Hey everyone,
Well, I thought long and hard on how many years I should put between last chapter and this one, which – I repeat – is an epilogue not a real chapter, and I decided on two things. #1. The epilogue will consist of small POV changes throughout the entire series. #2. I will let 19 years pass as that will make the epilogue take place in – 2015!
Yep, 1996 + 19 = 2015 and I decided that that would be a good year to end this story on as it's a year we just got into. So to start this new year of mine off, I will end one of my stories in 2015 – in both the year itself and the story! Okay, I feel like I'm about to befuddle myself with this info, so I will just get into the epilogue now.
ENJOY,

Venquine1990

Epilogue
19 Years Later

5th of February 2015
Radiant Garden
Harry's POV

Nineteen years have passed since my parents – supposedly – came back to live, my godfather was saved from certain death, my cheating, self-absorbed headmaster was put to his end and since I myself discovered what it is like to actually live – and that last one is mostly thanks to my destined mate and beloved husband.
Lea himself had actually taken a whole year after our moving to Radiant Garden before he popped the question, yet the way he had done it, the way he had arranged everything bar my wedding dress and the way he had spoken to me on our wedding day and made love to me on our wedding night had made the year long wait worth it.

Of course, during this year of waiting a lot of things had happened. Sora and Roxas had both gotten pregnant due to their stay in Potter Place for their honeymoon – and the apparent balls of energy that dad later told me about and Sora, who had become pregnant late November, had given birth to a beautiful baby girl in August.
Roxas on the other hand had gotten pregnant halfway through January and had given birth to the most amazing little boy with the cutest strawberry blond hair imaginable at the start of September, after a sudden Heartless attack had actually shocked the poor blonde into a sudden labor, making it so the poor thing almost miscarried.
Both Axel and Roxas had been over the moon when they heard that the child was perfectly alright and that the shock had only caused for the placenta to break earlier than scheduled, yet that the two weeks that it was ahead of schedule had not affected their firstborn a single bit, something that had made Roxas teary-eyed with relief.
Both of them had cooed and fretted and adored their little boy and I know for a fact that now, 17 years later, little Rex has grown into the most grownup spoiled adult Twilight Town has ever seen, yet that at the same time the young adult carries his name – which is a mix of both his parents – with true pride and dignity every day.

I myself had been shocked when I had been named godfather for both young Rex as well as Riku and Sora's little girl Canella, a name that had come to Sora while he was only a few months pregnant and that had made him feel absolutely certain he would have a girl even before any doctor or healer could determine the gender.
Riku had been a little doubtful as they were both firstborn of their own parents, yet he had lovingly given his daughter the name when she was indeed put in his arms for the first time. The man had also, shown what kind of protective father he would be and I know that even now, years later, Canella is still annoyed with it.
The girl herself had actually moved out to Radiant Garden to live with me and Lea for the last couple of years and I know darn well that if it weren't for the fact that I lived here too and that Riku trusted relentlessly on the RG Restoration Committee, that his daughter would have been forbidden from moving so far away.
I also know that this annoys Canella even today and I tried every day that she lived in Radiant Garden to at least make sure she floo-called her parents every so often, making certain that her annoyance with her father's over-protectiveness wouldn't break the bond between them, something Canella understood how much I feared that.

Yes all of the children born here and in other worlds were constantly told the story of how my family and I lived before we moved to this Universe, mostly because everyone in the entire Universe knows of Master Yen Sid's masterful defeat of his own counterpart, a story that would not have existed were it not for our own existence.
Yet, unlike with the Boy-Who-Lived saga of my life, was this story not blown over the top and did everyone in every world make sure to keep with the facts and to – if they forgot how certain events went – either consult my father, Voldemort, Uncle Sev or myself, even if they more often than not chose the others over me.
I, of course know that everyone in the other worlds does this because they feel I deserve to forget about everything bad that happened to me and while I feel grateful for their compassion, can I not help myself but wonder how the other world is doing, now that all of the strongest forms of Light and Darkness have left their world.

Of course, life here in the Garden – as I sometimes call it – has been anything but quiet and there have definitely been some wonderful things that happened, alongside the two pregnancies of which I personally believe a third wedding will soon sprout if the behavior between Rex and Canella is anything to go by.
Yes, both Sora and Roxas had given birth in the year after our moving here, yet neither of their children had been born in the Garden, unlike the two sons of my Uncles Sirius and Severus, who were both born almost a week after each other, Sirius' being born so closely after Severus' due to his worrying over Severus in labor.
Both men had fretted and worried and pulled at their hair and bitten their tongues and nails all in effort to keep most of their patience and calm while in the other room their spouse was in labor of a child, yet while Severus had his one week old child to contend with, had Toby and John kept Sirius close to them as Severus gave birth.
Both mothers had also been wealthily rewarded for their patience afterwards as Severus had wanted Sirius to be the first to hold his son and Sirius had done the same when his baby boy had come into the world, both of the men having been equally out of this – and all – worlds with joy when they first held their spouse's child.

