[A/N: As requested by POPULAR demand, I give you FIVE, that's right, five epilogue chapters which hopefully will finish out this epic of epics. Forty chapters…wow, I can't believe I managed to write that many (shakes head in disbelief.) I'll just leave my many and eternal thanks to everyone who has loved, favorited, followed, reviewed and left all those wonderful suggestions. Special shoutouts to Jadesabrexiv, Katherine Rosalie Hale, Hands Off My Wolfie, KTMac1966 and so many more that I would need a special chapter just list them all.]

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Chapter 35: Rebrewed and Decanted, What Happens Next – Part 1

Harry Potter:

Summer before 5th year:

Back on 1 May before the day had even ended, Harry had been emailing his aunt and uncle with the tentative plans that had been made between him and the WEA. They had written back saying that they approved and requested that he ask them if there were any other methods of travel that wouldn't require them to drive him everywhere. Harry had then sought out Madam Marchbanks before they left the castle and relayed the request. She had cocked her head in thought before replying that there were several methods but in his case, the best would probably to have his house hooked up to the Floo Network.

"Okay but I should warn you that we think that Dumbledore may have set up some sort of ward alert system. At least we think he did, I haven't been in contact with him since my name came out of the Goblet and I'd really rather not have to deal with him," Harry explained.

Griselda glanced at the others as they pondered this, "Well, do you know anyone that could take a look at the property?"

Harry cocked his head and frowned in thought before brightening, "Goofy!"

Goofy popped in, "Yes, Master Harry?"

"Goofy, are elves capable of recognizing if there are wards and alerts placed on a dwelling?"

Goofy nodded, "Yes, we can but we cannot be removing them. Master Harry would need to be contacting a cursebreaker from the Goblins." Harry thanked and dismissed him.

"Well, alright. I'll contact my account manager and get that started. Hopefully it'll be all squared away by the time that summer rolls around."

So when Harry and the Dursleys arrived at home following the conclusion of the school year, they found a note attached to the door with the Breaker's report as well as whatever action they'd performed to remove or reroute the alert system to a wardstone attuned to Harry's magic. With him now in control of what magical information got in or out, the Dursleys and Harry were able to relax and enjoy their time together. Included within was also an appointment that coming Monday with a Floo Network installation agent. The agent requested that the wizard/witch responsible for the address to be ready for their arrival promptly as scheduled.

"Nice of them to be so prompt," Vernon had commented as he read the missives.

So on Monday 26 June 1995, 4 Privet Drive was hooked up to the Floo Network. Petunia had wondered about giving the address a cutesy name but was voted down by both Harry and Vernon. "Honestly, Aunt Petunia, this connection is only temporary for the summer."

With a FLUMP followed by a series of crashes and muttered apologies, Harry Potter demonstrated once again that the Potter Legacy of being unable to emerge from the floo without causing inordinate amounts of damage upon landing. Griselda Marchbanks nearly laughed herself silly and promised the teen that by the time that summer ended, he would hopefully had figured out how to exit gracefully.

Harry began collaborating with Examiner Jonah Bell and the others involved with the Potions testing to come up with the brand new Potions/Chemistry curriculum. First thing that he insisted on was teaching the adults how to use the Potioneer's Assistant, email, the internet and Microsoft Office Tools. By the time that they'd stopped to take a short break, Jonah and the others were staring glassy-eyed out into space, their minds utterly scrambled by the deluge of new technology and ideas.

Harry stood by the doorframe sipping on a cup of tea when Director Croaker appeared, "What's wrong with them?"

Harry smirked, "They've just had a lesson on how to use modern technology and I think I broke them."

So by the end of the summer, Harry had the WEA wired up and online as well as having fleshed out a reasonable start to the new program for years one through four. Severus had been brought in to consult on what he'd require for years five through seven. Once he'd taught them the basics of how to utilize the PA, they had requested that he teach the examiners as if they were brand new firsties in class. When September rolled around, they had scratched out and rewritten nearly everything they thought they knew of brewing. Whenever the examiners would chat amongst themselves about how revolutionary all this was and how some of the more conservative families might balk at the idea of changing anything, Harry would just shrug his shoulders and reply that if they didn't like it; they were welcome to pull their kids out of Hogwarts and tutor them elsewhere.

