A/N Wow, so sorry it took so long to get this out. I ended up on Jury duty, and honestly just have not been in an creative mood lately.

This has not been to my beta, so all mistakes are mine. I will begin at this point getting the unbetaed chapters taken care of, and give the story a final editing in case you wish to wait, or want to reread.

In this epliogue there is one section that refers to cursed child. If you have read it, then you know that Theodore is mentioned as being the one they get the time turner from, but that is all that is really mentioned. Not why he had it, how they found out, nothing. So I have taken a little liberty here to include that and tie up that loose end in my story, so as a friendly reminder, this is not compleatly canon, and I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters.

Epilogue

Theo looked down into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The tiny brand new baby seemed so small in his arms. He kept whispering over and over to little bundle, 'my son', 'you're my son'.

Daphne had wanted to give birth at home, so Tim and Clair had come to stay with them until it was time. Theo was so focused on his new son, he hadn't noticed Tim was done with Daphne finally and she was watching him as he smiled all goofy at the baby in is arms.

Daphne reached out and touched Theo's arm. "He looks like you."

Theo looked up at her quickly and his smiled widened. "He's perfect. Thank you, thank you for trusting me enough to give me a son." He leaned down kissed Daphne firmly on the lips, then slowly handed their son to her. "I love you Baby, both of you so much."

An eight year old Madison couldn't take it any longer and bounded into the room, plopping herself on the edge of the bed. "Can I see, pleaaaaaase?"

"Madison, you mustn't move so quickly around the baby." Clair walked over and took her daughter's arm and gently pulled her off the bed. "Go down stair and check on your sister and brother please."

"But mum, I want to see the baby." Madison protested stomping her feet.

"Clair, it's fine really, she can come over and see him." Theo held out his hand for Madison. "You must promise to be careful and do exactly as Daphne says, okay?"

Madison beamed. "I will", she walked as quickly as she could, with out running over to Theo to stand between him and the bed and peered down at the baby. "He has so much hair!"

Daphne laughed. "Yes he does, same color as his daddy. Just as messy too."

"But he has your beautiful blue eyes my love." Theo said as he kissed the top of Daphne's head.

Tim came back in the room with a parchment and quill in his hands. "So, what are you naming him?" He held up the parchment. "I need to finish the birth certificate."

Theo looked down at his son and stroked his cheek with his thumb and asked Daphne. "Are you sure you're okay with name we picked?"

"Yes Theo, I am sure." She reached up and took Theo's hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Theo took a deep breath and looked at Tim. "Thomas William."

"Like uncle Tommy!" Madison bounced on the balls of her feet.

Theo laughed at her. "Yes, like uncle Tom.

Tim stood holding the parchment stunned. "Really, Thomas?" He exhaled a quiet laugh. "My brother will so proud, Theo. He will most likely come over as soon as I tell him to see his little nephew named for him."

"You're okay with it then? I was worried since we hadn't asked." Theo asked as he sat on the edge of the bed beside Daphne.

Tim beamed at Theo. "Yes son, I am more then okay with it and I am proud of you Theo, you have done well."

"He is a beautiful baby Daphne. Come Madison, let's go tell the others they can come up and say hi." Clair gently took her daughters hand, leaned down and kissed the top of Daphne's head, then lead the protesting Madison out of the room.

Tim had filled out the parchment rolled it back up and set it on Daphne's vanity. Now he stood looking at the man he helped raised, even if most of that help came from a distance in letters and books he would send. The Healer who had taken on the Head of Pediatrics position at Saint Mungo's when he moved back to the states had retired, they had been asking him back. Thomas had been insisting that he didn't need Tim to stick around and help him at the Ranch any longer. Truth be told, Thomas had become very limber on his leg, after having an implant put in that helped his brain send messages to the injured nerves from the war. Tom was even riding again. Having Saint Mungo's write was just the push Tim needed. He cleared his throat. "Theo, there is something I wanted to discuss with you."

Theo looked up from his son and wife and smiled brightly at Tim. "Sure, what is it?"

Tim sighed. "Saint Mungo's wants me back, Tom hasn't really needed me for a while now and well, I accepted."

Theo's smile only got larger. He walked across the room and gave Tim a hug. "That's great news. Your old house will be too small now, with three kids, have you found a new place."

"A couple we are looking at. Clair is having a hard time deciding." Tim walked over to the bed and rubbed the top of little Thomas's head. "She wants to be near by."

Daphne looked up at Theo. "Theo, why don't they live here? We are only using one wing. The East and Main are just sitting there empty."

Theo bit his bottom lip for a second, then smile and gave Daphne a tender kiss. He turned back to Tim. "She's right Dad. You and Clair are more then welcome to take the main wing. You guys are more my parents then my father ever was. The main wing should be yours."

