(Author's note: Without further ado, here's the end of the story.)

Harry sighed, and looked sadly at the plaque that hung from one of the branches of the tree in front of him. His fingers gently traced the names of all those who had died so many years ago. He murmured quietly "I miss you all you know." Though there were other names, most of the memorial had been taken up by those he'd known and loved.

His thoughts traveled back to several years ago, when he was still fifteen. After the final battle, the wizarding world had been in an uproar. They had certainly not expected that Voldemort had returned, much less the fact that a teen wizard not in his majority would be able to slay him.

It also made things a bit hot for those who were not exactly following the law to the letter; the reason being was that many wizards were searching for hidden Death Eaters. Only two Death Eaters were not arrested, those being Severus and Lucius who had helped when most needed. However, for people like Scare and his little team of drug dealers, the end of Voldemort and the Death Eaters meant some hard prison time for all of them. The one who had sold Harry out, however, as well as Scare himself, were sentenced to life in Azkaban for putting another student's life in danger.

Harry looked up, smiling softly as he heard a little girl's voice pipe from the house "Grandpa! Granpa Harry, it's time to come in! Grandma Luna says that the guests will be here soon!" Chuckling softly, he lay the flowers near the memorial, then went over to pick up the red head with the emerald eyes. He said in good humour "She did, did she? Well then, we'll have to greet them, won't we Lily?"

His three children: Severus, James and Luna had grown up some time ago, and his grand-kids were now nearly eleven! While it was amazing to think that the four little ones he had watched over during busy times for the adults were going to be going to Hogwarts or another magical school soon, Harry was content to enjoy the Christmas holiday with his family.

The first people to Floo in was the four youngest Weasleys. The rest of the family, so they told Harry, were busy trying to finish a few surprises and would be along tomorrow for Christmas itself. This did not surprise Harry, as the older Weasley's tended to dally a bit, even Percy who was feeling very much his fifty-five or so years. Even wizards began to slow down a bit at sixty, despite the longer life span.

The next two people to pop up were unsurprisingly Draco and his wife, Hermione. How those two ever managed to get over their differences, Harry would never know. But they had, and now they were very much content with their love life, as well as their age. Harry sent to Draco ~Looking good, Ivory. 'Mione keeping you on your paws?~ Draco glared at Harry, and replied scathingly ~Haha, Onyx. Like Mothwing hasn't been keeping you in line as well!~

Harry blushed quietly, and turned away from the conversations to try and get his embarresment under control. He saw his beautiful, and still very mysterious wife, bringing the Christmas dinner together. His Mothwing, Luna; he loved her more than life itself at times. He only wished his two sons could be here. His daughter, who had been named for her mother, though her nickname tended to be Moon, was upstairs taking care of her other child, Lily's twin Violet. The poor youngster had come down with a cold a few days ago, and likely would be in bed the entire night.

His thinking was brought to a close as the final two people that were expected came through. Harry grinned as Lily shouted "Poppy Severus! Uncle Moony!" and squirmed down to greet two aged men. Both looked as old as Albus had, showing the hard life they had lived for many years. Yet both lit up like a flashlight at the sight of their great-grandaughter, who was the spitting image of her great-grandma.

Harry greeted his dad and Remus with open arms and heart. He then was called out of the room to help Luna set up the dinner. Responding in kind, he sighed with contentment to see the great big family he had. As a child coming from a house that had a small family, he had always wanted a large one. People he could call his own, and not be alone any more. He had gotten all that he hoped for. After all, fifty isn't so old that one can't enjoy their family and friends on Christmas Eve.

(End Author's note: Well, that's it. The end of the line, and the Run is over. Note though, that I am not done witht the series. There are little things I left unsaid, as I wanted to go over it more clearly in other stories. However, I will not be posting anything else until the fall semester is over. So, I hope you have enjoyed following this, and I am glad that I still have Readers at the end of two years. Good night, and good luck, and keep reading everyone!)