Each of the examiners now also had their own PA's and carried them everywhere. With the death of Dolores Umbridge, Harry confided with Griselda that maybe now would be a good time to start floating the idea that introducing the computers along with emails and whatnot might be a good idea to revisit.

"I'll let you deal with the minister. Our last meeting left a bad taste in my mouth," Harry grimaced at the memory.

She patted him on the shoulder, "I'll work on him, don't you worry about that."

Elsewhere in Magical Britain, the captured Death Eaters had been interrogated for any and all information they had regarding the whereabouts of other members, hideouts, secret accounts, supply dumps and more. Once the Unspeakables had drained their memories dry of all possible and usable information, the Death Eaters with the exception of Pettigrew were unceremoniously pushed through the Veil of Death. There were no trials since they'd been caught red-handed and in the course of their interrogations, they'd been tested for being under the influence of the Imperius Curse or other illicit substances.

Peter Pettigrew had been held back to act as bait to trap any Death Eaters left behind in their sweeps. It proved fortuitous when Barty Crouch Junior got in contact with him to arrange a planning meeting to discuss what had happened to their Lord and how to bring him back again. The DoM had Peter contact Junior at an abandoned warehouse. While they were waiting, Peter mentioned that he wished he had a time turner so he could go back to that fateful night and slap his younger self stupid for being such an arse. Junior arrived not five minutes later when the trap was sprung. Hidden canisters of a toxic nerve gas were released into the room and within seconds both were incapacitated.

Junior was tagged, bagged and drained of his memories within moments before being shoved through the Veil. Peter requested that for once in his miserable life, he'd be allowed to walk tall and face his death like a man.

Fifth year:

Fifth year at Hogwarts for Harry was relatively peaceful given that Hogwarts housed several hundred rowdy teenagers for ten months out of the year. Harry was swamped with things to do for the rest of his classes in preparation for his OWLs. He did count himself as fortunate in knowing what was required and how the tests were conducted as opposed to if he'd waited until now to get his Potions OWL. Thanks to Neville's Grotto, he managed to keep Hermione from overloading herself and going through a mental and emotional breakdown. Because of the workload being heaped on him, Severus was kind enough to continue teaching the second through seventh years but only with the promise from Harry that starting his sixth year; he would pick up the slack.

The yearly testing tensions that usually cropped up were in overdrive come June. Hermione had been most adamant that she be allowed to study for hours on end without interference from those damn wandering desks. Harry constantly reminded her that the library was available as was the large central table in the common room. Despite his own workload, he also worked with her to host a few more Crafting Parties just to keep up morale as well as a great way to let off pre-OWL pressure. It was one week near the middle of the year that a rumor had floated around that Harry and Hermione had started sleeping together which made both teens laugh and wonder why anyone would care. Pomona had pulled the pair into her office and questioned both of them about the validity of said rumor but they both denied it.

"Seriously, professor, we're both too young for that. If anyone did see us sleeping together, it would've been on the couch utterly wiped out from studying." Hermione had scoffed with Harry agreeing.

Of course the rumor turned out to be just that, a rumor. Completely unsubstantiated it died a quick death before the gossip mill moved onto something or someone else.

Natalie and the rest of her year were understandably miffed that Harry wasn't going to be teaching them again that year but mollified that he would return for their third year. June rolled around and with came the dreaded OWL testing. Griselda and the other examiners smirked at Harry as he nervously bounced from foot to foot waiting his turn to be judged.

"Relax, Mr. Potter, this should be nothing new to you."

Harry rolled his eyes at the venerable witch, "This is entirely different."

She chuckled at his reaction and patted him on the arm, "It's really not, so try not to get yourself too worked up. You know everyone here so it's not like you're going in blind."

Summer before Sixth year:

When the owl that delivered his OWLs arrived (Petunia laughed when she caught that), Harry stood there indecisively overthinking and worrying that his results weren't going to be good enough or that something happened and he'd have to take the year over again. Round and round it went until finally Vernon grabbed it out of his hands and opened up the envelope.

"Ahem, well…" he cleared his throat and waited until Harry let out a low groan, "You passed."