"Theo, are you sure?" Tim looked excited, but his voice had a hint of apprehension behind it. "After all, this place will be little Thomas's one day."

Daphne laughed lightly. "Not for a long time Tim. Until then, I would love to have Clair and the kids around."

"Well. There you have it. If it's what my Baby wants, then you guys have to stay." Theo held his hand out to Tim, so they could shake on it.

xXXx

Draco snatched his son up off the ground just as the toddler on the toy broom flow past as fast as his toy would go. "Theo!" Draco yelled. "That son of yours is a menace."

"Really, which one?" Theo asked as he walked in the nursery wiping his hands off on a towel.

"The younger one. Thomas always has his face in a book, but the other one." Draco growled looking over a struggling Scorpius for injuries that weren't there.

Theo laughed at his friend. "Like father, like son I suppose. At least with Tim." Theo looked over at the far end of room to see his youngest son flying in circles. "Timothy, come over here. I need you to wash your hands. It's time to go upstairs and meet your new baby sister!"

Draco put Scorpius down and watched him take off toward the toy he had been playing with before his father picked him up. "How is Daphne doing Theo?"

Theo beamed at his friend. "Amazing. She really is something Draco. Twenty-eight hours of labor and you wouldn't even know it to look at her with little Vicky in her arms."

"So you guys settle on Victoria then?" Draco asked as he sat on the floor to play with own son.

"No, I want Victoria, she wants to use her mothers name. So I am sure once Tim finishes the birth certificate the name will be Veronica Rene Nott." Theo picked up his youngest son and tickled him and said. "But she will always be my little Vicky." Timothy laughed as his father tickled him. Theo sat him down and looked around the room. "Now where has Thomas gotten off to?"

"He is in the library. Where he always is." Draco said as Scorpius and he built a castle with bricks for Scorpius's dragon to destroy.

A four year old Scorpius looked up at his father, already insightful and smart and asked. "Why didn't I get your name?"

Draco froze a moment, trying to think of a way to answer, he decided to try and avoid the question. "Because you got your name."

Scorpius stood and put is hands on his hips. "No father, your name, like Tommy and Timmy have Uncle Theo's name."

Draco looked a bit confused. "Their names are Thomas and Timothy son, not Theodore."

"Thomas William." Scorpius said putting emphases on the middle name William, then pointed at Timothy. "Timothy THEODORE." He said very loudly then held his hands up in the air. "Now, Veronica Rene." Scorpius started to tap his little foot. "Uncle Theodore William." He said pointing to Theo, again the emphases on the name William in case Draco had forgotten not only his nephew's name but his best mates. Scorpius took a deep breath. "Aunt Daphne Rene." Scorpius crossed his arms waiting for his father to answer him.

Draco looked at Theo, his eyes pleading for help. Theo pulled his three year old back into his arms. "You're on your own here mate. I have to take this one to wash his ones hands and go find his brother."

Draco sneered at Theo as Theo left the room with his own son. Draco rubbed his hands over his face trying to give himself a moment to gather his thoughts. Scorpius continued to tap his foot and then sighed heavily. The little boy had always been far to perceptive. A trait he got from his mother. Scorpius had the ability to run his father threw the ringer time and time again. If he wasn't asking questions Draco felt he was far to young to be asking then the little boy was going on and on about Harry Potter, ever since his mother had read him a children's story about the 'Chosen One". Astoria had insisted he would learn about it all later anyway, 'It's better he learn your side of things from you, rather then from rumor', she had often told Draco.

Draco didn't mind Scorpius learning about what had happened, he knew his son needed to know the truth. He just didn't like Scorpius constantly saying Harry Potter was his favorite Wizard. He was his father, shouldn't he be his son's favorite Wizard. His own father had always been his, at least when he was little. He looked up at his son and tried to smile. He pulled Scorpius in his lap and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Well, son, you see, I made a mess of my name. I didn't want you to have to share in that mess any more then you already will from just being a Malfoy."

Scorpius blinked several times then looked at his fathers arm. "You mean your tattoo, don't you?"

Draco again tried to hide his embarrassment behind a smile. "Yes son. I made choices during my youth which at the time, made sense to me, but later discovered were not the right ones. People dislike me for those choices, terribly and may one day dislike you for no reason other then because your my son. In our family, the Malfoy family our sons normally get their father's first name as a second. I didn't want you to have to be Draco Malfoy in anyway. So instead of Draco, we gave you, your mothers grandfather's name. Hyperion."

Scorpius's little face turned into a smile. "So I do have a family name."

"You most certainly do." Draco wrapped his son in a hug, then stood up. "Come, lets go wash our hands as well and then go meet your new cousin."

