Author's Note: I wrote two epilogues, both very different from each other (but both very happy). Ultimately, I decided on this one (it's essentially a bunch of different moments in Harry's life following his marriage to Luna), but maybe I'll upload the original version just so you guys can see what it was like. This is it. I hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE leave a review letting me know what you think! Thanks!

Chapter Twenty - Epilogue

The garden was Harry's favorite thing about their home in Ottery St. Catchpole.

Harry and Luna Potter spent most of the year living in London, at Grimmauld Place. But, during the spring and most holidays, they stayed at their cottage next to Ron and Hermione's.

The garden was a beautiful, magical place. Luna planted enchanted flowers that spun and danced as they sparkled and glowed in the dappled sunlight. Luna's garden was simply alive. There were the magical lilies, singing petunias, perfumed daisies, cackling snapdragons, waving lavenders and, of course, dirigible plums. Luna was sure to maintain these plants for a new pair of earrings once her old ones had worn. There were the edible vegetables and the honeysuckle that grew along the fence. The golden flowers ignited the darkness, woven through a beautiful archway that Harry and Luna would sit under and spend many midsummer nights, their love growing more each day.

When it got so dark that the only light was the moon and the shimmering flowers, they would lay, his arm around her petite body, on beautifully patterned quilts Luna made in her spare time. They would discuss Quibbler articles Luna was working on. Harry might bring up where they would go on their next vacation. Luna would always have something on her mind. There was never a dull moment in their perpetual bliss.

"It's been one year and seven months since we've been married, and I've loved every second. I just thought you should know," Harry said one night in late June. He meant every word. They had their occasional arguments, but ultimately, they loved each other more than either of them knew was ever possible. They could communicate with each other with a single glance. Luna read Harry so well he did not dare lie to her, not that his heart would ever allow him to.

Luna smiled, resting a small, loving kiss on her husband's waiting lips. "Madagascar," she said, pulling away suddenly. "We've only been to one country inAfrica. We should go toMadagascarnext," Luna contemplated, smiling at him through the darkness. Her fingers were subconsciously rubbing Harry's thigh, then twirling the frayed edges of his jeans. It felt so natural. Her skin seemed to glow as brightly as the garden. There were breathtakingly gorgeous flowers surrounding the couple, but Harry was focused more on the breathtakingly gorgeous young woman lying next to him.

"You know I'll go anywhere with you. You can make any place a fun place to be," Harry said truthfully. "Madagascarseems cool."

"I never have seen penguins before! How interesting that would be!" Luna said excitedly. "I can test their reactions to Wrackspurts and Heliopaths and Blibbering Humdingers and Nargles!"

"As long as we don't get eaten by lions," Harry replied, and the two of them laughed. "I love your laugh," he added. "It's so... peaceful."

"I like my laugh better when I can hear yours, too," Luna responded, then maneuvered swiftly so that she was on top of him, her flowing locks of hair brushing his bare chest.

"You know what I love even more than when you laugh? When you-" Harry began, but was cut off by Luna's lips pressed onto his. The sensation was magical; a different kind of magic. It did not involve wands, or spells, or potions, but a strong magnetic pull of what could only be love between the man and his wife. His lips felt incomplete without hers merging onto them, her long eyelashes brushing his, her gentle, peaceful touch...

She pulled away only for a moment, grabbing her wand and whispering, "Muffliato. We wouldn't want to disturb Ron and Hermione."

"I'm going to be a dad. Oh, my God. I'm going to be a father!" Harry exclaimed breathlessly.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Luna's is calmer than you are, and she's the one shoving a baby out of her bloody-"

"Shut up, Ron! Now is not the time!" Hermione shouted. "Harry, shut up and say something encouraging to your wife!"

Luna breathed deeply and rapidly, but kept her shouting to a minimum, thankfully. Harry was the one who felt as though he might shout, just to release the anticipation building up inside of him. He held onto Luna's hand tightly, unsure as to what he could say to aid her in this situation.

"It's coming! It's coming!" Healer Marcelyn Mason shrieked. Only a team of the finest healers were handling the Potter family's first child. "He's coming out! It's a boy! You're almost there! Push, for the love of God!"

The next few minutes were a bloody, loud, insane blur to Harry, and then he saw his son and everything was perfect. Thick black hair and wide brown eyes and the loudest cries Harry had ever heard.

He was in awe.

"He looks just like you," Luna whispered, still holding his hand.

"I can't believe you became a dad before me. So unfair!" Ron joked.

"Give them a moment, Ron!" Hermione said, dragging him away.

