Here is the final chapter! I could have added multiple more chapters but I felt that it would make the story drag on. And I didn't want that. Thank you everyone for your support of this story. It means so much to me!

Epilogue

Six months later

'One more day.' Daphne thought, looking out the window of the taxi. The skyline of New York was shinning bright, something that once brought her great joy. But now it just was a reminder that this wasn't her home anymore. She was counting down the days for her to be back with Harry. Again in London, living in Grimmauld Place, only temporally though.

Harry decided he didn't want to live in a house that never felt like a home to anyone who ever lived in it. Instead, they were going to find a house that was going to be their home. Hogwarts was the only home Harry ever had, the apartment in New York, he barely lived in it to consider it home just quite yet.

But right now, her favorite project that they were tackling was, fixing up the storefront she found in Diagon Alley for her clothing store. Daphne didn't know that she wanted to have her own shop to sell her collection until she found the storefront. While wizarding robes were still worn, something, she didn't want to take away from Madame Malkin. But muggle fashion was starting to take over, which luckily for her, she designed muggle fashion.

Harry thought it was a fantastic idea when she told him her plan. So amazing that he bought the storefront, as he likes to call it for her birthday present. Daphne wanted to be mad at him for doing so before she came to a final decision. Which Harry thought was a load of bull and that she would never buy the storefront if he didn't do it for her. Instead of telling him he was right and giving him the satisfaction, she gave him a mind-blowing kiss.

With her thoughts still on Harry, Daphne didn't notice the flower shop that was inside the apartment. It wasn't until she heard a throat being cleared, she looked up with her wand in hand.

"That's my girl, always be prepared." Harry laughed from his spot, leaning against the back of the couch, a smirk was resting on his lips.

"Harry!" Jumping into her boyfriend's arms, not caring about the mess she made from dropping everything that she was holding. Resting her forehead on his, "What are you doing here?"

"What I can't come to surprise my girlfriend?" Harry asked, capturing her lips with his.

"I am going to be home tomorrow."

"I know, but I didn't want to wait any longer." He said in-between kisses. "Now, look around the apartment and tell me what you see."

Sighing, she took a couple of steps away from Harry and started in a slow circle. Her sigh turned into a gasp when she finally realized the apartment filled with her favorite flowers. Peonies were in every color imaginable. It was beautiful; she just didn't understand why he did it here in New York and not in London. "What is this?" Finishing her circle, she let out another gasp when her eyes found Harry kneeling on one knee with a black velvet box in his hand. "Harry."

"Daphne, you saved me when we saw each other at that cafe. I was heartbroken and hadn't truly recovered from the war, that was until you came into my life. I know for a fact I would be a brooding mess to this day if it weren't for you. You made my life better just by being here. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I fell in love with you here in New York. New York is why I am here asking you this question," Opening the velvet box showing a beautiful diamond resting on a silver band, "Will you marry me?"

"Of course, I will." Tears were running down her cheeks as Harry stood up and moved to put the ring on her finger. But when he stopped, Daphne looked at him worried, thinking that he already changed his mind. That was until she saw the tears filling up his emerald eyes, "What's wrong."

"This is my mother's ring, and it came with a note that I should only put the ring on the finger of the right woman. My soulmate." Slipping the ring entirely on her finger, "Someone who will make me happy for the rest of my life. Are you up for the challenge?"

"I think, no I know, that I am." She whispered as tears fell down her from her eyes. Even though his parents were gone, she felt honored to be the woman wearing his mother's ring. It felt as if she had his parent's blessing to become apart of the family. The ring was perfect, and he was excellent.

She also enjoyed the fact that Harry didn't pull this ring out to give to Ginny since she knew Hermione had to return the ring for him.

One year later

"Are you two going to start planning your wedding?" Astoria asked her sister as she spun around in a light blue dress. "You have been designing everyone else's wedding and bridesmaid dresses. Why not your own?"

Daphne rolled her eyes at her sister for asking the same question everyone else had been asking. She and Harry, while ready to be married to one another, realized their lives were currently too hectic to plan a wedding for themselves. Harry had started a new training system for the Auror program at the ministry after seeing a recruit being blasted in front of him in Diagon Alley for not throwing up a protective shield in time. Harry had spent the next day talking to Kingsley, Ron, and the new Head Auror, Timothy Malcolm, about the training the recruits were getting and found it was nothing seeing as they had yet to hire a new trainer. Right then and there, Harry offered his services.

