trust more to lead than you, 'Mione. I always knew you'd be the greatest witch of our generation."

Hermione got even more flustered after her husband's declaration of faith. She tried to speak, but the only thing to come out was a series of incoherent mumblings and giggles. Ron's smile widened and he leaned in to press an effusive kiss on his wife's rosy cheek.

July 2016

There is a lot to be said about wizards' lack of modernity, and although many claim that we don't need muggle inventions like 'smart' phones or portable computers, it cannot be denied that our younger generations have a latent interest in them. Interest that Erick and Anne Flint are using to broaden the -quite frankly- dusty and wrinkled boundaries of our society.

I find myself standing in what has to be the busiest street in Diagon Alley today, to witness the reopening of Flint Inventions, a shop originally managed by Eliot Flint, grandfather of the current owner, Erick Flint. His wife, a woman who graduated in Electrical Engineering (a complex muggle career only for the smartest kind of folk, according to Anne's husband), claims to have discovered a way to blend modern artifacts and the magic of our wizardry society, and wants to bring the shop its former glory.

Erick Flint, who worked for several years alongside none other than Mel Dumbledore, current head of the department of mysteries, opened the shop this morning at ten sharp with the next speech:

'When I was a kid, I was told muggles could bring no benefit to my life, that their world was almost archaic and it was best to shun them out. So naturally, I went and fell in love with a muggle. [Laughs] Anne is the most talented inventor I've ever met, my grandfather had a soft spot for thinkers and revolutionary people, the same weakness that became the ruin of his shop thanks to some more than unkind rumors... I happened to share his weakness, and with tons of effort, I turned it into the backbone of Flint Inventions.

Anne, this shop is your contribution to a world that would've grown stale and decrepit had it not been fortunate enough, wise enough, to welcome you and so many others of your kind with open arms. Congratulations, my love, I will continue to support you in every wonder you choose to create, until the very end.'

Following the touching speech, Anne Flint, her husband, and their five children held the scissors for the ribbon-cutting ceremony and then granted our brand new Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger-Weasley, a few minutes to speak. In her speech, the Minister assure those concerned that our traditions would be pushed aside in order to accomodate the outer world that she's worked relentlessly with Mr and Mrs Flint to ensure traditions are honored and wizardry safety is always first and foremost in every situation.

The Minister was also clear to point out that, while some traditions should be kept, such as wand usage and the statute of secrecy, our dislike for muggle electronics is certainly not one of them. This author wishes to remind those who think muggles bring nothing but trouble, that our current Minister is a proud muggle-born with countless achievements, such as seeking and destroying the horrocruxes of the late dark wizard Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, so I would advice you to think twice before speaking your out-of-date opinions out in the open.

There to support the Flints were not only the Minister's family (Head Auror Ron Weasley and his two children, along with the entire Weasley family), but also Mel Dumbledore and Harry Potter (current Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement) along with their four children, and Emily Sultens accompanied by her son, Regulus, youngest magizoologist to work for the Scamanders reserve.

When asked if his parents would be in attendance, Mr. Flint pointed at his cousin, Joseph Favre, and then at the guests around him "This is my family.", was his only statement on the matter. When I tried to contact Mr and Mrs Flint senior to ask about their youngest son's achievements, I got no response. Their loss, those old roaches.

Flint Inventions will open Monday to Saturday from 10 AM to 7 PM at #13 in Diagon Alley, just a block away from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Remus laughed and put down the draft once he was done. "This is brilliant, Ted, but if I were you, I would abstain from calling the Flint seniors roaches. Scratch that out before taking it to your editor."

"Ah, I put that as a joke for you to read, Dad, I'm not actually leaving it in," Teddy grinned, taking the draft and fidgeting with the corners of the paper. "But did you like it?"

"I loved it," Remus nodded approvingly. "You're a talented journalist, and Merlin knows you're a thousand times better than Skeeter. I believe we all collectively sighed in relief when she announced her retirement."

"And we're all glad the Daily Prophet had enough sense to hire you," Tonks walked into the room holding a bunch of folders. She kissed her son's head when she passed by, which he accepted happily.

"Off to work?" Remus questioned when she kissed his cheek. "Tell Harry and Ron I say hi."

"And if you see Auntie Mellow and Hermione say hi too!" Thomas added, his head peeking from behind the couch.

"What about you, Ted, have any hellos you'd like delivered?" Tonks asked bemusedly.

"Nah, I'll visit my godparents tomorrow and I'll take the article so they tell me what they think," the young man said, looking pleased. "And I can show it to the Flints as well, they'll probably be there too."

"In that case don't delete the roach part yet," Remus grinned. "Erick is going to love it."

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