Alice

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Ky.

"Positive. He's got a good reputation with Naming Seers," he assured me. "Remember, this is just for fun, Princess."

"Yeah, says the one who's never read the horror stories that have come from Naming Seers," I grumbled. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I relaxed. "Fun, yeah."

We walked into the booth. The receptionist, a pretty blonde wearing eccentric jewelry looked up from a book. "Hello, my dears. Do you have an appointment?"

"Emrys," Ky said, striding forwards without missing a beat. "Ky and Alice."

"I have you right here," the blonde replied with a smile that now seemed forced at the mere mention of Ky. Even nineteen years after the war, I realized with an audible sigh. "Mr. Hammond will be ready for you in a moment."

"Alright, thank you," I told her, and Ky escorted me to the chairs that had sunflowers pasted all over them. We smiled at each other, and I squeezed his hand.

"We're going to be parents again," he said happily. "I'd forgotten what it was like to have a baby again."

"I think there's a reason why," I said dryly, remembering some of the unpleasant side-effects that started up again and had stirred up some rather unpleasant memories.

"Still, it is indeed exciting," he remarked. The blonde came back into the room.

"Mr. Hammond will be seeing you now," she told us. Ky stood, and I took his hand up, and we followed the blonde into a room that was soft and padded with pastel colors.

Mr. Hammond was a man in purple robes that looked a bit too eager to get our money, just too eager. There was something insane in the depths of those turquoise eyes, and I didn't like it.

"Give me your hands, if you would," he said, pulling out his own. I studied them hesitantly. At least they're clean. I thrust mine out, grateful the only jewelry was my wedding ring, and my locked with the promise ring was around my neck, buried under my shirt. He turned the palms up, and closed his eyes.

"Your son... He'll have a good future, I'll tell you that much. Bello Luis would make a good name for him. After a hero and beauty. His future is eclipsed, however, by your other son's. I can't get a good reading," Mr. Hammond said, unibrow furrowing. "You daughter and son have greatness ahead of them... But it is darker and darker. Choose carefully, Madam Emrys. Your son is heading down a dangerous path, and your daughter an equally dangerous one."

I yanked my hands away. "I'm not taking the word of some fortune-teller as to what my son's future is!"

His eyes opened, and he cocked his head. "Why did you come here?"

"The prat that is my husband thought it would be fun," I said, jerking my thumb at Ky, who was pale at the declarations of Mr. Hammond. "We'll pay you, and we'll all get on with our lives, although I do like Bello Luis Emrys. Sound good?"

He nodded, and I forked over the Sickles, and Ky ushered me out quickly before I could do anything rash. We walked down Diagon Alley in the setting sunlight, and considered what had been said.

"Do you believe that it'll happen, what Hammond said?" Ky finally asked me, his arm around me. I fiddled with the silver chain to my locket.

"I firmly believe that prophecy only counts if we want them to," I said. "After all, I wasn't the Chosen One and I still got rid of Voldemort. Horcrux or no."

"I'd forgotten about the last one," he replied, nodding slowly.

"I can't," I said bitterly. "Brother Dearest keeps reminding me that he could come back, and it could be my fault, although with that new revelation about the Deathly Hallows, I guess it could happen whether or not I destroy it."

"You can't risk it, not with the baby," he told me quickly. "Besides, what if it went wrong? What would happen?"

"That's why I'd rather wait until I die of natural causes," I informed him dryly. "Then at least it's expected."

"True," he agreed. "Bello Luis Emrys. I really do like that name."

"Me too," I agreed. "Definitely sounds good with Ella Rhys and Jacen Remus."

"We have a good family don't we?" He asked, pulling me closer.

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's better than I could've hoped for. I remember twenty-one years ago, when we were fighting a war in our school."

"We've grown together, haven't we?" He replied, smiling at me despite the nasty looks coming his way. "I remember back when we were fighting, and when we used to be downright mean to each other."

"Things definitely changed," I mused. "I remember back when I hated your guts."

"I never hated you," he said softly. "But you had every reason to hate me. Sometimes I still wonder how you ever chose me."

"As opposed to who?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Wesley when he came back, and then later some war hero like Neville Longbottom," he said with a shrug. "Just someone with a boring job who was good and kind."

"Nah, I like interesting people," I teased. "Boring? Honestly, could you see me being saddled up with some mundane muggle working an office?"

He squinted, thinking it through. "No," he admitted. "You've got way too much life for that."

"Well thank you," I said, still blushing a little at his little compliments even after being married for fifteen years. "Give yourself some credit, Ky. You're everything I want, charming and smart and headstrong. I love everything about you, even those archaic manners."

"Archaic, are they?" He asked.

I shrugged. "A bit old-fashioned for my taste, but since you use them, I don't mind."

"Well, if it pleases the princess," he said, giving a mock bow. I rolled my eyed and laughed. "Things are going to be just fine, Princess. Trust me."

"I already did," I assured him.