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Chapter 14, Final Chapter:

A week into April, Harry received a note from Draco Malfoy. Harry was cautious. Maybe Nerrissa still planned to kill him, although she'd only smiled smugly the last time he'd seen her at a party, and patted her belly. Julie had ignored her. Julie was growing up.

Harry apparated a cautious distance from the mansion, and felt for danger, and for the presence of Nerrissa or Kryall. They were not close.

He was surprised to find Draco welcoming him with such relief. Draco wanted to show him something, and gave him some coordinates to apparate to, but Harry said to Draco to go first, and just apparated to Draco. He had so far avoided admitting to anyone that he could not apparate to coordinates.

Harry looked at Draco in confusion when they arrived at a very large muggle hospital. But Draco only led off, and Harry, very curious now, followed.

In a humidicrib lay a tiny baby. The skin appeared almost transparent, the eyes were sealed shut, and it could have scarcely been more than twelve inches long. The skinny chest seemed collapsed, sucking in and out, and there seemed to be tubes everywhere, surely much too big for such a tiny baby. Harry put out a hand, tentatively, touching the outside of the crib. He had never seen such a pitiful object. It reminded him of the drowned kitten, and his eyes were moist.

"Who is he?" he finally asked Draco, in a hushed voice.

"It's Nerrissa's," said Draco, in a more matter-of-fact tone. "She was killed, and a muggle doctor cut away the baby. According to Nerrissa, you were the father, though it seems hard to believe. Do you want it?"

Harry was thinking of Julie. "What if I can't take him? Will you raise him?"

But Draco said, "I'd try, but I'm an old man. And I don't know where Kryall is."

"I'll have to ask Julie," said Harry. "I'll get Hermione, too. The poor little thing looks very sick, he may not live."

"The muggle doctors say maybe, maybe not. But they can't use spells to help, of course."

A nurse was bustling about, and looked at him curiously. What did he say?

Twenty minutes later, Harry was back with Julie. Julie wanted to touch. Very premature, not quite seven months, they were told, still touch and go.

"He's not much older than my baby was when he died," said Julie in a hushed voice.

"Draco says we can have him if we want," said Harry, "Since I'm the father."

Julie looked up and smiled. "Yes, please."

Ministry influence was needed to get the tiny baby away from the muggle hospital, but just two days later, he nestled in the arms of Julie, and was frequently touched, gently and in wonder, by Harry. Harry cancelled his overseas work for a time, and when Sandra Darke tried to give him a lecture about his duty to British wizardry, he indifferently resigned, suggesting that maybe they could get Cissy instead.

Hermione moved in to stay with them for the first month as the baby needed a lot of attention. There were no tubes, no oxygen, almost non-stop cuddling, and regular doses of magic. Within a few days, and again with the help of magic, Julie was giving the tiny baby the best nourishment possible. They named him Adrian.

By the end of June, the baby seemed to be healthy, although small for his age, even after the premature birth was taken into account. Now it looked at its doting parents with that look a baby sometimes wears of knowing everything in the universe. They knew he was the most beautiful baby in the world. Harry had known that Margaret, Victoria, James and Beth were all the most beautiful babies in the world, but for Julie it was the first time. Other people thought he looked somewhat like a monkey, but still agreed with the proud parents - the most beautiful baby in the world.

Cissy wasn't ready to start doing overseas trips, maybe in a year or two. So once the baby seemed more securely alive, Harry agreed to resume the work. It was time for Sweden again, and he always liked Sweden... Barbara Bancroft had been very annoyed with Sandra Darke. Whatever Harry Potter wanted, Harry Potter got, she was told, and it was not for Miss Darke to try and rebuke him.

Little Adrian became bigger and stronger as the months progressed, although always appearing small and thin next to other babies. His hair grew in jet black, and his eyes were bright green. He had the colouring of his father.

Oddly, Draco Malfoy took a close interest. This was his great grandchild, and it was the first Malfoy he'd known not to be blonde. Harry and Julie acknowledged Draco's relationship, and never hid the fact that Nerrissa Malfoy was the child's mother. Slightly more information came to light about Nerrissa's death. There were some bizarre stories as muggles tried to find a rational explanation for observed magic. It appeared clear, however, that Kryall had killed her.

Harry again went to find Kryall, again not showing himself. This time, the young man was pacing the floor with a screaming baby in his arms. They were in hiding again, and there was no healer available who could help with a colicky baby. Harry left them alone.

**x**

A year later, Cissy said that if Harry wanted, she could do the overseas stints, and Harry could just clean up the leftover cases on a Friday. Harry agreed with pleasure. That sounded fine to him. They were just to make sure and call him in for any pumpkin-head cures needed. They were urgent, and Cissy could not do them.

Only a few days after that arrangement, Euan Abercrombie watched Julie's possessive pride in her baby, looked at the beautiful daughter of Beth and Jeremiah, who were visiting, and suddenly thought that he was being unreasonable. Harry Potter was unique, and would be a very valuable member of staff. Maybe that friend of his who'd seen Harry with his daughter that time had been mistaken. Now he thought about it, she always did tend to assume the worst.

It was more than thirty years since Harry Potter had lost his job at Hogwarts. At the chronological age of eighty-one, he returned. He had his own small office, and did a routine three days a week, and then often on Thursday or Friday, he'd be working breaking the spells that Cissy couldn't manage.

He rediscovered the happiness he'd always felt in teaching. He did the same type of fill in work that he had previously done, as he had such a wide knowledge of magic, but also did his own subjects with the senior students, according to demand. They were extra, voluntary subjects, ungraded, but a pass under Harry Potter was always noted on final result papers. It was a matter for pride that one had studied with the great wizard. It tended to be noted on resumes.

A favourite nominated short course was that of caring for dragons. And if sometimes, the teaching became dragon tournaments, with conjured dragons in the air, it did not seem to impede learning.

Julie was very happy with her husband and her baby, and Harry took a possessive pride in both of them. Even when Julie demanded that he sit for his portrait to be painted, he only protested a little, and mostly to other people. He had always done what Ginny wanted, and what Luna wanted, and he almost always did what Julie wanted.

So he sat for his portrait, feeling awfully foolish as he did. It was by the renowned wizard artist, Nathaniel Thomas, a grandson of Dean Thomas, whom Harry had gone to school with.

**x**

Harry had suffered some difficult times since Beth had left him. And yet, out of illness, trauma, and treachery, he had gained an increased power. And out of a strange rape, had come a beloved child.

And Harry had a wife again, whom he loved, and who loved him. After all his searching, he hadn't needed to find an equal. He had no equal. Harry Potter was unique. And he found a wife to love anyway.

The End.

Postscript:

Ancestry of Cissy

Harry , age 21, sired baby girl with American, Susan McKay, on ship back to England.

Daughter called Toni Bellamy Schuster

Daughter of Harry, Toni Bellamy Schuster

married son of Harry called Ian, son of English muggle, Sandra Torrington,

whom he knew when he was just seventeen..

This was a marriage of half brother/half sister.

Their children: 1st child Iris, Of the other children of the marriage, two died as children, and three died as young adults, showing characteristics of over-sensitivity, sometimes wildly erratic behaviour, and possible heart problems. There were also some stillbirths, and some miscarriages. None appeared exceptional in magical power.

Iris marries Louis Diefenberger, son of Harry, from a German tourist , Anna Klein.

Only child Cissy Diefenberger,

Mother Iris dies when Cissy little, father dies when Cissy 16.