"I'm not going back on the field, I will be in a training room teaching the Aurors how to protect themselves from actual dark spells," Harry told Daphne that night over dinner which was deliberately prepared with Daphne's favorite foods. "I need to do this, Daph. If I'm not going to be fighting, I need people to know my knowledge."

"There aren't any dark lords right now, Harry," Daphne said accusingly.

"Maybe not right now, but there will be. And I'm not about to let someone who has barely any training defeat them."

While Harry was busy teaching the new generation of Aurors, Daphne's business grew to an unimaginable size. At first, she thought it was only because she was Harry Potter's girlfriend. But eventually learned that it was more than that. She was a talent.

Women from all over Europe came to her store, which came to her intention that she should open up stores all over magical Europe. Harry thought it was a fantastic idea and told her they would be able to fund her new empire. Her only worry was how to send the merchandise to the new stores that she planned to open. And luckily for her, her brother-in-law owned a distributing business.

Draco helped her find employees to make, wrap, and send the clothing, along with the management side of the company. It was tricky trying to find someone good at the job, and she trusted. The day Gabrielle Delacour walked into her store, Daphne knew that she had found her manager.

Gabrielle Delacour didn't come to the store looking for a job to work with the future wife of Harry Potter. She went to the store looking for a job to work with Daphne Greengrass, the future of wizarding wardrobe. The French girl wanted Daphne to be her mentor as she went through her own journey of becoming a fashion designer, and becoming a manager of a clothing store would help her with her schooling.

Along with their growing jobs, they had recently moved into Potter Manor, something Harry didn't even know existed until he looked at a list of properties in his Gringotts vault.

"Told you it was a good idea to do inventory in your vaults," Daphne mentioned as she circled the large ballroom in the center of the home.

"Yes, I know, you are always right," Harry agreed, wrapping his arms around her middle. "What do you say is this, our new home?"

"I think it is."

The Manor wasn't as large as the Greengrass or Malfoy Manor, it was still a remarkable size. There were 8 bedrooms in total that all had connecting bathrooms. The kitchen was large, having enough room to have a kitchen table inside on the days they didn't want to be formal. Along with a forming dining room and two living rooms.

Daphne's favorite room in the house was the library, the walls were lined with all kinds of books. From magical to muggle, assuming due to Lily Potter living in the home for a short period. In the center of the room, four couches were forming a circle, which Daphne thought Harry's father James used with his friends. For studying, planning pranks, or apparently creating a map of Hogwarts that Harry had used during his adventures. Something that explained so so much.

Harry daubed the library Daphne's by turning it into her home office, replaced one of the couches with a sewing machine and a mannequin. Which was the room, Daphne and Astoria were in right now.

Looking down at the engagement ring resting on her finger, Daphne sighed loudly, "Maybe mum was right, don't let a man put a ring on your finger if he is only going to use you."

"Oh, you know Harry wasn't the kind of man she was talking about," Astoria said, plopping down on one of the couches. "Talk to him. I know your lives have been busy, but maybe now that you both have settled into your careers, it would be the best time. Just talk to him, Daph."

Later that evening, Daphne was sitting on the king-size bed they had in their master room, staring at her ring. She knew Astoria was right and that she needed to talk to Harry about what they were doing, but she didn't know how to start the conservation without it turning into a fight.

"What's wrong, love?" Harry asked after he came out of the steaming bathroom to find his fiancé looking worriedly at her ring.

"Are we ever going to set a date for our wedding?" She asked, still looking down at the ring.

"Of course we are, why wouldn't we? Are you having doubts?"

Shooting her head up with a furious look on her face, "Of course I'm not having doubts?! How dare you say that?!"

"Well, I didn't know!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his hand down on his freshly groomed face, "I come in here, and you were staring sadly at your ring, and I thought the worst!"

"I wasn't staring sadly at my ring! I was contemplating about how to bring our wedding up to discussing without us yelling at each other! Which ended up not working!" Tears began falling down from her blue eyes. Every time she cried, her eyes would become more profound. Turning blue as the depths of the ocean. Harry always hated seeing her eyes go dark, and he especially hated it when the problem was him.