"Thanks," Harry said gratefully, and returned his attention to his family. His eyes fell on his son, and then on Luna. To him, they were the only people in the world: his sobbing baby boy and his elated wife. Tired, sweaty, but elated. She hardly blinked as she held their son in her sore arms; she was too busy taking in the presence of her firstborn child.

"He's perfect," Luna said tranquilly. "Everything's perfect."

"I love you, Luna," Harry said, his voice wavering to something of a shout. "I can't believe you just did that! We just did this. I can't believe this. What we brought into this world... Well, it was mostly you, but-"

"We created him, Harry. He's perfect, and he's beautiful, and he's ours, and what are we going to name the boy? He can't be just 'he' forever."

"You can decide, you did all the hard work," Harry insisted. I can't believe I'm a father. I can't believe I'm a father and I have a son and a beautiful wife and a wonderful family.

"No. We're doing this together," Luna said firmly.

After a half hour of intense discussion and lots of snogging and celebrating and crying and laughing, Harry emerged from the room and found Healer Mason.

"James Sirius Potter."

"It's a healthy baby girl," Healer Mason announced, smiling widely as she held up the very red infant - even the child's thick tufts of hair were a fiery shade of red, complimenting her unusually protuberant silver eyes. Healer Mason carefully handed the baby, swaddled in a pink blanket, to her mother, a thin, pale, sweaty, aching, but beaming Luna Potter. "What would you like to name her, miss? She's a beautiful one, she is!"

"Dada! Mama!" one-year-old James Sirius Potter pleaded for attention, tugging on his father's trousers. Harry was too busy to notice; he was clutching Luna's hand tightly, their eyes focused only on each other and their second child.

"Lily Amarantha Potter," Luna said confidently, looking at Harry understandingly. "She's going to make an impact on this world, I can feel it."

"With a mother like you, how could she not?" Harry asked, his voice edging on ecstatic hysteria. "I'll go get Xeno-"

"You might as well let in the Weasleys; I know they're all out there. Never has there been such a gathering of Wrackspurts," Luna said weakly, managing a laugh.

"Are you alright?" Harry inquired, concerned. "I don't want you to get too worn out." He was absentmindedly stroking Lily's hair, still taking in the presence of the two most beautiful women in the world lying on a bed in St. Mungo's in front of him.

"I'm tougher than I look," Luna said, sitting up enough to plant a kiss on Harry's lips, trembling with excitement.

"I love you," he murmured, and she ran her hand through his messy hair, which had not been combed for days. It stuck up in all directions, and his clothes were stained, and his glasses were crooked - all of the things that came with parenthood, all of the things that Harry and Luna would not trade for the world.

"I love you, too, Harry James Potter."

The one-year-old boy zoomed around the kitchen on a children's broomstick, hovering hardly two feet above the ground, yet still managing to wreak endless amounts of havoc.

"James Sirius Potter! It's time to eat!" Hermione shouted. "Rose is at the table! Lily is at the table! Mummy and daddy and Uncle Ron are at the table!"

"It's hopeless," Harry informed her. "Sorry about the vase he broke."

"He usually comes when we tell him Rose is here," Hermione observed curiously. "Quidditch must be more important to him now. Men."

"At least he'll be good at Quidditch," Ron chimed in optimistically. "Ten sickles he's going to be a Chaser!"

"Seeker," Luna replied suddenly. Her eyes were unfocused, her hand in Harry's instinctively, yet she was paying complete attention to the conversation. "He's going to be a Seeker."

"How do you-" Ron began, but was quickly interrupted by Harry.

"Don't question it," Harry laughed. He wondered what the world looked like through Luna's eyes. He figured it must be wonderful to be Luna, and decided that being married to her was the next best thing.

"Should we just begin supper, then?" Hermione asked. "There's something Ron and I have to tell you two."

They had been catching up all afternoon; Harry wondered what Hermione and Ron had yet to tell them. The understanding look on Luna's face gave Harry the impression that she already knew.

"Spit it out, then," Harry said cautiously as Hermione set down platters of steak and vegetables in front of the four of them. Luna waved her wand, and two jars of baby food made their way to Lily and Rose, strapped into their high-chairs. The mushy, nutritional concoction began magically feeding themselves to the two infants, who simultaneously cooed with delight.

"I'm pregnant again!" Hermione explained with a smile.

"Blimey, that's wonderful!" Harry congratulated his two best friends, wrapping them both in warm hugs before returning to his seat to begin eating the hot, delicious meal in front of him. "I'm so happy for you two!"