Petunia leaned over his shoulder and nodded her head appreciatively, "More than just passed, Harry. You got Outstandings in all but one of your classes and that one was an Exceeds Expectations in History of Magic."

Harry slumped over in relief, "Oh, thank you Merlin! It's finally over!"

Sixth year:

Now that his OWLs were done and dusted, Harry was able to concentrate on teaching his classes as well as working towards his more immediate goal of obtaining his Mastery from Severus. The two spent long nights together working out what sort of worthy recipe, technique or methodology would be appropriate to submit to the review board. Harry had wondered if he could use the ABM but Severus shot that down saying that it had to be a recent development.

Harry sat up and stared wide-eyed, "What about my recent work with the WEA to revamp the curriculum?"

Severus sat back and stroked his chin, "Hmmm… That's a good question. Short answer is 'I don't know.' You would have to contact the review board and find out exactly what they consider 'new and improved.'"

As it turned out, revamping a long-standing educational curriculum was definitely on the list of approved choices so Severus worked with Harry to get permission from the WEA then compiled all the necessary paperwork together and submitted it to the Mastery Review Board.

There was a surprise for Harry that year. Petunia had been feeling out of sorts now that Dudley was away at school and with Vernon at his job all day, there really wasn't anything for her to do. She'd made a couple of visits to the Pavilion during Harry's fifth when an idea popped into her mind. She conferred with Minerva about her becoming a part-time teacher for Muggle Studies and be responsible for the practical aspect of the class. When asked to elaborate, she replied that learning about the non-magical world out of the new textbooks was fine and all but what the kids really needed was someone to take them around town so they could see and experience that newly gained knowledge in person. So at the start of Harry's sixth year, he was stunned to see his aunt sitting up at the Teacher's table with a smug grin on her face.

"You never said a word during summer!" he exclaimed after dinner was over the first night.

She shrugged, "I wanted it to be a surprise. So what do you think? I can just see Lily rolling around, laughing herself silly at the sight of me of all people getting to be a teacher in the magical world."

He hugged her, "I think my mum would've been proud of you."

Seventh year:

Even with his reduced classwork levels, Harry was once again loaded down with things he needed to do to for his NEWTs at the end of his seventh year. This time however, he was better prepared to handle the amount of homework and preparations for his teaching. He worked with Hermione, the Queen of Color-coded Scheduling, to come up with a workable system to combine his studies, spending time with her and their friends, eating, sleeping and other necessities of life. It was nearing December when he received a letter from the Mastery Review Board that his paperwork and 'Original work/idea' had been approved and that he'd need to schedule an appointment to appear before them to take part in a seminar to ultimately determine if he was ready for the heady title of 'Potions Master.'

Harry and Hermione didn't always have a 'happily ever after' relationship. They did argue but usually it was usually resolved peacefully. At the start of spring, the two had had a massive and epic row about Hermione taking on too many roles now that they were in the final stretch of the school year.

"Don't you dare tell me what I'm allowed or not allowed to do, Harry James Potter!" she screamed at him one day, "I'm more than capable of figuring out for myself what I'm able to handle!"

Round and round they went, each trying to get the other to submit when Hermione finally lashed out and slapped him across the face, "I'm sick of this! If you can't handle the fact that I'm an independent woman then I don't want you in my life! Get away from me, we're done!" She then turned and stormed out of the Common room.

Harry stood there utterly dumbfounded that not only had she slapped him but also ended their relationship. He blankly stared at everyone else who were watching in mute horror at what had just transpired, "I…I'm going to be in my room…"

It took a week before Neville finally put his foot down and dragged Harry by the collar into the Grotto.

"Potter, we've got to talk," he glared at his best friend.

Harry glanced around him and smirked, "Nev, I appreciate it but you're not my type."

Neville growled menacingly which told Harry now was not the right time for such jokes, "You're here because you've been behaving like an arse after that showdown you had with Hermione."

Harry threw his hands out wide, "She ended it, not me! Why aren't you having this conversation with her?"

Just then Daphne entered dragging a recalcitrant Hermione behind her, "Ah, good. Now we can get things rolling. Hermione, strip…"

Hermione's eyes nearly bugged out, "What?!"