I then look down from the balcony on which I am resting, down into the central part of the town center, where my two godchildren are happily playing baseball – a sport my mum insisted on and that Sora, Roxas and their spouses were only too happy to learn about themselves – alongside my two eighteen year old cousins.
The two boys, born of Sirius and Severus, had been given the same tradition as their elder twin brothers and Matthias Romulus – short Matt – and Raider Orion – Severus and Remus had insisted on the second name – have both grown up very loved, slightly spoiled, but with the firm lesson that they should always love and be loved.
This had been a lesson that all of us had agreed to raise our kids with, not just because of the positive energy that flows from Radiant Garden's Keyhole, but because none of us living at the Town Center had wanted for a chance of our own world's beliefs to spread into this new world, for the problems there to re-occur here.
Because of this had everyone in the group, both parents as well as Death Eaters as well as all of my friends, vowed to work our hardest to make our future kids grow up, not just enjoying the positive life coming from the Garden's Keyhole, but with the lesson that love is the most important emotion in any and every heart, no matter what world.

I then hear a door open below me and smile widely as I see my own two kids, my little ten year old Isabelle and my seven year old Jeremiah, run out of the house wearing gear that helps protect them as Matthias and Rex are sometimes known to play a little rough when they really get into a game, making them forget the player's ages.
I myself still can't help but feel slightly sad as it had taken Lea and me several years, a full eight even, before I had finally been diagnosed with a child and because of this long wait had I often had periods of time where I feared that my uncle's actions and the treatment of my Muggle Family had taken me all chances of a family of my own.
Lea had, every time again, proven to me not just why he was meant for me and my future, but why he was the Dominant in our love-life as he had held and comforted me while I cried and raged over the unfairness of it all, before taking me to see my mum, who would then perform magical scans to assure me that I could still get pregnant.

It had therefore been a blessing beyond words when, on Christmas eve of our eight year long bond together, mum had come to my own house early and had noticed something about me, something that made her draw her wand and cast the magical spell that announced that I was four months pregnant, something that had blown me away.
Five months later, little Isabelle had been born and she had been the most beautiful and most precious little thing I had ever laid eyes on, making me feel as if I was in a world of my own when I first got to take a hold of her after mum and Aerith had helped me deliver her safely, the baby girl fitting into my arms like pure perfection.
I had, for a short time, been worried over how little she moved while asleep, but mum had assured me that I had done the same and then something had happened that Sirius to this day calls a Déjà vu. I had given Isabelle to her daddy and when Lea turned her so he could have a good look at her face, had our little girl opened her eyes.

At this I feel new tears gather in my eyes, just like it does every time when I think back to that day and while I feel a large smile grow on my face as Jeremiah jumps extra high in order to catch his cousin's fast ball – something that Matthias specializes in – do I feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around my flat-stomach.
I turn my face and see the handsome face of my destined mate and eighteen year long husband, the man gazing at his kids in pride before he turns his gorgeous green eyes my way and asks: "And how was work today?" To which I have to keep the true radiance out of my smile as I turn back outside and calmly say:
"I had to leave early. Had to close the store." This makes the arms around my waist tense and Lea's voice drops a note as he asks: "Why?" I yawn, another sign to me that what I had believed this morning to be true, and say: "Oh, because I almost threw up over Leon's Anniversary suit. We can't have that now, can we?"

To this Lea turns me around and looks at me sternly, having grown to be much more stern with me when he feels his worry get the better of him and he says: "You shouldn't be feeling bad enough to try and puke at all. What happened? Did you see Aerith? Or your mum?" To which I laugh and say: "I did, love, I already did."
"Then why are you so happy?" The man almost demands and I kiss him, loving how open and obvious the man has grown in showing what his heart is telling him and before I lose myself in the intense emotions I feel coming off of him, do I part with him and whisper: "Because you're going to be a daddy – again."
And just by those words do Lea's arms tense around my waist for a completely different reason and while I feel confident that the man could never squish me too tightly to hurt me, can I not help but enjoy the feeling of his arms around me – around the little bundle of joy that is, for the fourth time in a row growing inside of me.
And then, as if she can hear my thoughts, does a little girl of only two years and nine months old hobble into her parents' bedroom, one hand holding onto the pretty skirt I put her into just this morning, the other having a finger stuck in her mouth as she sucks on it and little Dorea asks: "Mummy?" Making me smile widely.

