Seventeen years later

"You two are both adults now," he said as the family of five walked back home from Graduation. Alan was helping him walk. "No more school... Are you two ready to face the cruel world?"

"I'm ready to face anything!" Alan said, his Gryffindor pride in show. His Gryffindor Graduation robes suddenly seemed to shine for a moment, emphasizing his pride. "You taught us most of what we need to know. Of course we can face it!"

Viktor smiled at his son's comment. He was glad that he had been able to do that much for him.

"Daddy?" Angela said, as she took off her Ravenclaw Graduation robes. "Thank you for being there for us all the time. It must have been hard for you. Thinking about it now, I feel really bad for getting mad at you for times when I did. I never thought about how you felt. I'm sorry."

Viktor chuckled. "It's alright, baby girl. You must have had your reasons too."

"What do you two want for your graduation presents?" Hermione asked as Viktor felt the ground turn cobble-like. They were on the pathway to home.

"Since I'm getting into the Bulgarian national first team, can I have a new broom?" Alan asked. "Mine's old. I've had it since forever!"

Viktor sighed. "What have I told you before?" he asked his son. "Being a good seeker is not about having the best broom. It's about your talents. Brooms only help with speed not skill. Speed isn't everything, if you control your speed wrong, you're dead for the game."

Alan muttered something to himself. "Fine," he said. "But can I still get a new broom?"

Viktor felt Hermione's hand on his shoulder. "Let him," she said softly. "It's his graduation present!"

Viktor acquiesced in the end and he could hear his son celebrating. Their youngest child and son Spas, who was currently in his second year at Hogwarts, cheered along with his older brother as Viktor heard Alan tell him that he was going to give his current broom to him.

"What about you Angela?" Hermione asked their daughter. "What do you want?"

"Anything is fine... I don't know really," she said. "An invisibility robe, if that's alright?"

"That's going to be hard to get," Hermione said. "But we'll get you one since you want it."

Viktor heard the door to their house open and he found himself being lead inside. He felt a strange sensation hit him but he shrug it off as the door shut. Since going blind, he didn't like keeping his mind stuck on one thought.

"I'm going to go house hunting tomorrow mum," Alan said all of a sudden. "Would that be alright? I want to live in my own house."

"Ask your father," was Hermione's answer.

"Can I then dad?" he said.

Viktor nodded as he knew his son would pester him on and on until he got what he wanted.

Having lived in this house for more eighteen years, Viktor didn't need to be lead around. He had made sure that everything was kept exactly where it was so that he would know where to get what and everything without bumping into things.

As he made his way to his room, he felt the strange sensation hit him again, but this time, it was his eyes that felt it. He frowned and touched his closed eyes gently with his fingers. The sensation was good and it was warm. He could feel tingles in his eyes and fingers.

"Viktor? Is something wrong?" His wife asked from somewhere behind him. "You're not moving. Are you hurt again?"

Viktor didn't answer her yet. He was fascinated by the feeling he had at the moment.

"Viktor? You're worrying me" Hermione said.

Viktor felt Hermione's warm body on his back and could feel her arms go around his chest into a ring. He sighed.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

He nodded. "I am good"

"What's wrong?" Angela asked, walking up to them.

Viktor heard for footsteps. His whole family was with him now.

"Nothing, your father was just thinking" Hermione muttered.

Viktor could feel the good sensation in his eyes start to get stronger and he covered his eyes with his hands. He wondered what was wrong all of a sudden. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? He couldn't tell.

"Dad? Does your eyes hurt?" Spas asked.

"Do you need your drink again?" Hermione asked. "I'll go get it."

Viktor caught her hand just as she walked away. He had been lucky there. He gasped and jumped back and was taken aback by the sudden light that hit his eyes. Uncovering his eyes, light somehow hit him and he could see blurry figures of four people. He couldn't believe it. The four people were so beautiful and light was surrounding them. It was as if he was seeing angels.

"Viktor?" Hermione said.

Suddenly, he could see again. He grinned. "Hermione, love! I- I- I can see again! You're so beautiful!"

Hermione started to cry and hugged him tightly. "Oh Viktor! What did you do? How did you do it? The medi witches couldn't do it- How did you?"

Viktor turned his head around and saw his sons and daughters and he was blown away by how beautiful they looked.

Alan Viktor Krum was a handsome young man. He really did look like Hermione. The only traits he got from him were his dark colored eyes, tanned skin and height. His hair was in between black and brown, it was a dark color. Alan was fit too.

"Feeling better then?" he said.

Viktor chuckled and nodded.

Angela Rose Krum also looked like Hermione, having her eyes, brown hair, lips and everything. It was just her tanned skin and height that was like himself. She smiled at him.

Viktor let go of Hermione and walked up to his youngest child and lifted him up. He gave him a hug and a kiss. "How are you feeling little Spas?" he asked.

"I'm not little anymore! I'm twelve!" he said though with a smile on his face.

Spas Hugo Krum looked more like Viktor than his older brother and sister. He had his eyes, lips, off center nose and height. His only similarities to Hermione was his rosy skin. He had brown hair and black highlights.

Viktor smiled at his whole family. It had been worth it, his whole seventeen years in the dark. It had opened his eyes and showed him how much he really loved and cared for his family.

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