A/N-And here it is! 445 word document pages, with 34 pages of stuff I edited out of the story (but archived at the end), document created May 1, 2017 and finished October 30, 2019. 125,159 minutes of editing time (about 87 days) later, I present to you the final chapter/epilogue.

Guys, I've never finished a story before. I've started a lot of stories over the decades, but never posted or finished them. I usually have a hard time plotting/outlining multi-chapter, multi-character stories or get burned out. This is just a pretty big deal for me and I feel so proud and satisfied with how it turned out. THANK YOU for reading, commenting, the favorites, follows, and kudos!

Elizabeth looked up from her notebook and stacks of books, smilingly sweetly as her favorite teacher approached.

"Diligent as ever, Ms. Bretton. How's the studying going?" Hermione asked as she pulled out a chair.

"Good, just trying to get this final essay finished for Professor Clark and then onto studying for final exams." Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. Books, notebooks, and sheets of paper covered the library table.

"This is a familiar sight," Hermione smiled, surveying the table with nostalgia. "I heard you selected a university."

Elizabeth's eyes snapped up to meet Hermione's and she grinned so big her cheeks became little round rosy balls. "Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you." She put her quill down, her expression growing serious. "It's a muggle university."

"So I've heard."

"Well I did that internship with Ms. Chang last summer and I really liked it. She told me about the program to become a counselor and that she could write me a recommendation letter. I just want to help people but I have no interest in being a mediwitch or healer." Elizabeth pulled a face.

"I think that's a great choice for you!" Hermione gushed, her heart feeling like it was going to burst with joy.

Cho, Hermione, and others in the Muggle Liaison Department had worked tirelessly on building and implementing the program Elizabeth mentioned. They had to start from scratch, since there was absolutely no one trained in counseling in the wizarding world, which meant that they had to work with muggle counselors and enroll in muggle universities, at least until there were enough people in the wizarding world to train each other. This required delicate maneuvering, the muggles had to be carefully sought out and vetted; they needed to be able to build an understanding and work well with witches and wizards. Most of the muggles Cho recruited were family members of muggle-born or half blood witches and wizards, which helped create a safe space for the two groups to learn from each other.

"Thanks," Elizabeth grinned again. "Telling my dad was…interesting. He wasn't necessarily opposed to the idea of me going to a muggle university. But…I think he's just really nervous. I mean, back in his day, they hardly ever cared about Muggle Studies in school. He said he was raised to be afraid of what they'd think of us."

"Does he still feel that way, even after you talked to him?" Hermione asked gently.

Elizabeth tilted her head, giving a small shrug. "I think a little bit. But he said he wants to support me in whatever I choose to do. And he agrees that there should be some type of counseling for magic born. He said he's never felt like he's truly grieved for my mum and he didn't know how."

Hermione reached out and squeezed the 7th year's arm encouragingly. "You are going to make a huge difference in the wizarding community. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Professor," Elizabeth beamed.

Other changes and reforms were underway in the wizarding world, most of which were spearheaded by Hermione and Harry. They worked alongside both the wizard and muggle ministries and with Cho to create an Assembly of Representatives that would coordinate and work alongside the muggle parliament.

The members of this assembly would have a five year term limit. The representatives ran on political party-like agendas, but the main goal of this assembly was to give better representation to the different categories of wizardkind. The assembly had to have two muggle born, two half-blood, and two pure blood representatives. Elections for three of the six positions occurred every two and a half years, so that there were always three "veterans" serving. And though it still reinforced lineage and "blood" distinctions between wizards and witches, it was a starting point for their community in order to build a safer and better communicative world alongside the muggle government in Great Britain. Other nations also began to reform their governments in similar ways too.

By the time Hermione reached the age of 80, the Goblin Bill of Rights had been established, which gave them suffrage and the right to own a wand after centuries of struggle, there were legal protections for Centaurs, and the Wizard Assembly to the British Paliament had done away with the "muggle born, half blood, and pure blood" distinctions altogether. Those elected were now elected through merit and political goals.

Though, Hermione still would have liked to see the house elves freed.