Climbing onto the bed, Harry wrapped his strong arms around her, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled." Kissing the top of her head when she snuck into his arm, relief coming off of his shoulders, "Of course I want to set a date. I will marry you tomorrow if that's what you want."

The next day

Daphne and Harry sat on a bench in the Minister of Magic's chamber, hand, and hand, waiting for the few people they could call last minute. Every time they heard the tapping of shoes against the tile, their hopes would climb and fall within milliseconds. It wasn't until Daphne also heard the bickering of two men that she knew they were here.

Hermione, Ron, Draco, and Astoria turned the corner to find the couple exactly where they said they find him. Ron and Draco continued to bicker as the girls walked up to the couple.

"And what is so important that we needed to be here first thing in the morning?" Hermione asked accusingly, resting her hands on her hips, showing off her pregnant stomach much more.

"We're getting married," Harry said, making the bickering from the boys stop and the girls squeal. The group took turns hugging the soon to be married couple.

"Not going to have a big wedding?" Draco asked, patting Harry on the back after kissing Daphne on the cheek.

"We figured we would just have a reception this weekend at the manor with everyone there," Daphne answered as she wrapped her arms around her soon to be husband's waist. "We just wanted everyone who matters to be here when we got married."

"What about Tracey?" Astoria asked, not knowing the photographer was standing right behind her, "She was there when your relationship started."

"I know I was and how horrible would it have been if I missed this!" Tracey said, laughing as she watched Astoria jumped out of her skin, before giving her a hug. "They need photos to remember this day, and luckily I was in France and took the first portkey here."

Suddenly there was a loud noise from someone clearing their throat, and the whole group turned to find the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, smiling at them, "Now I hear there is a wedding that needs me to officiate."

Nine months later

"Mr. Potter, your wife is awake."

Harry looked up from the blue bundle in his arms to the nurse who joined him in St. Mungo's nursery. Letting out a small breath he didn't know that he was holding, he secured the bundle and followed the nurse to the hospital room.

He was having the longest and shortest day of his life. The past 12 hours were filled with love, screams, and cries. From the moment Daphne went into labor, he didn't know what to do. It took both Astoria and Hermione to come to their home at Potter Manor to help get Daphne to the hospital. Harry felt hopeless. His wife was hurting because their baby was coming. Their first child. Their little girl was on the way.

They got pregnant far quicker than either had thought they would. Something that happens when you can't keep your hands off each other after an impromptu wedding.

"You're stuck with me now, Daph," Harry whispered as they stood in front of a mirror, Daphne's shirt risen just enough for them to see her still flat belly, but both knowing their baby was growing in there. "I've always wanted a family, and you're giving me that."

"Good, my evil plan is working," Daphne said before laughing as Harry hungry captured her lips with his own.

Astrid stayed in the room with the expecting couple, making updates for everyone who was waiting in the lobby. Along with Harry being able to stay in the place and not miss a moment of the beautiful life experience. And he was grateful, once the clock landed at 2 o'clock in the morning on August 31st, Ethan James Potter was born.

"Is everything okay?" Daphne asked as Harry rested Ethan into his mother's arms.

Kissing the top of his wife's head, "Everything is perfect. He's perfect, and you're perfect."

"He is perfect, isn't he?" Daphne mentioned as she looked down at the blue bundle in her arms. They always say the firstborn usually take after their father, and Ethan did just that. Born with a thick head of black hair, which Daphne knew would happen from the heartburn she had while being pregnant. His eyes were already turning emerald green.

Most women didn't like the fact that their firstborns would take after their father after carrying them around for nine months. But Daphne didn't care. She was in love with her son. Already at two hours old, Daphne knew that Ethan was going to be just like his father. If not, better.

"Knock knock," Hermione said, popping her head in the hospital room. "Are you up for visitors?"

"Of course," Daphne said, gesturing Hermione in knowing Ron would be following.

And she was right as Ron came in carrying a car seat with a little redhead baby girl, "We figured it would be a good idea for Rose to be present as we make up a marriage contract between the two."

