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19 years later...
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧
"Ceddy, get back here!"
Y/N shouted through the noise at Diagon Alley, chasing her youngest son in the crowded street. Cedric laughed as he weaved around the onlookers, narrowly escaping his mother's hold.
"He has too much energy for a five-year-old," said Harry, who was watching the scene with amusement.
"I wonder who he got it from," said Y/N.
"Uh, you?"
Y/N stared at her husband.
". . .yeah, okay, me."
Cedric was standing near Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, jumping on his feet and beaming up at his parents.
"Mum, Dad! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!"
"Cedric, don't you dare run off like that again!" said Y/N, grabbing him by his arm. "And we'll buy you ice cream after we finish buying school supplies for your brother and sisters."
"Oh okay," Cedric pouted, shining his innocent eyes at his parents, just like how Y/N used to do to get what she wanted.
"Mum, no! Don't fall for his tricks!" said Aaron, covering Cedric's eyes. "I'll probably get into the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year! You promised to get me a new broom!"
"Geroff me!" struggled Cedric, trying to get Aaron's hands off his face but in vain.
"Aaron, let him go," said Harry firmly, and the eldest son took his hands away from Cedric.
"Mother dearest, we're bored," came two identical voices from Y/N's left.
Mira and Ruby were tapping their feet impatiently, their arms crossed over their chests. The twins were wearing the same bored expression Harry wore in History of Magic class.
It was extremely remarkable how similar Mira and Ruby looked, with Y/N's hair colour and almond-shaped green eyes. They always reminded Y/N of another pair of twins.
"I want to get my wand already!" said Mira.
"I want an owl!" said Ruby.
"I want a new broomstick!" added Aaron.
"I want ice cream!" cried Cedric.
"And I need a vacation," Y/N sighed. Raising four kids was no easy job, but Harry and Y/N wouldn't have it any other way.
They ushered their children through the crowd and led them carefully into the shops. They purchased the latest model of broomstick for their eldest son Aaron, who was in his third year and was already obsessed with Quidditch just like his parents. He'd hoped to get into the team in his first year like Harry but couldn't. So he had been training to get into the team in his third year, just like his mother had.