Destiny's Islands
Sora's POV

The last nineteen years have been the best years of my entire life. I have the husband of a lifetime by my side, I have a beautiful full-grown daughter that – while she lives in another world – still contacts me and Riku every so often and I have two more baby kids – who are actually five year olds – living on the islands with me and my love.
Riku has definitely toned down after his daughter moved away because of his over-protectiveness and I know that he is just dying for Rex to pop the question with Canella as the amazing man constantly sprouts to Roxas and Axel how wonderful it would be if they would all be one big family, something all three of us agree on.
Yet Rex seems to have inherited his parents fear of losing friendship and while the two had taken almost a year of turning around each other before Severus and Sirius had solved the issue by summoning them while standing behind the other, causing for our kids to clash with each other and kiss, is Rex still petulant.
This I know isn't just because the younger man is spoiled by his parents and wants only the best for Canella, which only further drives Riku's belief that they're made for each other, the teen also has his father's pride and – while the others are clueless – do I know that Rex has been working overtime in order to pay for a decent ring.

I myself still live on the islands while Rex had moved from Twilight Town to Radiant Garden after he and Canella had been dating for a year and Canella had moved there after having enough of Riku's need to be around her, yet I had also learned Apparation from James and had taken a job in my favorite of all worlds.
Riku himself had not been happy to hear that I wanted to work as a Hero in the Coliseum, mostly because Hades has yet to tone down his need to take down Hercules over the last two decennia, yet I had agreed with Phil that I would just work there to train out and to take any match Hercules or the crowd deemed unworthy of him.
This had, shockingly enough, angered Riku even more and he had shouted at Phil for treating his husband like some underdog, yet when the coach had proclaimed that it was my idea, had the silver-haired god been silent and had I been able to explain that this job came with more free time than Herc's which we both enjoyed very much.
Phil himself had insisted that I practice whenever possible, but the trainer had also forbidden me complete entrance from the Coliseum after hearing about my two pregnancies, telling me how he had faced my angry husband once and had no interest in getting a repeat performance, something that had made me leave with a laugh.

I then look out over the ocean from my absolutely favorite spot on all of the islands, a spot that the Islanders had actually proclaimed mine, Riku and Kairi's after a few years and while lying on the tree that I always share with the two, do I hear the footsteps of my sons and husband as Riku says: "You really should be more careful, you know?"
To which I tease: "Is over-protective papa really making a comeback?" Making the kids beside their father snort and making Riku send me a playful glare that I ignore while I lie my hands on my slightly round belly, one that proves I am just under six months pregnant and Riku sighs before he walks over and starts rubbing it himself.
This makes me turn my head away from the sunset while my eyes fall closed and I can't help the moan that escapes my throat as the feeling of Riku's nimble fingers on my ever stretching stomach is a relief-filled sensation unlike any I have ever felt, more even than the so-called traditional foot-massages against sore ankles.

Riku smiles – I just know it – as he hears me respond to his touch and then, for the fourth time this month does Ricky – who I just had to name after Riku because of his crystal eyes since birth – ask me childishly: "Mummy, why is your tummy so round? Are you eating too much? Is daddy lavishing you like he did Canny?"
And while I adore the sound of my daughter's name in kiddy language, do I hear Riku softly explaining: "No Ricky, mummy is just filled with the love daddy gave him every day and night and that love magically made a baby grow inside mummy, one that is now stretching mummy from the inside as it needs space to grow."
And while I can barely believe how well my husband is using kiddy language to explain my pregnancy to two five-year olds, do I have no doubt that Riku will be explaining this a few times over as I have already heard this explanation two times before and then Solance asks: "So love can make babies grow inside people?"

And Riku answers: "It can, but only true love shared between mummies and daddies. You don't have to worry, son, my love for you won't make a baby grow inside you, that is different love." And while I know that Solance is tilting his head in confusion over the different kinds of love, does Ricky prove his heritage as he says:
"Hey Solance." And then silence, before I hear a soft slap and hear Ricky shout: "TAG, you're it! You'll never catch me!" And the little guy laughs as he runs away from the both of us, Solance shouting: "Hey, unfair!" Before he runs after his brother, who was actually born only four minutes later than him.
Then suddenly do I feel an Aero spell being cast on me before Riku positions himself so he is sitting wide-spread onto the tree behind me, the taut muscles of his torso and abs being the new pillow for me to lie my head in and while I again turn to watch my two suns run over the beach, does Riku light up my day as he says:
"I love our family." And while from those four words I can hear how much the father misses his firstborn, can I also easily detect the endless love Riku has been proving to feel for me over the last near two decades and the tireless love and care that he constantly puts into the raising of his sons, before I whisper: "So do I." Feeling truly happy.

