Blessed : Epilogue
Epilogue
Disclaimer : These characters belong to none other than J.K. Rowling. She gets credit for everyone, but not the plot. Here's the epilogue, hope you enjoy . . .

Harry wakes up and notices that Draco's warm body is not next to him. He looks outside and sees that the sun is just rising, and snow is falling. He gets out of bed and wraps a fleece blanket around himself. He follows the light emitting from the baby's room.

Harry opens the door and stands in the doorway, smiling at the sight in front of him. Draco has little Tom in his arms, sitting in a chair in front of a roaring fire. Draco is talking to the baby, while Tom insists on giggling and gurgling.

"Merry Christmas," Harry tells the pair as he walks in and kisses Draco gently.

"Merry Christmas to you," Draco replies.

Harry smiles down at the baby. "Was he up early?"

Draco smiles riley. "Yep, what's new?"

Harry laughs. He pulls a chair up to sit next to Draco. The two men sit in silence for a long time, just staring into the fire, counting their fortunes.

"Sirius should be here soon, so we'd better get dressed," Harry says, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

Draco nods as he puts the baby back in his crib. "Oh, so he decides to sleep now, just when everyone else is awake," Draco exclaims in exasperation.

Harry laughs as he walks out of the room. Draco chases after him, tackling him to the floor.

"I really don't see what's so funny," Draco says to the man under him.

"Nothing, nothing," Harry lies, trying to stop his laughter.

Draco helps him up and they dress quickly. The doorbell rings and Harry raises to the door.

"Sirius!" Harry exclaims happily as he hugs his godfather.

"Sorry, our Harry here is a little rude. It must be freezing, you are aloud in the house, you know," Draco tells him from inside the warm house.

"Thanks," Sirius says as he comes in and takes off his ice-coked cloak.

"Where've you been?" Harry asks as the three men sit down by the Christmas tree in the family room. Draco starts a roaring fire as Sirius tells them his tales.

Harry laughs at times like when Sirius got stuck in quicksand and had to be pulled out by a local dump truck. But, Harry grew serious when Sirius speaks of the time he had to hide for five days with only water in order to escape being caught.

As Sirius finishes his story, a wailing comes from the other room. Sirius's face goes soft and sad. "Is that Remus's son?" He asks quietly.

Draco nods. "Stay here. I'm sure he's mad that he's missing all the fun. I'll go get him."

"We're taking good care of him, Sirius," Harry tells him gently once Draco's left the room.

"I know you are. I just wish I could be here for him, since I couldn't be there for you. I've failed my two chances at being godfather," Sirius says angrily.

Harry nods. "You're always welcome here, if you want to visit. Tom will understand that you can't be here all the time. Plus, I don't think the poor little boy could deal with three head-strong men in the house."

Draco walks into the room to see Harry and Sirius laughing happily. Draco puts down the little boy, who starts to crawl towards the fire.

"He's crawling?" Sirius asks, his eyes shining as he watches the little one.

"Yep. He's a right little monster," Draco replies with a laugh.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. The three men look at each other in shock and fear. Draco goes the door and opens it very slowly.

"Could you open it any slower? It's freezing out here."

"Ron!" Draco throws himself on the snow-covered figure. Draco grabs his hand and pulls him indoors.

Once in the warmth, Ron starts to melt and Harry gives him a quick hug, trying not to get wet. "I thought you couldn't come," Harry says excitedly.

Draco and Ron share a wink. "Nice surprise, eh?"

Harry elbows his boyfriend. "Draco!"

"What? It's so much more fun to see your face now then if you knew he was coming," Draco explains, wrapping an arm around his love's waist.

As the four men sit in the living room, talking, laughing, and watching little Tom, Harry contemplates the scene. The fire is roaring, and the house seems even warmer when he sees the ice and snow falling outside.

Draco leans over and whispers in his ear. "Merry Christmas. I love you, you know."

"I love you too," Harry whispers back, leaning against his chest.

Harry sighs in contentment, knowing that his life is final as 'normal' as it's going to get.

Sniff, sniff. I'm done with this, I can't believe it. Okay, I know this chapter was way too sappy, but it was fun to write. I thank everyone for reading, and I hope you've enjoyed this. Please, please, review. Thank you, Mara