A/N: Alright my lovely, lovely readers. Here it is! The final chapter! I am so proud of the direction this story took and it brought up a lot of feelings as I wrote it. I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I did. If you're looking for another read, feel free to check out some of my other stories. I'm beginning to post another Hermione/Charlie fic TODAY called Love and Dragons.

Epilogue

To say the family was shocked when we announced our marriage that weekend was an understatement. Molly thought we were belatedly celebrating George's birthday so you can imagine her shock at the news.

Ron was perhaps the most blind sided as he seemed to be the only one in the family that hadn't actually realized we were dating.

From there, things just sort of fell into place. We had a great rhythm going with the shop and it was a smashing success. Our lives were kept busy inventing new ideas and ways to improve things, but we took plenty of time for ourselves as well.

George even took me on a week long honeymoon at the end of April to Paris. The amount of work waiting for us when we returned was completely worth it.

As the first anniversary of the final battles approached, we were all on edge and dealing with the emotions of everything that had happened since then. There was an event hosted by the ministry which we all attended to honor the lives that were so tragically lost.

Someone must have been watching how hard it was for us as a family to have lost so much, because just after the moment of silence when we were all feeling so vulnerable, Fleur's water broke.

The first Weasley grandchild was born that night and we all had a new, positive memory to celebrate. It's amazing how new life does so much to heal old wounds.

George and I had talked kids and knew we wanted some eventually, but we waited until we had been married about a year and a half to start trying. As evident by the already large Weasley family, it proved to be quite easy for us. It didn't take long after we started trying that we found out we were pregnant with twins.

We knew the shop flat would no longer hold our growing brood so we began to explore options. After several weeks of looking and finding nothing we both liked, I could tell George had something he wanted to say on the matter but was holding back. He finally confessed that he had considered my childhood home. Both because it was a house perfect for a family, and also because he thought it would give me a connection to my parents.

In the end, he was right. I was about halfway through the pregnancy when George escorted me to the house I grew up in. The home was relatively untouched which was quite surprising. The death eaters must have followed my parents immediately and known they weren't here. It was emotional to be back in the only place I had called home for so long. It also felt completely right to be there.

My parents had left much of their things and after some restoration charms and a bit of transfiguration to make it our own, the home was a perfect choice. Fred and Gavin were born in September and as I cradled them while they fussed, walking the same halls my mother had with me when I was this size, I had a feeling as if she were right there beside me. It was quite a comforting thought.

Despite the work and exhaustion of having twins, we somehow made plenty of time for our relationship and it was just two months later that I was pregnant again. Our little girl, Riley, arrived at the end of August and our little family felt complete.

Having children was such an amazing joy that it was hard to put into words. Watching George be a father brought such a warmth to my heart. As far as I was concerned, our family was perfect and I never took a second of it for granted.

When it was finally time for the children to attend Hogwarts, which ended up being the same year due to such a small age gap, I found myself quite emotional. Our lives had been filled with so much noise since their arrival. Even the experience of dropping them at the station was filled with a hustle and bustle. We had to go back several times for forgotten items and when we finally made it there was so much excitement at seeing their cousins and, of course, the train itself.

When the Hogwarts Express finally took off and the platform began to clear, I couldn't help but be overcome with emotion knowing that our children were being sent to a safe place without fear or threat.

I looked over at George and saw similar emotion filling his eyes. Our own childhood had been filled with so much noise, violence and fear. I had spent my entire academic career gearing what was coming that by the time the final battle arrived, the silence that followed was deafening. Figuring out what to do after was worse. It took a long time to adjust to our new normal and how to live without fear, but we did it.

Thankfully, through all our grief, pain and loss, we never lost the ability to love. And as I stood there, looking into my husband's eyes after waving our children off, I realized that it was true. For it's not always an easy thing and sometimes it causes pain, but through it all, there is no greater gift in life than to experience what it is to love someone and to be loved in return.