From the Frying Pan into the Fire 13
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13. Epilogue
"You are so thoughtful tonight," Remus went to Severus and began to massage his shoulders.
"I just shudder when I think about the next school year. I have no idea why Albus allows this to happen. Four prats, who will surely be as bad as the marauders."
"Hogwarts survived us. It will also survive them."
"Harry is truly James' son; a born Gryffindor who never thinks before he acts. Combined with Draco's knowledge of potions, it will be explosive."
"Yes, but I can't be angry with them. They are such happy children, safe with their families. I'll never forget how close they came to losing that."
Severus nodded. "But think of Nymphadora's clumsiness. It's too bad this accident had to bring her back to their age."
"Peter was a good stepfather," Remus mused, "Andromeda helped him a lot with restoring his equilibrium."
"Speaking of your friends, when I think of last Christmas, it's a blessing that Bella and Sirius spend so much time abroad as reporters. I like them well enough, but I'm not getting any younger," Severus sighed. "Her daughter is one year too young. So there's no reason for Albus to allow her to attend school with the rest of them."
"But Severus darling, there have ever have been four marauders. Cinderella would have missed her friends. And I'm sure that as head of Slytherin you'll be only responsible for half of them."
"Yes, the other half will be your problem," Severus answered.
Remus had been the DADA teacher for ten years and head of Slytherin for five now.
"I'm sure that whatever the brats will do I can make up to you," he kissed his husband.
"Yes, I'm sure you can."
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