Daphne crossed her arms and huffed in exasperation, "You can't get into the tub wearing your clothes now can you?"

"Why would I want to get into the tub and what is he doing here?"

Neville hooked a thumb at Harry, "He's here for the same reason you are. The pair of you are going to stay in the grotto until you solve your differences or you murder each other. Now start stripping or we're going to have to do that for you."

Harry sorely wanted to make a joke about that but wisely kept his mouth shut.

After they stripped down to their underwear, the two arguing teens were unceremoniously shoved into the tub. Harry idly noted that the water was already warmed by the rocket heater, "Um, are you just going to stand there watching over us or are you going to get in too?"

With a superior lift of an eyebrow, Daphne reached down and unbuttoned her robes revealing her swimwear and slid into the water with Neville following a second later.

It took several hours and much pruning of their skin before Harry and Hermione managed to patch up their feelings for each other and start things over again. She promised to delegate some of the lesser priority events to the others in the Arts program while Harry promised not to be such a 'brainless boy who spoke without a filter on his mouth' as Daphne had described.

The school was relieved to know that the Golden Duo as they'd become known as had resolved their problems and resumed a more sedate relationship. Tensions no one realized had cropped up dissolved and the student and staff population turned to other topics of conversation.

Seventh year for Harry ended on a high note. He had traveled with Severus to meet with the Mastery Review Board and after several hours of interrogation about everything and anything potion-related, Harry walked out feeling like a wrung-out dishrag but buoyant that he'd done as well as he could. That feeling proved correct when the board congratulated him and awarded him his Mastery in Potions the first week in June.

"Damn you, Potter. You're just like your father and not content to let others be the best or first in anything," Severus grumbled good-naturedly.

Harry appeared confused, "What do you mean?"

"When I got my Mastery, I was the youngest recipient in modern history and now you come along and beat me by nearly a decade."

Harry just laughed at patted his mentor consolingly on the shoulder.

NEWTs were upon the seventh years and like with their OWLs, tensions were running high and nerves frayed to their breaking point. Harry wondered why that was for his year group seeing as how they'd already been through this process before. Keeping that mindset, Harry maintained an even balance of studying and relaxing with his friends. He'd even convinced Hermione and the others to do the same which helped with their overall health.

"So, when do we get the results from the NEWTs?" he'd asked Griselda when she and the other examiners arrived at the castle.

"Well, seeing as how we now have our own PA's as do your year group, we should have the results within a week and email them to you. The paper copies will be entered into your school files as soon as they're generated." She smiled at the warm thought of being able to new graduates out into the world as soon as possible.

A week later and all of Harry's (and everyone else's) worries were relieved. He'd passed all of his classes with straight Outstandings. At their graduation ceremony, Minerva not only handed him his diploma but also a contract already signed by her to start work as an official Potions Professor starting in September.

"I expect to see this signed and delivered to my desk as soon as possible, Potter," she glared at him but without any real heat behind it, "Don't make me hunt you down and drag you back by your toes."

At the after-graduation party, Luna offered to be the DJ. "Good evening graduating class of 1998!" The crowd cheered loudly (and drunkenly in Seamus Finnegan's case) Tonight's line-up is going to be as wild and booty-shaking as this group has ever been! Starting off things is Will Smith's "Getting Jiggy With It" so let's see you swing those cute bums and get your jiggy going!"

Time skip:

Over the next five years, Harry oversaw and helped implement the rollout of the newly revised Potions curriculum for first through fourth year students. By the time his students reached their fifth year and transitioned into Professor Snape's Advanced Potions classes, they were prepared to brew even the most finicky recipe as well as blow any previous test records out of the water. It was easily the most anticipated and eagerly attended class in the school's history. It was also not unusual for the older students to stop in to listen to the occasional lecture or take part in some of the experiments. During his summer vacations, he and Hermione (when she got time off from work) traveled around with Neville and occasionally Luna whenever they went on their excursions to gather ingredients or see what the Snorkacks were doing.

