After the defeat of the dark wizard, the wizard world celebrated.  Nothing was going to harm them any longer.  Voldermort's followers were soon found and imprisoned in Azkaban, minus the death eaters.  Everything returned to normal in Hogwarts, except now there was an ultimate hero and heroine.

Harry and Hermione tried their hardest to finish out their sixth year as normally as possible, although some younger students never let them alone.  They finally finished out their year, finals and all, with flying colors.  Ron gloated the point that he was Harry's best friend as much as he could, although Lavender stopped him before it got too out of control.  After the long train ride home, Harry and Hermione had to go home to their families.  And say goodbye for the summer.

Over the summer Harry had a lot of thinking to do.  Although he found it somewhat difficult with the Dursleys calling from their home.  And as usual they didn't care at all that he had single handedly saved the wizarding world, if not their world as well.  At the end of August, Harry was putting on his robes and standing if front of a mirror.  "Are you ready for this year, Harry?"

"More then ever Sirius."  His godfather came over and put his hand on Harry's shoulder.  "You are so much like your parents," he smiled and Harry headed for the train station.

"Platform 9 ¾," he sighed to himself and dropped his stuff off at the last car and headed toward the car.  For some reason he couldn't shake the feeling that he has to turn around.  He looked over his left shoulder, and there she stood.  He ran and gave her the biggest hug that he had ever thought possible.  "I've missed you."

"Me too."

***

(Skipping to graduation)

Harry sat next to his best friend Ron Weasley and his girlfriend Hermione Granger as he heard the speech from the heads of each house.  Before the last sentence of the Gryffindor speech was spoken, Harry turned to Hermione.  "Herm?"

"Yeah Harry?" she looked into his deep green eyes.

Harry took something out from his pocket and set it in Hermione's hand, "Open it."  Hermione looked down at the black velvet case, "Harry . . ."

"Just open it," now the two had the full attention of Ron and Lavender beside them.  She slowly opened the velvet case and a shining diamond shone back at her.  "Harry . . . it's . . ."

"Hermione Granger," she looked back up at him as he slid the ring on to her finger, "Will you spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Of course I will," she kissed him passionately and let him go back into his seat, as they were all called up to receive their diplomas.

***

All four of them walked down the streets of the wizarding world, window-shopping as much as they could.  Hermione and lavender looked at each other, now married women for seven years, they couldn't believe it. 

All of them walked back to their homes, where welcoming little arms reached for them.  "Daddy!"   Harry reached out his arms as the little girl flew into him.  He looked down at the five year-old.  She had black hair that was a wild as her mother's once was, and had her father's glowing green eyes.  "Hey there my little girl.  How was she, Sirius?"  Harry looked up at his godfather.

"She was a handful, but I wouldn't have it any other way."  Hermione came up to him and gave him a hug.  "Oh be careful on an old man, even if he is a wizard."

"Come on, if a pregnant woman can get up the strength to do a day of shopping and have enough strength to hug you, then I think you can give one back."  He smiled at the woman and let her go over to her husband.  "So, what's next?"

"How about having a nice night by the fire?" Harry said setting down his daughter.  "With marshmallows?!" she asked very excited.

"With marshmallows.  And we'll ask if little Morgan can come over too."

"You mean uncle Ron will come too?"

"Yup."

"Yea!" she ran up stairs to get her favorite night pajamas laid out.

"You know, we came a long way," Hermione hugged her husband from behind, finding it kind of difficult.

"Yeah," Harry said patting her hand, "but we still have each other, our fiends, and family."  Sirius went home, as Harry looked up at the top of the fireplace.  There stood three moving pictures.  One with the three of them at their graduation, the other with them all smiling at his own wedding.  And the last one was of his parents holding him when he was only a baby.  "And that is all I need to go on."H