Chapter Eleven
Epilogue

"Do we really have to go all the way to your mothers again?" Harry groaned. His knees were covered in dirt, he was hunched over in their back garden tending to the vegetables and herbs, pulling any wayward weeds as he did. He could use magic, he knew, but he much preferred to use his hands keeping himself occupied in the summer heat.

"You were the one who was so insistent on being close with her," Draco shrugged, although Harry couldn't see it from the window. He was currently spelling dishes away from their lunch, the window to the backyard left open.

"Maybe we could bring Ron, 'Mione and the kids again," Harry suggested slyly.

"No. Never again. Hugo nearly gave my poor mother a heart attack last time with that unfathomable invention George calls a toy. Honestly, how half the things that man sells is legal is beyond me."

Harry rolled his eyes, sitting back in the grass and wiping off his knees, throwing his gloves to the side. "You're just jealous that you weren't allowed to carry Erumpent horns."

"I've got a bloody Apothecary. Erumpent parts are necessary sometimes! Honestly, I will murder Granger within an inch of her life if she makes any other rare ingredients illegal to obtain," he grumbled which Harry had to chuckle softly at.

There was a loud thud from within the house followed by a few moments of silence. "Daaaad! Daaaaaddy!"

Draco groaned as the call was followed by animated, shrill barks. "You're turn, Harry. She's probably done something horrible to Rin again."

Harry smirked and brushed himself off as good as he could and walked ito the house. "Once she gets used to the Crup she'll leave him-"

"DAD!" Lily Luna Potter-Malfoy yelled at the top of her small lungs. For a five year old she was quite loud. Harry winced and hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

He found his daughter, her blindingly blond hair and large green eyes, looking worriedly up at him when he entered her room. Harry bent down to his knees, openly calling her over. She clambered up to his side, settling down on his lap and burying her head into her Dad. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"He took it! Rin went and took the dragon you made for my birthday! He won't give it back!" She whined, pouting out her thin lips. Harry ran a hand through her long, fine hair, smiling softly.

"Did you try to ask for it nicely?"

Lily huffed as her father slid her off of his lap. "Rin?" Harry called. Immediately the small puppy Crup ran from underneath her four poster bed and to Harry, lapping at his hand. Harry pet the dog softly, within its jaws the small toy dragon Harry had made. "Tata," Harry ordered softly. The Crup looked wary at first but obeyed, as he always did when Harry or Draco spoke, and released the toy into his waiting hand. "Good boy."

Harry turned back to his daughter, handing her the unharmed toy. "See? Sometimes you just have to ask nicely."

"Yeah but Daddy never asks nicely for anything and still gets what he wants," Lily pouted defiantly.

Harry chuckled, ruffling the little girls hair, he needn't ask which Dad she was speaking about. "Then I think we should give Daddy a proper time-out then, hm?"

Lily grinned largely up at Harry, nodding her head excitedly. "Yeah! That'll teach him a lesson!"

"Later though. Grab your things, we are going to Nana's again today."

"Nana's Cissa?!" Lily asked elatedly. Harry nodded, the child immediately ran over to haul a few of her favourite toys out.

"Come downstairs when you're ready, Lil!" Harry said and smiled as his daughter ran about her room collecting her things before returning to the kitchen.

Draco was just finishing up his cleaning when Harry approached him from behind, his arms wrapped around his waist as he left a small trail of kisses up his neck. Draco shivered and turned around to meet Harry's lips with his own for a moment. "Is the little boggart ready?"

"Nearly. There's enough time for more of this, however," Harry drawled and captured Draco's lips again. They kissed like it was their first time. Almost always were they left breathless, wanting more until they got more.

"Ew! Gross, Dad!" Lily covered her eyes at the entrance of the kitchen.

Draco and Harry both laughed in unison, reluctantly pulling apart. "You won't think it's so gross when you're older," Harry said.

Draco walked over to scoop Lily up into his arms, heaving as he did, it wouldn't be something he could do for much longer. "Ready to go, Lil?"

"Yes! Maybe Nana Cissa will let me play with her wand again this time!"

Harry and Draco looked at each other frightfully. "Not if we can help it," Harry quipped. Draco led the way to the Floo, his daughter in tow as Harry watched, slowly following behind.

He never imagined a simple phone could have given him so much. A simple, drunken prank that had failed miserably gave him a life he never knew he could have. With his and Draco's genetics they were able to find a surrogate, Luna Longbottom, to carry a child for them. At first it was difficult, harder than it seemed worthwhile, but now Harry couldn't imagine his little family any other way. He felt truly blessed for what he finally had achieved.

"Coming, Harry?" Draco called softly, snapping Harry from his reverie as he stood now in the study.

"Yeah, Daddy, or else Nana is gonna eat all the treacle tarts before we even get there!" Lily sounded almost as if she believed it.

Harry smiled blindingly at the two he loved more than anything else in the world. "Yes, I'm coming," he obliged softly.