"What are you brewing?" Six-year-old Augie stood in the doorway, watching his father shyly. His voice was curious and there was a longing in his eyes, a desperation to be near his father. He revered his father. His father was somber, stately, dignified, lofty. In Augie's eyes, he was majestic.

"I am brewing some Immunoelixir for St. Mungo's. They ran out last night," Snape replied quietly, as he rolled stinging nettle seeds through his fingers, sprinkling them slowly into the steaming cauldron with graceful movements of his fingers. He finally turned towards his son, raising his eyebrows.

"Can I help?" Augie asked cautiously.

Snape clenched his jaw, knowing full well that letting a six-year-old help with such a temperamental and important potion could turn out very badly.

He didn't want to be bothered with questions.

Or slowed down in his routine.

But the look in his son's eyes chipped away at his solid determination to remain aloof and undisturbed.

"You may," Snape responded slowly. "But you must promise me that you will follow my directions and only do what I allow you to do. This is a very important potion," he stressed.

"I will." Augie climbed up onto one of the stools and glanced over the supplies carefully organized and laid out on the counter.

"Hand me that mortar and pestle, please" Snape pointed. Augie followed his gaze.

"The little bowl?"

"Yes."

Augie passed it to him with great care and caution, his eyes wide and his mouth set with determination not to drop the tools. "What's it for?"

"I have to crush and grind four beetles using it."

"Cool," Augie leaned his arms on the counter in anticipation.

"Very," Snape replied, deciding to indulge his son, even though the task was mundane.

"Can I crush them?"

"They are very difficult to crush and grind because their shells are so hard."

"Oh," disappointed dripped from Augie's voice, his shoulders slumping.

"But you can squeeze the juice of this bouncing spider into the cauldron if you're not too scared to touch it."

Augie immediately perked up. "I'm not scared," he said proudly, although his eyes did widen with trepidation when Snape handed him the rather large, yet dead, spider.

"Squeeze very hard, we must get as much juice in there as possible."

Augie held his breath as he squeezed. "It's gross."

"Yes, but it boosts one's immunity."

"What does that mean?" he squeezed again as the deflated spider continued to drip.

"It makes you healthier and less likely to get sick in the future."

"I guess spiders aren't all bad. There. Did I do it right?"

"Let's see." Snape gave it one final squeeze. "It would seem so."

Augie beamed. "Now what?"

Snape dropped the beetle dust into the cauldron and began to stir. "Give me a minute, I need to mix these ingredients and then we can move on to the next step."

Augie watched with fascination as his father stirred with precise motions. The contents in the cauldron burped and sizzled. Augie could feel the heat, but he restrained himself from leaning too far forward; he absolutely did not want to upset his father and have to leave his laboratory. Augie worshipped the ground his father walked on and the laboratory was the holy place. He needed to act like a saint to prove to his father he was mature enough to help him.

"Now, let's have those fairy wings," Snape motioned. Augie passed them and drew in a sharp breath when Snape dropped all three in, one by one, which caused a pale swirl of blue, green, purple, and pink to rise from the cauldron.

"Wow," Augie breathed.

"Indeed." Snape tried to hide a smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched nonetheless.

"Two more ingredients and then I let it simmer for 8 hours."

"That's a long time!" Augie exclaimed.

"No, son, it's not long at all. Some potions I make take days."

"Wow," Augie repeated, flabbergasted.

"It's time to add 3 millimeters of infused wormwood."

Augie didn't know what that meant, but he jumped down from the stool to get closer to his father.

"Can I pour it in?" he asked when he saw his father handling the liquid substance.

"This is a very important and potentially dangerous step. I think I should do it."

"Oh."

Augie held his chin high, trying to hide his disappointment, but his father still sensed it. Snape sighed. Better foster the boy's curiosity and let him learn while it's still under my control, he thought. He had no idea what dunderhead would end up teaching Potions at Hogwarts in the future, though at this point, Hermione was still teaching it. Hermione will be so proud that I'm encouraging and nurturing him, he thought smugly.

"I will hold the measuring cylinder while you pour, but you have to pour slowly. The measurement has to be precise and I don't want all of this spilling on the floor. It's very expensive and can be hard to acquire."

"I will," Augie promised, his hands already raised and eager to hold the jar of infused wormwood.

