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Chapter 40- Epilogue

Harry Potter looked down at his father's pocket watch before glancing at the small pram pulled up next to him at the park bench. Then, he looked up, sighing in frustration when he saw anther man turn a corner, pushing his own child in a muggle stroller.

Draco Malfoy huffed as he halfway threw himself on the bench next to Harry. "I swear, this school is going to send me to an early grave."

Harry rolled his eyes, "You are just as dramatic as the first day we met, Malfoy."

Hearing his child whimper, Draco unsnapped a 14 month old Scorpius, letting the boy toddle around on the grass in front of them, clutching a stuffed dragon to his chest. "Shut up, Potter."

Harry smirked in response. "I didn't think you took Scorpius with you on work days," he commented, pulling two sandwiches out of the bag and handing one to his former nemesis.

Draco sighed, "Astoria had to go shopping with Daphne to help her pick out a wedding gown. As a result, I am trying not to lose my mind. He is into absolutely everything! I went to drop a few invoices on the muggle secretary's desk and when I walked the three feet back into my office, he had pulled all of the files out of three cabinets. I'll be resorting student information for days!"

Harry laughed. "Yea, James is at that age, too. Stuffed a whole bunch of Ginny's undergarments down the toilet a few days ago."

"Why can't they stay out of bathrooms?!" Draco said, exasperated. "How is Ginny by the way?"

Harry shrugged. "She's okay. James is playing with Victoire at the Burrow today, so I decided to let her sleep a bit and bring the baby with me. Sleep training is tough on her. I tell her she should just stop with it all. She'll sleep when she is ready."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "They should start calling you the Man-Who-Caves."

Harry shoved at Draco's shoulder, though he grinned to show it was all in fun. "Seriously though, Aunt Petunia certainly never sleep trained me, and I turned out fine!" He took a huge bite of his sandwich and Draco watched in disgust.

"Debatable," he replied.

Their back and forth was cut off by the baby in the pram starting to whine. Harry reached in and pulled out the baby, swaddled in a soft, hand knit blanket that had been passed down from James to his sister.

"Do you want to hold her?" Harry asked, looking at Draco with a smile.

Draco nodded. "Duh, Potter. She's practically my goddaughter."

"I think George would disagree, but whatever," Harry said, holding out the 5 month old.

Draco took the little girl and tickled under her chin, startling a giggle out of the baby. "There we are, Hermione…. Geez, every time I say her name I just praise Merlin that at least she didn't get that hair! Yours is unruly enough, so I think it was a possibility. Even if it is red."

Hermione stood with Lucius next to the floo, tapping her foot.

"I swear, Lucius, if your son does not stop primping and get down here, he is going to be late for the Express!"

Lucius wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist, "It takes time to look as good as we do, my dear."

She smirked. "Yea, I suppose so. You especially need more time with how your nose is now…"

Lucius turned his head, nuzzling into her neck with his admittedly crooked and bumpy nose. "I think you quite like my nose, especially when it takes a visit to exotic southern locales." She hmphed in response, but smirked nonetheless.

Finally, a white-blonde haired, brown eyed 11 year old excitedly bounced into the room. His hair was cut quite short, but it was obvious that there was natural curl to it. "Let's go!" he said, heading for the floo.

Hermione frowned, putting a hand on her son's shoulder. "I think you are forgetting something?"

The boy looked around, "I have everything required plus extra clothes, money, snacks, and books! Let's go!"

"Not so fast, Draco," Abraxas said, entering the room with two little girls. The youngest one was only 3, and she was perched on her grandfather's hip.

The other, almost 8 as she would proudly proclaim, was pouting at his side. "You didn't say goodbye!" she said, tears coming to her eyes.

The young Draco turned around and forced a look of patience to come to his face. "Sorry, Della. I've been busy getting ready." He walked up to his sister and stooped over a bit, hugging her tightly. "I'll write you tonight and tell you how it is, okay?"

Della still kept her pouty lip in place but wiped her tears away. "Okay…"

Draco then walked up to his grandfather hugging him lightly before kissing the toddler girl on the cheek. "Bye Dora!"

"Bye-bye," the little girl said, waving a pudgy fist.

Moments later, Lucius, Hermione and Draco appeared on Platform 9 ¾ with trunk in tow. They immediately set off to find a place for Draco on the train.

This was made easier by a dark, curly haired boy jumping off the train. "I already found a spot for us!"

"Oberon, where's your Dad?" Lucius asked, looking around.

The boy shrugged, "He had to go to work already, but he was here a few minutes ago. Said he will be there tonight for dinner as expected. Mom went to the loo, I think. I've already said my goodbyes. Ready to board, Draco? We don't have much time."

Draco nodded, looking at his parents nervously before hugging them both tightly. "I love you! I will write tonight before bed!"

Hermione smiled. "Sounds great, love. Remember… Hogwarts simply requires a Draco Malfoy at one point or another. Do your best and you'll do fine."

