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A/N: Well, I am sorry to say that this is my final chapter for this story. I would like to thank you very much for coming with me this far. It does mean a lot to me, as I'm sure it means a lot to all of you when you have such great reviewers such as yourself. I just wanted to say thank you very much for coming this far with me. It's been fun. I hope you will continue with me on my stroll down the road called "MMADness"! Peace out.

Chapter 23: Epilogue…

"Okay… and relax," Poppy coached. She looked up at her best friend. Said woman laid her head back upon her pillow, red-faced and dark hair clinging to her cheeks with perspiration. Her chest was rising and falling heavily as she gasped for air. Tears were streaming from her eyes as her right hand gripped tightly to her husbands. The man in question was patting at his wife's brow. It had been a year since their marriage, and they were finally being blessed with a child of their own.

"Oh, Albus, it hurts so much," Minerva cried as she shut her eyes tightly.

"I know it hurts, Minerva, but you've only got a little bit to go," he replied.

"That's easy for you to say," she breathed. "You're not the one-,"

"No talking," hissed Poppy. "Stop speaking and start pushing." Minerva took a deep breath and started pushing. It wasn't long before a small, beautiful baby boy could be heard wailing. Minerva fell back upon her pillow and Albus stared at his wife in wonderment. Poppy handed the child to Pomona for cleaning before finishing with the afterbirth. Minerva looked up at Albus.

"I guess the Dumbledore line shall continue now," she said softly. "I'm sure you're glad of that." He returned her smiled.

"I'm just glad I could continue the line with you," he replied. He leaned over and kissed her passionately. A few moments later, Poppy walked over to the other side of Minerva and placed the baby in her arms.

"I believe this little bundle of joy belongs to you," she said. The boy was wrapped in a purple blanket and Minerva quirked a brow, looking at Albus.

"Did you ask Poppy to use this blanket?" she laughed. Poppy cleared her throat and smiled.

"Actually, I wanted to put him in a blue blanket, but he held out his hand for a purple blanket that Albus had given to me earlier." Minerva gaped at her while Albus chuckled.

"It seems, my dear, that he already has my sense of style." Minerva looked at him and laughed. It was then that the door opened and Lenora rushed in.

"Is he here? Is he here? Is my little brother here yet?" The child rushed in like a little whirlwind. She didn't wait for an answer as she ran next to Minerva and tried to look up at the face of her brother. She couldn't see. Even though she was nearly nine now, she was still rather short for her age. Albus chuckled as he picked her up and brought her high enough to see her little brother. She squealed with delight, startling her little brother and causing him to cry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Brother," she whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you." She gently brushed her hand across his cheek. This soothed him, but only for a little bit.

"I'm sure he's just hungry," said Minerva.

"Does he want ice cream?" asked Lenora hopefully. "I can go to the kitchens and get him some." Albus and Minerva chuckled.

"Lenora, he's a baby. He won't be able to eat ice cream for a while yet." Lenora frowned.

"Oh… Well, can I eat some ice cream?" she asked hopefully. Albus smiled.

"Of course," he said. Poppy walked to her side.

"I'll take you," she said. "I think we should leave your mama and papa alone for a while with the new baby."

"Okay," she said. As they walked towards the door, she looked over her shoulder and called out to them. "Just remember I wanna hold him later!"

"Alright," Albus replied. The door closed and Albus looked down at Minerva, who had begun to feed their child.

"So, what are we going to name him?" he asked, sitting down next to Minerva on the cot. Minerva never took her eyes off of her son as he ate hungrily.

"I've been thinking about that a lot the past few days," she said. "What do you think of Mercury Adam Brian Dumbledore?" Albus felt his heart burst with pride as Minerva finally looked at him.

"That sounds absolutely perfect," he replied before leaning in and kissing her on her lips. This was truly the life he had longed for, and he was so glad he finally received it. Nothing and no one would come between them ever again, and you could count on that.

As for Minerva, this was everything she had ever dreamed of. She finally had the family she had wanted ever since she could remember. She had a husband, a daughter, and now, a son; a son who would carry on the Dumbledore family name. This was, undoubtedly, the happiest time she could remember. And the fact that she could remember made all their struggles and pains worth every second.

Oooooooooooo

We are blessed with memories of our lives and the lives of those we love. Even when one has passed, we can smile and laugh at things they've done and said throughout their lives. We remember how they made us feel and the way they made us laugh. Unfortunately, there are those who actually suffer from amnesia. Even more depressing is the fact that there are those who don't have amnesia who don't have such memories. I, myself, have been blessed with so many memories of my family and friends and I'm only nineteen. What are some of your favorite memories?

A/N2: Okay, thank you for riding the magic carpet. I would like to thank you all for your show of support. And thanks to OSUSprinks for her help. I like to ask readers personally from time to time. Thanks so much for riding and please leave a contribution in the little box. Since it IS our last time and all for this story… (cries). Read long and prosper. Always Hopeful