"We're going to fill it to this line. Look at it carefully," Snape instructed.

Augie tipped the jar. 1 millimeter. 2 millimeters. 3 millimeters. 3.4 millimeters.

"Stop," Snape said, restraining the snarl in his tone. He took the wormwood from his son.

"Do you see where you went past the line I told you to stop at?"

"Yes," Augie's bottom lip quivered. "I tried to stop but it just kept coming out."

"I need you to understand why these measurements are so important. If there's too much wormwood, this potion can actually make people very sick and die."

"But it's supposed to make them healthy," Augie protested.

"Yes, but the opposite happens if you don't measure everything exactly as it says in the brew instructions. Do you understand?"

Augie nodded. "I'm sorry, father."

"Just remember this next time you help me." Snape held the cylinder up to the light and then proceeded to readjust the measurement and pour the excess back into the jar from whence it came.

"Oh, there you are!" Hermione exclaimed as she rushed into the room. "I'm sorry, he got away from me." She gave her husband an apologetic look before turning to her son. "Honey, you know what I said about distracting your father while he's working."

"It's alright," Snape said quietly, peering into the cauldron.

"Really?" Hermione asked, searching her husband's indecipherable face for any clues as to how he actually felt about having Augie in his workspace. Snape only gave a slight nod, his hair brushing across his cheeks as he poured the 3 millimeters of infused wormwood into the cauldron.

"He's teaching me the…uh…what's it called again?" Augie glanced at his father quizzically.

"Immunoelixir."

Hermione flushed, hiding her smile behind her hand as she watched her son climb back up onto the stool beside his father. In her eyes, this scene was perfection.

"We're almost done," Augie explained to his mother matter-of-factly, "right father?"

"With the ingredient phase, yes. But it will have to set."

"Well, once it's done, come find me. Harry and Ginny want to have dinner with us in Hogsmeade."

"Ok, mum!" Augie called out cheerfully.

Hermione took one last glance at father and son, their backs turned to her, heads bowed together, before turning to leave.

Draco shrugged back into his dress robe, happy to be done for the day and ready for a whiskey neat and some silence. For whatever reason, the bank had been busy nonstop the last few days. Customers, loan signings, foreign businessmen and women, and investors alike had been keeping everyone that worked at Gringotts on their feet and preoccupied. Draco was exhausted.

He grabbed his briefcase and nodded goodbye to the secretary who sat outside his office and a goblin who hobbled past him grumbling as he surveyed some papers. Gringotts was closed, but not everyone had finished their work for the day.

The doorman and security goblin waved him off, closing and locking the door behind him. Draco heard the clanking of the chains, but knew that inside they were reinforcing the locks with magic.

"Draco," a female voice said hesitantly.

The setting sun momentarily blinded him and he squinted at the dark figure from which the voice came. It was her shoulder length, perfectly coifed hair that he recognized first, even before registering her voice. Mostly because her voice was quiet and softer than he remembered.

"Hi," he replied, a little shocked. "Hi," he repeated, this time rushing up to her. "How are you, are you alright?" He looked her over.

She nodded, swallowing nervously. "I-I am. I'm…done with parole now. I still have some community service, but I'm…"

"Wow," he breathed. "That's great. I'm glad."

Pansy drew in a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah."

An awkward silence ensued and Pansy fidgeted nervously.

"I don't want to hold you up. I just wanted to say thank you in person."

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "For what?"

"For advocating for me. I know it's because of you and Snape that I didn't get punished the same as the rest of them." She folded her arms across her chest.

"Well…you also didn't do as much as them either."

She shrugged and looked away, down the street at a young mother and her children who emerged from a store.

"Well…anyway…I just wanted to thank you."

"You're welcome," Draco replied solemnly.

"I should get go-"

"-Where are you staying?" They both started at the same time.

"I still have Theo's house…Gallagher is with me. But I'm going to sell it. It's too weird there. I just couldn't until…well you know, now."

"Yeah," Draco breathed.

The awkward silence resumed again.

"Well…bye," she tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at him shyly. She was subdued, it was a completely different side of her that Draco had never seen.

