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Harry Potter and the Unholy Grails

Epilogue

The sun was setting on Hogwarts castle like it had done so many days in his time as a student and the giant squid swam lazily across the lake. Harry Potter stood at the foot of the Astronomy Tower. There was a large expanse of wall that had been destroyed just here during the Death Eater's occupation of Hogwarts. In the three years that had passed since Voldemort's defeat it had been rebuilt and the new stones stood out brightly against the ancient walls around them.

They stood out for another reason as well. Blaise Zabini had had the idea that perhaps they ought to honour those fallen in the war somewhere at Hogwarts. As a result, each stone of the new wall was engraved with a name of somebody who had fought and died for Hogwarts and for the rest of the world's freedom. From where he stood, Harry could just see Dean Thomas' name, finally resting beside his father's, about ten feet up the wall. Zacharias Smith and Cedric Diggory were also there, as were Albus Dumbledore, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Florean Fortescue. Off to his left, as a testament to Hermione's advocating of their rights, Kreacher and Belindia's names lay amidst a whole section of other magical creatures. Above them lay another entire, very large, section of Muggles and Sqiubs. Frank Bryce and Hermione's parents lay at the very center.

Harry ran his fingers over the name in front of him: Severus Snape. It had taken everyone a lot of convincing from Harry to get Snape's name on the wall. He had, after all, killed Dumbledore. Still, in the end he had saved Harry's life and he had been fighting for his family the same way they all had been and that was what mattered. Now his name was carved into the castle forever right beside his mother's, for whom he had died. Just above Snape's name was Narcissa Malfoy's, who had been murdered by her husband for resisting the Dark Lord. Draco had laid the stone into the wall himself.

Harry moved along, finding the names he had been looking for. In a small cluster at waist height slightly down the wall were his parents. James Potter and Lily Evans Potter, immortalized forever in the place they had met. Beside his father's name Harry saw Sirius', and beside his was Regulus Black. Harry felt a stab of regret for the two brothers, who would never be reconciled or know that they had fought for the same cause.

"Hello Harry," a voice greeted him softly from just behind him. Harry turned to see that it was Remus, dressed in a very new set of dress robes and looking more well put together than Harry had ever seen him.

"You look great Remus," Harry said warmly, embracing the older man. The werewolf had become something of a foster father to Harry in the last few years, living with him and Draco at 12 Grimmauld Place. He was writing a book about werewolves and half-humans, in the hopes that by getting the true story out they could help change public opinion of those who were different.

"Well, I figured that if there was ever a day to spend a few extra Galleon's, it would be the day you marry the girl of your dreams," Remus smiled. Gone was the pale and worried man that Harry had met in his third year at Hogwarts. Under the positive influence of the changing world and Tonk's companionship, Remus had slowly shed his worries and regret. He looked happier than Harry could ever remember seeing him these days.

"Don't you have wedding guests to greet?" Draco asked Remus, coming up behind them. In Harry's considered opinion, he was the best looking person at the whole wedding. He laced his arms around Harry's waist, leaning against his back, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder and gently pressing a kiss to his cheek. Harry reveled in the touch and the fact that it was happening here, in the open and in front of his guardian. It had taken them both a lot of time and a lot of courage, but when they had come out it had been the most liberating experience of Harry's life. Of course, he had been silly to worry. There had been backlash – Rita Skeeter had had a field day – but nobody Harry cared about had so much as teased him about it. The werewolf sighed and smiled ruefully.

"I suppose I do," Remus smiled again. "I thought I asked you two to help Tonks keep the guest list small?"

Harry smiled too. "Remus, you know so many people, how would that be possible? Come on, let's get it over with."

Indeed, Remus was right. There were hundreds of people here for the wedding, milling around the grounds in front of the lake. Taking Draco's hand, Harry led the three of them over to the crowd.