Scorpius took Draco's hand and held it tightly. "Will I ever have a sister or brother?"

Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head thinking to himself, 'Always with the questions I don't know how to answer, this one.'

xXXx

Thomas Nott threw his book bag against the wall when he got home for Christmas then threw himself down on the couch of the living room.

Daphne looked up from braiding her daughters hair. "What in the world is wrong now?"

"Don't ask." Theo said from the doorway. "I got to hear about it all the way home. James Potter this, James Potter that. He had Tim is such a state, he went straight to his room to take a nap. Tim, napping. What has this world come to?"

"Still having problems with the Potter boy I take it." Daphne asked has she finished the braid. "James is in a different house, why do you let him get to you so?"

"He walks around the school like he owns it." Tom stood up and did his best James Potter impression. "My father killed Voldemort, my father was the youngest seeker in a century, my father is the best Auror that ever lived. Your father should be in Azkaban. He only isn't because my father showed mercy." Thomas growled in frustration. "I hate that kid. He is even a right git to his own brother."

Daphne shook her head. "Nica, go run and say hello to Tim. Tell him mommy will up in a few minutes to see how his first year is going so far."

Veronica kissed her mother on the cheek and ran from the room. Theo looked at Daphne shaking his head. "Apparently James's treatment of his little brother and Scorpius has not improved with time."

"He is terrible, to all of us in Slytherin." Thomas picked a book out of his bag and started ripping the pages out. "I hate Slytherin, why couldn't that damn hat just put me in Ravenclaw like I asked it to?"

Theo took two long strides and was beside his son. He reached down and pulled the handbook out of his hands. "Son, you will wish you hadn't done that, trust me." He bent down and looked his son, already over 5 feet tall in the eyes. There were times, when I hated being Slytherin as well. But son, it's a great house. We are people who have ambition and creativity. Most of our best artists were Slytherin. You want to be a writer, the hat just put you in the house which would best support that dream."

"I know that." Thomas threw himself on the couch again. "But Ravenclaw would have to. You said yourself, the hat wanted to put you in Ravenclaw, but for me, it said only Slytherin would do. I hate it."

Daphne scooted closer to her son and started to rub his back. "Do you hate it son, because you honestly hate Slytherin or because you feel James Potter is more popular and he says everyone should hate Slytherins?"

"He is more popular, all the teachers love James Potter, they just look at me, sneer and say 'Nott', like it's a bad word." Thomas leaned into his mothers touch.

She smiled and pushed his hair out eyes, it suddenly hitting her how much he looked like his father did when he was fourteen. "You know Tom, Harry Potter, had nothing to do with your father not going to Azkaban. He didn't go, because he hadn't done anything wrong. The Ministry figured that out on their own. No Harry Potter needed."

Tom looked at his father who nodded his agreement to Daphne's' words. "You mother is right son. I was at my trial, I know. Harry Potter had nothing to do with it."

"But the book, it says Harry Potter testified." Thomas gave his father a confused look.

Theo put his hands on his hips. "Who are you going to believe, the man who lived it, or a book. I am telling you, Harry Potter didn't testify for me. He did for Uncle Draco, but not for me."

Thomas looked at his book bag. "Why would they write that he testified for his all Slytherin classmates, if it's not true?"

"May I see the book your talking about son?" Theo asked as he sat down beside his wife.

Thomas got the book out of his bag and handed it to his father. "It's all in chapter ten, the one about the trials. It says he testified for you, Uncle Draco, Mr. Zabini and against Mr. Goyle."

Theo flipped through the book and scanned over the chapter. After a moment he looked up at his son. "Well son, I promise, it isn't true. He only testified on Uncle Draco's behalf. Mr. Zabini's case was dismissed before it went to trial, and only Fay Dunbar and Ernie McMillian testified for me. I am afraid Goyle's fate was sealed before his trial began." Theo handed the book to Daphne pointing to the passage in question, then looked back at Thomas. "Son, where did you get that, it's not one of your text books for Professor Binns's class?"

Thomas shrugged. "I found it, it was sitting on my seat one day, when I got to class. Open to that page."

"I see. Go settle in." Theo patted his son on the back.

As Thomas shoved his hands in his pockets and walked from the room Daphne yelled after him, "Dinner is at six." She closed the book and held it out to Theo noticing the distressed look on his face. "What is it?"

Theo cringed. "It's been twenty years Daph, and people still haven't let things go. That stupid book proves it. The information about our trials is completely wrong. I always just assumed Draco was over acting about the way some people still treat him like the plaque, but apparently, he has good reason." Theo reached out and took the book. "I can't believe the school would be allowing rubbish like this in the library." He shook his head and stood up.