"Ron, seriously?" Hermione quietly groaned as she watched her husband take their daughter out of the car seat.

"Yes, seriously. Do you think I'm going to let my daughter marry Malfoy's son? Scorpius, what kind of name is that?" Ron ranted, making the new parents laugh. "And he's not born yet, so we have to make sure Rose and Ethan become a couple."

Harry rested his hand on Ron's shoulder as Hermione took her daughter out of her husband's arms, "Ron, you know just as well as I do that if we push them together. Rose will end up with Scorpius."

"Ugh, you're right. Can you name me godfather so I can hold that over Malfoy's head, at least?"

Harry looked over at his wife with a questioning look, the topic of godparents had come up multiple times during the pregnancy. They had gone back and forth between the Granger-Weasleys' and the Malfoy's. Either one they chose, they knew everything would be okay if something happened to them. And Harry wanted to make sure his son would be taken care of.

"Astoria and Draco can have the next one," Daphne said approvingly.

Turning to his best friends with a big smile on every one of their faces, "Congratulations, Hermione and Ron, you are Ethan's godparents."

"Ethan, let me tell you what a Wronski Feint is and how your dad managed to humiliate your Uncle Draco," Ron said, taking his godson out of Daphne's arms.

Five years later

"Mummy, when is my sister going to be here?" Ethan asked, resting his chin on Daphne's pregnant stomach.

"Any day now, sweetie," Daphne said with a chuckle in her voice as her son sighed loudly. "You just have to be patient."

"But I want to see her now!" He exclaimed, making his mum laugh even more. "It's not funny, mummy."

"It's a little funny, Ethan," Daphne said, standing up slowly from her spot on the couch. Earlier in the day, she finally had her baby shower. In all honesty, Daphne didn't want to have a baby shower, even though they were going to have a baby girl. They already had everything they needed. Harry had gone insane when the O.B Healer told them the next child was a girl. Anytime he was out and about, he came home with a baby girl item. From dresses, shoes, onesies that say 'daddy's girl,' and of course, he also bought something for Ethan so he wouldn't feel left out. Their children didn't need anything.

Astoria and Hermione agreed with her, but in the end, they surprised Daphne with a baby shower.

Saying it was only fair to the new baby also to have new things. Harry thought it was a great idea, mainly because he didn't have to be present. Ron, Draco, and Neville souped Harry up to take him on a man day.

Daphne felt a cramp as she levitated the new baby supplies to the nursery. She had been feeling them all day, thinking they were only Braxton Hicks. If Harry were there, she would be off her feet and in bed. But he wasn't back yet, meaning she could keep cleaning if she wanted too. And with all the new gifts, the once correctly set up nursery had to be rearranged.

The cramping continued after she rearranged and started cooking dinner once Harry told her he would be home shortly. She had didn't have Braxton Hicks with Ethan, but there was nothing about this pregnancy that matched the pregnancy with Ethan. Her first pregnancy was what every woman wished they had. Other than the heartburn, the only symptom she had was a growing belly.

Yet, with this pregnancy, she had every symptom. She was nausea almost every day; her mood swings were out of control along with cravings. Early on, she craved any type of pickles. Harry kept pickles stocked up in Daphne's nightstand, the library, and the kitchen, the places Daphne visited the most. Her back hurt, sitting or standing, her feet looked like her ankles swallowed them.

All she knew was if this were how her first pregnancy with Ethan was, she would have never gotten pregnant again. She and Harry talked about if they wanted to have another child after baby no name, but she didn't know if she could have another pregnancy like this. Or have a worse one.

"Mummy, you peed your pants!" Ethan exclaimed as Daphne's water broke, and began dripping onto the floor.

"Oh boy, that would have been bad." She whispered, setting the knife that she was holding down and looked over at her son, "Ethan, honey, I need you to go to use my phone and call your daddy. It looks like your little sister is on her way."

Ethan did as he was told, and she listened as Ethan told Harry that his baby sister was coming, and he should hurry. Usually, Daphne and Harry try to live as muggles as they could due to their time in New York. They were only using their magic for emergencies.

"Daph! Are you okay?" Harry asked as he apparated into the Potter Manor, something only someone with the Potter name could do. "When did your water break?"