Financially, he was set and if he'd really thought about it, had no need to work as hard as he did. Robert Cody had left his job as a primary school teacher to become the COO full time in the company he'd co-founded with Harry to manufacture the Assistants. Every department within the ministry had a PA somewhere, usually multiples. Department heads wondered why they never heard about the things before only to nod understandingly after being informed that Dolores Umbridge was responsible for that. The PA's were a hit internationally too as well as on the non-magical side of the government. The mundane Prime Minister had one that he used to communicate with Fudge or whoever would replace him.

As he neared his tenth anniversary of teaching at Hogwarts, Harry finally pulled his thumb out and proposed to Hermione. They got married that summer and honeymooned in Greece before they moved into a lovely two bedroom flat in Hogsmeade. Harry credited their time in Mykonos, Greece as being the reason they had their first child so quickly. Seeing Hermione lounging around their hotel room in a barely there bikini with a permanently seductive smirk on her lips set his passions aflame and tossed his inhibitions right out the window. First was a boy they named James Sirius and a year later, a girl named Remi Lily. (Sirius loved to rib Remus about that not that the latter man cared.)

When Severus began making noises about retiring, he tapped Harry to replace him. Harry in turn had the perfect candidate to take up his old position. He'd tracked Natalie McDonald down where she was finishing up her mundane university studies and had barely gotten the question out of his mouth when she squealed in happiness and practically hugged the stuffing out of him.

Harry remained a Potions professor for nearly sixty years before making the decision to retire. By this point, his kids had grown up, gone to school and made their own lives. He had suggested the idea to his wife that they finally move into Potter Manor and she agreed that it was time. When asked why they hadn't before, he replied that the manor was for old biddies, not a young and vibrant couple raising children. Now that they'd retired, they could take up said 'Old Biddy Potter' titles. They spent the rest of their days pursuing gentler projects and activities. Harry worked with Dobby to install a miniature live steam railroad in a section of the backyard that either could take rides on. When Harry reached his majority of twenty five years old and became Lord Potter, he finalized his promise to formally bring his elves into the family and make them all Potters. Dobby nearly had an aneurysm when that happened and was seen and heard babbling deliriously happy for days afterwards.

[A/N: It took me forever to come up with this one and I don't know why. It's only a little half as long as Harry's and it's why I'm including it with his chapter. If anyone can think of something to add, I'll be glad to come back and include it. Just leave a review since the FFN PM system is still having fits the last I checked. If you're reading this on Ao3, leave a review anyways.]

Chapter 35: Rebrewed and Decanted, What Happens Next – Part 2

Hermione Granger:

During the summer before fifth year, she took a summer intern position with the Ministry for Magic Beast Control Department helping calm and process the paperwork assigned to the various creatures that came through the checkpoints, either coming into or leaving England. She was instrumental in the capture of a juvenile Erumpant after it had escaped its enclosure and left a trail of destruction in Portsmouth. They tracked it to a park near a marina where it was hiding behind a rocky outcropping, occasionally peeking out cutely.

("Mama?") It lowed as Hermione slowly approached.

("You ran away from Mama. I'm here to take you back to her.")

It swung its head around in search of its mother and snorted uncertainly, ("Scared. Want Mama.")

Hermione finally got close enough to allow the juvenile to sniff her, ("I know. I'm here to bring you back to Mama. Okay? You just follow me and we'll find your Mama.")

("Kay…")

The on-site Aurors, Obliviators and Beast Control Agents watched in awe as a comparatively tiny fifteen year old girl gently lead the Erumpant back to the holding pens where its mother was anxiously waiting.

Hermione's fifth year was relatively tame in comparison to Harry's. She proved once again that she was an exemplary (some would say legendary or a mis-sorted Ravenclaw) student and passed her classes and OWLs with flying colors as well as taking her GCSE exams a full two years ahead of where her mundane peers would be. With the magical and mundane tests out of the way, she worked with her Head of House as well as her parents and the WEA to go to Hogwarts part time so she could attend a mundane veterinarian degree. As always, her Crafting Parties were well attended. She also worked with Sandrine to develop a set of protective goggles that warded against the death glares of the basilisk should her offspring try something stupid.

