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Title: "Padfoot, Docteur D'amour" Ch.21"…Ever after"

Synopsis: Ch. Twenty-one of twenty. Harry gets a chance to live.

Previously…

Harry vanished the ropes holding him to his weapon, and cast Quietus and numbing charms on his right shoulder, he'd have a while before he could use it again.

It was a testament to all the dark rituals and ceremonies he had endured that Tom wasn't dead, writhing around on the lance, stuck to the ground. This was a delay. He raised his wand to Potter, who would die now if he hadn't already.

"Aveda Kedavra!"

"Reducto!"

Their spells met in the middle and connected, forming a beam between them. Beads began to form in the beam and then as the beads finally touched Voldemort's wand, ghostly beings emerged from the twin of Harry's wand. Dumbledore and Mr. Dirwood were the first but not the last.

"Oh my boy…" Albus sighed.

"When it's over, you know what to do right?" Kirby asked. Harry nodded "Good," the ghost replied.

His parents appeared, they smiled at him then turned towards their murderer. The ghosts all attacked Tom, causing his wand to fly in the air, Harry grabbed it deftly in his left hand.

Voldemort, disarmed, unaided, ran through and held to the berm only laughed. "Do you think this is the end of me? I am immortal, forever, there are none who can outlast me."

"Yeah, right," Harry said, then raised Susan's wand and called out "Incendio!" The defenders and the Deatheaters who had recovered watched as Voldemort burned. Suddenly, a great plume of oily black smoke arose, laughing from his corpse.

"Please die," Harry said, "Soul jars are old school, time to roll with the new, Emdeekay!" A beam of black light burst from Harry's wand and the wraith stopped laughing, until two shackles appeared on his arms then connected to chains which extended into the distance and he began laughing again.

Harry turned and called out "Accio wands!" then turned and before the wraith knew what was happening had called out "Emdeekay!" again only this time with both of the brother wands, plus Dumbledore's(which gave him a warm feeling as he touched it) and Susan's. The four beams hit the monster and began running down the chains from the two shackles.

Voldemort could feel it happening, as the American death curse did it's dirty business and caused anything magical it touched to destroy itself. The chains that appeared with the shackles soon disappeared and then finally for the last time, Tom Riddle haunted the earth.

And then he was no more.

Harry turned around to deal with the Deatheaters only to find them stunned and bound by Professor Lupin and the girls. Bellatrix Lestrange just crumbled to her knees as the ropes from Luna's wand wrapped her, her Lord a mudblood, and now defeated, dead. The ensuing stunner from Fleur was a kindness.

Hannah stumbled forward grabbed Harry. They leaned on each other. He kissed her forehead and took a short hit of her shampoo. "It's over," he told her, "well, my part of it is at least."

"You are never leaving my sight again." She said. Harry smiled, that sounded all right to him.

And Now, The Epilogue

Harry stood there holding Hannah as the corpse of his bitter enemy burned. Remus Lupin had conjured a sheet and Dumbledore had been wrapped in it. The smell and the smoke began to make people's eyes water.

Amelia and Shacklebolt set to aiding the Charms professor, who would spend the rest of his life glad he had been able to see the end of Voldemort. His mother made a portkey and the Professor and Auror disappeared.

Three figures emerged from the haze, Pansy Parkinson and Cedric Diggory walked slowly as they carried Ron Weasley at his shoulders. Alice Longbottom began to see to the boy as her husband and the others turned to find out what had happened inside the school during the crisis.

Harry made to work his way towards the new arrrivals but his knees buckled immediately and he fell to the ground.

"Woah!," he said as Hannah sat down and took his head in her lap. "I don't feel so good."

"I'm not shocked Harry," Remus said, "you cast a powerful spell with four different wands simultaneously, I'd be shocked if you weren't a little exhausted."

"Four wands at once?" Cedric asked, "Good going Potter!"

"Glad to see you're all right Cedric," Harry said slowly.

"Yeah, it was close though, that new medi-witch killed Madam Pomfrey and would've done me too but then these two showed up and all heck broke loose!" the older boy explained.

"Ron broke his leg when we fell over the back of the stands, we were just trying to get some help." Pansy said almost apologetically.

"As long as you were in a position to help and you did it's all right." Harry said with a yawn.

"What happened here?" Ron asked.

"Harry killed Voldemort." Hannah said.

"With that four wand spell? Brilliant!" Ron said, smiling as he took Pansy's hand, "Now we can all get on with our lives." She squeezed his hand and smiled back.

"Don't mind if I do." Harry said as sleep finally claimed him.

The Present Day…

The Potter family lived in a modest, for the area, six bedroom manor home on Euclid Avenue in St. Louis, Missouri. The children were all just short of spoiled but had a sense of what was important that others respected.

Their home was headquarters for them and their friends, especially those whose parents weren't still together. The other children marveled at the dynamic between the Potter parents, Harry and Hannah. Mr. Potter might often be found chasing Mrs. Potter around the house.

The two girls agreed with their friends that their father was indeed handsome and understood if one of their girlfriends was crushing on their dad. They adored him, too. He never missed anything they were doing, games, recitals, all of it.