Daphne stood up and took Theo hands in hers. "It may not have been in the library Theo. Did you not look at the author, Rita Skitter?" She raised her eye brows at him.

"Your right. One of the other students more then likely brought it from home." Theo leaned in and gave Daphne a tender kiss. "I just hate that some of the kids are still carrying on old ideas. I really thought the three of them would be free of all that."

Daphne pushed Theo hair from his eyes. "It's going to take time my love. Maybe a few generations to completely change people's out look. Besides, Thomas is a teenager, then tend to overexaggerate. Things really are better for them, and things will be better still for their kids."

Theo decided Daphne was right, pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.

xXXx

Theo had never seen Daphne look as angry with him as she did while paying the fine so he could be released from custody. Daphne wasn't angry about the fine. The amount she had to pay wasn't enough for either of them to ever even notice it was gone. She was angry because of why. She hadn't said a word to Theo when she arrived at the Ministry. Nothing as they walked to the floo and went home. She stayed silent as they walked through the manor and up the stairs into their room. Once the door to their room was shut and she had preformed a silencing charm, Daphne picked up the closest thing to her, a vase with carnation's in it, spun around and threw it as hard as she could at her husband.

Theo easily caught it though and quietly set it down. "I am sorry Baby." He said softly still looking at the vase.

"Sorry!" Daphne yelled. "You're sorry!"

Theo looked up from the vase to look at Daphne. "Baby please. I didn't mean too..."

Daphne cut him off. "To what Theo? Lie to me for fifteen years? Hide things from me?"

He shook his head. "I was going to say for attacking Potter."

"For attacking Potter." Daphne scoffed. "Do you really think I am angry at you for attacking him? He and his lackeys came into our home unannounced and scared the shit of me, you attacking them was what any man would do. I am hardly upset about that."

Theo took a step toward Daphne and his right hand began to shake when she stepped back. "Daphne, Baby I am sorry about lying to you. I should have told you what I doing."

"Yes Theodore you should have." Daphne crossed her arms across her chest.

Theo grabbed his right hand with his left trying to stop it from shaking. "At first I didn't know if I could do it. Once I had, I didn't want you to worry."

Daphne shook her head and looked up at the ceiling. "You didn't want to worry me." She scoffed at him again. "Theo, we have three children, what were you thinking?"

"We didn't have any children at the time Daph. After I gave the finished one to Malfoy, I honestly tucked the prototype away and forgot about it. I don't know how Potter found out I had it." Theo stood holding his right hand to his chest praying it would stop shaking.

"Why did Lucius want you to make him a time turner anyway Theodore?" Daphne put her hands on her hips and looked at Theo the same way she did one of her kids when they had done wrong.

Theo took a deep breath. "I didn't ask Daph. He swore it had nothing to do with changing the past or with Voldemort. I took him at his word."

Daphne shook her head. "Still Theo, a time turner. You now how the ministry feels about those right now."

Theo walked toward Daphne, and again she stepped away from him. He looked at his feet. "Do you want me to go to a guest room?"

"What?" Daphne asked surprised he would ask her such a thing.

Theo let go of his right hand giving up on making it stop shaking. "Do you want me to go to a guest room?"

While shaking her head no Daphne asked, "Why would I want that?"

"You wont let me touch you." Theo blurted out. "Back at the ministry I tried to hold you, you pushed me away. You wouldn't hold my hand, and now I can't get close to you." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I am sorry Baby, so sorry. I just wanted to see my Mum."

"Oh Theo." Daphne finally let go of some of her anger and closed the distance between them.

He looked up at her, his eyes glistened from the tears he was trying to not let fall. "When Lord Malfoy asked me to make a time turner, all I could think about was seeing my Mum. I didn't think about the repercussions of my actions, just seeing her one more time." He cleared his throat. "I was honestly just so concerned with if I could, I didn't give any thought to if I should."

Daphne took his hands and lead him over to the bed and sat down pulling him beside her. "Why Theo, why did you want to go back and see her? I know you miss her, but the possibility of Azkaban..." She trialed off.

"I wanted her to know how happy I am. To know that despite everything I went through, somehow I still managed to make the most beautiful witch in all of England fall in love with me." He offered a small smile.

Daphne let out a small laugh and shook her head. "Did you, go back and see her?" Daphne asked and started playing with his hair.

Theo nodded yes. "I had to test the turner, but I didn't talk to her."

Daphne tilted her head to the side. "Why not?"

