Epilogue:

Three years had passed for the family of parselmouths and their familiars. Three years of training and healing under the joint care of the Goblins, Vampires, Veela, Dwarves, and Centaurs. The Death Eaters kept as low of a profile as possible as their politically powerful members holding back the Light faction from ripping down the magical protections to keep out the non-magical.

At one point the guardian angels had become briefly visible to their charges as they fought off a hoard of mini-demons. One of them had glanced at their charges and gave a warning "The Veil is thinning. You must stand upon the Pendragon Throne before it fully falls." before fading away out of sight with the rest. Not once did the small family doubt that their angels had remained to continue guarding them. It was, after all, what guardian angels did - guarding their charges until the end of time.

An exhaustive bloodline test had revealed that Tom was of the Pendragon Line as well as the Slytherin, Peverell, and Gaunt lines. Harry was of the Le Fay line on top of the Peverell, Potter, Black, and Gryffindor lines. Severus... well Severus was of the line of Merlin Emrys adding to his more recent Prince bloodline. All three held some form of claim to the Pendragon Throne, more commonly known as the throne of the High King Arthur Pendragon of the Round Table.

The small family would leave for the fabled location of Avalon and its lost portal directly to the magical throne of fallen Camelot in three days. Going with them was a group of guards made up mostly of their teachers from these past three years, each of whom had declared their charges as adequately trained... for now.

As for the Nephilim Anansi and its minions there was some concern that he didn't press to eliminate them again with more assassins. Then again when one is naturally of an immortal bloodline one has eternity to plot. Sirius Black was still unaccounted for, as were most of the Order of the Phoenix. Leadership of the Order had clearly passed to Mad-eye Moody when Dumbledore's body was found dumped in a dead end down Knockturn Alley, a spider burned into the crushed remains of his chest.

Still, Harry thought, it could be worse. It was time for a new adventure and this time his family was not only there to support him but had made sure he was actually trained to handle what might come.

Hedwig lifted off of her chick's shoulder in her full icy adult phoenix glory only to fly around the group as she dropped and icy trail of power and flashed the group as a whole away. Left behind the expedition were a small pile of ice crystals which melted in the noon day sun on the steps of the Gringotts Bank.

The next story had yet to be written as the ice melted away leaving no trace except in the minds of the few witnesses of the future yet to come.

*+ovo+*

A/n:

I am intentionally leaving this somewhat open ended as I feel like there might be more to write at a later date. For now you will have to be happy with just this. The Arthurian bloodline mix was donated by AiraSilver. My prayers go with all of you.
~Genuka