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Chpt. 26: Nineteen Years After the Final Battle

Kings Cross Station, September 1st, 2017

The only time Hermione Janus Potter (née Lupin) is ever late to anything is when the men in her life interfere with her plans...which happens at least three times a week (if she's being generous... three times a day if she's being honest).

Luckily the screeching of tires this time isn't followed by a sickening thump like it had the night Snuffles had entered her life all those years ago... Instead it's followed by a muted thud, a lot of cussing, and a blaring horn as her husband, her brother-figure, her two father-figures, and her son scrambled to pick up her daughter's belongings that had scattered when the car had hit them. Why she'd let Harry and his puppy dog eyes convince her that entering through the muggle entrance was a must, she didn't know at this point.

Once the cart is haphazardly stacked once more, the family rushes through the barrier and Hermione is standing next to her daughter while the boys argue about the best way to put away her things.

"Do you really have to leave me with this testosterone fueled madness while Aunt Luna is touring America with Uncle Neville?" Hermione asks her only daughter (and eldest child), Harmony Joy Potter, as she wraps her arm around the young girl and rests her head on her daughter's messy raven curls.

"At least Aunt Ginny's finally back-" her daughter's reply is cut off by a new commotion coming from behind them.

"Sorry! Sorry, excuse me! I really don't have time to take a picture right now, I have a goddaughter to see off! Excuse me, thank you!" A familiar redhead stumbles through a group of Hogwarts students. Her face is red, her uniform is wind whipped and smeared with dirt, and her broom nearly taking out a future first year. "I'm so glad I didn't miss you, I would have thrown a right fit if that rubbish seeker-sometimes I really wish your dad hadn't given up quidditch after Hogwarts- had made me miss my favorite girl's first send off," Ginny gushes, wrapping both Hermione and Harmony in a tight embrace.

"What did you do, fly here straight out of the stadium?" Draco drawls, drawing the trio's attention to his place leaning against a post (clearly having given up on the hot mess that was the other four putting away Joy's things).

Ginny rolls her eyes before pulling away and replying, "Of course I did."

Hermione laughs as shock colors Draco's face. After over twenty year, she would have thought he'd be used to Ginny's antics. Hermione had no doubt in her mind that Ginny had done exactly that as soon as she'd seen her seeker clasp the snitch in their hand.

"Ok...maybe Uncle Vik will help even everything out?" Harmony whispers to Hermione though not quite quietly enough.

Ginny whips around, her eyes narrowing on her goddaughter, "And what exactly do you mean by that young lady?"

Harmony rolls her eyes in a move that is entirely her godmother's influence, and has the rest of the adults in their group laughing, before her back straightens and she speaks in a know-it-all tone that is entirely her mother, "You and Uncle Vik have been dancing around each other my entire life. Starting next month, you'll both be in Britain for the foreseeable future and you'll be out of reasons to avoid each other."

"We have not been dancing around each other! What we had was years ago, when we were children!" Ginny flips her hair and rolls her eyes, though a soft blush highlights her cheeks.

"You really have," four older male voices chime in, earning a sharp glare from the feisty redhead.

"No one asked you."

The Hogwarts horn cuts off the conversation before it gets completely out of hand.

"Alright, alright, last goodbye and then we'll pop you onto the train," Hermione brings the attention back to what really matters and all the entire group squishes into a group hug, the children in the middle and the adults on the outskirts.

"Tap this with your wand if you're ever a little homesick. It's from all you grandparents, Joy," Sirius says in a whisper that only the young witch (or her werewolf grandfather) could hear when it's his turn to hug his granddaughter, using the nickname their family had given her before she was born.

When Harry and Hermione had came home from the concert in London hell bent on naming their child after one of the songs the opening band played, nearly everyone they knew had rolled their eyes in that way half cocked plans are always jokingly tossed aside. When, years later, they actually used that name for their first born's middle name, everyone was shocked...until they explained the significance…

They hadn't wanted to name their children after anyone directly, they didn't want their children to feel like they had any image to live up to except their own, but they still wanted to honor the people who made their happily ever after an option for the two of them. Harmony (though many gave the couple a hard time for giving their first born their "couple" name as her first name) is the name for a bouquet of flowers whose materials, colors, and textures go together peacefully. The name Joy comes from the opening act of a concert Harry and Hermione were only attending in Harry's attempt to understand his parents once the war ended, the main attraction had been James's favorite band of all time. When they heard that song, they knew they wanted their future children to know that they were always there for them no matter what. Harmony Joy Potter was named for the grandparents who gave their lives so that she could have the chance to live in peace and Sirius couldn't be more proud of her pups for honoring his best friends in that way.

He and Remus had spent days carefully creating a small music box that plays "Joy" by Phish while showcasing memories of their family in a small spinning hologram every time the box is open. Molly had sent a softly knitted scarf and mittens that Sirius knew matched Joy's favorite "Weasley Sweater". Arthur had sent her favorite charmed rubber duck that she used to play with in the pond (and then in the bath when she inevitably fell into the murky pond) every Sunday at Burrow. It wasn't much but it was little bits of home from the people she considered her grandparents even if none of them technically were by blood.

