Here is the long awaited epilogue for this story. This is the end, kids. The very last chapter. Hopefully this will tie up all the questions you may have and all the loose ends that I've inadvertently left hanging. Stay tuned though, there's going to be a sequel. Starring Sebastian and Carys, along with Gwydion, Artemis, Joshua, Noah, and Caleb. I don't know when the first chapter will be up, cause I've got to work out a few things as far as plot and where I want to go, but it won't be too long. Enjoy the epilogue.
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Harry carried the baby, Abigail, to her crib. The child held on to her father tightly, having cried herself to sleep after being tortured by her older brothers Alastair and Gabriel. They'd managed to make her fly around the room before Harry had found them. Hermione was in the shower, getting a small amount of peace from their four kids, and Ron and Luna's six kids, and Draco and Ginny's three.
Ron and Luna had had two sets of triplets, three years apart. Emma, Michael and Celeste were the names of his second set, and Draco and Ginny had had a boy and then another girl. Julian and Jordyn. They were twins. Apparently multiple births ran in the Weasley family. Most of the Weasley children had had multiples. Molly was up to her eyeballs in grandchildren. And happy as a lark.
Harry checked on his sons. Sebastian was the oldest, and had just turned eight. He had his own room, while the other two, at six and five, had decided to share. Gabriel was older by eleven months. Harry didn't know how they'd survived that one. Sebastian had been one when they'd decided to have another baby. Gabriel had been born in January, just two months before Sebastian had turned two. Hermione had barely healed from her second delivery when her potions failed and she got pregnant a third time. After Alastair had been born she'd refused to let Harry even sleep in their bed for four months. They'd been extra careful about birth control after that.
Abigail had been planned for a year before she'd came. They'd decided when Alastair was two that they wanted their final child, having always planned on four. They'd wanted the last baby to arrive around the same time that Alastair turned three. That hadn't happened. They'd had problems conceiving and Alastair had been four when Abigail had been born. A mere three weeks before Sebastian turned seven.
They were happy with their family. Estatic with it actually. All four kids had gotten their father's hair. Harry thought that had to be the most dominant gene in existence. They'd also gotten his eyes, other than Sebastian, who had silvery gray eyes. Abigail looked exactly like her mother. Gabriel and Alastair were a pretty even mixture between the two, taking the best features from both. Gabriel had his mother's cheekbones and his father's chin. Hermione's eyelashes, thick and lush, and Harry's nose. They both had Hermione's mouth, though Alastair possessed Harry's jaw line and chin, and his mother's nose. His cheekbones were more defined that either of his parents.
Sebastian though, he was the heart breaker of their group. He was tall, going to be taller than his father's six one, and lanky. Harry imagined that he would fill out well as he grew. His hair was messy like Harry's had always been, but it worked for him, as Harry's never had. He needed glasses only to read, and had chosen a pair that Hermione said would later make him studiously sexy. He'd inherited his father's love of Quidditch, his mother's love of books, and through what could only be described as environmental inheritance, his godfather Draco's love of females and hair gel.
Hermione always laughed at her son, who stood in front of the mirror and tried to imitate every move that Draco made. Draco always patted the boy on the head and told him that it would work better in another five years.
Draco and Ginny's twins looked just like their mother. With Draco's hair. All three kids had the white blonde hair. The twins were beautiful. Strong and pretty, just like Ginny, with none of the awkwardness she had suffered through as a child. Carys, however, was her father molded, and knew it. She was eight and a half, would turn nine in less than six months. She was extremely angry that her birthday missed the deadline to start Hogwarts a year in front of her cousins and Sebastian by two days at the moment, and petitioning her father at least twice a day to get the policy changed.
Draco simply patted her back, ruffled her hair and told her that she couldn't always get what she wanted, and that she and Sebastian and the rest got along wonderfully and that she would end up better off with them in her year because she'd know a lot of people and have friends already there. She secretly agreed, but had also been looking forward to being a year older than them.
All in all, they were all happy. Voldemort had been killed, the Death Eaters were disbanded, they all had wonderful, beautiful families, and great jobs. They lived together as one big, raucous family, fighting constantly, arguing from morning to night, and loving each other endlessly. For the kids, it was more like having three sets of parents, they were that close to the other four adults in the house. All referred to Molly and Arthur, James and Lily, and Hermione's parents as Gramma and Grampa. Luna's parents insisted on being called by their first names, not wanting to admit that they were old enough to have grandchildren.
Sebastian though, refused to call Gwydion and Artemis by aunt. Though they were several hours older than he was, he said that the difference wasn't enough. They were his cousins, and that was that. Harry and Hermione's other three children followed his example.
However, little did they know that there was a new threat rising. Something greater, and darker, and more dangerous than any of them had ever imagined. A power so evil and dark that Voldemort himself would not have dared challenge. A power rising in the aftermath of the war against Voldemort, born of his power and death, allowed to flourish among the dark alleys and in corners of the Muggle world, gaining strength and followers until it was strong enough to challenge the next generation of warriors for good.
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The end. Stay tuned for the sequel. That's all for this one. And seeing as today is my birthday, do me a favor and review this. And if you're registered on Portkey, please vote in the Felix Felices competition. This has been a pleasure to write, and I hope you all enjoyed it.
Sirena
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