Yen ran through this and made it so much prettier.

Through the years: the epilogues

Two years later …

"Hogsmeade. I think we should open a branch in Hogsmeade." Harry dropped into the seat next to Ron.

"Why Hogsmeade?" Ron pushed a glass of Butterbeer over to his best mate.

"Zonko's closed, there is no real competition, it is near Hogwarts, and"

"And Granny can't follow you there."

Harry nodded. "I love Granny, but she is pushing for great-grandchildren. Every evening this summer she has walked to Spinner's End. She has dinner with us and it is sure to come up in the conversation."

Ron nodded. "Mum is doing about the same. I knew that letting Granny and Mum meet up was a bad idea. No sooner than your banns were posted, ours were too. A May and June wedding. Those two were as pleased as punch. Now both are pushing for children."

Harry sighed. "I swear that people think she has owl roosts posted about her house now considering the number that she receives."

Dismissing the thought, he returned to his reason to be there. "Would Hermione be okay with the move? Severus has already approved it. We would still have to go back to Spinner's End for part of the summer – he can't abandon Granny. I agree with that. We can't abandon her."

"Maybe she can visit Hogsmeade during the summer?"

"The only muggle in the entire Wizarding town?"

"There are a number of people her age she can talk to, new things to see, and you and I both know just how much she loves magic. She can visit for two weeks, you can go to Spinner's End for two weeks, and then have the rest of your summer without obligations."

Harry considered the idea. "Granny in Hogsmeade. She would love it! I swear that lady is a squib in hiding."

Ron's eyes widened. "You think so, honestly?"

Harry nodded. "Severus agrees with me. He said that it was possible one of his great-grandparents was a wizard or a witch, and was never found out since Granny didn't have magical powers. We are thinking of testing it, but are not sure what to do."

"When she comes to Hogsmeade, see if she can see Hogwarts without the charm being lifted. That'll tell you."

"So, we are going to try Hogsmeade?"

At Ron's nod, they started planning in earnest. Granny had taught them well.

§ʘ§

One year later …

"Button, I am not sure bringing Granny to the store would be a good idea." Severus clasped his hands behind his back as he paced the front room of the Hogsmeade's branch of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"You and I both know that she wants to see it, and she will harp until she gets here. She has even insisted that her house be connected to the floo network just so that she can travel here." Harry gestured to the large fireplace that could only be partially seen through the cracked door to the back room.

Ron glanced from one to the other before chiming in. "Mum is coming as well. She is looking forward to seeing Granny again."

"Albus … Albus is talking of coming to town so that he can visit with her since she is a muggle and will have problems seeing Hogwarts." Severus suppressed the shudder as he wondered just what those two would plan out this time. The wedding was horrendous enough. Yes, it was tasteful. Yes, the menu was perfect as was the music. Granny, though she loved Albus' ideas, succeeded in doing something many had never done, she moulded them into something tasteful. It didn't change the fact that the ceremony was overdone in size.

"I think we should check if Granny can see it or not. I still think she is a squib raised as a muggle." Harry leaned against the counter, not even approaching Severus. He knew that the man needed to pace to calm down.

Severus stopped and stared at his husband. "That would be even worse, Button. She would visit us at the castle."

§ʘ§

Several summers later …

"Why is Albus taking Granny to the Ministry Gala?" Harry paced their bedroom while casting a questioning look at Severus.

"He and Minerva are taking her. They are sure that she will love it."

"Severus, she will take over if she keeps infiltrating the Wizarding world. People underestimate her more than they do Albus."

"That is what the Headmaster loves about it, but that still doesn't change our problem. Who is going to watch the children while we are there?"

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes opened wide in an attempt to convey his sincerity. "I'll stay home. I don't know if I want everyone to know it was my Granny that toppled the Wizarding world."

Severus chuckled before sighing. "And you think I do? I am an ex-Death Eater, Button. They'll swear I influenced her. I'll stay home with you."

"Su -u-ure, you influenced Granny. They'll think that until they have to deal with her. They'll know she is Snape right quick." Harry laughed at that image before sighing. "Neither of us can miss. Ron and Hermione will be very upset. They are expecting us so that we can all guard each other's backs."

Staring at the carpet, Harry tried to think of a solution. His head shot up, his eyes widening as they focused on Severus. "Hold on! Aren't Turtle and Dove going this year?"