"Would you like to get something to eat? Are you allowed to do that?"

"Yes I am. Now. As of today." She gave him a small smile. "And yes, I would."

"Great. I'm starving. Work has been incredibly busy and I haven't had a chance to eat anything today." He pointed down the cobblestone street. "There's a new restaurant that's really good."

She nodded, her hair bouncing. He ushered her towards the restaurant, the pair walking towards the creamy blend of yellow, orange, and pink hues of the sunset.

Eliana zoomed past Augie, nearly knocking him over with the force of her body and broom.

"Geeze, Ellie, could you do that somewhere else? I'm trying to read!" Augie complained.

"Sorry but I gotta get my practice in!" Ellie shouted as she few back towards him again, this time making a wide circle around him.

"We're still two years out from getting our Hogwarts letters and besides, they hardly ever let first years play on the teams anyway." Augie sounded almost entirely like his mother at a young age. He didn't even look up from the pages of his book.

"Yeah, well, they let my dad play his first year," she bragged.

Augie rolled his eyes and continued reading.

"You ever gonna get your head out of that book?" Ellie teased. "You know, you could use some flying practice."

"I don't like flying," he mumbled.

"How do you know? You've only tried once!"

"I just know," he insisted.

"Ok, bye!" she zoomed off.

Augie looked up, watching her wistfully.

"Will you still be my friend if we end up in different houses?" Augie tried to sound nonchalant, but both hope and dread clung to his tone. They sat in their compartment, watching the Scottish land pass by as the train headed for Hogwarts. Though Augie had spent a lot of time at Hogwarts already, his parents had told him that he had to have the experience of entering the train station through platform 9 ¾. He had watched Eliana run through first, her red hair flying through the air before taking a more cautious approach.

Eliana gave him a fierce look, her bright green eyes flashing. "Augustine Ronald Granger Snape, what is wrong with you?!"

He shrank back.

"You are my very best friend in the entire world," she continued emphatically, "and you think I'd stop being friends with you after all this time just because we end up in different houses?"

"No," he said meekly. Though they were the same height both sitting and standing, it felt like she towered over him whenever she became as passionate and fierce as she was at that moment. It happened often. Ellie Potter was fiercely passionate about a good deal many things.

Later that evening, they stood with the other first years, shuffling their feet anxiously while the older students watched with anticipation; more specifically anticipating the feast rather than their new housemates.

Between the two, Ellie was called first, because while Augie had both his parents' last names, Granger was given as a middle name.

She took the stairs and sat on the chair like a queen ready for her coronation. Augie smirked. The Sorting Hat mumbled, grumbling about another Potter at the school and "worst of all-half Weasley too," before yelling out "Gryffindor!" Ellie winked and squeezed Augie's hand as she passed by, heading towards the table where Gryffindor prefect Victorie Weasley stood, clapping her hands enthusiastically.

Augie sat down more timidly when his time came, his eyes anxious. His mother and father no longer worked at Hogwarts. Hermione had left two years prior to work for the Ministry again and Snape resigned the previous July, taking up a potioneer position at St. Mungo's. They had both decided it would be better for the family if they didn't work at Hogwarts while Augie attended. He wished they were there, though, even just to smile at him across the room.

The Sorting Hat was quieter on his head than with the other first years. Finally it "hmm'd." Augie's anxiety spiked.

"Ravenclaw!" it announced. Augie immediately felt relieved and satisfied. It just felt right. He passed Ellie and she beamed at him. "It's bloody perfect for you!" she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. Augie grinned sheepishly, a tinge of a blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Shhhh, they're coming! They'll hear you!"

The group huddled inside a parlor room decorated with party ornaments and a large "Welcome Back" banner strung up behind them.

"Oww, you stepped on my foot, Artie," Victorie complained, throwing her younger brother a dirty look. He gave her an exasperated look, hissing "sorry."

"SHHHHHH!"

Everyone stilled, holding their breath. They could hear the sound of children chattering happily and the faint, airy voice of their mother.

5-year-old Ronnie began to totter forward, eager to greet the children beyond the door, before Harry pulled him back, wrapping his arms around his auburn haired son. "Wait," he whispered gently in his ear, squatting down to his son's height.