Twilight Town
Roxas' POV

What a life! Even after nineteen years can I still not believe that this is the life I have been living, when my most dated memory, of the first year of my existence, concerned me beating Heartless without knowing why, feeling betrayed and left in the dark about who I was and being manipulated into losing my own life in the end.
Yet still, none of the feelings I have felt during that year are present in my life right now – none, bar the love I feel for my husband and our seventeen year old son. Rex was almost reluctant to leave Twilight Town for Radiant Garden, yet the love he felt for Canella, who had left her own home world had won out over his reluctance.
And that is something that I know Riku, Axel, Sora, Harry, I myself and – most importantly – Rex and Canella celebrate and rejoice in every day as the two make an amazing couple and I know that Axel and Riku are both dying to wait for Rex to pop the question, while Rex himself is proud enough not to until he has the proper ring.
I myself had been almost teary eyed when my son confided this in me and while – unlike Canella – he didn't fully move away from home as he still often stayed with Axel and me over the weekends, had one of those weekends been the one where he had told me this, after he had persuaded Axel to spend some time with Riku.

Still, next to the memory of my son's birth, my wedding, some of my anniversaries with Axel and a few other happy unions between our friends, is there one memory that stands out the most of them all as one of the happiest in the last nineteen years of my life. It had been eleven years ago and had been the announcement of my 2nd pregnancy.
Axel and I had actually taken to some sparring as I had missed the feeling of the Keyblades in my hand and the sense of all those elements that were combined with it steering through my body, yet, during a few of our sparring sessions had I suddenly felt ill and wheezy after using some magical spells, even simple ones like Fire.
Axel had become more and more worried with me the longer this had lasted and while we only sparred once every three days, had it taken the man three sparring sessions before he decided enough was enough and had he instantly Phased me over to Aerith, being almost anxious as I had swayed dangerously upon arrival.
Axel had been frantic as he moved one of my arms over his shoulder and had led me to Aerith's couch, ignoring how the Elf-like woman had asked us how we even got into her house and demanding that she check me over as I – according to his words – shouldn't feel fatigued over a spell that was his own specialty, for Keyblade's sake.

The woman had pushed aside her anger at seeing that the man was right and had even pushed him away, something I had not thanked her for in the slightest as I had really felt reliant on Axel back then, but the news that I was wheezy and fatigued due to a child growing within me had shocked the both of us straight out of our skins.
The woman had even run an extra scan on me to prove it to both of us and when she had used her magic to show me the baby pink light that was coming from just above my hip line had I been teary eyed and crying for Axel to hold me as I wanted him to share with me the happiness of having another child on the way.
The man had actually been teary-eyed himself and had hugged me tightly, whispering words of apology over endangering me and making me do things that were unhealthy for the baby, yet I had been too excited over the prospect of another child to even care and had shared my joy with him by silencing him with a kiss.

This is now eleven years ago and I feel contend beyond words, not to mention excited as today is my little girl's eleventh birthday and that is something that is just beyond special, even if it will mean something Axel and I have been silently preparing for over the course of the last year, namely to move ourselves to Radiant Garden.
No one, not even Canella and Rex know that we are planning this, yet it is because of something Harry asked Lea, Ansem the Wise and Leon to take care of about five years after his move to Radiant Garden that Axel and I have deemed this move necessary and I have no doubt that we will be the first of many of this year to do so.
Then Axel, who has just come back from his work in the Sandlot enters the white room that I have dubbed my own after we moved here and that I have agreed to spend time in whenever I either really feel like it or am pregnant and because this isn't the first day this year for Axel to find me here, does he not ask me about my health.