"Harry!" he heard Hermione's voice call through the people. He turned and spotted her. A beautiful and rather sizable engagement ring sparkled on her finger as she pulled Ron by the hand towards them. Evidently the twins had gifted their brother a few dollars. She looked more beautiful than ever and Ron was definitely showing her off slightly for the other guests. Hermione had become rather famous in the past few months because of her work at her new job in the Department of International Cooperation. Still only an intern, she had helped draft several revolutionary laws that had aided in information sharing and security internationally, helping to ensure that a war like the one that had just ended would not happen again. Both Fleur and, much to Ron's annoyance, Viktor Krum had been instrumental in helping her.

"Hey Hermione, hey Ron," Harry said happily, grabbing them both into a hug. Draco shook Ron's hand, grinning.

"So Ron, have you won a match yet?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh shut up Draco," Ron said smiling. Ron, a Keeper and now a twice winner of the All-Britain Quidditch Cup with the Chudley Cannons, was widely regarded as the one of the best Keepers in the English division. Just the other day, Harry had caught two young witches singing Weasley is Our King in Diagon Alley. Hermione beamed at Ron with obvious adoration as Ron grinned at the Draco, "How about you? Have you gotten published yet?"

Draco smiled, all his beautiful white teeth showing. "Indeed I have," he said and Harry laughed at the understatement. After they had all returned to Hogwarts and completed their final year, Draco had gone on to choose a career in reporting, determined to ensure that the Prophet never reported biased or untrue stories ever again. He had a very popular column these days, somewhat sarcastically entitled 'The Gryffindor Side of Life', that reported courageous or kind things that people were doing. The fact that Draco was writing what amounted to the Everyday Hero's feel-good section of the paper never failed to amuse Ron.

"Hello Harry. Ron, Hermione, Draco," a cheery voice greeted them all. Tonks, her eyeball bluer and more piercing than ever, surveyed them. Clapping Harry on the back, she smiled at him. "Dawlish tells me that you are performing exceptionally in training, Harry."

Harry smiled, blushing slightly. Tonks, as the head of the Auror Department, was referring to the tests Harry was undergoing as an Auror in training. Most of the Aurors had thought it pointless to test him after what he had done, but Harry had insisted on earning his place fairly.

"Tonks," Hermione breathed. "You look lovely."

"Thank you, Hermione," Tonks said and then smiled at Harry, looking down through his robes at his feet as Moody had once done at the Yule Ball. "Nice socks," she said, grinning. A shiver ran down Harry's spine. He toes wiggled in the latest pair of birthday socks that Dobby had given him, and he smiled back at Tonks, unashamed.

A bell rang somewhere, signaling that the guests ought to head to their seats.

"Oh gosh, I'd better go," Tonks said.

"Hello Tonks," Ginny said, coming up beside them. She smiled around at them all, her new Magical Law Enforcement badge pinned to her robes. "Come on guys,' she said, indicating the rows and rows of seats set out on the grounds. They faced the wall under which Harry had just been standing. 'Percy is saving us good seats."

Ron and Hermione headed away with Ginny. Harry and Draco, who were the best man and a groomsman respectively, headed up the center aisle to stand near a slightly queasy-looking Remus. Harry patted him on the back, looking around the chairs that faced them. He watched as Ron, Hermione and Ginny edged along a row towards their family. Percy was already sitting there beside Charlie. Percy had surprised them all by permanently resigning from the Ministry and opting to stay home and take care of his older brother. It had taken a long time, but the second eldest Weasley had slowly gotten over his injury and, with much gentle coaxing from Percy, had mostly returned to his former self. This September both men were scheduled to begin teaching Flying and Arithmancy, respectively, at Hogwarts.

Beside Charlie, Mrs. Weasley fused over a very small baby that Harry could see kept trying to pull out her hair. The parents of this infant, Bill and Fleur Weasley, sat in the row behind her, watching their daughter fondly. Bill, dressed in the sleek black robes of an Unspeakable, met Harry's eyes and nudged his wife. Fleur looked up at him, waving. Harry smiled back and returned the wave.

