Epilogue

Ron Weasley peered over the top of the fence, checking to see if the coast was clear. He turned to his husband and biological son.

"Alright, boys…no sign of them - OI!" A water balloon suddenly connected with the side of his face, exploding on impact. Ron laughed, but pretended to be mock-stern as he called "Emily Grace Potter! You are going to pay for that, young lady!"

Emily laughed as she loaded up another balloon with her sisters and mother.

"Come and and get us then, love," Hermione chuckled.

"Ok, fellas, you heard the lady - Joseph, do your best Auror impression like Daddy and Father and take on your sister."

"Katherine won't even see me coming, Dad!" his 10 year old son promised.

"And Harry: 'Mione, Emily and Gabby are all ours!"

"Don't be too hard on my daughters, now, Ron!"

"We won't - we're just going to take no prisoners! CHARGE!" Harry, Ron and Joseph sprinted out from behind their backyard fence, water squirter guns blazing. The girls responded in kind, filling up water balloons as fast as they could throw them. The firefight soon became a draw, though, as the beautiful, blended family soon collapsed on their lawn all wet and in a heap of laughter. This was how it should be. Always.