And I am so sorry for not getting this out a LONG time ago. Please don't hate me. I had started writing it before I started another fic of mine and then I had to run with it cause the ideas kept bombarding me full force...anyways…here it is. The Epilogue to Nothing Else Is Worth Living For.
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Harry Potter leaned against the doorjamb of the nursery and admired the site he saw before him.
Now normally a man wouldn't stand there and watch his wife breastfeed a hungry, screaming baby, but Harry wasn't an ordinary man. He was one hell of a wizard and he had cheated death not once but twice. The first was sheer luck, but the second occurred when he had already been dead for almost twenty-three years.
"…if that pony runs away, mummy and daddy's gonna buy you a brand new day," sang his wife softly as Lily finally shut her eyes, stopped suckling, and fell right to sleep.
"I think she's out," whispered Harry as he walked into the light yellow and red nursery, carefully picked up the small two month old and placed the infant in her white wicker bassinet.
"I love you, Harry," said Hermione quietly as she wrapped her husband into a backwards hug to where they could both look down at their miracle child.
"Thank you, Hermione. For Lily. For everything. I love you both more than life itself," he told her. As he turned to face her, she saw in his eyes that he was telling the truth. He did love them more than his life.
Harry and Hermione were wed right after their last day of school at Hogwarts. Of course they were only seventeen, but everyone knew that their love would pull them out of any argument or any obstacle that may come their way. And over the years they would spread their love as far as it would go, and after having eight children and many anniversaries their love only grew stronger. And through the years the whole world knew that love was the only thing worth living for…and nothing else.
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