Epilogue: Ten Years Later…
Harry nearly wore a hole in the floor of the Burrow, pacing while he heard Ginny upstairs, screaming. But, Molly and Hermione were up with her, and the men were under strict orders to remain downstairs. He turned down Arthur's offer of a pipe, and Ron's offer of firewhiskey.
He smiled as he saw his two sons, James and Albus, running around with their all of their cousins. Fred and George were busy keeping them all entertained with their tricks from the magic joke shop they'd opened together. After what seemed like days, Molly and Hermione came downstairs.
"All right, Harry; up you go." Molly smiled at him.
Harry raced up the stairs, nearly stumbling over his own feet the whole way. When he got up there, he saw Ginny, his beautiful wife, holding a little pink bundle in her arms.
"Hi, Daddy." She smiled at him.
Harry thought he had never seen such a beautiful sight, and he sat down next to them on the bed, dropping a kiss on his new infant daughter's head.
"Harry Potter," Ginny said softly, "Meet your daughter, Lily…"
The End… or is it the Beginning?
