Chapter 8: Epilogue

AN: Behold, dear readers, the final chapter. I'm pretty excited to have finished my first story, considering my other currently running story is nowhere near done, and I'll soon be publishing another Harmony. If you like a perhaps more mature Harmony (not explicit material, just a more adult storyline,) not to mention a time-travel fic, and a MUCH longer fic in general, you may want to look for it. I expect I'll be publishing it soon, just look for my name or follow me if you're interested. After that gets up and running, I'll be publishing a Harmony for those that like more light, fluffy, humorous fics. And for Neville/Luna fans, that pairing won my poll and I will shortly concoct a one-shot for them. Busy, busy, busy writer. Anyways, enjoy the epilogue!

"Oh, Harry, there they are!"

Harry turned to see who his wife was talking about, threading his fingers absently through hers, and he spotted their friend Ron, who was toting Lavender and their five children, which was soon to grow to seven children, as Lavender was pregnant with twins. Ron waved them over energetically, his face splitting in a wide grin.

"Harry! Hermione!"

Hermione smiled as she hugged Ron, and then Lavender, while Harry shook both of their hands. "Ooh, it's so good to see you! We haven't all been together since Harry's birthday, correct?" Hermione said, beaming.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, I think you're right. And now we're all here to see our children off!"Ron gestured to his of-age children, his eldest, who would be going into 3rd year, Hugo, a blond, tall, freckled boy, and Kate, who would be going into first year and looked utterly excited by it; her red hair was as sleek and shiny as if she had brushed it all morning, and her hazel eyes gleamed with pride. His three other children, Mary, Robert, and Frank, stared at their siblings rather sulkily.

Harry grinned, and nodded at his and Hermione's children proudly. The twins, Rose and Albus, would be starting their first year; Rose had brown curls and dark green eyes; despite her parent's rather unlucky combined genes for unmanageable hair, she had gotten off rather easily, and was almost a perfect mix of the pair of them; Harry often joked she had Hermione's beauty, thankfully, to which Hermione smacked his arm, laughing, before kissing him lovingly. Albus, however, was the spitting image of his father, from his hair to his eyes, without the scar and the round glasses; his were square-framed. Their youngest, Lily, eyed her brother and sister jealously, squirming around in Hermione's arm and throwing glances at the Hogwarts express rather forlornly. She was not at all happy about having another five to wait before going herself. They watched their children chat happily together before Ron craned his neck over the crowd, saying, "Ah, and here's Ginny…"

Ginny came and greeted them, clutching the arm of her Muggle husband David, who gazed about bemusedly, and her young daughter Guinevere, who would be starting 2nd year and had her mother's swinging red hair and brown eyes, bounced up and joined her chatting cousins and friends.

They talked for a few minutes, catching up, before it was time for the children to get on the train. He spotted his son Albus, who was having trouble putting his trunk on the train, and went to help him, but not before kissing his wife's forehead, who was busy soothing Lily, who was squirming in her arms chanting, "I want to go…I want to go…"

He approached Albus, and helped him shove his trunk onto the train. When they had successfully muscled it on, he smiled at his son, noting how worried he looked; despite his resemblance to his father, he was really more his mother, and his brow furrowed when he was worried or anxious like hers when she felt the same way.

Laying a hand on his shoulder, Harry murmured, "Albus, what's the matter?"

Albus, who had been looking down, looked up, and, looking as though he were steeling himself for something, he whispered, "Dad…dad, what if I'm in Slytherin?"

Harry drew back, looking at his son, who seemed absolutely distraught at the thought of being a Slytherin. Harry cupped his son's chin in his hand, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Then Slytherin will have gained a wonderful new student. Why does it bother you?"

Albus bit his lip. "W-well, you and mum were in Gryffindor, a-and, well, Voldemort was a Slytherin, and…"

Harry held up a hand to stop his son, before saying, "Yes, that's all true. But it makes little difference to me or your mother what house you belong to; each have their own special qualities. And there are evil, cruel people everywhere; it makes no difference what house they came from. Voldemort was not evil because he was a Slytherin; he was evil because that was the personality he choose to have."

Albus thought, and then opened his mouth again, but Harry was not finished. "Albus Severus Potter," He said, staring down at his son solemnly. "You were named for two Headmasters of Hogwarts; one was a Slytherin, and he was perhaps the bravest man I ever knew; not only that," Harry leaned closer to his son, "If it had not been for him, you would not be here. He set your mother and I up."

Albus's eyes grew round. "R-really?"

Harry grinned fondly at his son, "Really. Now go get on the train before it fills up!" He hugged his son, and then stepped back to his wife, who had given up struggling with their daughter and instead let her run down the length of the train to wave at a window where Rose, Kate, and, shortly, Albus, sat with a blond boy whose pointed face meant that his father must have been Draco Malfoy. Harry grinned, shaking his head. "Imagine the fit Ron would throw if that lot all became best of friends," Hermione said fondly, glancing over to where Ron stood a good few feet away with Ginny, Lavender, and David, throwing suspicious glances at the blond boy as he waved at Hugo and Kate.

Harry grinned, and wound his arm around his wife's waist, pulling her closer until they were embracing. He kissed her hair, and murmured, "Funny, I was just thinking about that."

"What did Albus want? He looked worried," Hermione asked, nestling into her husband's chest.

"He was worried about being in Slytherin."

"Oh?"

"Yes, and so I told him that he was named for a Slytherin with outstanding bravery, and impeccable matchmaking skills."

Hermione looked up at him. "You did not!"

Harry grinned. "Not in those words. But I told him that a Slytherin by the name of Severus set us up."

Hermione smiled fondly at her husband, before kissing his lips lightly and whispering, "And good he did too,"

They kissed, a long, hard, passionate kiss, broken only by the sharp whistle of the Hogwarts, and then ran after their daughter hand in hand as she chased the speeding away train, not on the pretext of catching her, but to wave goodbye to their children, long after the train was out of view.

Fin.