The door swung open leading to a resounding "SURPRISE!" and "WELCOME BACK!" as several very blonde children bounded through with wide eyes and large smiles. Neville stood frozen at the door, looking like he'd seen Voldemort, back from the dead.

"Oh how wonderful!" Luna gushed, as she pushed through the door with two babies, a boy and a girl, perched on each hip.

"You scared the living daylights out of me," Neville finally caught his breath. Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug.

"What a lovely surprise," Luna kissed Hermione's cheeks, passing one of the babies off to Ginny who instantly began cooing and making faces to entertain the little one.

"Is this to be our new home, mummy?" a girl with waist length feathery blonde hair looked up at Luna with large blue eyes.

"Yes, Willow. This is our new home and our friends have come to welcome us into it!"

"Sage, Linden, you remember Harry and Ginny and Hermione right?" Neville tried to redirect the attention of his sons who happened to be literally bouncing off the walls with energy.

"We remember!" declared one of the blonde boys, Linden, who was now dragging Harry and Ginny's other son, Sirius, across the room to play with them.

"Where's Acacia?" Luna looked around as the voices of all the children rose in volume, nearly swallowing up the adult's conversations.

"Oh, she's already slipped away with Eliana and Ruby. I saw them heading upstairs," Hermione nodded at the staircase. Acacia Longbottom was two years younger than Eliana and Ruby, George and Angelina's daughter, but the three of them were close as sisters, despite distance and age.

"So many children," George looked bewildered at all the blonde headed children that had come in with Neville and Luna.

"Three sets of twins," Hermione grinned at him over her shoulder.

"I would've stopped at the first set of twins," he tittered to Angelina, who responded by lightly slapping him across the chest, giving him a look that said behave.

"It's good to see Augie hasn't changed," Luna glanced at the corner of the room where Augie sat contentedly engrossed in a book.

Hermione laughed. "Like father, like son."

"Like mother," Harry added over his shoulder, grinning at Hermione.

"No Snape?" Neville asked over the heads of rambunctious children who ran between them.

Hermione shook her head. "They needed him at the hospital today. And, well, you know, he was glad to oblige, as large gatherings have never really been his thing and still aren't."

"Ah, gotcha," Neville grinned.

"We've brought food and a few goodies to welcome you home," Ginny announced before disappearing into the kitchen. The others were quick to follow, curious enough about the goodies. Hermione glanced back at her son, still in the corner, preoccupied with his book.

"Why don't you go find the girls?" The 'girls' as in, Eliana, Acacia, and Ruby.

Augie made a "meh" sound, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. "They don't want me around."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"Ever since earlier this year at school, Eliana only wants to hang out with other girls." Augie shrugged, trying to act like he didn't care. Hermione could hear it in her son's voice, though; he did care.

"Did you guys have a fight?"

"Not that I know of," he answered, his voice filled with gloom.

"Hmm. Well I can ask Gin-"

"No, mum," Augie rolled his eyes and blushed slightly. He was 13 now and clearly embarrassed by his mum intervening in his friendships.

"Ok, ok, sorry! I'll leave you alone."

Later that afternoon, the families sat around Neville and Luna's new backyard, catching up while the kids ran around exerting energy that made the adults feel very…old. Hermione caught Ginny's eye.

"Has Ellie said anything about fighting with Augie?" Hermione asked quietly, her eyes on the girls now joined by Acacia's twin, Willow, sitting by the fence in deep conversation. Some of the younger boys would occasionally run past them throwing water, or plants, or balls at them, and getting stern looks and shrieks in return.

"No I had no idea they were fighting," Ginny followed Hermione's eye line, glancing over at the girls.

"Well, he didn't say they were fighting, but I just asked him why he wasn't hanging out with them today and he said that since earlier this year Ellie has only wanted to hang out with her girl friends. But I didn't know if something else had happened."

"Ohhhh…well," Ginny leaned in, her voice getting more hushed, although no one was listening. "She started her period just before Easter break. When she came home she was really moody and grumpy about it. She told me she felt all alone about it because she didn't have as many girl friends at school. And she felt embarrassed that her 'best friend was a boy,'" Ginny gave Hermione a look.

