Epilogue: Family

-Present Day-

"Grandpa Harry! Grandpa Harry!"

Eighty four year old Harry Potter turned around to look at his little seven year old granddaughter, Virginia. He smiled at her, she had the same bright red hair like his wife Ginny and his daughter Lily.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What are you doing?" Virginia asked him as she kneeled down next to him. "Don't cemeteries scare you? They are full of dead people."

Harry laughed. "No, they don't scare me. We have nothing to be scared off. Cemeteries are a peaceful place. They help us remember memories."

Virginia nodded she traced her little finger around the cold headstone. "Grandpa Harry, whose grave in this?"

Harry smiled sadly at her. "That's the grave of your great grandfather, my dad Anthony Stark. But everyone called him Tony. He was a great inventor and he was Iron Man as well."

Virginia gaped at him. "No way, I saw the Iron Man statue in Time Square, he was my great grandpa and your daddy?"

Harry nodded sadly. Virginia and Lily and her husband lived in the wizarding world, as well as Harry and Ginny, but Harry liked visiting and he especially liked New York it reminded him of his childhood. "Yes, and this is the rest of my family. Your family." he said motioning to the other graves.

Tony had passed away after the birth of Harry's first daughter when he had an accident in the lab. Pepper had joined him a few weeks later people speculated that it was because of a bad cold, but Harry thought that she had died of a broken heart.

Bruce had died of old age with Betty, an old lover next to him. They had gotten married after Harry's first year at Hogwarts after they found each other again.

Steve had married as well as he had passed away a few years previously in Florida where he and his family had lived.

Natasha and Clint had been declared missing when they went on a mission overseas when Harry was fifteen. He didn't known if they were alive or dead, their bodies had never been found.

Loki and Thor were still alive of course since they were gods and had a higher life span and they each had their own families, they still visited Harry every few months.

"Grandpa." Virginia petted his cheek. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I was remembering the things that me and the people that are buried here used to do." he said quietly.

"Things? What kind of things?"

The baseball games, the trips to the helicarrier, the dinners, the birthday parties, the laughs it seemed so simple to explain, but he couldn't find the right words.

Virginia stared at him with big, eager eyes. "Do you miss them? Is that why you're crying?"

Harry nodded as he stood up. "I miss them very much." he said as he grabbed Virginia's hand and started leading her back to the trail. "They were my family. The most important people in my life that we always there for me. But I'm sure I'll see them again. Someday."

Harry looked back at the lonely graves. They didn't seem to be enough to represent how much those people had meant in Harry's life.

Thank you and goodbye.

The End.

I know it was a depressive ending and kind of corny. But I don't know, it just felt like the right kind of ending to me. I like sad endings sometimes, I don't know why I'm weird that way : )

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