Epilogue
Narrator's point of view
Hermione hoisted the child up as she struggled with the shopping bags.
"I'll help you momma."
"No I'll help." The twins argued racing out of the house- they were 9 years old. One boy and one girl. The boy Victor had curly brown hair and icy white eyes- he was as smart as his mother with her compassion and his father's streak of mischievousness. In fact their little girl Narcissa was just as mischievous, maybe even more so. Her long blonde hair was straying uncontrollably from the plait Hermione had wrestled into her hair that very morning. They both had cuts and scrapes on their arms and legs, Draco had been teaching them to play Quidditch. Narcissa liked it more and Victor preferred to read about Quidditch and it's history instead.
"Here honey let me get those," Draco said coming out of their cottage in the foothills of France. The twins had run off with the Labrador- Bruno- forgetting that their mother needed help with the shopping from the local market.
"Thanks." Hermione now was able to spread the toddlers weight more evenly between both arms, the worn white hat almost slipped off his head but Hermione pushed it gently back on, remembering all of their children wearing the hat that reminded her of her first baby- baby Jean. His name was Lincoln but everyone called him Link. He had Hermione's eyes and he was a lot more subdued than his other 3 siblings. He was 3.
The last child nervously poked their head around the door, "Mummy Aunt Ginny is here with James and Albus and Lily!"
"That's great, I'll be inside in a second." Amy ran screaming when she saw her parents kissing-she still wasn't used to this display of affection or she was embarrassed by it- she was only 7. Love still shined strongly in their eyes, as strong as it had been since the Yule Ball. They had given life a chance and now they were it's masters.
"So's Luna and Blaise. They bought Fern with them."
"Brilliant. Come on you two. Now how did you manage to get muddy already?" Hermione said already thinking about the massive pile of laundry the twins had created in the past few days alone.
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"It's time." The sky had turned dark outside and the stars could be seen shining brightly. Everyone moved outside wearing their coats. A family appeared on the hill.
"Oh look it's Uncle Krum." Amy pointed to their silhouettes.
Victor Krum had returned home after saving Hermione (the first time), back to his Quidditch team and he was the best seeker the world had ever seen. Well aside from Harry Potter but he was now head of the Auror department at the Ministry of Magic and Quidditch was more of a hobby than anything else. Anyway he met a girl and they fell in love- they had two children and they all love each other very much.
Krum looks at his wife the way Draco still looks at Hermione- he found the ever lasting love that he had set out to find.
They walked down the hill to the three other families waiting.
"Hi."
"You're almost late," Hermione chided. Krum dipped his head in apology.
"I'm sorry oh great Minister of Magic."
"Hey no fair I worked hard for that job and I do not want to be mocked for it!" Hermione's eyes flashed jokingly. Krum chuckled under his breath. Ginny huffed impatiently.
"I can't believe my brother would miss this stupid tradition to go on some fancy cruise with Lavender- this is a tradition."
"Ginny he was probably confused by all those Nargles that surround him," Luna explained dreamily, Fern nodded along as if she knew exactly what her mother was talking about. Blaise just looked on fondly, he still didn't understand Luna completely but there was no denying that he loved her anyway.
All of a sudden a massive bang and a spark of vibrant lights appeared in the sky.
Every year these 5 families, well 4 considering that Ron and Lavender were on holiday- it was the only time they both had leave. Ron being a full time keeper for the Chuddley Cannons and Lavender being a witch beautician. They all gathered to watch the new years fireworks. They did it together because it made them all start the year knowing that they were loved and never alone. It reminded them that after everything they had experienced they could all watch the fireworks and know there would always be hope in the world. And if there's always hope, then there's always love.
A/N: Thank you all for reading this story. I really hoped you liked it, I certainly enjoyed writing it and thank you to all those who reviewed- I'm very grateful!:)