The two boys agreed that if any of their friends mentioned more than once how pretty their mother was he would not be welcomed back. They loved their mom, but she was a girl. They were proud though, that everyone agreed she was the best team/room mom around.

Harry and Hannah never fought and could never be played against each other. Harry let Hannah have her way with most everything, given the wonderful life she had given him. He would only put his foot down on the rarest of occasions, when he did, she accepted it.

The children warned their friends that even if they needed to find Harry or Hannah and they had looked every where else they should never look in their parent's room. Henry, the oldest, was still traumatized by seeing his parents kissing like that.

The twins; Eric and Hally(fraternal), and their older brother had grown up so far almost upset with just how normal their lives were. Their father left the same times every day and came home the same time. Their mother, who stayed at home, prepared the nearly same lunches and their afternoons were spent usually in the same way.

Yes, their parents had an incurable love of Mexican food, but they were boring. Their dad would giggle every day when he reported to their mother that in fact nothing had happened that day, the same as the nothing that happened every day.

It was only now that they began to notice the inconsistencies in their home. Their mother seemed to be a clothes horse and always was dressed fashionably, but never went shopping and had almost nothing in her closet.

They had taken the map out and checked according to the metro link schedule there was no way their father could leave when he did and arrive at his totally boring job on time.

Their mother always had enough food for who ever showed up for dinner, no matter how many, without ever going to the store more than once a week. Everything was always clean but their mother never acted like she was tired or complained about a lack of time like other parents they had met.

Their father had never gotten a haircut….ever. The lawn never grew either, it was always green and always the same height, he had laughed when Henry had asked for chores to do for an increase in his allowance.

People would often show up from back in England, their parents homeland, and want to talk to their father for some reason. Dad was smart but he was a bean counting, pencil pushing, worker bee, yet they acted like he important somehow. These people would often look at the kids weird.

Gramma and Grampa Black were weirder still. How he had landed Gramma, no one knew. Why they had named their uncle 'Antares' was another mystery. People acted like Grampa was important too, their Gramma they could see, she exuded inchargeness, but Grampa was a goof. Yet Grampa was always complaining about people blocking this or that.

Uncle Remus was the headmaster of the school they'd all go to eventually, he, his wife Emmeline, and cousin James seemed normal. So did Aunt Hermione, Uncle Neville and their daughter, Susan.

They seldom saw their mom's folks, though Grampa Joe visited in the summer with their Aunt Sarah, who like Uncle Antares was their age. She and their mom got along better as she got older. It wasn't hard to tell their Gramma Abbot did not like their dad and it made their mom sad.

Aunt Luna was another weird one, though they loved her dearly, they felt bad for her dates. She seemed to delight in bringing unworthy guys home for their father to tear apart. He could almost look into their eyes and see their every flaw. Sometimes, if he was extra unworthy, she'd call ahead so the kids could set up hiding spots to watch and then there'd be a game night for everyone. Uno and Chinese checkers were very popular.

She also had been adopted by Gramma and Grampa who were Blacks, but she was named a Potter like their dad. The kids though, after seeing her cry the first time, had never asked but the once about her birth parents.

Two things had happened to set their parents off further, one, Henry had reminded them that his eleventh birthday was approaching, which always caused their parents to often stare at each other for minutes on end and then hug a lot.

The second was an invite from Aunt Hermione to their ten year reunion, even though they hadn't actually stayed around for their last year and had left and gotten married as soon as their dad had turned seventeen.

He had only stayed that long due to some endorsement contract he signed which required him to play that game the British watched for four years either in school or turn pro.

Getting that bit of info out of Aunt Luna hadn't prevented the kids from poking further and discovering to Henry's horror that it was less than six months from their anniversary to his January birthday.

All that was on their minds one day when their father called them into the library and began to tell them a story…

Later…

Harry and Hannah stood on the platform as Henry carried his trunk on the train, eschewing his father's aid. The boy was serious about being seen as his own person and not Harry Jr.

They weren't really concerned, Antares(Terry), Sarah, and Portia would keep an eye on him. That plus the warding Harry and Luna had done on the hidden passages over the summer. Hannah had flatly refused to see any of the children be given the cloak or the map, Harry couldn't disagree.

They stopped and talked to Fleur and Cedric whose first born was also starting school, Marc seemed like a nice boy. Harry's remaining fellow champions worked for Gringotts and seemed very happy.

Everyone was invited to Peverell Hall, the rebuilt Potter family home, to enjoy the remains of Henry's going away party. Harry wrapped his arms around his wife and the soon to be newest Potter, Ron and Pansy had asked if he was trying to out Weasley the Weasley's.

"No," Hannah said, "This one was a surprise, the move made things hectic."

"Yes," Harry said, "Potter addition may be a slower process than Weasley multiplication but its just as sure a one." Everyone laughed and agreed that the more Potters, the merrier. Harry turned around as he heard a flash to find a grown up Colin shooting away with his camera, though he seemed more interested in Luna now than Harry.

Harry half wondered if this was as good as life gets and realized he was perfectly fine if it was. He looked down at his wife, who he still sometimes wondered what she could see in him, but his lesson learned, he was always grateful she did.

"Thank you for everything Hannah." he whispered in her ear.

"You're welcome Harry," she said turning around in his arms and pulling him down for a kiss, "let's go home."

Which they did.