So, this is the Epilogue.

I hope everyone enjoys it and that everyone enjoyed the entire fic.

There's not much more to say, except that I am messing around with an idea for a new fic… and hopefully I can get some wrote this summer!

Disclaimer: For the last time in this story… I do not own Harry Potter or anything else associated with it.

Chapter 20: Epilogue: Glimpses

Hermione was sitting on her patio in a comfortable lounge chair. She watched as her five-year-old twin boys, Greyson and Fallon, ran around the yard with Charlie- their father. Of course both she and Charlie knew Fred was the biological father, but it didn't stop Charlie from acting any differently around the boys. He treated them as if they were his own, which once Hermione considered it, they pretty much were. Charlie had been there for her when no one else was.

Charlie and Hermione had made sure that from a young age the twins knew that Charlie wasn't their biological father. They knew that Fred was actually their father, and because of the way life had turned out- their mom was now married to Charlie, who was technically their uncle. However, the boys didn't really seem phased by this, and they chose to call Charlie "dad," which made both Hermione and Charlie happy.

Her mind drifted to the past four years. She thought of her wedding, how beautiful it was. Then to her and Charlie's decision to leave Romania. Charlie knew she missed being away from her family and away from his as well. Honestly, Charlie was probably missing them just as much. So Charlie got a job at the reserve in England. Sure the England reserve wasn't as large and didn't have as many breeds of dragons, but it was enough for Charlie.

Hermione remembered Fallon's first steps, which were soon followed by Greyson's first steps. It seemed the boys had inherited their father's personality, meaning Hermione had another Fred and George on her hands. If one twin was doing something, they other had to join. And the two were constantly causing mischief. Hermione couldn't remember the last time she had come home to a clean house, especially if George was watching them.

George's little boy, Fred, was the twin's best friend. When those three got together, nothing could stop them. Hermione was nervous for them to go to Hogwarts, already seeing all the letters she would get home about their behavior.

Hermione was startled when she felt hands on her shoulders. Looking up, she found herself getting lost in her husband's brilliant blue eyes.

"How are my girls doing?" Charlie asked.

The couple looked over at the three year old little girl who was busying herself with some dolls in the chair next to her mother.

"We are doing excellent." Hermione said before Charlie leaned down and kissed her quick.

They heard a sudden crash, and Charlie sighed, "I'll go check it out. You know, I think those boys act more like Fred and George every day."

Giggling, Hermione looked down at her daughter.

Camryn was born almost exactly nine months after Charlie and Hermione's wedding. She was a beautiful little girl with chocolate brown eyes and untamable curly hair just like her mother. However, her hair was the Weasley red, which she inherited from her father.

Hermione smiled, she loved the way her life was turning out.

-.-

Charlie awoke the next morning to a cold bed. He wondered for a second where Hermione was, that is until he heard an awful sound coming from their adjoining bathroom. Hurrying out of bed, Charlie found his wife knelt over the toilet with last night's supper contents coming back up. As if acting on instinct, he knelt down behind her and held her hair back with one had while rubbing her back with the other.

"Are you sick, Love?" Charlie asked once Hermione sat back and quit vomiting.

She looked into his eyes and felt a smile appear on her face and shook her head.

Looking at her with confusion, Charlie was unsure of what she was trying to tell him.

"We're going to be parents again." Hermione whispered into his ears.

Smiling like a child on Christmas, Charlie placed his palms on either side of her face and kissed her- not caring about the after vomit condition of her mouth. Slowly his hands moved away from her face and ended up pressed on top of her abdomen. He was amazed that there was a life inside of her, a life he helped create.

-.-

Sitting in the waiting room, Harry was in charge of making sure the twins didn't get into trouble. This was a challenge itself. Something even Harry, the Head Auror, was unsure whether he could complete this task.

"Uncle Harry, why is Mummy in the hospital?" Greyson asked while tugging on his Uncle's sleeve.

"Is she going to die?" Fallon added.

Harry smiled, "No, she's not going to die. She is here to get the baby that is in her tummy out." He explained not wanting to get into the details.

"How are they going to get it out?" Fallon asked after a short pause.

"And how did it get in there?" Greyson added.

"The baby just got in there and now it's just going to get out." Harry said not sure of what to say.

"But how?" They both asked together.

Harry sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He looked over at Ginny for help, but glared when he noticed she was laughing.

-.-

Molly Weasley sat in the waiting room of St. Mungo's hospital. She was of course seated with a dozen other Weasleys. Waiting as patiently as she could for her newest grand-child to be born, Molly was wishing she could be in the room with her second oldest son and his wife.

When Hermione and Charlie had informed the family that they were expecting another child, Molly was ecstatic. She loved spoiling her grandchildren and always welcomed more.

She looked down at her hands and tried to get her mind off the length of time it was taking.

Molly heard the waiting room door open and looked up to find her second eldest son standing there. He was wearing a large smile, and then Molly noticed the small blue bundle in his arms.