Theo looked Daphne in the eye. "I went back to when I was about two I supposed. I saw the three of us, outside in the garden playing. My mum looked so happy, and my dad, my dad was laughing and smiling and playing with me!" A few tears ran down his cheeks. "I realized the cruel man I knew as my father, wasn't the same man my mum knew as her husband." Theo wiped the tears of his face. "I knew that if I told her about the things to come, I would be robbing her of a husband who loved her for the little time she had left. So I made sure not to disturb anything and watched for a few moments, then left, and didn't go back."

Daphne pulled Theo to her and held him tightly. She was still upset he hadn't told her about the time turner, but couldn't stay mad at him. She never could.

xXXx

"I can't tell mum and dad. They will be so upset about it Tim. What do I do?" Veronica fell back on her brothers bed with a sigh.

Tim looked over at her from his desk where he was writing yet another letter. "You can get off my bed to start with Nica."

Veronica sighed. "But Tim I need your help. Martin invited me over for his birthday. I really want to go."

"So go, and leave me in peace." Tim continued with his letter trying to pretend his sister wasn't in the room.

"Tim!" Veronica stood up and walked up behind her brother and looked at the letter over his shoulder. "Writing to Amanda again?"

Tim ignored her.

Veronica leaned closer and started reading the letter out loud. "I would love to go flying with you one day. Sometimes at Quidditch practice I pretend your in the stands cheering for me."

Tim flipped the letter over and stood up quickly. "Nica! If you don't get out of my room I will march right down stairs and tell mum and dad myself that your dating Martin Prince."

Veronica put her hands on her hips and held her ground. "Do they know your exchanging letters with Amanda Pucey?"

"I wouldn't care if they did, it's not like I have kept it a secret. Amanda's parents are dads friends. Martin's mother and father tried to ruin him, or have you forgotten?" Tim took a step closer to his sister glaring at her.

Veronica's eyes started to well up with tears. "Of course I haven't forgotten. But Martin had nothing to do with that. He wasn't even born yet."

"Martin, not Martin Prince again." Timothy and Veronica looked over to see Thomas standing in his brothers doorway.

Tim nodded his head. "Does she ever talk about anyone else?"

"Why don't you just tell Dad Nica?" Thomas took two strides into his brothers room. The twenty year old was almost the spiting image of their father and stood just as tall. The only trait from his mother he seemed to have was her blue eyes.

Timothy looked more like their Grandfather Greengrass had at seventeen. When he was born his hair had been the same raven, but had lighten to a soft brown over the years and he had his fathers dark eyes. He hated glasses though and had insisted on having his vision fixed for Quidditch when he made the house team. "That is what I keep telling her, just tell them."

Theo had been waling past Timothy's room looking for his oldest son. "Tell us what?"

Veronica froze, what was she suppose to do now? She started playing with her golden hair keeping her green eyes averted from her father's gaze. "Nothing father."

Theo looked at his daughter then at both of his sons. None of them were looking at him. "What's going on guys? None of you are leaving this room until someone tells me something."

All three of them blurted at once leaving Theo shocked at all the information just thrown at him. He put his hands up in front of him. "Ok, ok. One at a time please." He looked at Timothy. "So Nica says your still exchanging letters with Amanda Pucey." Theo smiled at his middle child. "How is that going?"

Tim smiled brightly at his father. "She is being considered for the Harpies after graduation."

"And you for the Catapults, how exciting. At least you will both have your home base in Wales." Theo raised his eyebrows at his son. "That makes it much easier to see one another."

Tim blushed, "I really hope so dad."

"So do I son." He then looked at Thomas, "Now Thomas, Tim said you have a new girlfriend. Who is it this week?"

"Dad, I don't change girlfriends that often." Thomas protested and crossed his arms over his chest.

Tim try to hide a laugh with a cough and Veronica rolled her eyes and said. "Oh please."

Theo shook his head back and forth. "Son, you can lie to yourself, but don't lie to me. As long as you remain respectful I don't care how often you get a new girlfriend, I am just patiently waiting for the day you finally meet the one."

Thomas's smile broadened. "I think I have father. She works at St. Mungo's, was just placed in charge of ordering supplies. So we met when she placed the last order from the factory. I had a question about the amount of disinfectant she ordered. Seemed like a lot for a wizarding hospital."

"Her name son, all I want right now is her name." Theo laughed lightly at his son. "We can learn all about her, if you have more then two dates."

Thomas huffed. "We are going on our fourth date tomorrow night in fact. Her name is Lucy. Lucy Weasley."

Theo almost stumbled as he sat down on Tim's bed. After a moment he finally looked up Tom, "Percy Weasley's youngest, correct?"

Thomas looked a little nervous. "Yes. I didn't think you mind. Especially since Scorp is dating Rose."

"Scorpius is not my son, you are." Theo ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you like her Thomas, I mean really like her?"

"I do dad. I really do." Thomas started fidgeting with his wand in it's holster.