Hermione rolled her eyes and tsked her tongue. "She doesn't need to be embarrassed about that. My best friends were boys."

"Yes, but you didn't have a crush on either of them."

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "Wait…what?"

Ginny nodded, sitting back in satisfaction, clearly lacking any qualms about discussing her daughter's personal life. "She hasn't said for certain. But I started to notice she'd talk about him differently in her letters this year. Just more…admiringly. And at Christmas, Artie teased her about him when we were at dinner at mum's and she went completely red and got really flustered. Artie told us that everyone at school thought they were dating. And then when she came home for Easter she said she needed more girl friends now that she was 'a woman.'" Ginny bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling, but it didn't work much. Hermione just stared at her friend in shock.

"Augie never tells us any of this. We can barely get information about his classes out of him, much less his social life."

"That's all I know," Ginny shrugged, uncrossing her right leg and crossing her left over it in smug satisfaction of being an "insider" to their thirteen year olds' lives.

"I wonder if Augie has a crush on her, too." Hermione sat back, resuming her observation of the girls, who talked animatedly and giggled.

Tonks was kneeling when Teddy approached from behind. She hadn't been crying and she swore to it.

"Hey, mum," Teddy said softly. He set a wreath against one of the hard stones his mum was facing. It was decorated in orange and red ribbons and a little wooden placard that said "Chudley Canons."

"Hi, son," Tonks sniffed. She wiped at her nose.

"Chilly day," Teddy remarked, digging his hands deep inside his coat pockets and peering around the graveyard.

Silence ensued for a couple of minutes, Tonks still kneeling solemnly, and Teddy staring at the two names on the headstones.

Finally Tonks stood, several inches shorter than her son, and looked up at him. "What's this?" she grabbed his chin, admiring some neatly trimmed facial hair.

"Just an experiment," he grinned, bouncing on balls of his feet. "Do you like?"

Tonks squinted. "I'm not sure."

Teddy pouted his lower lip dramatically. "But it makes me look older."

"I don't want you to look older. I want you to look like my little boy forever." She reached out to run her fingers across the other headstone, the one without the Chudley Canons wreath, her eyes fluttering closed for just a second. Then she turned abruptly.

How's the team?" she, too, buried her hands inside her jacket.

"Oh it's looking like it will be a pretty solid season. Practices are going well." Teddy followed her, looking back at the stones momentarily.

"Oh, I didn't mean to leave so soon," she caught his look. "You can stay."

"It's alright. I want to be with you. Can I take you to dinner?"

"I'd never decline an invite from my son!"

"Well good, your choice of cuisine, my lady. Are you on later duty tonight?

"No, I'm off until Saturday."

"Perfect."

"And how's Victorie?"

"I think I've finally convinced her to marry me."

Their voices trailed off, their bodies fading away as fog set in around the graveyard and the two headstones they had just visited: Remus John Lupin and Ronald "Ron" Bilius Weasley.

"It's perfect." Hermione looked up at the new portrait hanging in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office. Her brown eyes glistened with thick, sticky tears, her gaze intense.

"Good, I'm glad you like it," Headmaster Sebastian Keighly answered, proud that the work he had commissioned pleased Hermione. "The other one hangs at St. Mungo's, yes?"

"Yes," she answered, her voice faint and gentle. She turned around abruptly. "What do you think?" she asked the tall, lean man standing behind her. Augie, now in his early 30s, looked up at the picture fondly. He bore a close resemblance to the former headmaster, pale skin, dark eyes, a large bumpy nose, and black hair that he kept shorter than his father's. "It's great. Dad, you look just regal up there," he called out.

Severus Snape narrowed his eyes at his son, giving him a stern look. "I can still detect sarcasm, even if I am just a portrait," portrait Snape answered.

Augie held up his hands, looking innocent. "No sarcasm here, it looks very nice. Perfectly life-like with the furrowed brow and menacing glare."

That earned him glower from his father.

"I don't know if I'll ever fully get used to Severus looking down over my shoulder every day," Keighly chuckled. The deputy headmaster looked on in alarm and the look wasn't lost on Keighly.