"It just broke, but I have been feeling contractions all day, thinking they were Braxton Hicks." Feeling another contraction coming on, she braced herself against the counter, "Apparently, I was wrong."

Summoning the packed hospital bag, he handed the bag to his son, "Ethan, you have been such a brave boy. Now, remember how I taught you how to use the fireplace in case of emergency?" Smiling softly as Ethan nodded his head in response, "Good, take this bag with you and say very clearly St. Mungos. Mum and I will be right after you."

Nodding his head, Ethan ran to the fireplace, grabbing the green powder that he was never supposed to touch without a family member present, and very clearly said, "St. Mungo's!"

Harry and Daphne both followed suit and sighed in relief when they found Ethan waiting with a Healer standing next to him.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, we have been expecting you," The Healer said, helping Harry put Daphne in a wheelchair. "This brave boy yelled that his mummy was having a baby, and someone needs to help. I'm Healer Goodman."

"Healer Goodman, I need all the pain potions you have and my O.B Healer Harper, please!" Daphne exclaimed as Harry pushed the wheelchair to the hospital room.

"Healer Harper has already been paged and will be waiting for you, potions in hand."

"Oh, thank Merlin! Harry, you are never touching me again!" She continued to yell as they made it to the hospital bed, Healer Harper there to help put Daphne into the bed.

"Mr. Potter, I am going to do a quick exam to figure out where we are," Healer Harper said, pushing Harry out of the door. "I'll let you know when it's safe."

Harry turned to the other Healer and his son, "Thank you for your help. I have a few people I need to call."

"If you'd like, I'd be more than happy to watch little Ethan here." Healer Goodman offered.

Harry took a good look at Healer Goodman. His grey hair was combed cleanly to the side, complimenting his dark complexion. His amber eyes radiated kindness. He had the grandfather look down, and Harry didn't have a bad feeling around him. Something Harry was very good at detecting. And Ethan didn't seem to have a problem with hanging around Healer Goodman.

"That would be great, just until I finish my calls. I know you have patients." Agreeing by shaking the older man's hand.

"Hey, Ethan," Harry whispered as he shook his son awake. "Do you want to meet your baby sister?"

Emerald green eyes opened the quickest Harry had ever seen and nodded his head. Harry picked his son up thanking Draco for being a pillow for his son. The two Potter men made it back to Daphne's delivery room to find the two Potter women in the bed.

"Ethan, meet your little sister Karena Lily," Daphne whispered, smiling at the pink bundle of blonde hair and blue eyes in her arms. "I got one to look like me."

Eleven years later

The scarlet red engine was there waiting for the passengers to board. Families were hugging, and friends were reuniting. September 1st was a fabulous day for every magical child. Either they were returning, or it was finally their turn. And for the Potter children, it was both.

Ethan, who was a sixth-year Gryffindor, prefect, and now quidditch captain, went threw the wall of 9 3/4 first. Karena was next until she got to the wall and stopped before she could go threw. Her parents stood their eyebrows raised as they looked between themselves and their daughter.

"Karena, what's wrong?" Daphne asked as she and Harry knelt to Karena's height. "Are you nervous?"

"What if I'm not in Gryffindor or Slytherin?" Karena asked with tears in her eyes, "Will you not love me anymore?"

"Karena Lily, I don't know where you got that idea, but we will love and support you whatever house you are in," Daphne said, pulling her daughter into a hug.

Harry smiled softly as he joined into the hug, along with adding, "If Uncle Draco can handle Scorp being a Gryffindor, we can handle you being in any house. And besides, if you want to be a Slytherin or Gryffindor, you can always ask. Just like I did."

"Yeah, but I bet you wished you could have been in Slytherin to meet mum sooner." Karena giggled as she leaned into both her parents. Breathing in their scents, remembering for the days she will be homesick. "Okay, I'm ready. But can we do it together?"

"Of course, we did the same thing for Ethan his first time," Harry said, helping Daphne up from the ground before they both took one of their daughter's hands. "On the count of three. One, two, three."

"There you are! I was about to come back to find you." Ethan said, hugging his little sister. "Are you ready for your first year of Hogwarts?"

Looking at both her parents, who were wearing proud smiles on their faces, Karena nodded her head and stood tall, "You bet I am."