Epilogue

Ginerva looked over at her husband; he was sleeping on the couch with a book in his hands. He had had a lot to do at work lately which was starting catch up to him. His once black hair was now mixed with the light shade of grey, and then again he was now over sixty so that was not all that weird. His hair was not the only thing that gave his age away thought, also his features and eyes helped with that.

Not that Ginevra minded that, she loved every day with her husband, but it hadn't always been like that. The road that had taken them to were they were now had been very long. As any other married couples they had over the years had their fair shares of troubles. Harry's sidestep was among them.

As Ginny looked at her sleeping husband she vaguely remembered how she that Christmas morning twenty-two years ago had woken up before Harry. She had watched him sleep, listening to the children making noises downstairs while opening heir presents. She didn't mind, she had simply ignored them, continuing to watch Harry, until he slowly woke up.

He was looking at her with his emerald green eyes, reaching out to stroke her cheek, smiling at her. He had then reached to plan a kiss on her lips, which she in time had returned, resulting in them needingly making love.

When they were done they had stayed in each other's arms for a long time before getting up and out of bed. As they slowly got dressed and walked down to the children Ginevra knew for a fact that she would never let her husband sleep on the couch again. He knew the same and was very thankful for that.

Something else had happened that morning as well, Ginevra didn't know it for sometime later thought. That morning they had ended up producing yet another child. She was at the point when she found out unsure whether to keep it or not all things considered as she was not ready for it.

After talking it over with Harry they decided upon keeping the child, which in time turned out to be a little girl. She would turn out to have black hair like her father and light brown eyes. This was something both Harry and Ginny found ironic as her eye color were almost a striking resemblance to Andromeda. That didn't make them love her any less and for some off reason they ended up calling he just that, Andromeda Molly Potter, she usually went by Meda as that was shorter and easier.

Andromeda in time learned about the little Potter girl bearing her name and when she one day ran into Harry at the store, she asked him why they had chosen just that name, considering what she and Harry had done. She knew for a fact how bad it all sat with Ginny and of course herself due to the way Harry had left things with her.

He had simply said that the name had fitted their young girl and left it at that. The two of them had somehow over the years slowly started to mend their fences and had gone to becoming quite close again. They however never again would take that further as Harry had knew that there was no woman he would ever love higher than his wife and he would not be as foolish as to try wrecking what hey had ever again.

Ginny smiled at her sleeping husband when the door suddenly got flung right open and her four children came in singing an old Christmas carol.

"I was wondering when you four would get back from the pub," Ginny said in a soft tone smiling at them.

"Well it got boring, besides nothing beat the fire at the fireplace here and hot chocolate," said Lily Luna with a smile as she flopped down on the floor next to the fire.

"Shouldn't you two be home with your wife's and children?" Ginny asked, looking at Albus and James, they were both married and had two sons each.

"We called saying that we would spend the night here and that they were more than happy to come," said Albus with a yawn, settling in a worn out chair.

Ginny was about to reply to that when Andromeda's soft voice broke through saying, "Ma."

"Yes sweetheart," Ginny said, looking at her youngest daughter.

"Would it be okay if I spent the rest of the holiday's somewhere else?" the young girl asked.

"And where might that be?" Ginny wanted to know as her daughter had never before requested anything of the kind, spite the fact that she was now twenty.

"Let's just say I found someone I want to be with," she said with a dreamy sigh, curling up on the couch next to her sleeping father closing her eyes.

Ginevra looked at her other children for an answer but didn't get one; she just shook her head, walking towards the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Albus quickly joined to help as he could hear his companion and sons voices from the living room, meaning they most likely had apparated there.

Ginny smiled thinking everything was as it was supposed to be, just another Christmas at the Potter house.


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