Luna grinned. "There's something I've also been meaning to tell all three of you," she announced. "I'm pregnant as well!"

Harry's fork slipped from his hand and would have dropped to the ground, but James zoomed by on his broomstick and caught it in midair before it fell.

"It's you two again, eh?" Healer Mason laughed as she walked into the Potter family's hospital room, her thick black hair now flecked with grey. "I saw it coming, you know. You can't keep your wand to yourself, if you know what I mean, Mr. Potter. The third time in three years, my God!"

Harry blushed and covered James' ears as he cradled one-year-old Lily in his other arm. "Luna's just given birth, would you mind just giving us the paperwork?" he asked, rolling his tired green eyes and running his fingers through his forever untidy black hair, still soaking wet from the spring rain.

"Sure, sure. It's a boy, right? That's what Healer Pierson told me," Healer Mason said as she scribbled and peeked at the baby, cuddled in his mother's arms in the hospital bed. "He's got the prettiest blonde hair! It's just like his mummy's!"

"And eyes just like his daddy," Luna noted. The baby boy had emerald, almond-shaped eyes that contrasted beautifully with his unusually pale skin. Harry looked at her and grinned. Luna smiled back, and nodded.

"We're going to name him Remus. Remus Ronald Potter," Harry declared proudly, handing Lily Amarantha to a very pregnant Hermione so he could hold his second son. Harry thought of Remus, his Professor Lupin, and how happy he must have been to learn that Harry named his son for him.

Just returning the favor. You gave me the best Godson I could ever ask for, Harry said to himself casually, as if he were having a conversation with Lupin. Now I've got all the marauders in my kids' names… The true marauders, at least.

James Sirius was busy playing peek-a-boo with Ron. Ron and Hermione were James's Godparents, Neville and Jacklyn were Lily's, and George and Angelina were set to be Remus's.

"I hope he inherits my sense of humor," Ron whispered to Hermione, who giggled, yet elbowed him nonetheless.

"How're you holding up?" Harry asked his wife as he cradled Remus in his arms. "This is your third time. You must be so exhausted."

"I'm not even thirty, Harry Potter, and neither are you. We're just getting started. I'm not so much exhausted as I am excited! I've already got an idea - let's take the three of them to Greece next month, when summer starts. And Ron and Hermione and Rose can come as well, if she's given birth to her son yet-"

"Hold on, how do you know she's having a son? She wanted to keep it a surprise," Harry whispered, stifling laughter at the fact that Luna was so energetic less than an hour after giving birth.

"I can feel it in the air," Luna said simply, and Harry nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He had gotten used to Luna's quirks long ago, and loved her for them. "I can also feel Professor Lupin looking down on us… He must be so happy right now."

"You're bloody amazing," Harry murmured, brushing wet strands of her blonde hair out of her face and kissed her softly. Harry felt butterflies soar in his stomach - after all this time, he still felt the fireworks exploding when their lips met. She pulled him closer by the collar, surprisingly strong for a woman who had just given birth. Then again, Luna surprised Harry frequently.

"The children are at Andromeda's, playing with Teddy and Rose," Luna announced one summer afternoon as Harry sat at his desk in the study of their home inLondon, filling out an application for a job.

"Wonderful. Nice to have some peace and quiet for a change," Harry said as he scribbled his credentials onto the fancy parchment.

"You're worried. Why are you worried?" Luna asked, approaching her husband slowly. "If it's about the job-"

"You know it is."

"There's not one person in this world more qualified to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You know that," Luna said softly.

"McGonagall asked me specifically to apply," Harry admitted. "But what if I do get the job? I can't just leave you four here alone. I won't."

Luna massaged his shoulder gently with one hand as she pulled an envelope out of her pocket. "Read this," she suggested.

Harry opened the letter. As he read it, his eyes widened.

"They asked you to be the Care of Magical Creatures teacher?" he asked in disbelief. "This is too perfect!"

"We can all move to Hogwarts as a family," she said with a peaceful smile. "No need to worry about anything. McGonagall said she'd set up a daycare program just for us and Neville - he's got that cute little girl Alice now, but he wouldn't quit teaching Herbology for anything."

"Do you mind Hagrid babysitting our kids?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Now that I've gotten to know him better, I don't mind him so much, though I do think I broke a tooth on his little cakes," Luna replied, and the two of them laughed together.

Harry felt substantially more at peace, once again thanks to Luna. "I've just got to finish with this application, then…"

"Harry Potter, the kids are at Andromeda's, all of them! How often are the kids all out of the house? How often do we get the house to ourselves?" Luna asked, sliding out of her robes and crossing her arms playfully.

