Finally here is the epilogue to A Tangled Web. (I posted three chapters all at once, so make sure you go back and read chapters 26 & 27 before reading this one.

ItsHarmony x

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~8 YEARS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Dad! Can I go flying?" 7 year old Bradley Potter shouted as he ran into the front room.

"What did your mother say about running in the house?" Harry asked his son.

"Not to do it." Bradley replied sullenly. "But can I go flying? Please Dad, please!"

"Yes. Make sure you wrap up warm though, it's freezing out there." Harry answered.

"Thanks Dad." Bradley jumped up and sped out of the room, only just managing not to run.

"I wanna go too." Harry's youngest son, Owen complained from his spot by the fireplace.

"You're too little to go flying by yourself O.B." Harry sat down on the floor next to him.

"I'm not. Mummy said I'm a big boy now." Owen pouted.

"You are. And big boys get to help Daddy make dinner." Harry said.

"Where did I just see Bradley running off too?" Hermione asked her husband.

"Flying." Owen said wistfully.

Hermione shook her head. "That little devil. I told him he wasn't allowed to go flying."

Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Now see, he neglected to mention that."

"Of course he did. He is your son after all." Hermione teased.

"You're just jealous that our sons look like just like me." Harry teased back.

Hermione rolled her eyes at his comment.

Owen frowned. "I've got brown eyes like you Mummy."

"Yes you do Sweetheart." Hermione smiled.

"So you're wrong Daddy. I'm like Mummy too." Owen grinned sheepishly.

"Mummy! Mummy! Look at me!" Harry and Hermione's 3 year old daughter, Darcy, stumbled into the room.

"You look beautiful darling." Hermione told her excited little girl.

"I'm a princess!" Darcy exclaimed.

"The prettiest princess in all the land." Harry reached out to hug her, but she dodged away from him.

"You can't mess up my hair, daddy." Darcy put her hands on her hips.

Harry pulled a serious face. " Would I do a thing like that?"

"You might." Darcy said equally as serious.

"Darcy May, your Daddy would never do that because I wouldn't let him." Hermione grinned.

"Thank You mummy. You saved my life." Darcy said dramatically.

There was incessant knocking at the front door, followed immediately by the door opening.

"It's freezing out there." Luna's voice travelled through.

"Was the fact that its snowing not a give away?" 11 year old Imogen remarked dryly.

"Alright Miss Smarty-Pants." Luna ruffled her hair.

"Little Miss Ravenclaw." Imogen grinned as they walked into the front room.

"Aunty Luna!" Darcy shouted, and ran towards her Aunt.

Luna picked her up and spun her around. "Princess Darcy."

Darcy giggled, forgetting all about her worries of her hair being messed up. "Where's Sydney?"

"Here." A small voice shouted from the hallway. "With Daddy"

"Did I hear you say it was snowing?" Hermione asked.

"It only just started Aunt Hermione." Imogen said.

Hermione walked over to the back door. " Bradley James Potter! You get in here right now."

Bradley touched down a few seconds later, and grumpily followed his mother back into the house. "Mum you're no fun."

"I don't want you flying in the snow. Besides we have guests."

"Imogens here? Great, she has to tell me all about Hogwarts." Bradley overtook his mother and looked purposefully for Imogen. "Where is she?"

"She had to talk to your Dad and Aunt Luna." Jeremy answered.

To say everyone had been surprised when Luna and Jeremy had restarted their relationship up again 4 years ago was an understatement. They'd been friends ever since Luna had found out the truth about Jeremy's part in Lukas' plan, but Jeremy had been through an extremely tough time and he went through years of counselling to overcome it. These days he's got his life back on track, and was working back at his old Law firm. He doted on his two children too. Sydney, a blonde little girl who'd just turned 2, and Adam, who was only a few months old now.

Luna and Jeremy had married a little later than Harry and Hermione, who had married when Imogen was five years old. Coincidently 9 months after their marriage, little Owen had entered the world. They hadn't been that traditional about waiting to have children until after they were married, as they already had Bradley, who then had been 2.

"What are they talking about." Bradley complained. "I wanted Immy to tell me about Hogwarts."

"She'll tell you later, Brad." Hermione levelled her gaze at her oldest son.

"Fine." Bradley rolled his eyes. "Hey Owen? Do you want to play Exploding Snap with me?"

"I want to play too." Darcy said loudly.

"Me too." Sydney giggled.

Upstairs, Imogen was sat in her bedroom that she always used when she stayed. "What's going on?"

