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A/N: A very short epilogue of sorts. This isn't the last time we'll see Neville and Harry. I have other stories planned for the other kids. Next will be three one-shots. One for Clarice, one for Kurt, and one for a mystery couple within the universe. Kudos to anyone who can guess who it will be. ;) If you have a spare moment, feedback is always appreciated.
Thank you so much to everyone who has been following this story and the universe I have thrown together here. I know it's a lot of fandoms thrown together, but somehow in my mind it all words. I hope it does for you, too!
He knew right away as he woke that he was home. Just as he knew that he was not in his own bed, which made him open his eyes in curiosity before he was ever fully awake. It took a couple of minutes for his brain to connect to what his eyes were seeing and what his ears were hearing. There were toys all over a very familiar rug and a very familiar television set was softly playing some kind of nature program. One of the ones that Pasha had been obsessed with when he'd left and apparently was still obsessed with. He felt his eyebrows draw down in a kind of a disbelieving frown.
"Seriously?" He asked out loud.
"Meaning did you seriously get regulated to the couch in your own house right after being all big damn hero over in England?" Neville peaked over the back of the couch to see Jamie huddled down in the reading corner that he remembered Steve putting in for him and Clarice. Jamie had taken over it as he got older and it had become the space that he went when he needed to be alone. He could pull the tent fabric closed and turn on his reading light and simply have time to himself. Of the three kids who made up The Trio Jamie was the one who needed to most time for introspection and privacy. As confident as he tried to present himself he was, in truth, an introvert, and needed to recharge himself by being alone.
"Exactly," Neville smiled at his brother, and motioned to him to join him on the couch. Jamie grinned and vaulted himself over the back of the couch so that he could lean into Neville and snuggle up. Neville wrapped his arm around Jamie and pressed a kiss to his dark hair, "So…why am I on the couch?"
"Because Uncle Loki told Dad and Papa that you were just tired, not wounded, and none of your new boyfriend's family, and some of his friends, wanted to leave him yet and he wouldn't leave you so Papa gave his parents your room. The brothers and sisters and some of the friends are in magic tents in the backyard. All of the Aunts and Uncles and Nana are here, too. There's, like, a hundred people in our house right now."
"No wonder you needed some time in your tent," Neville said, nodding his head sagely. Jamie smiled up at his understanding.
"Harry seems nice," he said, quietly happy, "And his family and friends are awesome, too. Especially the twin guys. There's just so many of them and it can get so loud! Even for us!"
"I bet!" Neville laughed when Jamie giggled. Being raised with so many siblings it was hard to believe that anyone could be as loud as them, but there were just as many Weasleys as there were Rogers-McCoys and from what Harry and Ron had said, they were just as rambunctious, so the house was probably in very happy, not so controlled chaos right now. And Neville couldn't wait to join it. He pressed one more kiss to Jamie's head, "You take all the time you need, brother. Join us when you're ready."
"'Kay!" Jamie flipped himself over the couch and snuggled himself back into his tent before closing the flaps.
Neville shook his head with a smile and got up. He wouldn't usually have used magic for frivolous things like freshening up and changing his clothes, but who knew what kind of state the restroom situation was in, so he shrugged and allowed the magic to change him into his favorite worn jeans and the comfortable sweater that had been a gift from Uncle Sam. Being cleaned without actual water was always an experience, kind of like all of the dirt and sweat was vibrating off of him. He had yet to figure out where it went, but he'd never thought about it too deeply, either. When he was satisfied that he didn't smell and he was as comfortable as he was going to get he left the room. He was surprised that he didn't see more people as he made his way to the back of the house where the kitchen was. But, he supposed if there were magic tents outside that was probably where most of his siblings were and he knew that his parents liked the coziness of the kitchen when they had company, so he assumed they were probably there.
He was proven right when he got to the kitchen and noticed in his periphery that his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and his Nana and Uncle Bruce were at the table, sipping on coffee and talking quietly. But, he only really had eyes for Harry. He'd also cleaned up and looked healthier than Neville could ever remember seeing him, despite the cut just under his eye that was being held closed with a butterfly bandage. His hair was clean and soft looking, sticking up every which way in black spikes. There was a smile on his face and a healthy flush to his skin and he was also in a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt that Neville had seen many times. His feet were bare. Neville didn't know why that turned him on, but it did. And even more sexy to him, was that Harry was holding Pasha and dancing around the room with him. Neville leaned against the doorjamb for a minute to watch them. There was a hunger deep in his belly that he'd never felt before. He'd never wanted kids and he'd doubted that he'd ever fall deeply in love enough with anyone to ask them to marry him, but seeing Harry dancing with a baby on his hip, looking so happy, Neville was ready to drop to one knee and ask him to marry him right there. And kids. Kids someday would be perfect. Harry was it for it, he knew. He could only hope that Harry felt the same.
He felt his heart flutter and an inappropriate part of his anatomy attempt to stir when Harry turned around and finally caught sight of him and the smile he smiled then was a smile Neville had only ever seen directed at himself. God, he was gorgeous. He tamped down on the arousal. They had plenty of time for that later. But, he did allow his heart to overflow with love and what felt almost like a bright white light as he took the last three steps to his lover and wrapping one arm around his waist, and the other around his baby brother's back so that he was still held securely, kissed his Harry within an inch of both of their lives until Pasha interrupted by smacking him on the head.
"What was that for?" He asked on a laugh as he pulled away from Harry's mouth.
"Harry is mine," Pasha pouted, "New best."
"A new best, huh?" Neville mock-growled and took Pasha in his arms, spinning his baby around and tossing him in the air a little ways to make him shriek with laughter.
"Pasha's taken a real shine to Harry," Len agreed as he took his youngest from Neville when he handed him over.
"Pasha's got good taste," Neville agreed before making his way back to Harry and taking him more gently in his arms.
"Nev," Harry murmured, standing on his toes so that he could press their foreheads together gently.
"Hey, sweetheart," Neville whispered.
"It's over," Harry's voice was thick, but Neville knew that he wasn't going to let the tears come in front of everyone. Maybe later when they were alone.
"It's over." Neville agreed, "And now our lives can start."
"Our life," Harry corrected, "Together."
"Together." Neville agreed, and kissed him again.