Harry raised his eyebrows and picked Luna up without another word. As he carried her towards their bedroom, he began to kiss her ardently, and she was fingering his unruly hair. Her touch felt like a current passing through his body, and a calming sensation passed through him, and he knew he would be alright as long as Luna was always near him.

"Fourth kid? Have you two gone mad? Aren't the two of you professors? It's April. You could have planned this one better-"

"Shut up, Mason," Harry groaned. "My wife and daughter are asleep."

"-and your hair, dear boy, it's just gotten longer over the years, at least your cousin Dudley cuts his hair, though I imagine his wife charms it off in his sleep, since he does seem rather lazy-"

"We're naming her Ariana Hermione. That's Ariana Hermione Potter, can you manage to write that down and get out? I'm going on three hours of sleep and I've still got a stack of papers to grade-"

"Who are the Godparents going to be?" Healer Mason asked, eager to keep up with the Potters. Not every Healer got to tend to a world-famous family.

"You better not tell any of this to the Daily Prophet. I told Claudio Skeeter I'd hex his hands off if he published anything about my personal life ever again. Anyways, Luna and I were just talking about who the Godparents should be… We were thinking Draco Malfoy, but his wife Ginny, that's the problem… They're busy with their daughter Narcissa, anyways…" Harry's voice trailed off. "Probably Bill and Fleur Weasley, or Oliver and Katie Wood."

"Ah. What does the child look like? Father or mother? I've grown quite attached to your family after these four years," Healer Mason said curiously as she scribbled down the information.

"Black hair like mine and James's, pale skin and silver eyes like Luna's. Only, her eyes are shaped like mine," Harry described, unable to prevent the giant smile forming on his face.

"Oh, that's good… Those eyes of Mrs. Potter do creep me out a bit," Healer Mason confessed. "So wide…"

"They're beautiful," Harry said indignantly.

"And you're in love," Healer Mason giggled as she pranced away.

"The lake's beautiful this time of year," Luna said serenely, hand-in-hand with Harry on a crisp autumn afternoon. It had been five months since Ariana was born, and the fall term had just started. Hagrid and Slughorn had insisted on taking care of the children for a couple hours to give Harry and Luna some time to themselves.

"You're beautiful, every day of the year," Harry replied. Luna smiled and kissed him longingly.

"Four kids later and we've still got it," Luna said as she pulled away. "How does it feel being thirty?"

"I don't mind it so much as long as you're with me," Harry said honestly. "You and the kids, I love you all more than anything I could have ever imagined. Being thirty, it doesn't feel any different, really. These years have just been happy. Insanely hectic, but happy. I've got a good job and a perfect family. What more could any man ask for?"

"It hardly feels as though any time is passing at all," Luna noted. "A nice side effect of having you as my husband."

"Remember when we went to Chile, and I thought we were going to die on those mountains, and we didn't?" Harry asked.

"How could I forget?"

"I wasn't really going anywhere with that. I just love spending time with you. I love you more every day and I'm going to love you for the rest of my life, so thanks for putting up with that."

Luna squeezed his hand and whispered, "Tokyo." Her lips brushed the side of his face, sending shivers throughout his body.

"What about it?" he managed to respond, fighting the longing to snog her senseless.

"We haven't been there yet. Let's go for the winter holidays," Luna said.

"As long as I'm with you," Harry responded, unable to pry his eyes from her long, blonde hair, her smooth, pale skin, her wide, glimmering eyes, her soft, full lips… She got more beautiful every day.

"Oh, Harry Potter, just kiss me," she said with a sigh, and Harry kissed her so fervently he pushed her up against a tree and nearly tripped over her.

He didn't care. He got to be with Luna, Luna Potter. He got to be with her forever, and that was all that mattered. He never wanted to part from her, and he knew they would be together, always, and that when he had Luna by his side, all was well.

FIN

EDIT (14.01.2012): I'm getting some complaints in the reviews that I don't write things the British way, and I should have written it that way because the characters are British. Well, even though the characters are British, I'm American, and I'm going to type things however I damn well please. 3 Also, some of you guys think it's weird that they had four kids in four years... My parents had three kids in three years, so I didn't think it would be weird, but I guess it is. Sorry. :P Lastly, I put Draco and Ginny together because 1) I am a shameless Drinny shipper, and 2) I think since they have both done horrible things in their past that will haunt them forever, they would make a good couple. Thanks for reading, and please continue to review! :)