"Thank you, Papa," Joy whispers, her unruly black curls invading his vision as she squeezes him tightly around the waist.

Sirius glances at his daughter from the corner of his eye as he squeezes his granddaughter just a little more tightly. It wasn't that long ago that he was dropping Hermione and Harry off on this same platform for the first time. Sure, it wasn't technically their first time boarding the train but it was their first time boarding the train when they were leaving somewhere that they actually missed and that year (their fifth year) had been dangerous...they almost hadn't all made it through but in the end they did despite Voldemort's true return, despite ministry bitches hellbent on hurting his cubs, despite a horcrux hunt that a meddling old man had tried to convince teenagers to go on by themselves, despite the Golden Trio being obliterated beyond repair, despite the eternal loss of some absolutely amazing people, despite...well...everything. They had made it through somewhat worse for wear (but then again, when were they not worse for wear).

Hermione leans her head against Harry's shoulder, running her fingers through her youngest child's hair, as she watches her father figures with her daughter.

A flicker of red catches her gaze and her eyes land on Ronald Weasley for the first time in nearly ten years. He's saying goodbye to his daughter, who Hermione knows is the same age as Joy and who goes by the name Rose but who she has never had the chance to meet. The last time she had seen Ron had been at Charlie's wedding ten years ago. They hadn't spoke then and he'd left early to get back to Lavender and Rose but they also hadn't fought which was a nice change.

Ron's clear blue eyes meet hers, looking so much like the boy she'd first become friends with when they were only eleven years old, and he gives her a soft smile.

Hermione returns his smile before Harry's voice breaks her away from her observations, "Do you ever wonder how different things would be?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asks, tilting her head to the side as she stares up into the emerald eyes of her best friend.

"Do you think Ron would have a better relationship with his family, or that we would have a relationship with him still, if we had waited to extend the olive branch to him? If we had waited to given him another chance until after the war so that we never had that blowup after Dumbledore tried to convince us to go on the run? If Ron hadn't been so bitter about our relationship with Draco? Do you think that Draco would still be here today if we hadn't found him that day? That he would have any sort of relationship with us or that he would be running the ministry's Child Protective Service program if he hadn't been taken in by Sirius and Remus? Do you think we'd be where we are today if you hadn't found Sirius that day? If your shirt hadn't come untucked and risen up? If the Goblins had decided not to help us, to stay out of our war? To leave the Horcrux in my head so that I would have had no choice but to follow Dumbledore's advice, I mean it's not like we would've had time to come up with another plan considering when he planned for the big reveal of me having a horcrux in my brain? If anything that happened, just hadn't happened?"

Hermione's eyes drift from her husband's to the aristocratic blonde and the feisty redhead, who were currently teasing Joy (Ginny even ruffling her hair in the way the young girl pretended to hate but secretly loved one last time before they left) and looking on their shared goddaughter with love enough that you'd believe she was their own child if she wasn't the spitting image of Harry and Hermione. Next, they fall onto her father figures who are chatting quietly and standing guard of their grandchild's familiar (a cat who, while orange like Crookshanks had been, was much less squished in the face). Finally, they return to the familiar gaze of the love of her life.

"There's no use in dwelling on the what ifs. All we can focus on are the what dids. What we did. We became a family. We fought for a better future and this is that future. Sirius and Remus are silent partners and contributors to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, a company whose light couldn't be shut down even during the worst time of the war. Draco and I are helping rebuild the ministry piece by piece. The Goblins, and all other sentient creatures, now have a voice. Each species has at least one representative in our council. Draco built an entire division practically on his own that has saved the lives of hundreds of children who were just like us. I was the first liaison the wizarding world has ever had with the Goblin Nation and now I'm the youngest minister of magic in our country's history. You're the goblin's most trusted employee and one of the best curse breakers in the world, you have a list months long of people asking for your help from all over the world and your trainees are some of the biggest rising stars in their industry. Viktor and Ginny helped rebuild the international quidditch league and now they're kicking ass in it. Luna and Neville are WORLD renowned. Luna's way with words and ability to connect with every creature has made the care of magical creatures more accessible than it ever was before. Neville's plant insight has done the same thing for herbology. Our FAMILY did that. We did that and that's all we need to focus on. We can't change anything except the future."

"You really are the brightest witch of our age," Harry murmurs, tucking her curls behind her ears and pressing his forehead to hers.

"Keep saying things like that and I'll get a big head," Hermione whispers back, her lips brushing against his with every word.

"I'd love you even if your head filled this whole building." Harry grins at his wife.

"You're ridiculous," Hermione laughs before closing the small distance and kissing her husband.

"Ugh, do you two really have to be so mushy all the time?" Hunter Jindřichůvhradec Potter groans loud enough to gain the attention of their entire group as he pulls his head from his mother's reach and stares up at his parents in disgust barely ten seconds after their lips had touched.

Harry and Hermione break apart, their own laughter joining the the laughter of the other four adults in their group as Hunter looks to his sister in exasperation, Joy simply rolls her eyes in response.

All was well.