It was a serene day in the neighborhood, the sun shining overhead without a cloud in the sky. It was your average complex, with all of the homes of similar models, yet it was far from ordinary. The residents of the neighborhood would proudly inform you, if you asked, that this was the first all-wizard communitie since Hogsmeade. It would not be found on a tourist's map of the area, but ask the right person for Mandrake Court, and you would be pointed in the right direction.
The person who divulged this information would surely be eager to let you in on another little tidbit of news. To add to its prestige, this was the home of one of the most famous wizards of all time. Once he was known as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but now he is far more renown for his valuable work in the Ministry in the Magical Games and Sports Department. And that is the way he would like it to be in these times of peace, with the adventures of his childhood lodged in a far corner of his brain, for fond recollections but not every day life.
Today was a much more important day in the young man's, a mere five year out of Hogwarts, life. In number 10 Mandrake Court, Harry Potter was currently crouched beside a bed in a position surely uncomfortable for his long legs, holding the hand of a brunette girl who lay resting. A smile was upon their faces, both weary, yet both equally proud.
"Can a get you anything?" Harry inquired of the girl, his tone anxious and uncertain.
"I'm fine," replied Brooke. "Where is she?"
"In the nursery, sound asleep. Do you want me to get her for you?"
Brooke shook her head. "Let her sleep. She had a busy night."
Harry snorted. "We all did." A grin darted across Brooke's face, and she squeezed Harry's hand before drifting off into a much deserved rest.
What happened to the Boy Who Lived since his last days at Hogwarts? I understand this seems anticlimactic for a hero of so many tales. However, he is taking a well-deserved retirement from the business of conquering all evil and embarking on a new adventure - leading a normal wizarding life.
In truth, it will be impossible for Harry's life ever to be described as "normal". To the end of his day's he will be known as the boy who defeated he-who-can-now-be-named-freely: Voldemort. No longer does his name invoke terror upon those who hear it - it merely induces a shudder, remembering darker times before the end of his reign and the dawn of peace.
Harry Potter, with the aide of his two dearest companions, Dumbledore, and many others, finally vanquished Voldemort for all. The tale of this accomplishment is a whole other story, and better told another day (*cough*ByJKROWLINGS*cough*). All of their years at school had been focused on accomplishing this task, and without it for them to focus on, the trio of Potter, Weasley, and Granger had to come up with ways to survive on their own. Harry was lucky to have numerous connections, and was quickly placed in a high-ranking position in the department of Magical Games and Sports. With him as a spokesperson, many of the lesser known events in the world of magical sports would draw crowds, adding diversity to the sporting events wizards would frequent.
Ronald Weasley also worked in the Ministry, employed in the Improper Use of Magic Department. It was his duty to track down and punish those who misused their gift - ironic, since he was one of the Weasley boys, notorious for their disregard of rules during their school days.
Hermione, with all of her talent in various areas, finally settled down with a job writing for Witches' Weekly magazine. Ron once told Harry it was quite fitting, considering it would give her the perfect opportunity to share her knowledge on everything with everyone. The two of them shouldn't be the only lucky ones, he added.
But what of their lives beyond work? On one of his first assignments, Harry met a girl named Brooke, an aspiring journalist, when being interviewed on the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Brooke also happened to be a close friend of Hermione's at the time, and when the sparks were evident between the two, Hermione made certain to feed the fire.
Hermione is always good at what she does. The two were married within a year.
Ron needed no help finding a match - she had been there all along. It was a girl named Faye, who had been a Ravenclaw in the same year as Ron and his companions. A friendship was struck up when a mutual hatred of Draco Malfoy was discovered. Their matching was far from perfect; both had fiery tempers which egged each other on, yet it was always amusing for their companions.
Hermione was much more interested in the love lives of her friends than her own. She had many brief romances, but work always interfered with them developing into more serious relationships. She was a free ranger, oblivious to possible suitors that admired her from afar, caught up in the excitement of her work.
Enough dwelling in the past - let me bring you back to the present day. After Brooke fell asleep, Harry quietly left the room and headed for the den. On his way he passed the pink nursery, and couldn't resist peeking in. There she was, resting in the cradle. On her head was a soft fuzz of black hair, and although they weren't visible at the moment, her eyes were the large hazel ones of her mother. Harry started when he heard a cough behind him. He turned around quickly, relaxing when he saw his lanky redhead friend.
"Ron! When did you get here?" he softly enquired, not wanting to wake either his wife or daughter.
Ron grinned. "Faye and I just Apparated. We let ourselves in - sorry, but you really need to find a better hiding place for the spare key than under the mat. Hermione should be here soon, too." He craned his head, attempting to get a glimpse into the nursery. "I should have known Brooke would make it pink. It's a girl, right?" he added as a worried afterthought.
Harry rolled his eyes and nodded. Relieved, Ron asked, "So what are you naming the new Potter?"
The proud grin reappeared at once on Harry's face. "Anne."