Harry and Luna exchanged a look. "We just wanted to know how you were doing."

"With what you told me last summer?" Imogen asked.

"Yes, we know it must have been a lot to take in." Harry said.

Imogen shrugged. "I guess its weird, knowing that you guys aren't really my parents. Because to me you are. You both raised me. I mean I know you both have your own families now, with your own kids and that you don't technically have any obligation to raise me."

Luna looked startled. "Oh sweetheart, how could you think that?"

"On paper you're my Aunt, and Callie's my mother." Imogen explained. "But I don't live with her because she has medical problems."

"That isn't entirely true." Harry answered.

"It's not?" Imogen asked confused.

"When you were a baby. Callie was in a coma, and they were almost positive that she'd never wake up. Yet they kept trying to help her, but in preparation for the possibility that we might lose her. We adopted you."

"So I am Imogen Potter? For real?" Imogen asked warily.

"For real." Luna stifled a grin.

"That's great. I mean, I love Aunt Callie you know I do. But she isn't my Mum, you are. And that crazy man isn't my dad." Imogen smiled.

"This crazy man is instead." Harry joked, though he was glad that Imogen didn't remember anything about when she'd been kidnapped when she was a toddler.

Imogen put her arms around both Harry and Luna. "I love you guys."

"Ditto." Harry pinched her cheek, like he used to when she was little.

Imogen turned serious. "I know you told me about what happened to Aunt Callie when I was a baby, but I just don't understand."

Luna and Harry exchanged a look.

"She didn't want me?" Imogen looked hurt.

"Ims it's not that at all." Harry protested.

"You don't have to try and make me feel better, Dad." Imogen stood up and walked to the doorway.

"Why don't you sit down and talk to Callie about it?" Harry suggested.

"Maybe." Imogen shook her hair out. "I better get downstairs, I'm sure Brad wants to know everything there is to know about Hogwarts."

"Daddy!" Darcy called up the stairs.

"What is it Darce?" Harry called back.

"I want my hug now!" Darcy demanded.

Imogen raised an eyebrow at her father, who laughed. "She wouldn't let me hug her earlier in case I messed up her hair."

Luna laughed. "She really is a little Princess isn't she."

"Don't I know it." Harry agreed. "We'll be there in a second, sweetie."

"Mum?" Imogen asked.

"Yes Love?" Luna turned to her daughter.

"Is Aunt Callie coming today? It's just that I-well I haven't seen her since you and Dad told me about everything." Imogen twirled a lock of her round her finger.

"She should be here a bit later." Luna tucked Imogens hair behind her ear. "Don't worry."

"I'm just a little nervous. I know she's my Aunt and all, that hasn't changed but now I know the truth, how do I act around her?"

"Just be yourself Ims." Harry put an arm round her shoulder and hugged her.

"I'll try." Imogen grinned suddenly, and ran toward the landing. "Hey Bradley! Want to know about Hogwarts?"

Bradley appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "Yes! Yes! Hurry up Immy!"

Imogen laughed. "You're too impatient. Maybe I shouldn't tell you know, and make you wait until you get to go."

"That's ages away! You can't do that to me!" Bradley looked horrified at the thought.

"Alright, calm down. Lets go in the dining room and I'll tell you everything." Imogen smiled at her half-brother.

"Wicked." Bradley raced toward the dining room before Imogen had taken two steps down the stairs.

The door opened at just that moment, revealing Callie.

Imogen faltered for one second as she stared at her biological mother, but she quickly recovered and continued toward the room where she could hear Bradley pacing anxiously.

"Hi Aunt Callie." Imogen beamed as she walked past.

"Hello love." Callie smiled.

"Callie! You made it!" Luna exclaimed from the top of the stairs.

"Of course I did." Callie hugged her sister tight when they were close enough.

"We told Imogen." Luna whispered in her ear.

Callie bit her lip." You did? How-How did she take it?"

"Pretty well considering." Harry admitted. "She might want to talk to you about it though."

"She must think I'm a right selfish old cow." Callie shook her head.

"She does not. She knows what happened to you back then and she understands why we all did what we did." Harry answered vehemently.

"I'd hate me if I were her." Callie muttered. "I don't regret it. When I first woke up and found out she was 2 years old, it terrified me that I'd missed so much of my little girls life already. But then a part of me realised, she wasn't really mine anymore she was yours and I couldn't take her away from you, especially after everything that happened with Lukas and seeing how much she missed the two of you."

"Cal-" Harry started but was interrupted by Darcy stomping into the hallway.

