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Of Wands and Staves

Epilogue-

As Leanansidhe had promised, Dumbledore was wrong about what would happen to Harry in the end.

Voldemort never came for Harry, likely too afraid of whatever Lea had threatened him with to approach Harry. Or, perhaps he was simply too distracted by the Aurors and Hit Wizards trying to kill him in his own country to worry about a child who had long since fled to somewhere relatively far away. Eventually, John supposed, they succeeded. At least, the news articles coming out of wizarding Britain certainly seemed to indicate that was the case. And since Voldemort never did come for Harry, then John had to conclude that it was likely true.

Harry did graduate from high school, not quite at the top of his class but close enough for John's satisfaction. His grades were good enough to get him a handful of scholarships to a couple of different colleges. His abilities at soccer were enough to get him even more. Scholarships aside, of course he had his choice of any college in the country since John was more than willing to pay for whatever Harry wanted to do with his life. In the end, despite all of the options available to him, Harry chose to go to the University of Chicago where he majored in business. And yes, he played soccer for all four years. His old friend Hermione came to see him graduate, and told him that he'd been to get out of Hogwarts when he did. Apparently the Defense teacher who came in the following year had been enough for her to withdraw from the school as well, along with many of the other Muggle-born students. She'd rubbed the back of her hand as she'd spoken of the intolerable woman.

Molly, after some hemming and hawing and general complaining, wound up going to school with Harry, where she graduated with an entirely useless degree in Art History. When John asked her what the point was, she'd only smirked and told him that, "A, I was making sure that I kept my claim on your son, and B, I'm going to be a gangster moll. They don't really need much in the way of brains." She was laughing as she said it, and Harry had looked terrified. Rightly so.

They'd gotten married in the summer, six years after Harry had so hesitantly asked her to prom for their first date. John was unsure of who had proposed to whom, especially considering that Molly had been the one to purchase the rings and had thrown one at Harry before storming off in the middle of dinner one night. It had, perhaps, been the oddest proposal he'd ever seen and he still laughed to think of it. How could he not? Just the mention of it could send his own husband into gales of laughter. And his own Harry and Sirius both loved re-enacting the strange proposal, much to the younger Harry's mortification.

The two got married on a Sunday in the summer.

ooOOooOOoo

"Are those allergies acting up again?" Harry asked quietly as he leaned against John during the reception to the most lavish wedding Chicago had seen in a few years. What could John say? His son deserved the best party money could buy. He'd fought with the Carpenters over it, but he'd won that particular battle. It was more than worth it, too, because Harry and Molly both looked simply radiant on their happy day.

"They definitely are," John said agreeably, even as he sipped at his wine to clear the minor blockage in his throat. "God, they look so happy."

And they did. They really did. Harry had finally, at the age of 20, had a growth spurt. He was now taller than Molly, and a bit broader too as he'd put on some muscle along with his height. He looked healthy, and nothing like the scrawny six-year-old that had cried when he'd been pulled out of a cupboard under the stairs. Hell, now he probably wouldn't even fit under the stairs to begin with. And Molly was lovely. She'd let her blonde hair grow out, but she wouldn't be Molly if it hadn't been streaked with something, and in honor of their wedding, it was streaked with blue. Her mother had laughed as she'd helped her color it this time.

They both looked so happy, and John was struck by the feeling that, for once, he could be absolutely certain that he'd done something right. His life was filled with a lot of grey areas, but this. This was something he could be certain of.

"We did good, didn't we?" he asked Harry.

"I think that's a fair assessment," Harry said cheerfully, then drew away from John. He stood, then, and extended his hand. "May I have this dance?"

John, laughing, took it.

Epilogue 2-

Dad had been retired for almost three years when Harry had his first major run-in with his past since Hermione had come to his graduation. He'd been negotiating a contract with a corporation overseas, and hadn't realized that the company he was dealing with was a subsidiary of the Malfoy family until Draco Malfoy walked into the boardroom.

"Huh," Harry said, and leaned back in his chair. Malfoy. His schoolboy rival. He'd certainly grown up a bit, and he looked every bit as startled to see Harry sitting in the boardroom as Harry was to see him. Finally, Harry grinned and said, "Good to see you, Malfoy. Have a seat. Let's talk."

Malfoy gingerly settled into his seat. "You're not throwing me out of the boardroom?" he asked, apparently quite startled.

"What? Don't be ridiculous. Of course I'm not! We were kids when you tried to mock me relentlessly. Why would I hold that against you now?" Harry shook his head, and said, "No, no, this is business. And while I doubt we'll ever be friends, I can put aside our schoolboy childishness to get some of that done. Can you?"

Malfoy puffed up, full of the same arrogant pride he'd always had. "Of course I can!" he said.

What followed was a very lucrative conversation, if an exhausting one. It was clear that Malfoy expected him to go off at any moment, and Harry got sick of being treated like a ticking time bomb by people that didn't know him.

Really, you shot one person for looking at your wife funny, and nobody ever looks at you the same. He just couldn't win.

Although Molly had been entertained by it.

Speaking of the she-devil... "Who was that?" she asked as she wandered into the now-empty boardroom. "An old friend, perhaps?"

Harry snorted. "More like an old frienemy," he said, and then realized what he said. He groaned and pretended like the words hadn't just come out of his lips.

"Too late; I heard you say it!" Molly crowed, cackling. "I see that our darling Alex is infecting you with the language of schoolboys everywhere!"

Harry sighed. "I can't help it," he complained. "He just says the words and they seem to slip into his everyday speech, and now they're slipping into my everyday speech, and I really don't want to talk like an elementary schooler, Molls, I really don't."

"Well," Molly began, and slid into his lap, "I suppose if it's really bothering you to talk like an elementary schooler, you could always start talking like a baby instead."

Harry's eyes widened. "Wait a minute," he started, and Molly grinned at him. She'd stopped her birth control almost half a year ago, and he'd been wondering if anything would happen this time.

"I'm pregnant!" she shrieked in his ear even though he'd already figured it out, and he didn't even mind the temporary deafness because he was just as happy as she was.

He kissed her soundly on the lips, stood up, and danced her around the boardroom. This was something to celebrate. "We should go out to dinner. Get the granddads to watch Alex for the night and go celebrate," he said cheerfully.

Molly grinned. "I think that could be arranged," she said, and leaned in for another kiss. "But don't you think that maybe we could practice for yet another little sibling for Alex right now? Or is it too soon for that?"

Harry's face flushed and, even as he leaned down for a kiss he asked, "Just how many kids were you thinking of having, anyway?"

Her answer, breathed into his ear, made his eyebrows raise and his lips curl into a smile. "Yeah, okay," he said quietly. "I think I can work with that."

It was just as they'd lost themselves kissing that the building across the street exploded. They parted reluctantly.

"Chances that this doesn't involve magic?" Molly asked glumly, even as she reached for her staff, which she'd propped up against the wall when she'd entered the room.

"Pretty slim since I see blue and silver smoke coming from the green fire," Harry answered cheerfully. "Shall we?" He offered Molly his arm.

"I guess we'd better," Molly said with a sigh.

So much for celebration, but at least their life would never be boring.

A/N: And there you have it. The second story I've ever really finished. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. At this point I have no plans for any sequels or anything, though at some point I might revisit this universe.