Theo stood up and walked over to his oldest son. "Thomas, all I can tell you here, is be careful with this one. Our two families have finally found common ground and are getting along. I have no issue with you dating a Weasley, just, don't go hurting her okay. I don't need another confrontation with her Uncle because you break her heart."

Thomas looked a little hurt by his fathers words, but nodded his understanding. "I don't intend to hurt her dad. I promise. I know I have never been serious about a girl before, but, I really think I see a future with Lucy."

Theo beamed at his son. "Well, that's all I can hope for." He turned to look at his little princess, at least she would always be his little princess in his eyes. "Nica, come with me honey." He held is hand out for the fifteen year old.

Veronica exchanged a look of terror with her brothers and suddenly Thomas felt bad that he had blurted out her intentions with Martin Prince a few minutes ago. As she took her fathers hand and left the room with him Thomas softly said, "Sorry Nica, it wasn't my place to say anything."

As they walked through the house Theo made idle chatter with her about Aunt Astoria's latest charity event coming up. "A carnival, sounds like fun. Do you think you will want to go?"

Veronica tried to smile at her father but her pounding heart made it hard. "Yes, Aunt Tori's everts are always so much fun."

"Yes they are." Theo smiled and knocked on the door frame to his wife's studio. "Hey Baby, you got a minute?"

Daphne turned and looked at Theo, her frown turning into a bright smile. "For the two of you, always." She put the designs she was working on down and walked to the small sitting area in her studio and sat down. Theo and Veronica joining her. Daphne looked at the pain in her daughters eyes and moved to sit beside her, putting her arm around her. "Nica honey, what's wrong?"

Veronica looked down at her feet but didn't say anything, the lump in her throat wouldn't let her. Theo did his best to make sure his voice was calm and filled Daphne in on what he had heard from Thomas. "Nica wants to date, Martin Prince."

Daphne's eye got wide and she mouthed the word 'really' to her husband. Theo nodded and leaned forward on the couch where he had sat, and propped his elbows on his knees. "Nica look at me."

Veronica slowly lifted her head and looked at her father, her eyes glistening from the tears she was trying not to let fall. Theo gave her a soft smile. "You are aware, of the past his father and I share, correct?"

Veronica nodded, a few of the tears running down her cheek.

Theo wiped the tears away with his thumb. "I only have one question honey, is Martin good to you?"

"Yes Daddy!" Veronica blurted out, the rest of the tears springing out and running down her face.

"Oh baby." Daphne put her arm around her daughter and held her close. "I know this must have been terribly scary to come to us about, but your father and I know Martin is not his father."

Theo looked a little surprised. The relationship between Arthur Prince and him had never been good. From the time Prince was named the proxy for his father until now, the two of them never liked each other. Even after Prince had finished his sentence, the factory had been rebuilt and Pansy had given him a son, Prince was still bitter about Nott Jr. having taken over and him being cast aside. Prince never did anything illegal again, and worked hard to ensure his wife and son had a good home, but the animosity was still there. Daphne had tried a few times to reach out to Pansy, but was always blocked by Prince. She knew Pansy wasn't the kind to be held a prisoner, so she could only assume, Pansy didn't really want to reconnect.

Theo ran his fingers through his hair and stood up. He walked a few steps away then turned back. "Nica, has Martin talked to his mother and father about you yet?"

Veronica nodded yes slowly. "He says his mother doesn't care who he dates." She looked at her feet. "But his father is against it."

"So at fifteen Martin is prepared to against his father's wishes?" Theo asked, his arms crossed across his chest.

Daphne shook her head at her husband. "I seem to remember a thirteen year old who was prepared to against his father's wishes in order to date me."

"That's entirely different Daphne." Theo pointed to his daughter. "Veronica hardly knows this boy, you and I practically grew up together.'

"I know him very well father." Veronica protested. "We have been best friends since our first year."

"Nica, calm down." Daphne gave her daughters shoulders a squeeze. "Theo, I disagree. You were in Martin's shoes back in school. How many times did I hear you say, 'I am not my father!'?" Daphne pulled her arm from around Veronica stood up and walked over to Theo taking his hands in hers. "You are not your father Theo, and Martin is not Arthur."

Theo sighed. Daphne was right. She was always right. He looked at Veronica. "Nica, if I don't stand in the way, how do you see this relationship going?"

Veronica's face lit up with a smile. "Martin and I know it will be hard at times Daddy. It already has been having to hide it."

Theo looked at Daphne trying to find the right words to say in the impossible situation he found himself in. Finally he gave Daphne's hand a squeeze, pulled his hands away and walked over to stand in front of his Daughter. "I don't like it Nica, I wont lie about that. What his father tried to do to me was unforgiveable. But, it was Arthur Prince who did it, not Martin. I know that. So..." He took a deep breath. "You have my permission to date Martin Prince. I will help out in anyway I can."