Severus grinned at Button's use of the endearments for Arthur and Molly. He had declared it easier than calling them by their given names, and they had requested him to stop calling them Mr and Mrs Weasley. The grin faded as he remembered that they were going. Looking at Button, his eyes narrowed and then a smile curled his lips. "I see that not only are we stranded without our typical child watcher, but so are Darling and Cutie-pie. Granny had agreed to watch them before Albus convinced her to go."

Harry looked around their room and then at both of them in their formal wear. "Let's go quickly. We need to get to Hermione and Ron's as soon as possible. Then we are all going to make a break for Spinner's End or to the Granger's for the evening. They'll never think to look for us there, either of them. Me, you, them, and all the children, we will have our own celebration for the end of the War."

Severus was at their door, calling for the children before the last syllable had faded.

§ʘ§

The next morning …

Harry stared at the Daily Prophet. Blinked and stared again before pushing it over for Ron and Hermione to read. He watched them – their faces would surely tell him if he was reading the news right.

"Blimey, mate. I knew Granny was unique, but this take the cake."

Severus walked into the room, six children trailing him before they bolted for the table. "What did Granny do?"

Ron pushed the paper into his hand before walking into the kitchen, dragging Harry with him.

Severus looked at the paper, his eyes automatically drawn to the moving picture of Granny conversing with the Minister. Kingsley looked nonplussed. No one ever made Kingsley look nonplussed. Skimming the article he discovered that Kingsley was called Sugar all night, and that there was now widespread speculation on whether Albus was dating Granny or Minerva. Granny had also danced most the night away, shot down Malfoy publicly – though exactly how was never said, and when she was with Molly Weasley they acted worse than the Weasley twins on a bad day. One thing was for sure, not one reporter believed that she was related to Severus Snape, no matter that her name was Sophia Snape.

Setting the paper on the table, he looked at the children surrounding the table and then at Darling. "I shall help with breakfast. How long do you think we can hide?"

Ron poked his head out of the kitchen. "I would like to stay a week if that is possible? We could close the shop and lay low."

Harry's voice floated out of the kitchen. "We might want to take a trip – say, we keep talking about taking to children to France. What do you say? No time like the present. It could explain our absence last night."

"We don't have everything packed for a trip." Hermione glanced at Severus to see if he was accepting the idea. She could see that he liked it and was already plotting out the dynamics.

Harry walked into the dining room and set plates on the table, followed by Ron. "Bacon, eggs and toast. Quick breakfast and then we head out. Severus will come up with our excuse for leaving. Since it was an emergency, we ended up leaving in our formal wear, and purchased everything else there. Since I am suggesting it, I will foot the bill on this one."

Severus and Hermione served the children. "I will have an adequate excuse before we return. We shall use the emergency portkey since it is not time traceable."

"By the time we get back, hopefully Granny will have calmed down. I didn't realize she would act a fool like this if we didn't show up." Hermione shook her head, finally showing her disbelief.

"She dragged my Mum into it."

Severus looked over at Cutie-pie and raised an eyebrow. "Your Mum is the sister of two notorious pranksters and the mother of two more. She possibly helped plot the entire thing."

Breakfast was finished in record time and two families fled for a French holiday.

§ʘ§

A decade or two later …

"She was an amazing woman." Minerva stood next to the grave but her attention was on Severus and his family.

In the crowd that was gathered there were many people who were dressed so strangely that Minerva almost hoped no one took a picture of this group of mourners. Most of the muggles there were giving the wizards wide berth and looks of askance.

Severus drew a deep breath and then let it out. All his tears were gone. He had cried them out last night on Button's chest. Button's had soaked his hair. "Yes, Granny was an amazing woman. It is not often someone could straddle both of our worlds so easily, but she did it with ease and flair."

Molly bit her bottom lip lightly before resting a comforting hand on Severus' shoulder. "She was special, different, and a very unique person. It was a privilege to know her."

Severus stood quietly in the churchyard as the guests filtered out. Soon all that was left was Button, Darling, Cutie-Pie, and the children, and they were standing a respectful distance away. Focusing on the grave marker, a tiny smile quirked the side of his lips. Her name was of course on the top of the stone, just as Grandfather's was, but below there was a small list of endearments: My Heart, Mummy Dearest, and Granny. Grandfather's only had one endearment on it, and only Granny had ever been allowed to call him that. Drawing his wand, he joined the two headstones into one and then, with the image of an ivy vine, he connected the two endearments that he had known but was never allowed to use.

Turning to leave, he smiled in earnest. My Own was finally with My Heart, the way it was always supposed to be.