Chapter 6: Natasha's Last Thoughts

Okay you guys and gals got me. Here's an epilogue.

Here it is; summer again and we're all together for a family picnic by the shore. We have about four and in some cases five generations of Dumbledores here today. I happen to be one of the fourth set.

Hello and welcome all! I have been the one telling this story so far; what's my name you may ask?

Well it's Natasha Minerva Dumbledore of course! Hello again; yes I am named after my favorite Aunt and favorite grandmother.

I am currently sitting here on the shore by dear Aunt Jezebel watching all my cousins and siblings playing in the water. My grandparents and Uncles are with them too. My parents are fighting over the grill and my Aunts are busy cooing over the newest edition to the family.

"What have you been writing for so long Nattie?" Jezebel asked. She was lying on a blanket across from the girl; her wheel chair a few feet away.

"The story about how Aunt Harriet was born," replied the nine year old with blonde curls in two plaits and green eyes.

"That is one of the more interesting ones," Jezebel laughed as two girls ran up to them.

The eldest was eleven with one green eye and one blue, black shoulder length curls, and her mother's looks. The youngest was about seven with straight ebony hair and blue eyes; she two had her mother's features.

"Sissy, sissy we have to talk to you," the elder gasped. Both children were dripping wet.

"What is it darlings?" Jezebel asked looking up at them. Natasha did as well.

"Sissy, Johnny said you're too chicken to play chicken with us in the ocean. It's not true right?" the youngest replied.

"It is most certainly not true at all," Jezebel snapped looking over to her brother annoyed.

"So you'll play!" the youngest said jumping up and down.

"Yes Nicolette she will," Brandon said coming up behind them.

"Seems I have no choice but to massacre them all …with you're help of course," Jezebel smirked as Brandon lifted her up.

"Oh of course," Brandon smirked as they headed to the water.

Yes life has turned out all right.

Thanks to Aunt Jezzie; grandma is frisky and sprightlier than ever. She even had another baby after Aunt Harriet! Aunt Jezebel and grandpa insisted she be named Nicolette Katherine after Great Grandma Athena Nicolette and Granny Min.

Aunt Jezebel went off to school not long after Aunt Harriet was born. She went to school in Germany and lived with Daddy and us till she finished. She had decided to forget being a stage manager/ director and came home with a teaching certificate.

Now all us kids floo to the cottage in Cornwall every weekday for schooling. Aunt Jezzie is a great teacher too; we're all learning loads and having fun. She keeps us all from 7 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon and I mean all of us. I'm not sure how she keeps up with all of us…but I guess it doesn't matter.

Aunt Jezzie keeps us till we start Hogwarts and then we're under the eyes of Grandpa and Grandma. Aunt Harriet will start this year.

Uncle Daniel and Daddy are the head healers at St. Mungo's, Aunt Matilda is a leading researcher at the ministry on the Sands of Time, Aunt Catherine is a translator for the Brazilian division of the Ministry, Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Haley are the beaters for London Lions (They've won the World Cup 3 years now), Uncle Winston has just finished auror training, and Aunt Erica and Uncle Eric are currently on summer vacation but will go back to the University soon.

Aunt Joselynn is a prefect to Gryffindor also. All the cousins are leaving great lives as well.

Oh! And Grandma and Grandpa are still the Headmaster and Deputy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Weasley teach.

Yep we've over come obstacles and now are officially living the best life ever. I love it here! And it's all thanks to Aunt Jezzie. Without her we'd have lost not only Minerva and Albus Dumbledore….but a big chunk of the wizarding world as many people would have never recovered from having lost the pillars of love and light.

And that's the honest truth.

So says me; Natasha Minerva Dumbledore. Your resident nine year old; strawberry blonde green eyed author. So long!