Twelve years had went by, and you were lounging back, enjoying the late summer sun. It was warming you, and you smiled as you felt a kick come from your protruding stomach. You looked out and saw your daughter, Lily Ann, playing in the field you were camping at with Hermione and the Weasleys. She looked too much like her father, she had his lips, nose, ears, even his messy ebony hair. The only thing she had inherited from you it seemed were her eyes. Which were mostly covered, unfortunately, by her glasses.

The men were building a fire, and honestly they weren't too thrilled of the idea of a muggle vacation. Suddenly a lanky arm was thrown about your shoulders, "How's my little man doing in there?" You kissed the freckles on your husband's arm, as he patted your stomach. "Kicking like there's no tomorrow." He laughed. You looked into his eyes, those beautiful azure eyes. At the same time, you heard someone plop down in the chair next to you. You turned to see the other love of your life.

"Lily's really showing those guys," Harry stated, meaning how your daughter was whooping the crap out of the boy's team during quidditch. You took one hand from each, and sqeeuzed tightly. How have we come this fair? You asked yourself with a smile. It seemed like yesterday you were the awkward teenager with the weight of the world on your shoulders. Now you were able to leisure in a normal life.

The three of you had taken the Auckland Amulet, and the Ancestrial Book, and destroyed them. Despite all the protests from the Ministry officials. You then took skipped the remainder of the school year to go to your mom, exposing the Ministry's tactics. It was hysterics, your mother tore the whole house apart not wanting to believe what she was hearing. She had finally calmed down, and you had taken her into your arms, letting her sob softly into your shoulder.

The next few weeks the two of you were still just wandering about the house in you pajamas. Your mother was so depressed, and you were too nerved to leave her side. One day after cleaning out the attic someone had come to the house. You went down to answer it when your jaw dropped seeing Harry and Ron on your doorstep. You looked down at yourself, dust and grime covering you. You could only use your imagination of what was on your face, and how messy your hair could be.

Amazingly, they didn't seem to care one bit. A bit of half a year went by, and the three of you bought a flat together. It was fun rotating roles every week, one cleaning, one cooking, all three enjoying one another. The engagement came to an uproar in the wizarding world.

The three of you still went on with it. And though you were nervous as hell walking down that aisle, in the end of it you were bawling with happiness.

Seven years had passed, and you became pregnant. It wasn't til you heard the babies cries, when you saw the matted black hair on her head that you knew she was Harry's.

The three of you were trying to bring her up in a regular household, and you believed full and well that the three of you were doing a good job.

Now baby number two was on the way, and you were sure it was Ron's. "Hey," came Hermione's voice. "You okay?" You smiled. "Yeah just thinking." She held out her hand to you, "Come on then, dinner's done." You looked around the expanded picnic table wondering how you got to be so lucky. And you realized does it really matter how you get from here to there as long as you enjoyed the journey of getting where you were? A few days of fishing and hiking caused your water to break.

But you didn't have a clue about it at first, since you couldn't sense it, because you were wading in the water. But in time you felt the cramps flow through your body, in the end you were screaming, clutching branches, when some of the Weasleys came to you and carried you back to the campsite. Everyone was crowded around you, and you began dilating, then the contractions came faster which was causing further agitation. Seven hours later it didn't matter, because you had a gorgeous red-headed little boy in your arms. He cooed, as you cried, Harry and Ron kissing you on each cheek.

It was something you never thought you would have. But you and your two princes got to live happily ever after.