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And so the story ends.
Epilogue: Twenty-Five Years Later…
Bent over from age and dependent on a cane, a woman paced in front of the fire place of her grandson's home. It was getting on close to three in the afternoon and she was most anxious. Scattered around where the woman paced were her children, grandchildren, and even a few great grandchildren. They were all amusedly watching the woman that was the head of the family.
"You act as though this is your first time despite all the ones around you," laughed a man with dark hair lightly streaked with grey and vibrant green eyes.
"I know that Robert but this is different for obvious reasons," the elderly woman snapped irritably.
"Different how? This will be the fourth if I'm not mistaken," said a man with auburn hair and twinkling blue eyes.
"I know that Wesley but still," the woman sighed and looked around the room. She started on her right and made her way to the left.
In the large recliner sat her eldest, Calypso. The woman was not much younger than her and her dark brown hair had dulled to a light brown color with streaks of grey. Her eyes were still a bright blue and continued to glow. She was lounging in the chair with two of her own grandchildren reading them a story. Seated on the couch were Natalie, Cassie, Wesley, and Madeline. In a love seat next to them were David, Robert, and Natalie. They all aged well still looking remarkable the same. Of course some had greys and lines but none so much as her.
The woman turned from them to look at her own reflection in the mirror over the mantle. She had considerably more wrinkle and lines in her face and hands. Her hair was no longer black but completely grey. She had aged but still held the grace and elegance her husband had always loved. Her husband. He had died fifteen years ago; a happy old man in his bed.
The old woman tuned back around and smiled at all the faces. The happy and free faces of her children, their spouses, her grandchildren, their spouses, and her great grandchildren. She was just about to say something when the door t the sitting room burst open and a man with messy jet black hair, dark green eyes, a lighting shaped scar, and round glasses entered the room. He wore a face filled with pride as he kissed both the elder woman's cheek and Calypso's.
"Angel, Gran, we want you two to see her first," he said looking between the two women.
Both agreed and followed the man out of the room, down the hall, and into a bedroom where they saw a tired but happy woman with flaming red hair and hazel eyes holding a small blanketed bundle. The man went to his wife and took the bundle from her arms to lay it in Calypso's. She slowly undid part of the blanket to reveal a beautiful baby girl with messy black curls and drake green eyes.
Ginning madly the man said, "Angel and Gran allow me to introduce you to Minerva Calypso Potter."
"She's beautiful Harry," Calypso whispered.
"Congratulations Harry," the elder woman said with tears in her eyes.
"Thanks Minerva," Harry grinned.
Ginny Weasley Potter looked on with much happiness. Her husband had a family that loved him and he had a family to love. The world was right; it was good and Harry's scar had not burned in twenty-five years.