"Daddy, come on!" She reached for his hand and pulled as hard as she could. "You promised!"

"I did, didn't I." Harry scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the living room as she squealed in delight.

Callie and Luna followed them in. Sydney made a beeline for Callie as soon as she saw her.

"Auntie Cal-ee. Come play!"

Callie sat down on the floor with Sydney and Owen and joined in with the two young childrens game of Exploding Snap.

As they played, Hermione gestured for the other adults to follow her into the kitchen.

"I thought you'd want to know that there's a chance that Ron might be being released on good behaviour in the next couple of weeks." Hermione revealed somewhat warily. "I don't think he'd bother any of us, but it's worth knowing."

Jeremy cleared his throat. "Otherwise it might have caused quite a shock seeing him wandering around the streets."

"Exactly. To be perfectly honest, I think he learnt his lesson - what did he get in the end? Nothing." Hermione said quietly.

"Lukas was the ringleader in all of it anyway, and we know for sure that he'll never bother any of us again." Jeremy agreed.

Luna shivered. "I'll never forget the day we saw him get the Kiss. Terrifying."

No-one said anything for a few moments as they all remembered the day that Lukas Bartlett had been given the Dementors Kiss. There had been no trial, much as there had been with Sirius Black, but at least this time the correct culprit was punished.

"It all worked out for us though." Harry broke the silence. "Ten years ago, did you ever think we'd be where we are now?"

Hermione laughed. "No, I was still working up the courage to return to England. I certainly didn't think I'd end up married, to you of all people and with 3-4 children." She nudged Harry playfully.

"Luna and I were getting over being held hostage by a madman." Harry said without thinking. His eyes widened as he realised what he'd said. "Sorry mate."

It's okay. Ten years ago I was well on my way to crazy Ville." Jeremy said with a shrug, showing the others that he was no longer plagued by the horrible things his brother had made him do.

"Now are we going out to dinner or what?" Harry asked.

"I thought you were going to cook?" Hermione looked sideways at him.

"I changed my mind. We'll go out, to celebrate Imogen home for Christmas from her first year at Hogwarts."

"Really?" Imogen said happily.

"Can we go the The Leaky Cauldron?" Owen looked up from his cards.

"We'll go somewhere nicer than that O.B." Hermione grinned at her youngest son.

"Lets go then!" Owen jumped up and ran toward Hermione. "Immy you choose."

Imogen thought for a moment. "The Flying Horse." She decided.

"Great choice." Callie said approvingly.

Half an hour later, the Potters and Bartletts were seated around a large oval table near the corner of 'The Flying Horse' restaurant.

"Imogen said that in History of Magic, we get to learn about you Dad, is it true?" Bradley asked. Ever since they had left the house he had been asking incessant questions about Hogwarts, wanting to know more than what Imogen had already told him.

"You'll have to wait and see wont you." Harry answered evasively. He hated the fact that his life was now part of the curriculum at Hogwarts, and he didn't particularly want to talk about it even to his own son.

"I guess." Bradley said grumpily. "Three more years till I get to go."

"And you'll be graduating before I know it." Hermione added.

"When I go, I'm going to be on the Quidditch team just like Daddy." Owen grinned.

"Is that so?" Harry grinned back,

"Yeah. I'll be the bestest!"

"I have no doubt that you will, sweetheart." Hermione said, before placing her order with the waitress.

"What about you baby girl? Are you going to be on the Quidditch team like Daddy too?" Harry asked his youngest.

Darcy frowned. "No way. I'm going to be just like Mummy! Cos she's the smartest!"

"Aw, thank you Sweetie." Hermione brushed Darcys hair back.

"Just like my Mum" Imogen grinned at Luna, and then shot a glance at Callie.

Callie smiled back at her. She had been worried that Imogen wouldn't know how to act around her after finding out she was biologically hers. Or even that, though not intentionally, she had given her up as a baby and even when given the chance to take her daughter back she decided against it. It wasn't that she didn't love Imogen, she did, with all her heart. But that day that Lukas had been captured, she'd seen the looks on Luna and Harry's faces when they were reunited with Imogen. They were her real parents. They'd raised her for the 2 years that Callie had been comatose, and there was no way that Callie would ever be able to replace that. Imogen never knew her as a mother, only as an Aunt. Deep down that hurt, but she knew she'd done what was best.

Not the best ending I know, forgive me? But thank you to everybody who read and reviewed, and stuck with this story throughout its sporadic updating schedule. Again, Thank You! ItsHarmony x