A/N: Ok, this is the last chapter (even though I said it was finished after Harry and Hermione's chapters). I just wanted to put a little more of them into the story. I'm excited that I finally get to post this chapter again. (After my little mess up from before) It takes place in the future from about the time that everyone has been reminiscing from. Hope you've enjoyed venturing into everyone else's thoughts!
***Harry and Hermione***
Harry and Hermione were sitting on their couch. Even for a couple that had been married for 20 years, they were still snogging like they were teenagers.
"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," Harry whispered as he kissed Hermione's neck.
She gasped and barely replied with, "Happy anniversary, yourself."
The pair had been through so much to get to that couch at that moment. Now they were weeks away from their daughter's graduation from Hogwarts. Lily Victoria Potter was not only a Quidditch champ and well known for her excellent grades, but she was also the Head Girl in her seventh year. Lily had become the perfect blend of her father and her mother.
But on this night, it was their relationship that mattered. It was their love. And it all began with one simple hug.
"Do you remember when I was petrified second year?" Hermione asked.
"Of course! How could I forget that?" Harry replied softly.
"Do you remember what you did while I was petrified?"
"I constantly visited you. I was always holding your hand."
"I know. I felt you there with me. It was so strange. I couldn't hear you or anything, but I could feel you there. I knew you were there. But only you. You were the only one that I knew was there."
Harry squeezed her a little closer.
"Do you remember how you reacted when I was revived?" she asked.
"I almost burst with happiness."
"And then?"
"I held you."
"That's right. I always feel so safe with you. Even when I was petrified, I knew you were going to save me. And when you were holding me in the Great Hall, I knew I was safe. There's something about you, Harry. Something that makes me feel like nothing will ever happen to me as long as I am in your arms."
"Ah, Mione. You will always be safe while you're in my arms. I love you more than life itself. You, and Lily and James. I made a vow to my parents the day we got married to protect you with every fiber of my being. And on the day that Lily was born, I vowed that her life would be different than mine. She would know her parents and she would grow in a loving home. The day James was born, I knew I was doing something right."
"More than right, Harry. Everything you have done for me and for the kids has been perfect. Our life is perfect. I made a pledge to you parents as well. The day I married you, I promised to always make sure you're happy. But it's been you that's kept me happy instead."
"Oh, Hermione. You've made me happy since the day I met you. A little frustrated at times, but always happy," he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
"And it all began with that hug. Who would have thought that being petrified could have such a wonderful benefit?" she added.
Harry laughed lightly and conjured two glasses of champagne.
"Here's to us," she said, raising his glass.
"And to the moments that matter," Harry replied.
They each sipped from their glasses and stared into each other's eyes. Harry leaned over and kissed his wife passionately.
"Mmm, Mr. Potter. You still kiss like you did in school. You horny teenager you," Hermione said with a giggle.
"Ah, Mrs. Potter, that's because you still have the same affects on me now that you did in school. You make me feel like I am a horny teenager some days."
"Ew, gross! I've got to remember to knock from now on!" a voice said from the doorway. Lily Potter had just walked in.
"Lily!" Hermione screeched as she straightened herself quickly. "What are you doing here?"
"Geez, just because I have a dorm room doesn't mean I can't come back to the place where I've lived for 18 years," Lily replied. Her bright green eyes were peeking through the fingers used to cover them when she walked in on such a moment. "I never thought the headmaster would behave in such a manner! And with the deputy headmistress to boot!" she said in a teasing manner to her father.
"Well, I would think that the Head Girl would know when to knock!" he teased back.
"Is it safe?" another voice called from the door.
"Yeah, I had to get the hose out to separate them, but it's safe, James," Lily replied.
"They were at it again? Ew," James Potter sighed as he entered the living room.
"Come on, guys! We may be parents, but we're not dead!" Hermione protested. "Might I add, you wouldn't be here if it weren't for our romance."
"Ugh, there's mental pictures that I just didn't need," James said with a cringe.
"Ok, ok. To end this completely awkward moment, we just wanted to bring you your anniversary present. Accio present!" Lily said as a wrapped package flew from the doorway. "You can open it later. Don't forget that we're going to dinner tomorrow. Try not to be too … busy."
"Yes, yes. Good-bye, sweet children. Go tend to your studies!" Hermione said as she kissed each one of them on the top of the head. She looked at her children. Lily had most of Hermione's features with the exception of those emerald eyes. James, with the exception of Hermione's eyes, was the picture of his father, right down to the messy black hair. Hermione was so proud of these two.
"Bye, mum. Bye dad!" James said as he left.
"Happy anniversary, you hormonal two," Lily said as she closed the door.
Harry and Hermione slumped back onto the couch.
"How embarrassing," Hermione said, blushing.
"They'll get over it. Lily is 18 now and James is 15. I think they know the birds and the bees," Harry said.
"I guess."
"They're such good kids."
"Yeah. Of course, having parents that run the school they attend couldn't hurt," Hermione joked.
"Wait, you think having a headmaster father and a deputy headmistress mother is what makes our children behave?" Harry sarcastically replied.
"Actually, that's probably not true. They know what they're father was like before he was headmaster. Rule-breaking is a bit of a family tradition."
"Ok, so my dad was a bit of a rebel and I tended to bend the rules a little. So what?"
"And apparently, having a headmaster with a soft spot for troublemakers is a tradition as well. You are lucky Dumbledore liked you so much."
"How do you think I got in to see you so much when you were petrified? He saw me a good bit, even under the cloak. But the man never stopped me. He would just say, 'Tell Hermione we're pulling for her.'"
"I can't believe you spent so much time by my bed then. You didn't even know if I was alive."
"I knew. I don't know how, but I knew you were still there. It's that connection I have with you, Mione. And it became so strong when I hugged you in the Great Hall. I knew at that moment that there was something there. But I was too young and inexperienced to know what exactly it was."
"I felt it, too, Harry. The second you closed your arms around me, I knew there was something that would always bind us to each other. Now look at us, married 20 years with two beautiful children."
"Running the school we almost tore apart," Harry said with a laugh.
"So true."
"So, Mione. Speaking of the birds and the bees …"
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Race ya to the bedroom!" she yelled as she took off from the couch.
It was a happy anniversary indeed.