Fifteen years later...

You unlocked the door to your house and let yourself in, relishing in its warmth. It was Christmas time, colder than any other year you could remember. You walked to the fire, holding your hands in front of you and rubbing them together. You scanned your mantel and saw a new card had been added. Picking it up, you smiled at Abbie and Ernest. Abbie was holding their 2 year old son's hand and waving it at the camera, while Ernest was making funny faces to get him to smile. You chuckled, placing it alongside the other holiday cards you had received. Your eyes glanced over the rest of the framed pictures there, reliving the memories. There you were on your wedding day, posing with Ernest, your Man of Honor. You were trying to pin his boutonniere on, accidentally pricking him in the process. There you were graduating from Hogwarts, smiling with your parents and winking into the camera. There you were with Abigail, arms around one another, sticking your tongues out and laughing.

Finally, you let your eyes wander to your favorite photograph of all. It was taken during your 7th year at Hogwarts. Ernest and you were laughing, taking turns making silly faces, trying to outdo each other. Abigail was to his right, doing her best to look disapproving, nudging Ernest with her elbow. To your left, looking at you and grinning broadly, was Newt. It was so long ago, but your body still warmed at the sight of him. You sighed.

All of the sudden you felt arms hug you from behind, and you tilted your head as your husband kissed your neck.

"Reliving the past?" He queried, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck and looking at the photographs. You chuckled.

"Yes. Back when I was young and beautiful…"

"You still are," he said simply, as if it were fact. You turned your head, kissing the side of his mouth.

"I miss Hogwarts," you said wistfully, returning your gaze to the photographs. He moved his hand down, splaying it over your swollen belly.

"You'll be able to relive your Hogwarts days soon enough," he said, smiling into your neck. "We'll be back on Platform 9 ¾ in no time."

"Don't rush her," you chided, putting your hand over his. "She's not even born yet." He smiled and kissed your temple. "I wonder what she'll be like…" You mused. He hummed.

"Hopefully she's better than you were at potions."

"Hey," you said, turning to face him. "I think I got pretty good there, at the end." Newt didn't say anything, choosing to lean down and kiss you softly instead.

"Maybe she'll even be a Hufflepuff…" he said. You raised a brow at him.

"Don't push your luck, Scamander." He laughed, kneeling down and pressing his ear to your belly. You threaded your fingers through his hair.

"Little one," he said softly, "can you kick for me?" You felt her move inside you at his voice.

"Already training her?" You asked him, grinning. Newt smiled up at you.

"I just want to make sure she knows my voice," he said, placing a kiss above your navel. You watched him stand and walk to the kitchen. "Tea?" He offered.

"Please," you said, following him. You settled yourself onto a stool at the kitchen counter. "So, where are we off to next?" Newt glanced at you, filling the kettle with water.

"How would you feel about our daughter being born in Romania?" He asked. "There's a colony of dragons there I'd very much like to see."

"Romania," you mused. You put a hand on your belly and smiled. "I hear it's nice this time of year," you joked, and Newt chuckled.

"Better pack the suitcase, then, Mrs. Scamander."

You smiled. This was bound to be a fantastic adventure indeed.