Walking into the room more, Charlie's smile got bigger (if that was possible). "Hermione and I want to introduce you all to Holden Charles Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley could feel the tears well up in her eyes as she watched Charlie walk towards her and place the small bundle in her open arms. She looked down and saw Holden was sleeping, but could see a few freckles spot his tiny face, and of course the bright red Weasley hair.

"Hello, Holden Charles." Molly said speaking softly to the young boy.

-.-

If one were to look close enough before boarding their train at Kings Cross Station on September 1st, one would spot a family standing in front of platforms nine and ten. Of course everyone was too busy trying to catch their train or find their loved ones to notice. Maybe they would have paid more attention they would have seen the family disappear through a brick wall.

Hermione watched as the rest of her family went through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ before turning to her youngest son.

"Are you ready?" She asked, seeing his terrified expression.

Holden shook his head, and looked up at his mother. "Will it hurt?" He asked quietly.

"If it hurt, why would we do it year after year?" She said answering his question with another question.

"But Greyson and Fallon said that it hurt a lot the first time a new wizard or witch passes through the barrier, and I don't want to get hurt."

Kneeling down, Hermione looked into her son's eyes. "When have Greyson and Fallon ever been truthful?" She asked, making a point.

Smiling, Holden grabbed her hand again and led the two through the barrier.

Hermione smiled at the sight of her son's face lighting up when he finally saw The Hogwarts Express. She and Charlie had decided to only let the kids come to Platform 9 ¾ when they were eleven and starting their first year at Hogwarts. They wanted to see their children's reactions to seeing the train for the first time.

"Mum, do I really have to fight a troll in order to get fully accepted into Hogwarts and get sorted?" Holden asked in a low voice so only his parents could hear.

Laughing, Hermione remembered Ron telling her that Fred and George had told him the exact same lie before he went to Hogwarts since his parents wouldn't say how he got sorted.

"Don't believe your brothers. They are just trying to scare you. I will let you in on a secret; all you have to do to get sorted is try on an old hat. It will tell you what house to belong to. Remember, no matter what house you get sorted into, you father and I will still love you." She said looking over at Charlie.

"Except Slytherin. Don't even bother coming home if you are sorted into Slytherin." He said with a very serious voice.

Hermione gasped at the sight of Holden's face when Charlie said that. "Charles Septimus Weasley." She said while reaching up and slapping the back of his head. "Don't even say that." Turning towards her youngest again, Hermione knelt down. "Your father is joking. Even if you are put in Slytherin, we will still love you. Now where are your siblings?" She asked, now standing up and looking.

Camryn was the first to be spotted by her mother. She was a second year Gryffindor and had her father's love of strange and dangerous creatures. Camryn knew that she wanted to become a dragon keeper just like her dad, which frightened Hermione.

Noticing Camryn was talking with Lily, Harry and Ginny's only daughter who was also a second year Gryffindor, Hermione thought it would be best to look for her oldest sons.

Greyson and Fallon, now seventh year Gryffindors, were over by the wall huddled together with Fred, George's seventh year Gryffindor son- this was never a good combination. Hermione figured it was just them planning the prank they wanted to do when they finally got to Hogwarts, so she let it go. Greyson, Fallon, and Fred were Hogwart's newest pranksters- rivaling the Marauders and Fred and George combined. All three wanted to help George with the shop once they were out of school, Hermione had even allowed her sons to work there over the summer- which probably wasn't the best idea. Throughout the whole summer, everyone else in her house had become testers for the new products Greyson and Fallon were trying to make to help out their Uncle George- whether the family knew they were testers or not.

The three boys wanted to skip their seventh year and start working full time at Weasley Wizard Wheezes. George would have let Fred quit school if it wasn't for Angelina. They all argued that they should be able to since George and Hermione had never finished their education at Hogwarts. Hermione would then remind the boys that she and George went the school during a time of war and she was forced to drop out and help keep the wizarding world safe for them. Which would cause the boys to grumble and thank her for saving the world.

After a couple last minute good-byes, Hermione watched as the Hogwarts Express pulled away- this time with all four of her kids on it.

-.-

Looking up at the sky, Hermione was thankful for the bright sun that decided to show its self for the day. She was once again in heels, ones that were probably too high for her taste, and she had to stand in the grass in a certain way so the heels wouldn't sink in.

The whole situation reminded her of Fred's funeral. At least now she could think about that horrible day and be able to not cry.

This day she was crying again, but for completely different reasons. Today was her oldest son's wedding. Though Greyson was her oldest child, he was the last to get married and had named himself "The Eternal Bachelor," saying he was never going to settle down. That was until he met Natalie, the girl he fell head over heels for, the girl he has decided to marry.

Once the ceremony was over, Hermione went up and hugged her son with tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe that thirty years ago she went through the craziest year of her life. Losing her first true love, finding out she was pregnant, moving to a different country, giving birth to twins, and falling in love all over again. But given the choice, Hermione would have it no other way.

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