Veronica jumped off the couch and into her fathers arms hugging him tightly. "Thank you Daddy. Thank you!"

Theo held his daughter close to him for a moment, then pulled her off so he could look her in the eye. "Nica, understand me, Arthur Prince will not make this easy for his son. Martin has a difficult rode ahead him, and at fifteen that road may be much harder to navigate, then either of you thinks it will be. If Martin hurts you, in anyway, I will bring a storm that boy as never seen down on him."

Veronica looked at her father for a moment, then laughed. "Daddy, a storm? Don't be silly."

Daphne cleared her throat. "Oh his not Nica. But as long as Martin is good to you, your father will play nice. I promise."

xXXx

"I think she made a simply beautiful bride. Thomas should be so proud."

Theo smiled at the old witche's comments as she congratulated him and Daphne after their son's wedding. He took Daphne's hand and laid it on the forearm of his opposite arm and gently rubbed her fingers as they continued to walk around the room and greet their quests. Daphne looked up at him and laughed. "That face your making Theo. What is that about?"

"Nothing." He lied. When she gave him her 'I don't believe you Nott look', he sighed. "Okay, I just can't believe I am now related to Weasley. Ron Weasley."

Daphne cover a laugh with her free hand. "Well not directly Theo. Ron is Lucy's uncle. Draco will have the honor of being in-laws with him."

Theo and Daphne looked at each and both broke out laughing. Draco had finally accepted Scorpius's intentions toward Rose Weasley, but didn't like. Even after a ring had been made and given and despite Astoria's best efforts at keeping the peace Draco still voiced his dislike of the situation when ever he got the chance. He was however nothing but polite to Ron and Hermione when they had to see each other, and treated Rose with the utmost respect.

When Theo had questioned him about, Draco had told him, 'Well I am an adult now and since father passed also an Earl, I might as act as though I have changed for the better, even if part of me wants to throw a fit like the little prat I was in school'. Theo found his platinum blond friend in crowd looking uncomfortable as some woman with bright red hair talked to him. A Weasley relative Theo didn't know most likely. He was amazed how Weasleys seemed to come out of the wood work when Thomas and Lucy had started planning their wedding.

He thought about going over and rescuing his best mate, but Daphne pulled him in another direction. "Let's go find Tim tell him our big news Theo."

Theo looked down at Daphne and raised his eyebrows. "Now?"

"Yes, Thomas already knows. I want to tell Timmy before he has to run back off with the team." She picked up her pace once she saw her youngest son standing with Greg and Millie's two boys. Their oldest Peter, helped his father and Blaise run the business which had grown into quite the little empire. Greg and Blaise now had twelve night clubs all over Europe. The younger Goyle, Jackson, played Quidditch and was on Tim's team. Tim was the teams Keeper, Jackson was a Beater, like his father had been.

Theo walked up to the boys and slapped Jackson on the back causing the young man to choke on his whiskey. "Jackson how are the Catapults treating you?"

Jackson coughed a few times then sputtered. "As well as to be expected Sir. Uh I mean my lord or, or...is it, your grace. Sorry, I can't remember what mother said."

"Mr. Nott is fine Jackson. I really don't use the title Lord much, makes me feel stuffy. Much like this tuxedo does." Theo chuckled a little while pulling on his collar. "Can't wait to take it off." He winked at Daphne, who blushed.

Peter and Jackson laughed into their drinks as Tim's eyes got wide and he froze. "Dad, really?"

Theo gave Tim's shoulder a squeeze. "What's wrong Tim, don't like the idea that your father and mother still have amazing...'

"Dad I will do anything you ask, if you don't finish that sentence." Tim demanded his cheeks a bright pink.

Theo only smiled while Daphne shook her head back and forth. She reached out and took her son's hand. "Timmy honey, we have something we would like to tell you please come along. We will have him back to you boys quickly, I promise."

Peter raised his glass. "Take you time Mrs. Nott. We will let Amanda know where you went Tim, if we can ever find her again." He said now looking into the crowd of wedding guests wondering what had become of his own date.

Once Daphne, Theo and Tim were alone in Theo's study Tim's curiosity got the better of him. "What's going on Dad? Why drag us in here in the middle of Tom's wedding?"

Theo smirked at his son. "Well son, we wanted to pass on some important information to you." He handed his son a beer. "First of all, I wanted to make sure you understood, that Grandpa Tim and Grandma Clair wont be leaving the Manor. The main wing will remain theirs as long as they and their kids want it."

Tim nodded after taking a sip of the beer. "I always assumed they would Dad."