"Don't worry, Neville, you'll get your chance to sit here with Snape every day too. I promise to make you the next headmaster," Keighly elbowed Neville. Neville nearly choked.

"Well, we should get going to the rehearsal dinner," Hermione dragged her eyes away from her husband's portrait. She stiffened as she shuffled stuff around in her purse, pretending to be preoccupied with its contents and not on the verge of tears. "Oh, I can't wait to see Teddy and Victorie's little Esme as the flower girl!" Hermione cooed, which helped stifle her tears. "She's going to be the cutest in her purple tutu dress."

"Right you are, have fun all of you. I'm sure the wedding will go splendidly. And a special congrats to you, Neville. I look forward to watching you walk your youngest daughter down the aisle tomorrow."

Neville bowed slightly at the waist. "Thank you. I still think she's too young to be getting married, but hey, what do I know? Luna took her side, so I was always fighting a losing battle."

Hermione smiled as she took her son's arm descending the steps from the headmaster's office. "See you tomorrow," she called to Keighly. She looked around to the woman on the other side of Augie. "Ellie, are you sure you're feeling alright? You're looking quite flushed."

"I'm okay. Just a little uncomfortable with my feet so swollen," Eliana hobbled. "I'm just thankful that I'm not a bridesmaid. I had to convince my brother that it wouldn't hurt my feelings if I wasn't one. Eight months pregnant and having to squeeze myself into the cute little yellow dress Daisy picked out and stand in front of everyone at the ceremony would have been a nightmare. I'm as big as a whale."

"Not at all. You look beautiful, but I remember feeling like you do. Soon you'll have the whole pregnancy behind you and your feet will return to their normal size." Hermione's heels crunched and clacked against the ground.

"How do you feel having your daughter marry a Potter?" Augie asked Neville who fell into step on the other side of Hermione.

"Probably about the same as your father when you married one. I can only imagine what kind of mischief a Potter will get her into." Neville winked.

"If we all keep marrying each other in our parents' friends' group we'll start to have some serious health disorders," Eliana joked, caressing her baby bump.

"Have you chosen a name yet?" Hermione asked curiously. It wasn't the first time she'd asked.

"No-" Augie stressed.

"Yes," was Ellie's reply at the same time. She shot her husband an exasperated look.

"Uh, oh. I sense contention," Neville remarked.

"We're not in agreement," Augie answered. "She wants to name him-"

"-or her," Ellie cut him off.

"Or her, after a famous Quidditch player."

"Yeah! Hadley Rickman is an ah-maz-ing Seeker and witch's rights activist. What better name for our daughter? And Linus is a perfectly fine name for a boy," Ellie raised her chin in defiance.

"Linus is a terrible name and I will never agree to it."

"Well I don't like the name Constantine."

"But it will honor the Roman theme of my father's and my name," Augie argued.

"What are we gonna call him for short? Connie?!"

Hermione and Neville tried to suppress their smiles as they listened to the squabble in silence.

"Why does he need to have a nickname?"

"Because you do! No one calls you Augustine! And no one will have time to sit around sounding out Constantine all the time!"

"Come, we're almost at the apparition point. You probably still have weeks to argue about this," Hermione intervened.

"Well, it's not going to be Linus, that's for sure," Augie said with finality.

3 weeks later, in early May, Augie and Ellie's first child was born and they named her Hadley Rose Potter-Snape.

Fin.

Families:

Severus Snape & Hermione Granger
Augustine "Augie" Ronald Granger (will marry Eliana Potter)

Harry & Ginny Potter
Eliana "Ellie" Iris (will marry Augustine Snape)
Ronald "Ronnie" Remus
Sirius Fred (will marry Daisy Longbottom)

Neville & Luna Longbottom
Twins: Acacia & Willow
Twins: Sage & Linden
Twins: Rowan & Daisy (Daisy will marry Sirius Potter)

Bill & Fleur Weasley
Victorie (will marry Teddy Lupin, daughter Esme Lupin)
Arthur "Artie"

Remus & Nymphadora "Tonks" Lupin
Teddy (will marry Victorie Weasley, daughter Esme Lupin)

George & Angelina Weasley
Ruby
Freddie