A Hogwarts Reunion

Chapter Three

The blonde family wove through the bustling crowd of Diagon Alley, studying the stores around them to find Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
Both boys groaned in unison as they followed their father into the frilly shop.

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"Al!" the man called as his son was swept into the crowd of Diagon Alley. Harry watched as his eldest, James, grabbed his younger brother and pulled him away from the horde of witches and wizards that threatened to separate the tight group.

"Alright!" Harry exclaimed once they had escaped the insanity.
"First item on the agenda, robes!"

The three boys headed towards the busy shop of Madam Malkins, a place quite familiar to them since they went every year to get their school robes.

The family spread out as soon as they ducked inside the massive building. Harry went to speak to Madam Malkin, Albus spotted one of his friends from Hogwarts, and James trudged towards the endless racks of dress-robes and suits.

Almost as soon as they had entered, the place emptied leaving only the three Potters, Headmaster Longbottom, Lysander and Lorcan Scamander, and two blonde strangers trying on green dress robes in the corner.

James watched as one slowly removed a tan object from his pocket, making the other roll his eyes.

"Is that an Extendable Ear?" the eldest of the Potter siblings asked, surprised that they had managed to get their hands on one.

The taller of the twins sneered suspiciously at James.
"Who wants to know?" he asked, looking the boy up and down as his brother smiled apologetically.

James raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Just a fellow prank enthusiast," he replied defensively.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the boy's face lit up, a goofy smirk stretching across his face.

"I should've known. Sorry about the third degree, I couldn't risk what happened last time," he shuddered exaggeratedly, while his brother rolled his eyes once more. 

"It was your own fault for boasting about those homemade fizzing whizzbees," the quieter twin said.  

"James Potter," James spoke up, putting a halt to the argument before it began. 

"It can't be!" The first twin gasped, feigning shock. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy!" he replied.

"And I'm-" his brother began, only to be cut off by Scorpius. 

"He's Caelum. Now tell me, do you get access to all the new Weasley products since you're in the family?" he questioned almost demandingly, tucking the extendable ear back into his pocket. 

Before James could respond, the two were called away by an older man who, judging by his platinum blonde hair, James concluded was the twins' father. 

James chuckled as the two scampered off and returned to the task his father had brought him here for.

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Harry was distracted from his conversation with Neville when he caught sight of his eldest son talking to a pair of blonde twins, light-hearted sneers plastered on their faces. 

"I suppose filling McGonagall's shoes is an honor, but...Harry?" the man playfully waved a hand in front of his friend's distant gaze. 

"Sorry, what?" Harry was shaken back to reality. 

"What's the matter, mate?" Neville asked earnestly. 

"Nothing, I'm fine. Absolutely fine," the Chosen One replied, finding himself once again distracted by the familiar boys speaking to James. He sighed as he realized that his old friend wasn't buying the excuse. 

"Alright, you win. I guess with everything going on with the reunion...it's just been bringing up unresolved things for me and Ginny. The memories are hard to shake." Neville simply nodded, clearly understanding what his friend meant and who he was talking about. 

Harry's thoughts were elsewhere when he noticed James heading towards him, the boys strutting back to their father. Harry nearly did a double-take as he got a sense of deja vu again.  

"Who were those boys you were talking to?" Harry asked, his gaze never leaving the back of the blonde man's head. 

"Oh, that's Scorpius and Caelum Malfoy," James answered absentmindedly. Harry felt his stomach drop at the last name that he had come to dread. He had sworn that there was something different, something more familiar about the boys, but the pointed faces and recognizable smirks of the twins left no room for doubt that they were Malfoys. 

As Harry continued to shop, he tried his best to shake his odd feeling. However, the more he studied the man helping his sons pick out their dress robes, the more questions he had. The middle-aged man with laugh lines and muggle clothes couldn't be the Malfoy he had known all those years ago. Harry knew that people had the potential for change, but he also knew that someone like Malfoy couldn't have changed that much in twenty years.