My mum was seventeen when she had me, I told you that, right?

And I think I told you I didn't want to have any children at the same age. Don't worry, I didn't follow her footsteps. Not in that way at least.

I just finished my final year at Hogwarts, and like my mum, I was the top of my class. Not that I'm bragging or anything, my dad does enough of that for me.

And you may have guessed, life has changed dramatically since my father ran into us.

I now have two brothers.

And I now have a dad.

And I have a grandmother who loves me so fiercely, that I dare anyone to cross her.

And I know exactly why my mum couldn't tell me about my dad. He's told me the stories and he didn't hide anything. He told me about his own father - the grandfather I will never meet, the grandfather he never wants me to meet - and he told me about the Death Eaters. He told me about the fear he felt through the war, and the fear he felt when my mother disappeared from his life. He told me about how confused he was, and how hurt, but he also told me that he never truly stopped loving her.

And he had told me just how sorry he was that he wasn't in my life much earlier than he was. He blamed the muggle/pure-blood division, and told me that it was the only reason he hadn't been able to be with me and mum, that if it hadn't been for all that rubbish, he would have, without a doubt, been there when I came into the world.

But he didn't need to explain it to me, not really. And he certainly didn't have to apologise for something that was out of his control. I never hated him; I never knew him to hate him. What I hated was his upbringing, I hated what he went through during the war, and I hated that he couldn't be with my mum, but I never hated him. And I told him that as often as I could.

And Narcissa. My grandmother. She was brilliant. Once I managed to tear down that stone-cold exterior, I found a warm, kind and caring woman, who loved us all more than you could imagine. Even Mum. In fact, Dad often says how scary it is that they get along so well.

And, no. I didn't end up with Aaron Bates – much to Ginny's disgust. I'm sure she had hoped for some kind of fairytale of him not knowing who I was when I started school, but falling madly in love with me when I got older. But I had to explain to her that if it was a fairytale, Aaron would be just as interested in Prince Charming as I would be. But he went on to be the biggest Quidditch star since Viktor Krum.

Also much to Ginny's disgust – and Dad's and Harry's to be honest - like my mother, I couldn't fly a broomstick to save my life, but unlike her I did love Quidditch. And that was how I met Cameron Briggs – the Slytherin Seeker in my final two years.

Harry, Ginny and my dad all gave him hell the first time they met him - which was the previous summer - but he took it all in his stride. But he was a Slytherin, which made dad happy; he wanted to be an Auror, which made Harry happy; and he was brilliant at Quddiditch, which made Ginny happy.

And mum just liked him from the start. She told me had had that look on his face when he watched me. And she didn't need to interrogate him; she just knew he was good people.

We've been together now for a year and a half, which feels like forever. But like mum says, if he is my forever, a year and half is a mere heartbeat. And in case you were wondering, no, we haven't had sex. He knows my story and how hesitant I am when it comes to that, and fortunately for me he's happy to wait.

Yeah, I know; I got the good guy. I guess it just runs in the family.

"Hey," Mum said quietly as she poked her head through my bedroom door, "I wondered where they were."

I smiled at the two blonde-haired angels curled up in my bed. Scorpius was now six, and Caelum was four, and they hadn't left my side since I'd arrived home from school the previous day. They had been put in their own beds the previous night, but had clearly snuck in at some stage and were both still sound asleep.

I shifted carefully so as not to wake them, and slipped out of the warmth of my bed. And as much as I would have loved to have stayed and snuggled with them, I hadn't had a chance to talk to mum alone since I had gotten home.

Mum already had tea made for me – nothing has changed there, she's still looking after me.

A cupcake with a candle in it sat beside my mug. It was my birthday tradition. She's done it since I was two years old. Of course, the tradition had changed since I had been away at school for my birthday since I was eleven, so she had started doing it the morning after I would arrive back home.

I smiled at her as she sat down beside me. She picked up the cupcake and held it towards me, "Make a wish baby girl."

I closed my eyes and blew out the candle (my wish remains secret, it's bad luck to tell, you know), and she hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"Well, Miss seventeen-and-finished-school. What are your plans today?" Mum asked.

"Hmm, let me see," I hummed, "After I eat this sugar coated piece of heaven, I plan on taking over the world...or watching a movie and eating ice cream. Whichever takes the least amount of effort."

"I will help in which ever you decide to do." She laughed.

"And so will I," Dad said from behind us. He was carrying my baby sister, Indus, who had was almost two and was not quite sure of who I was.

Yeah, they had another one.

And she looked exactly like mum. But she was like Scorpius; a perfect angel. So quiet and shy, and except for the occasional quiet whisper of mum or dad, you hardly knew she was even there.

I laughed when they told me. Mum had been insistent on not having anymore, and I asked Dad exactly what it was that he had promised her if she did. He'd winked at me and told me that all he'd had to do was promise to be her slave for the rest of his life.

I smiled at her, and tapped my fingers on the table in front her when Dad sat opposite me. She pressed back into him, but smiled back at me and giggled.

"You've almost got her. One more day,' Dad said, "And you'll have the three of them in your bed."

I smirked, "Better them than Cameron, right?"

Mum clapped her hand across her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter at the look of horror on Dad's face. I shrugged one shoulder, "I mean, I'm seventeen now, and that's when you two made me."

Dad covered Indi's ears, "Don't listen to any of this, little one, your sister is mental and says crazy things because she was raised mostly by your mother."

"Hey!" Mum cried and reached over to get Indi's attention, "Don't you listen to your daddy, precious girl; your big sister was raised perfectly."

And this was them. They were a true mix of fun and seriousness; of laughter and tears; of joy and sadness; and of complete and unconditional love.

They'd had a crappy start to their relationship. It had been unfair and unjust that they couldn't be together. But when I watch them now, I know that in the end, nothing would have stopped them from being together. Ginny hadn't realised that the fairytale she so craved had played out right in front of her without her even realising it. Mum was far from a Princess, and Dad was no Prince Charming, but they got their happy ending; were living their happy ending.

And I hope that I have that. If it's with Cameron – and I hope that it is – I'll be more than happy to be exactly like them.

And when you think about it, what it really came down to in the end is that they were meant to be.

It was as simple as that.

A/N:

I would like to thank each and every one of you that has read this. I always appreciate the support and encouragement, and while the majority of my stories are written in completion in my head, the tiny sparks and ideas that are shared by you all, are a great motivation and keep me going when I can't seem to get the words out.

I hope this met your expectations.

Until the next adventure xx