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[thelionharted]

Honestly? The way things are now, I’ll be surprised if I’m alive in twenty years. But, barring me being killed by Voldemort, tortured by Death Eathers, or thrown in Azkaban, I’d hope I’d be married in twenty years. Particularly to one Miss Lily Evans, who doesn’t hate me as much as she did fifth year, thank Merlin.

Back in fifth year, before OWLS, McGoogles had interviews with us concerning our future careers. I said I’d like to be an auror back then, and I still would, especially with what’s going on. So in twenty years, I’d like to see myself as an auror, doing something productive for once in my life. If I do marry Lils, I could see us having kids – maybe two or three. Three would be nice, one for each of my mates to be godfather for. I’d like to see Padfoot and Moony as godfathers; they’d do a good job. We could teach the kids how to play Quidditch, and tell them about the Map, and all sorts of things. But twenty years is a long time, especially when there’s a war on. As it is, I hope I’ll see twenty-five, let alone thirty-seven.