Instead of that, does he move one of the chairs over to stand beside mine, while I have moved my own to be placed just at the left edge of the large window on the left part of the upper floor, allowing me a perfect view of the garden below and the forest that separates me and my family from the rest of Twilight Town.
"You almost ready to go?" The man then asks and I answer: "We still have to tell her that we will be moving away soon. She'll really miss this place, more than Rex sometimes tries to hide that he does." At this Axel smiles as he says: "It's only for her school years. I have the mayor's assurance that this house will stay our property."
And while I know that this will indeed solve some of the issues my near-eleven year old daughter will have with this move, do I sigh as I say: "Sure wish I was in this room for the true reasons." To which Axel asks: "What? You want to try for one more?" And while I can easily hear the excitement he tries to hide, do I shrug and say:
"I guess if you have two kids who, with several years between them, run around like little tykes, you get used to that sound and start to miss it when your babies show signs of growing up, even more now that Rex has moved out for a year." And with that, am I pulled out of my chair and phased over to our bed, Axel instantly jumping after me.

Voldemort's POV

Nineteen years of peace. Not just peace in all the worlds, but the peace of my mind and the peace of heart I haven't ever felt before. A certain peace of heart that I had even mocked and laughed at while a student, one I had never believed I could have while traveling to learn the Dark Arts and that I only glimpsed at around the eighties.
Yet the same special peace of heart that I have – since my decision to leave the Wizarding World behind and actually become a teacher for the new Hogwarts - reveled in, cherished and blessed myself with and that I have worked hard to share with all of those that had come with me, be they my followers or my friends.

Yes, the new Hogwarts, that had been build out of Ansem the Wise's castle, had actually been Harry's idea, five years after we had all moved away and while some of us had been reluctant to proceed, had Harry told us that – as long as we formed the Board of Governors – our experiences would prevent the same crap from happening.
This had made us all determined to see this vision come true and while the rebuilding and remodeling of the castle had taken a good year, had all Radiant Garden Locals commented on how the new castle looked even more amazing than the old one – the one that stood proud before Malificent had taken over – had looked.
This had only motivated us more and while all members of the moving group have long since either taken a permanent job as Board member, teacher or had moved away from the school as they felt they could do the town more good with a different profession, had we integrated one important part in our permanent lesson plan.

A Mandatory History class to all new arriving students and all graduating students to teach them and remind them of the mistakes made by us when we still lived in the world where their current school originated from along with all the mistakes that were made during this – as we had dubbed it – Era of Error and Grief.
All of the first and seventh years of the last thirteen years had taken these lessons in stride and some of the later groups had even taken to reminding the smaller forms of bullies of what they could become if they were to continue how they were going, something that made bullying – other than the usual teenage bullying – almost non-existent.
Harry himself had been almost speechless and overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude to the student body when he first heard of this and I know that the young man takes pride in each and every of these events as the sixth years have made it a personal goal to remind themselves of these facts just before their exams in exactly that fashion.

I myself am seated behind a very powerful looking desk, even if I am still only the History of Worlds teacher as I had taken to traveling all of the worlds available to me shortly after the Christmas wedding between Roxas and Axel and after this – and a second journey after I heard of Harry's idea – had I proposed the class a lesson idea.
Harry and the others – especially Riku and Leon who had also joined the Board – had jumped at the idea and I have been working this permanent job for the last ten years, something that makes me very proud and – at very infrequent points of time – makes me want to laugh at the late Dumbledore as he had never believed I could do this.
Yet thoughts of the old geezer, as I had started calling him, had never remained in my mind for very long, mostly because the sight of all those amazing students – as the student body itself has grown to exceed that of the old Hogwarts over the last five years – makes me feel that these thoughts aren't even worth my time.

I then page through the list of graduates this year before moving over to the list of potential first years for next year, something Harry had told us should be done by the first of January as some ten year olds start showing powerful signs of either our or this world's magic and we shouldn't let them skip years if this proves unnecessary.
This was something that Jeanette, who had told us how she had actually been born in September 1979 and had constantly been a year older than her peers a few weeks into the school year, had emphasized and while the girl had personally proven that this wasn't always a bad thing, had we all agreed not to take any possible chances.
I then suddenly find my eyes scan over a very familiar name, one for who I got a birthday invitation only yesterday and I smile widely as this girl's older brother is actually a late-bloomer in our facility, having joined us in his fourth and being on my list of graduates for this year and then I think: "It runs in the family. Welcome, Alexandra."

The End (Smiley Face)

Okay, I know!
Corny ending and really obvious naming for that little girl, but I couldn't think of anything else and the name fitted the ending. I love it, I love everything I wrote and while I might add some things later, such as where some others work and whatnot, do I feel that the story has come to a very, very acceptable ending.
This was an epilogue that I have been very proud to make and that actually made me work to late in the night as it's half an hour away from midnight by now on Thursday, but like I said, I am proud, I feel contend and I believe I have brought this story to a loving, homecoming and an ending that all of my loyal readers can agree to.
See you next story,

Venquine1990
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