Sixth year:

Hermione split her time between her Veterinary school and Hogwarts thanks in part to Harry offering the transport services of Jelly who had taken a liking to Hermione. In the mornings between six am to noon, she studied all the inner workings and biologies of the animal world then after a quick lunch, was elf-transported back up to Hogwarts to study for her eventual NEWTs. Minerva appointed her the unofficial 'Party Planner' to help keep morale up during the long winter months, which she happily agreed to. During one such party, she talked with Bippy and got him to agree to have a couple of his teachers for the elflings stop by and give a seminar on the culture and history of the elves from their point of view.

This seminar led to a change in the behavior, policies and feelings of the entire staff and student population when they realized that the elves were so much more powerful in their own right and it was only because of an ancient treaty between the humans of the period and the foolish High Elves in which they had been tricked into signing that they were in the situation they were in today. It also led to the creation of the Magical Society for the Promotion of Elvish Culture and Welfare (MSPECW.) The goals of the new society was to educate the 'owners' of elves about their needs and wants as well as promote better working and retirement conditions for elderly elves.

Seventh year:

Overwhelmed with her complicated schedule between the two schools as well as social obligations and spending time with Harry; Hermione had a meltdown that she took out on the poor boy. In her anger and frustration, she broke off their relationship and hid away in the animal paddocks with Logan until a week later, Daphne found her and dragged her back to the Grotto where she learned she wasn't leaving until she and Harry patched things up.

Embarrassed by the whole affair, she and Harry did as instructed by their friends and patched up their miscommunication and feelings for each other.

Time skip:

Upon graduation from Hogwarts, Hermione was now able to put her full concentration into her mundane studies and two years later graduated from the Royal Veterinary College in the University of London. Once she finished partying to release all those years of stress and studying hard, Hermione joined the Beast Control Department full-time as an Agent working out of the Southhampton Dockyards. She quickly became the 'Darling of the Dockyards' on both sides of the magical curtain for her quick wit, ease around animals of all shapes, sizes and degrees of weirdness (according to the mundane dockworkers) regardless of how dirty or disgusting the job. She worked her way up to Field Supervisor overseeing the operations across Southern England. As part of her training, she'd been sent to the magical communities around the world working and interacting with all sorts of animals and cultures. When word got out about her ability of Beast Speak, she became a highly sought after consultant. There were many a government that offered incentives to work at their preserves but her heart and home would always be home in Merry Ol' England.

With the help of a baby demiguise he had borrowed from its mother while they waited to be sent onto their next port of call, Harry proposed to Hermione. The baby shuffled over and with the cutest squeaks held up the ring box.

("Not Mama!") It squeaked to get Hermione's attention. She looked up from her desk, confused as to where the voice came from. When the baby repeated itself, she looked down and saw the child carrying a box.

("Hi, what are you doing here?")

("Up!") Hermione gently picked it up and placed it on her desk. The demiguise baby held up the box, ("Harry me!") With an incredulous smirk, she glanced around the room only to find Harry facepalming himself in her office doorway.

"Harry?"

Harry chuckled as he crossed the room and playfully mussed up the baby's hair then knelt down on one knee, "What this little tyke was supposed say was, 'Marry me?' I'm a simple kind of guy, all evidence to the contrary. We've known each other since we were both eleven years old and I'd like to make our relationship a permanent thing. So, Hermione Jean Granger? Will you marry me?"

Her squeal of delight and lunging on top of him while covering his face with kisses was all the answer he needed.

Harry had Neville stand as his best man while Hermione chose Luna as her bridesmaid. For the ringbearer and flower girl, they were tossing around the idea of using one of the children of the magical creatures that resided in or near the castle. It wasn't until late at night when Hermione sat bolt upright and realized that they had the perfect candidates.

"Harry!"

"Wha?" he mumbled blearily where he had been dozing.

"The elves! What if we were to borrow a couple of the elflings to act as our ring and flower bearers?"

Harry blinked owlishly at her before his brain finally kicked into gear, "Well, I guess we could. That would require them to wear clothes and you know that's a touchy subject for them."

Hermione waved that aside, "That's easy, it's not a punishment or a dismissal. It's a temporary uniform to cover a service. I can talk to their parents and see what they say. Oooh! This is going to be perfect!"