Mr. Weasley sat beside his wife in a deep gold set of robes. Since being appointed the new Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic two years ago, he had finally earned the respect Harry had always felt he deserved and had even made enough money to repair his destroyed home. When Harry spotted him, he was deep in conversation with a Muggle couple that, judging by their red hair and the fourth-year Slytherin that sat between them, could only be Mafalda's parents. It was a testament to how much Wizarding Britain had changed that Mafalda had been safe to finally admit that her father was a Squib and her mother a Muggle and not fear ridicule.

In fact, Harry noticed, and his smile widened, they were not the only set of Muggles in the audience. Several rows behind the Weasleys, there was another couple dressed in their Muggle best. Beside the smiling Mr. and Mrs. Thomas were two young Harry Potters. Next to them, a well dressed Seamus Finnegan caught Harry's eye and, ruffling Mathias' hair affectionately, grinned at Harry. Harry grinned back, subtly pointing them out to Draco. Logan and Mathias had obviously just gotten back from Diagon Alley; large violet bags from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes were just visible at their feet and they had clearly been enjoying Fred and George's latest product.

"Harry Potter Pops," George had shown Harry the other day, flourishing his hands at a red and gold display in their window. "People suck them and they turn into…well, you."

"Only for a few minutes though." Fred had added with a grin, catching sight of Harry's face.

Mathias, Harry noticed, was already wearing his Hogwarts robes. He had just turned eleven and had been overjoyed to get his Hogwarts letter. Harry had heard from Mrs. Weasley that he had spent a lot of time at Mafalda's house, bombarding her with questions about the castle and the classes.

There was a great creaking at the back of the crowd and Harry sought its source. Hagrid and Grawp, both in awful yellow suits, were seating themselves. Several wizards called their greetings to Hagrid as he helped Grawp into a chair the size of two park benches. Hagrid had continued to teach Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts once it had reopened. He had been appointed as a special advisor to the Department of Magical Creatures by Mr. Weasley himself so that he could advise the Ministry on the best policies for inter-species living. Ron had been horrified to hear this, convinced that soon they would have Blast-Ended Skrewts for neighbours, but the half-giant seemed to be doing well in his new job.

Looking around, Harry's smile faltered for a second as he spied a group of Remus' new werewolf friends sitting together in the center of the seats. They had been given a wide berth by the rest of the guests. Even as he stared, however, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, holding hands, wandered up and sat down right beside them. Harry felt a rush of affection for them as he heard Luna inquire loudly to the nearest werewolf about how his family was. Luna, as a Healer-in-Training at St.Mungos, knew most of Remus' friends from their regular check-ups at the Dangerous Bites Ward. Neville was soon joined quickly by Professor Sprout, with whom he began to chat immediately, and much of the Hogwarts staff.

Somewhere behind them an organ began to play and the crowd fell silent. At the very last moment, Fred and George came barreling across the grass and flew up the aisle to sit with their family, both wearing huge grins and bright green robes.

A few moments later, Tonks was walking up the aisle with her father, her mother sitting in the front row and weeping. The ceremony went flawlessly and beautifully. When Harry pulled the rings from his pocket and handed them to Remus, he could see the joy in the werewolf's face. When the newlyweds kissed and Tonks hair turned involuntarily bright red, the crowd laughed. Then, as everyone clapped and yelled their congratulations to the new couple, there was a loud bang. Above the castle, bursting off all the ramparts, were fireworks. Harry recognized them as the Weasley twin's and sent them an appreciative grin.

Staring up at the fireworks, now spelling out "Congrats Remus and Tonks", Harry felt Remus lean over towards him. The older man whispered, "I wish your parents and Sirius could have been here, Harry."

Harry looked at the sparkling new wall of Hogwarts. In the reflected light of a giant heart bursting from Gryffindor Tower, Harry could just make out the names on the stones. He turned to his surrogate father and smiled. "They are here. All of them are."