Minerva looked at Albus, a sad smile on her lips. The painting was snoring, slouched on the headmaster's chair beautifully painted in the frame. She called for Dobby, and confirmed with him the details of the feast tonight. The tenth anniversary of the last battle would be a grandiose celebration for many. The Ministry had a full ball to commemorate the fall of Lord Voldemort, and Hogwarts would have a feast for students and family. Tradition meant that the ghosts of Hogwarts would tell the younglings tales of war and bloodshed, and talk of the great Harry Potter, who had saved the Wizarding world all by himself before retiring from public life to become some sort of magical accountant.

For the headmistress, the anniversary would be celebrated in a more personal setting. After a last glance at her golem which was ready to replace her at Hogwarts, she grabbed the floo powder. She stepped in the fireplace: "Grimmauld place."

Severus greeted her first with a warm hug, followed by a eight-month pregnant Hermione.

"How is the business going? I hope you're not sending your wife to patrol when she is almost due."

Ginny came next, "Awww Minerva, but if Hermione can't join me, then my next choice would be Padma. You wouldn't want me to steal your new Transfiguration teacher, would you?"

Padma had remained behind at Hogwarts during the last summer of the Furies. Oddly, her and Minerva had struck a friendship and Padma quickly became Minerva's protegee. She had left Hogwarts with an apprenticeship offer from the animagus and a formal courtship with Blaise Zabini.

Some things were more lasting than the others.

"Why don't you ask Severus to go with you?" the headmistress challenged the read head.

"Because our three husbands are in some sort of potion experiment with a dash of arithmancy and I wouldn't want to make even a wave near them. Their last experiment created a crater in our new lab. Plus, it felt wrong to stop them from bonding." Hermione grinned.

"Plus it's only scouting, and a pregnant woman is the best disguise I've ever used. It's like I have a gigantic sign saying 'Completely harmless' stuck to my forehead."

The Weasleys were the next one arriving, accompanied with spouses and children. Lupin and Tonks were next with Teddy and his rainbow hair. In the kitchen, they all raised their wands to celebrate their battle. The one that ended the war. The one where they commited everything, life and soul included. The conversation kept going, easy and fluid, everyone sharing the latest news. Neville asked Ginny, picking on the unfinished conversation,"What are you looking for this time? Artefact, money, potion ingredient?"

Ginny picked her teeth. "Person. One of the death eaters who was released six months ago for good behavior disappeared last month. It's too bad Mad-Eye died three years ago, he would have loved the hunt. This guy is sloppy, but we haven't figured out what he's looking for. So we're following him for a little while. It's not hard work at all. And I've cladded her in Jorogumo's fabric. I promised the godmother of my first born is well taken care of."

"Once you're done, we could use your help on one of our latest products. It's a spell we plan to launch at Beltane. We can't figure out how to maintain the fire for more than a few seconds," offered Georges.

Charlie sat next to Neville, and chimed in, "I thought you were working on some potion for your adult line?"

Fred acquiesced, "It allows people to share physical sensations. So far the tests have been very...promising. Angelina really enjoys giving us feedback." He grinned, and Charlie couldn't resist grinning back. He couldn't wait to test this with his Neville, who was now blushing under the stare of his fiance.

Ginny smirked at Neville's blush. His romance with Ron has not lasted long after the war, Ron reconnecting with Lavender once again. She was truly Ron's first love. Somehow, the resident herbalist had reconnected with Charlie for a research which involved dragon's dung... One thing leading to another…

Let's say that some people were always destined to be a Weasley one day.

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Later that night, the Furies retired in the library. Neville, Harry and Draco were now conspiring near the fireplace. Luna joked to Ginny, "Your husbands always look like they're going to cause more mayhem than the twins."

The redhead laughed."With the three of them at the Wizengamot and the little secrets Hermione and I have kept collecting, we've pushed quite a few progressive laws. No one thought seven years ago that muggleborn would get magic tutors assigned to them starting at age seven. How do you like the job by the way now that you're seeing how your pupils perform at Hogwarts? Be honest."

"It's really good. The first two years were rough because I had to create the right curriculum between history of magic, family magic and magical etiquette. But it's really rewarding to read my students' letters on how prepared they are to attend Hogwarts and mesh with their new school from the beginning."

"Now, imagine once the new law is voted this Yule. Pureblood children with a muggle tutor starting at the same age seven? In another decade, every kid will start Hogwarts with an understanding of both worlds."

Luna smiled, but turned still with a gasp. She squeezed her eyes for a second, and then beamed at the redhead. "Do they know you're pregnant?"

Ginny shushed her, and whispered. "Not yet, I plan to tell them once I confirm who the father is."

"Oh, your aura is very clear. It's Draco's. Lord Malfoy is going to have a boy. Congratulations, Ginny."

Ginny had to take a moment to compose herself. She could burst in tears of joy in a minute. The baby boy would join Aurora Lily Potter, three years old heiress of the house Potter. They had picked Aurora to celebrate the "new day". Now they would complete their family with the Malfoy heir. Get a few more peacocks, and a couple of owls. Her husbands were the aviary type.

.

That night, she made sure Draco would be sandwiched between both Harry and her before sharing the news. Aurora was still sleeping at uncle Charlie and Fleur with Victoire, so they didn't care about throwing silencing spells. They were loud and messy. Draco fucked his wife into oblivion, his pounding matching Harry's pace in the blonde's ass. They were still entangled in the sheet, breathing heavily, when she told them about the baby. Draco's smile could have lightened up the sun. He cradled his hands in a circle over a stomach, reverently.

"What about Stellan, to honor the peace?"

She nodded in approval, feeling the sleep take its hold. She couldn't wait for the kids to be old enough to fly with them.

All was well.

.THE END.

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