She did just that and contacted Maisie as well as Bippy. The two senior elves then suggested a couple of elf parents who had children the right age and spoke with them about the idea of having their kids take part in a human wedding. The elf parents were initially concerned that the clothes meant that their children were going to be banished but Hermione was brought in to explain the situation and eventually got them to come around and agree.

When they were planning the ceremony and looking at venues, Harry asked her if she minded if they could just use Hogwarts since that's where Brother Simon Fisher-Becker would be on-hand to officiate. She cocked her head in thought and narrowed her eyes, not in anger but in contemplation. They traveled to the castle to speak with the good friar and found out that he wasn't limited to haunting just Hogwarts but that he was able to go anywhere within the British Isles. This was a load off their minds as Hermione whooped with joy.

"You want me to officiate? Oh, happy days! I haven't done that in centuries."

Harry held up a hand, "I just want to make sure that you're aware that we're going to be holding a Christian wedding?"

Brother Fisher-Becker waved his hand dismissively, "Not a worry, my dear. I was a Franciscan friar before my untimely death. Now where did I put my prayer book?"

The pair got married in a combined magical and non-magical ceremony. All of their friends were there, human or otherwise. They had wards set up so that when their non-magical friends or relatives who weren't in the know, left the ceremony all they'd remember was that it was a lovely service and that the bride looked positively radiant.

During their honeymoon in Mykonos, Greece; Harry managed to surprise Hermione with a visit to a magical creature preserve. Of all the creatures that lived there, none managed to get her attention than a Cerberus puppy that pounced on her the moment they stepped out onto the property.

["Hi there! Who are you? We're big and tough, you better be nice!"] Said the three heads in stereo and cutely growled.

Hermione looked up at Harry nonplussed, "Harry?"

Harry just grinned in response, "I figured you'd want to meet them again so I planned our itinerary around this."

"Meet…them." Her eyes flicked back to the pups that were now nuzzling her clothes, "No… [Dionysus! Aristotle! Persus!"]

["Daddy!"] The pups squealed simultaneously.

["Hello, Hermione. It's good to see you again."] The three elder Cerberus heads replied as they stepped out from around the corner.

During one of their many downtimes just lazing around the hotel room, Harry was sitting on a deck chair just idly staring out over the impossibly blue waters when Hermione stepped out of the room wearing her bikini that she'd bought before they'd left but wouldn't let him see until now.

"Harry," she called seductively.

He turned and his higher brain functions switched off. Standing before him was a Goddess come down from Heaven. Her bushy hair had been partially tamed thanks to the local weather and because she was no longer stressing about things, she had the beginnings of a summer tan, her body fit and toned from working long hours in the field and the barely there yellow string bikini, which he later realized was just a couple of triangles that covered what they needed to, contrasted nicely with her skin tone. Well, it might have if there was enough to see properly. From his angle, it appeared as if she were completely nude. She turned and posed for him, giggling at the lust building in his eyes.

"Duh…"

She grinned wickedly as she crooked her finger at him, "Your wife has need of you, husband…"

When their first child, James Sirius was born, Hermione took time off from her job to be a good mother but she still maintained a close relationship with her former co-workers. If there were a serious enough problem with whatever animal was putting up a fit; she'd head in to solve what usually turned out to be communication issues.

She came storming into the warehouse one day that served as a staging site for creatures heading out of the country, "Alright! Who's the idiot that's interrupting mummy/baby bonding time?"

It didn't matter if the animals couldn't understand English, they just knew that they'd screwed up and immediately dropped into a submissive stance. Even the humans they noted were doing the same thing. Only the basilisk hatchlings were unaffected, they just stared in defiance.

Slipping on a pair of basilisk-proof goggles that she and Sandrine had designed together, she towered over them and stared back at the hatchlings imperiously until they finally submitted and allowed the Agents to herd them back into their crates.

"Damn, Potter. How'd you do that?" her second-in-command Regan asked her later.

"I picked up a few things over the years dealing with their mother."

Regan raised a silent questioning eyebrow.

Hermione's returning sneer was all teeth, "That's right, Regan. I went to school with the biggest BAMF basilisk in the past thousand years and am proud to call her my friend."