Theo looked at Daphne quickly who gave him an encouraging smile. He cleared his throat. "Well son, we live in the West wing, I am giving the East to Thomas and Lucy."

Tim slightly scoffed, "Again Dad, I assumed as much. He is the eldest and will inherit everything."

"Tim, do you really want to quit Quidditch and run the factories?" Daphne asked leaning forward and putting her hand on her son's knee.

Tim looked down at first the nodded no. "Not really Mum. It's just..." He couldn't finish and shook his head, leaned back and said. "Never mind."

"No Tim, tell us, what is it?" Daphne persisted.

Tim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I just feel like, like I am always hidden by Thomas's shadow. Not really there."

"How could you possibly feel that way? Thomas can barely fly, your a star." Theo asked as he loosened his tie.

"That's not the point Dad. I am just Nott, out there on the pitch. No one calls me Tim. Not my teammates, not the fans. Just Nott." Tim shook his head. "Even the professors in school by my third year just called me Nott, they were tired of me correcting them because my name isn't Tom!"

Theo sank in the arm chair he had been standing in front of and rubbed his face with his hands for a moment. He took a deep breath when he looked up. "Tim I am sorry if you ever felt as though I placed your brother above you. I never intended to." Theo exhaled. "You always seemed uninterested in the factories, potions or running our house in general. Every time I saw you, there was a broom in your hands. You spent more time on that broom then you ever did in your room."

Tim mumbled into his beer. "You could have joined me once in a while."

"Uncle Draco taught you how to play, was he not a good instructor?" Theo asked and leaned forward a little.

Tim nodded yes. "He was great, I just would have like to have my own father teach me."

"Son, I never learned to play Quidditch, it wasn't my thing. Draco loves it." Theo looked embarrassed.

Tim leaned forward. "I knew that Dad. It really isn't the flying or really anything you and Mum did, I couldn't ask for better parents. I guess it's, everyone else. Tom is always young Lord Nott, I am just Nott."

"Is that something that you want, to be the one who inherits my title?" Theo propped his elbows on his knees and looked seriously at his son.

Tim shrugged. "I don't know, I guess." He took a drink of his beer, the looked up at his father. "Yes Dad I would like to be the one who inherits it. But to be frank, it isn't the title, but more the fact I felt like before Quidditch, no one ever saw me. Tom is the Nott heir, Nica is your 'princess', I am only the 'other Nott boy'."

"You are not just 'the other Nott' Tim, your amazing. Your our son and we love you." Daphne stood up and walked over to sit beside Theo, who took her hand as soon as she sat down. "I wanted to ask you something. As you know, my father is passing his title to me when he passes, let us hope that is no time soon. However, I don't really want it. I would like to pass my fathers Estate and title to you Tim, if you want it."

Tim sat straight in his seat. "But Mum, I am not a Greengrass."

"So." Daphne shrugged. "There is no rule that says my fathers Earldom must pass on to another Greengrass. That has always just been 'tradition', the ways things were done. Besides, I would have to pass it on eventually anyway." She gave her son a warm smile. "You always loved being at Greengrass Estates. It's not a big as Nott Manor, but it would be yours, yours and Amanda's to raise your family."

Tim blushed. "Mum! Amanda and I are not engaged."

"Not yet." Theo cut in. "Or was there another young lady you had in mind when you asked me about an engagement ring?"

"Both of us are just starting our careers, I don't think we will be getting married anytime to soon." Tim looked up at his father. "But no dad, there isn't anyone else. I love Amanda and plan to ask her to marry me. She and I will be in visiting her parents in a few months, I wanted to talk to her dad then."

Theo smiled proudly at his son. "I am sure Pucey wont give you any problems, but if he does, call me."

"So then, do you want the Estates Tim?" Daphne asked after playfully smacking her husband on the arm.

"I do Mum." Tim smiled as he took a drink of his beer and let the idea sink in a little. "I really do. I like the idea of it being mine, not something I have to share with Nica, or am getting just because Thomas is done with it."

"Then it's settled. I will have the documents drawn up, and when it's time the Estates are yours. The only stipulation of course Tim, is that Grandma and Grandpa Greengrass still live there. But they do spend less and less time there since Grandma wants to travel while they are both still able to do so.

The news of his grandparents still residing at what would his home didn't diminish his smile. "I love Grandma and Grandpa, I won't mind them being there. Merlin I hope Amanda likes it."

"I am sure she will son. I loved growing up there." Daphne leaned into Theo a little as he put his arm around her.

The End

Thank you so much for sticking with me and reading Theo's story. I know there is so much more I could have added, Ernie and Sally, Greg and Millie, Tracey and Blaise, but then the epilogue would go for ever...LOL.