Epilogue
Neville Longbottom was having a very pleasant dream. In it, he was eleven years old and a very powerful wizard. He was not afraid of Severus Snape, his old Potions professor at Hogwarts, and was currently suspending the professor upside-down by his wand while making his hair randomly change colours.
Yes, life was good.
"NEVILLE!"
He woke with a shock and leapt out of bed, instinctively grabbing his wand off the bedside table.
"Gin?" he called to his wife, Ginny, who was downstairs.
"Neville…" her voice had softened and was not so panicky. "Neville, come here."
Neville hurried down the stairs and saw Ginny standing in the kitchen. She was holding a thick bundle of clothes. "What's wrong, Gin?" he asked, yawning.
"Look, Neville." She came to him and showed him the bundle.
"It's…a baby…" Neville gasped. "But baby-delivering storks went extinct ages ago!"
Ginny laughed. "Yes, I know. No stork delivered him. But Neville…do you recognize him?"
Neville peered at the baby closely. His large, green eyes were slowly opening as he woke, and he stared at the couple curiously.
"My god," Neville breathed. "He's the spitting image of Harry."
"There's a note." Ginny nodded toward the kitchen table. Neville picked it up and read it.
I love him with all of my heart. I am doing this for his sake. Take care of him.
"Who's it from?" Neville asked, flipping it over to look for a name.
"I don't know…but for some reason I think it's from Hermione."
"Hermione Granger? I thought she was dead."
"So did I, but…he's lovely, isn't he? What should we name him?"
"Ron." Neville kissed his wife's cheek and they both stared down lovingly at their new son.
Finished! Short and...sweet? Err...yes well, it was supposed to be completely different. There was supposed to be a Draco-in-a-chicken-suit scene, but it wrote itself differently. Draco-the-chicken will be in my next story. I PROMISE.