Hermione occasionally ventured back to Hogwarts to help organize other Crafting Parties, act as a substitute CoMC professor and when the next TriWizard Tournament came back around to Hogwarts, she helped oversee the operations and events. Whenever she showed up, the kids rejoiced and crowded around her. When Logan passed away, she wept loudly and practically demanded that he be buried in the cemetery near Hogsmeade with honor.

When she was at the castle as a substitute professor, she liked to show off the various scars she picked up over the years and used them as a teaching tool in what not to do when dealing with recalcitrant or over-excited creatures.

"What's that one from?" one tiny third year asked, pointing to the ropy scar on her left arm.

"That's from a squid that got too curious as to what I was doing in its territory. It was apologetic once we got communication protocols established but it was a lesson in knowing that just because you think you're the top predator on land, you are at the bottom of the food chain in the seas."

"Squids can think? I thought they were just food to be battered and fried?"

Hermione snorted, "Cephalopods, a family including octopi, squids, cuttlefish and nautiluses, were believed to have arisen roughly in the Late Cambrian. True, the Late Cambrian began 509 million years ago and the earliest cephalopod, a nautiloid, had been thought to date to about 490 million years."

"Whoa…" they all breathed in awe.

"Now this particular squid wasn't the normal kind you see in aquariums or even in restaurants. No, this one was a brand new, at least to us, species. It was a member of a race of advanced, tool-using cephalopods known as 'T'Katle' and they live in the depths of Baja California. They live within an underwater cavern society and rarely venture to the surface. The only reason why we even know about them is because the squid I worked with, T'blat, had been caught in a fisherman's net and hauled to the surface."

Their eyes were wide and curious as they scribbled down their notes. Hermione shared some photos of her with T'blat. Some were them together, some were of T'blat by itself while others were just random photos of the research facility.

"Did you have to call in the Obliviators?" someone asked.

Hermione shook her head, "No, the townspeople knew that no one would believe them. They are simple people who live closely with the land and sea. Their elders said that if the T'Katle wanted to be known to the world, they would come to the shores on their own time."

When the next TriWizard Tournament came around, some idiot in the Department for Sports and Games suggested they use dragons as a Task. When Hermione heard about that, she stormed the building and portkeyed the idiot into the nearest dragon preserve. She marched up to a rock outcropping and addressed the nearest dragon.

("Honored Elder, I would appreciate it if you would tell this idiotic adult human male about the foolishness of using the nesting mothers as a challenge for other humans in a competition for a shiny prize.")

The elder shook its armored head, ("Started the Tournaments up again, did they? I thought they gotten smart and ended those things because of the rising death tolls?")

Hermione waggled her hand, ("They did for a while but a few years ago, one was held but in a different style than the ones of old. This one here thinks that the 'Champions' could take on a nesting mother to retrieve a fake egg that holds a clue to the next task.")

The dragon stared at her before flicking its eyes over at the cowering idiot. The elder snorted in laughter, ("No, seriously. What are they going really do?")

With just a raised eyebrow in response, the elder burst out laughing and pointed them towards the nesting grounds. When they arrived, Hermione pointed to several carcasses of smaller dragons and other creatures who foolishly thought they could oppose the mothers.

"Care to revise your ideas?" she snarked at the man.

When retirement and old age finally reared its ugly head and forced her to slow down, Hermione decided that she would oversee something of a less strenuous venture. She opened a halfway house for unfairly banished, abused or newly freed elves of all ages. She used a small gardener's cottage located on the grounds of Potter Manor as her base of operations and constructed a series of buildings to act as a dormitory, school, hospital and everything else needed to help the elves get back on their feet. Word was sent out via the Elf Network that if you needed a place to stay or learn a new trade or even just to visit then a stop at the Laodhan Valley Elf Retreat was in order.

Hermione looked up from her reading at the sound of timid knocking, "Come in!"

An old, raggetedy elf shuffled in, its pillowcase heavily stained and ripped. Hermione jumped up and hurried over to the wretched being, "You poor dear! Come in and have a seat. Would you like something to drink or eat? What's your name?"

The elf eyed her apprehensively, "I was told to come here by the other elves. They said you could help. My name is Kreacher."