A/N: Sorry for the lengthly hiatus between updates. Here's is the epilogue. There's a second epilogue coming later this week and then this story will be complete. Thanks for reading and commenting and sticking with it for THREE years! :)
Epilogue 1
"And can you believe that I've already had FOUR letters home from his head of house about the amount of detentions he's been getting? It's only been two bloody months".
Harriet sat across from her 'sister' and listened as Euphemia ranted about James. It had been odd, at first, to realise that she was going to be an Aunt to her own father but she stopped thinking of him that way the moment he was born and she held him as a baby. To him, she would always have been his Aunt Harriet whereas the child he would have in the future would be his daughter Harry. If they even named her Harry still. This whole-time travel stuff was very head ache inducing.
"I did warn you that your son was going to be an infamous prankster", Harry said, trying to hold back her smirk. "Along with his three best friends".
"I swear if I wasn't already grey then I would have gone it. That boy is going to send me into an early grave with all the trouble he gets into", Euphemia sighed and sipped her cup of tea. The two of them were seated in the living room of Harry and Newt's cottage that was still their home even these many years later. Euphemia was right in saying she was grey but was no less beautiful than when Harry had crash landed in the past. Harriet herself still had mostly raven black hair with streaks of silver running through but her face was lined with age and from laughter over the years. Still, she thought she looked pretty good for a seventy odd year old.
"At least he's not trying to expel the school ghosts". Edmund had been fourteen and decided that it would be a great idea to try to get rid of Binns. Apparently he wanted a chance of getting a 'proper' education in history of magic and had spent months researching ways to exorcize ghosts. The results had been disastrous. Not only did he fail in his attempt but he almost blew up the entire class room. Thankfully Dumbledore was headmaster by then and was lenient towards her delinquent children. He did, however, end up with six months of detentions, something that Harry wasn't even sure James had ever accomplished in the previous timeline.
"Speaking of Edmund, how's Catherine?" Catherine Greengrass was Edmund's wife. Even though he had been a Gryffindor and she a Slytherin, both of them had fallen in love by their sixth year and married almost right out of Hogwarts. Recently they discovered that Catherine was seriously ill due to a blood curse on the Greengrass line that affected the youngest girl in the family. She probably wasn't going to last past the end of the year and the healers said it was a miracle she'd made it to fifty.
"Not well", Harry told her. "Edmund is reluctant to accept that she's not got long left. I wish there was something I could do but this type of blood curse can only be undone by the family of the original caster and their line has all died out".
A shadow fell over the older woman's face at the information. "How are Lena and Willa taking it?"
At the mention of her granddaughters, Harry saddened. "They're really close to Catherine so it's hitting them hard. I'm going to do everything in my power to be there for them but it's not the same obviously".
The two went quiet for a moment, drinking their tea as they got lost in thought. "And what about the other kids? Tamsin, Henry, Jasmine?"
"Tamsin is the same, you know how she is. Still teaching Defence, still head of Slytherin and just made deputy head", which was weird for Harry to think about. McGonagall had been the one given the deputy position in the original timeline but with Tamsin having seniority, it was her that Dumbledore had asked instead. Of course McGonagall still became the transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor. Some things would never change, thankfully. "Absolutely no interest in marriage or dating but if that's how she likes it then who am I to judge? I just want her to be happy".
"Of course", Euphemia nodded.
"Henry has decided to run for Minister of Magic, did you know?" Harry was still startled by it. Her once shy little boy had become a vocal advocate for the rights of all magical creatures, reminding her strongly of Hermione, and been making constant changes through the law department and taking the family seat on the wizengamot that none of his other siblings had any interest in. She was especially proud of how he'd changed the laws towards werewolves for the better. Remus Lupin would have a better future for certain this time.
"And Jasmine and her wife are planning their next trip to the Himalia's". Her youngest daughter was possibly the wildest of the lot and the one that most resembled Newt despite looking almost exactly like Harry's mini me. She was determined to discover new magical creatures that had never been proven to exist and record them down for historical reference. With her travelling trunk, she was most definitely like her father and luckily her wife Quinn was the same way. Their one son, Forrest, was a bit more practical and worked at Gringrotts.
"Your kids are all as brilliant in their own right as their parents", Euphemia smiled fondly. "I can only hope James manages to focus on something other than pranks eventually".
"He will", Harry promised.
Suddenly their conversation was interrupted as Newt, now in his eighties, hobbled into the kitchen with his once rich auburn hair now completely silver but his blue eyes and freckles the same as always. Harry smiled at him adoringly as he sat himself down beside her on the sofa.
"I forget I'm not as young as I used to be".
"Still as handsome as ever though", Harry pecked him on the cheek.
"And with that, I shall take my queue to leave", Euphemia announced, standing up. "You will have to come over for dinner with us on Sunday. It's been far too long since we had a get together".
Ever since Willa and Henry had passed, the remaining Potters had made a point to get together every Sunday they possibly could. Decades had not changed that. And even with Charlus and Dorea's sudden and unexpected deaths from a port key accident they had still kept the tradition alive.
"Of course. Give Monty my love and tell him that his son is taking after him".
The couple watched as Euphemia disappeared in a flash of green flames through their fire place before Harry snuggled up to Newt as close as she could get. Sometimes she worried that age would take one of them at any moment (she had no idea how old Newt had survived up to in her previous timeline) but she realised that she was lucky to have lived to this age at all. And to have Newt. Maybe it would all end tomorrow but at least Harry knew that she had lived a good life with all the love and family that she could have ever dreamed of. If she were to die right now, she would have no regrets and that's more than she ever thought she would have.