"Love you, son," Lucius said, casting a featherlight charm on his son's trunk and watching the two boys haul it away.

"Ready to go? I still need to send Dobby to pick up lemons for that dessert Amy likes so much," Hermione said, smiling sadly at the scarlet engine.

Lucius nodded. "You do know Antonin hates that dessert, right?" He took his wife's hand as the engine started to slow move its way down the track, steam billowing from it.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yea, well, he likes the bourbon. That'll do for him, I think. Besides, pudding was his choice last week."

Lucius smiled, conceding the point with his smile.

They walked back toward the floo, but Hermione was stopped by a voice. "Professor Malfoy!" she turned around, raising an eyebrow. She hadn't gone by that title in six years now. She had stopped being the dueling teacher, handing the position to a very capable Remus Lupin, who had recently returned from studying abroad with Newt Scamander while working the dueling circuit in his spare time. She had moved back to healing at St. Mungo's, specializing in spell damage. She smiled to see James Potter and Sirius Black approaching.

"I told you that Hera is fine now. Everything okay?"

They nodded as one and James spoke up. "Yea, we were just on security detail until the express left. Standard."

Hermione nodded. "Your families?"

James smiled warmly as he always did when Hermione asked about it. "Lily is glowing. This next one is going to be a bit exhausting, I think. Harry is very excited about going to Della's birthday party next week. Can't stop talking about it."

Sirius nodded. "Celeste as well."

Hermione smiled brightly. "They are both such joys to have around. Not nearly as rambunctious as their fathers."

Sirius laughed, "Yea… but we tried our best!"

Hermione laughed in respond, squeezing Lucius's hand. "Good to see you two. We'd best get home, though. I have to take care of some business with Severus before I get to St. Mungo's this afternoon. See you both next week."

They arrived home to see Severus standing outside of the family living room with Abraxas next to him, laughing about a hypothesis they both disagreed with that had somehow been printed in Potions Monthly. Behind them, Dora and another girl her age played with blocks on the carpet.

"There's my girls!" Lucius said, bypassing Severus with a quick smile as he headed to play with his daughter and goddaughter. Abraxas nodded at them both, dropping a kiss on his daughter's cheek as he headed toward the kitchen. "I've got treats for you both in the kitchens," they heard Lucius call.

Severus rolled his eyes. "He spoils them."

Hermione nodded, "Yes… yes, he does. Did Narcissa come with you?"

Severus shook his head, taking Hermione's arm in his as they walked through the family living room into the study. Hermione walked to her desk, directly across the room from her father-in-law's, and grabbed a list off of the top. "Here's what is needed. Listed by how urgent the need is. Do you think you can have it all done within three weeks though?"

Severus worked for Smither's potions, the head brewer already. He glanced quickly over the list in contemplation. "That should be fine. It's easier to brew the dreamless sleep in small batches though. Can I deliver half quickly and take my time on the rest?"

Hermione smiled, "You are the great potions master. You tell me. So, Narcissa? Where is she?"

Severus put the list in his trouser pocket, shrugging. "Just a routine check up at St. Mungo's… or so she says," he said, looking up with a smirk.

"You think…." Hermione said, feeling a smile form.

"Most definitely. I tested her on the sly last week. I tried an experimental potion, too, on the sample. Not her because she'd certainly kill me.… it should be a boy."

Hermione laughed, grabbing his arms in excitement. "Excellent! We need more boys around here!"

"You don't think Draco fills the quota of boyish antics?" Severus said, raising an eyebrow. "And don't Rodolphus' sons visit frequently? Rabastan and Pandora's little girl, too, I suppose."

Hermione rolled her eyes, trying not to feel sad at the thought her boy was so far away as she responded. "Eh, Draco is Albus's problem for the school year. Besides, a Severus Junior would be sweet to snuggle."

Severus smiled. "I know I have said it before, but…. thanks for everything."

Hermione leaned up, kissing the tall man on his cheek. "I'd do it all over again."

She heard Lucius pipe up from the background, talking in a sing-song voice to the toddlers he was playing with on the floor. "Severus better be the only other man she goes around kissing."

Hermione rolled her eyes, though her smile gave her away. "Yeah, it's a good thing Antonin crushed your nose, Lucius… obviously I have a thing for distinctive noses. Maybe I'd have left you for Severus."

Lucius mock scowled before waving the two away, and they laughed as they headed to the kitchen to join Abraxas for something to eat.

Author's Note: So, after literally years in the making, this work of fiction is complete. I struggled to get all of the information I wanted to have in the epilogue, and this was as close as I could get. In the future, when life slows down, perhaps I will add a few one shots to expound on things, but I believe it stands solidly on its own. Thank you so much for your reviews and support! If you haven't already done so and wish to, perhaps add me to your Author Alerts so that you can join in the party when I get around to posting the next story. It might be a little while, things are crazy here and shouldn't really slow down until springtime. Story finished.