Warnings: Probably kinda fails (never written an epilogue before),

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Joanne Kathleen Rowling and Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisuko Hatori and their respective associates of which I am not one.

Features: GrownUp!HPatHC characters

The Real Epilogue (Twelve Years Later)

"Just take that potion twice a day, Matsuo-san, and you should be right as rain in a week," Harry informed his patient amicably. The man smiled in thanks and said his good-byes, leaving Harry to clean up his examination room where he took walk-ins.

The past twelve years since the last Death Eater attack had been good to Harry Potter – or, as he was now known, Morinozuka Harry – and he wouldn't have traded those years for the world. There had been times both good and bad, but so far he liked where he had ended up a lot better than where he had been heading when he first arrived in Japan.

After graduating from Ouran, Harry simply couldn't bring himself to go to business school. Yes, he was proud of his Company, particularly Potter-Evans Medical Supply, but he simply couldn't see himself as the Head and remaining sane. He wasn't the only person in his life after all, and with the combined pressure on him from Sirius, Takashi, and his friends at Ouran (for he had made a fair few after his classmates all found out about magic), there was little argument to be made.

Now Harry was a full-fledged healer, doing something that he really did love, and he was the magical medical consultant to the Ootori hospitals. Of course, he still owned controlling interest in Potter Co, and the current Head often came to him for the extra okay on any projects with the various parts of the conglomerate, but Harry really had very little to do in the running and business of the Company any longer.

Just the way he liked it, really. Healing was something he found himself enjoying; he helped people on a daily basis and no one really cared that he had been the Harry Potter when they were being healed. Well, he still had fans, quite a few of them categorized as rabid, but his patients, even the magical ones, really didn't mind that he was Harry Potter and were simply thankful that he was healing them rather than that he accidentally defeated a Dark Lord twice.

With his room tidied up, Harry stood to his full height of five-foot-eight. He had grown two inches in his second year at Ouran, but since then he had remained stationary, not that he minded much. Takashi had gained an extra couple as well in his early university years, so their height difference remained as it had been at the start of their relationship.

Tucking a stray bit of shaggy black hair out of his face, Harry nodded to himself and left the room. It was time for him to clock out and head home to get ready; it was his ten year reunion that night after all, and he wanted to look nice, even though he regularly saw many of his old classmates.

With some parting words to his co-workers, Harry apparated to his and Takashi's home. It was part of the sprawling Morinozuka compound, since Takashi was still the primary heir of the family (though he had insisted that Satoshi gain that vaunted place), and Harry had already braced himself before he was tackled by an over-enthusiastic three year old.

Admittedly, Harry and Takashi took in a lot of orphans, at least for a time. Harry had converted most of his larger homes across the globe into orphanages, and occasionally there was a child who simply did not do well in that environment who Harry would personally care for until they were adopted. However, that was not the case with the little boy who was currently wrapped around his midsection.

Morinozuka Ryouta (1) was as much Harry and Takashi's as a child could be without one of them getting pregnant (an experience neither was keen on). He had been found abandoned by Molly Weasley, not even a month old, and Harry had taken the child in to wait for someone to adopt. It didn't take long for Harry and Takashi to decide that they wanted to boy to be theirs, and Sirius was pleased to witness the adoption ritual that would make him a Grandfather (or as close as he would become since not only did he and Ranka not want to get pregnant, but they were plenty content with just Haruhi and Harry to dote on).

So the messy haired child with curious eyes – both mostly gray with a green core, long since settled from the blue all babies possess – was quite content with his two fathers and had settled into a routine. Usually he would be babysat by "Siri-jii-chan" and "Ranka-ji-chan" (Ranka refused to admit that he was a grandfather) or else Takashi's family during the day, and then Takashi would pick him up around four on his way home from the University where he taught and studied Japan's history. Harry always returned home right around six-thirty, and Ryouta would tackle him. Weekends were the boy's favorite time though, because he had his fathers all to himself for two days straight, and Takashi did not work on Fridays (which this was).

"Ryou-chan," Harry lifted up the small child with nearly no effort, "how was your day with Takashi?"

"Good," Ryouta squealed mere inches from Harry's ear, but the younger of the two fathers didn't so much as wince; he was far too used to it and suspected he was going deaf in that ear anyway. "Played with the horsey! Mitsu-ji-chan (2) gave me cake at lunch!" Harry smiled indulgently at the boy, though he would have to talk to Takashi about the 'horsey'; they didn't have any horses on the property, though there was a kelpie living in the mansion Harry had built in high school.

"And are you ready to go visit with Siri-jii?" Harry asked the little imp in his arms. The emphatic nod was all the answer Harry needed to not feel guilty about leaving the child; Ryouta really did love his grandparents, both sets, and it was only for the night after all. Takashi gesturing that Sirius and Ranka were already in the house too pick Ryouta helped a bit too. "Why don't you go and see him then, and we'll see you tomorrow breakfast."

"Promise?" The stern look was too adorable, but Harry had dealt with Mitsukuni in the years before he finally beat five feet, and he could stand his own son's theatrics with little more than a pinky promise. The ball of energy vaulted from his arms (certainly not a safe thing normally, but Harry anticipated that reaction as well and had lowered Ryouta to a safe height) and pelted out of the room.

Harry and Takashi traded a chaste kiss before sauntering off to their room to get ready. The dark green tux Harry had purchased for the event – obviously exorbitant as he had realized that being frugal wouldn't exactly help others even if it did free more of his money for charity – was reminiscent of the one he had worn at his freshman Carnival, and Takashi had been "tricked" by the twins into wearing one of their more tame designs.

Actually, the Hitachiin twins' clothing line was quite popular in the wizarding world, something their mother had not managed when she tried. Of course, they had the advantage to daring Harry to wear one of their outfits while in college, something that had spurred on a bit of fervor for Twintachiin Designs. And, of course, what one celebrity wears, the rest must try to out-do using the same designer or some such.

Harry never quite understood it, especially given the disdain for muggles that still clung to many pureblood wizards, but that was another thing that helped with the integration effort. No longer were magical commodities the only breach in security, but wizards now wanted muggle commodities more than ever. The marketing efforts made by the parents of Ouran students of ten years past rather helped in that. Of course, since the "big reveal" it became impossible to hide magic from any incoming students, weather it was to the high school section or no, and as such there was an introduction to the magical world for students and parent at the start of each school year.

Even more, things were traded that muggles could not explain. It had started with pepper-up, and slowly Potter-Evans had gained more rights to sell, and other companies wanted the right to sell more magical objects. Some things were explained away with ridiculous reasons like taking electrolytes from water or running on excess body heat, but most objects now sold to muggles – including self-tearing day calendars and singing Christmas cards – were completely unexplainable to muggles, something the masses didn't mind too much.

A sure sign, to Harry at least, that integration might be completed in his lifetime. A process that began not two years before his birth was already well on its way; Harry was truly proud of his mother's efforts.

"Harry?" Harry jolted and barely caught himself from blushing – a habit he had yet to properly rid himself of – at his husband's inquiry.

"It's nothing, just lost in thought," Harry shook his head. "I've been a healer for seven years; it just seems kind of surreal is all." Takashi smiled slightly and finished fixing his tie.

Half an hour later they were standing before the doors of the Ouran ballroom that they had danced together in on several occasions.

"So... ready to be the best looking couple in the room?" Harry threw one last grin to his husband before their names were announced and they descended to the ballroom floor.

Well, it was true after all.

Author's Note: Okay... so hardly any longer than the fake one, but this is the real epilogue... probably still fails, but whatever. This is the ending that is canon to MY story so... nyah. Live with it.

Yeah, I realize that isn't quite how a three year old would speak; I have a five year old little brother, and I remember how he talked two years ago (much the same as now, but with fewer swear words... actually, scratch the last bit. He swore just as much then as he does now (more than I do, certainly)). Hell, I have four little brothers, so I'd say I'm familiar with how kids talk.

Omake chapter should be up by Xmas, but there are a LOT of omake to write, so we'll see.

(1) Depending on the kanji, this can mean "cool, refreshing" (yes, a Karuizawa pun), "clear", or "good" and ta is "big" or "thick"... But I say it's the kanji for cool and refreshing.

(2) Like I said in the fake epilogue, ji-san is uncle and jii-san is grandfather.

Mini-omake (Why? Because this popped into my head and had to be written!)

"You're just being sensitive," Harry huffed during the drive back home. Takashi frowned. "You know I'm right. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Takashi continued frowning.

"Oh for the love of - !" Harry sighed and rested back in the car. "You're thirty. Excuse me for not seeing the problem with that."

Again, Takashi did not reply verbally, instead looking out the window dismissively.

"And you're still dead sexy. Where's the downside in that?"

The lecherous glance that raked the form of twenty-eight year old Harry Potter told him he had said exactly the right thing that time.

After all, Ryouta was staying with Sirius and Ranka for the night...