You guessed it, I forgot to write in this very old journal again -- how come I haven't written in twenty-two years? Because I lost it. I lost the journal...

When Luna said she wanted five children, she actually meant we were going to have six... Why? Because of Draco. I really have to thank him someday because if it were not for him, we would have never had a boy (he's five now). I was kind of afraid that he'd grow up to be less-than-tough so I gave him my name so he could be feared before anyone could really know him. I gave him a wand early, and I help him practice his spells every morning before he goes out to play with his sisters.

Hermione was the Minster for Magic for about twelve years, and she started sweeping reforms that limited our ministry's interference, especially in education, and actually was able to slightly improve the living standard of House Elves during her term.

Ron is still the only candidate for Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and he's gotten so good at it that no one wants to replace him. One bad thing is Snape's the Headmaster. He's not bad at his job, despite being a git, but he's very bias. I'm glad I gave the girls Luna's last name because it bought them some time before he noticed they were mine.

Then again, once he did, he made up for lost time...

Anyway, let's see if I can remember their houses ... Lily became a Ravenclaw, Amy became a Gryffindor, Chris is a Gryffindor, and I think Vicky's a Ravenclaw, but Lizzy, the blacksheep of the family, is a Hufflepuff. She wanted to be a Hufflepuff, too, and she was the only one not to call me monkey-head (having messy black hair is a curse) when we took the kids to the zoo. Sam and Harry are too young to go to Hogwarts yet, but when they do, they'll be in good hands. Our kids seem to pull together when they're at Hogwarts, especially when Snape makes one of his dreaded detention runs. Even Lizzy helps out when she can.

Lily and Amy are too busy with their careers to settle down. Lily took the potions position at Hogwarts, moving it from the dungeons to one of the auxiliary classrooms on the fourth floor, but Amy, well, she's a journalist for the Quibbler. She's doing wonders for it, and it's been growing in prestige. It's almost main-stream now.

We think Chris is going to be another auror. She's always hated not having grandparents, and she has the grades for it. The rest haven't decided at all. Vicky has no idea what she's going to be, and she hopes her owl year will help her decide.

Well ... tomorrow is my fortieth birthday. That'll be about one-third of my life. I'd say I've had a full one already, but I think I still want to keep going for a long time. After all, I couldn't have wished for a better one --

"What's that you're writing?"

"It's my journal, Luna ... I just found it in Amy's old room."

"You never told me you had a journal."

"You can read it if you want -- it's pethetically short."

"Well, if it's short it's sure to have a lot of empty pages."

"Yeah ... do you want it?"

"Not really ... I had my own journal, you know."

"When?"

"At Hogwarts ... remember the day that you left? The one where I told about my dad and my mom and how much I missed them?"

"I will never forget it..."

"Well, that day I made a descision, and I wrote an entry in my journal right on the shore where you found me ... a final entry... And I decided that if you wouldn't come looking for me -- if you hadn't found me, I would have drowned myself in the lake."

"Wow ... I really had no idea..."

"I've always loved you, Harry, and that day I thought, if you don't love me enough to come looking for me, then I'll never be happy."

"I'm glad I did."

Luna smiled. "Me too. The journal I had was filled with all the saddness I had from my parents and from other people who thought I was weird and crazy. The minute you found me I decided that that part of my life was over, and once I told you about all my sad memories and you left to fight Voldemort, I threw my journal into the lake."

"You deserve to be happy."

"I am ..."

As she left, Harry could hardly believe he'd done so much for one person. They were made for each other, and that moment he knew it. And as happy as Harry was when he defeated Voldemort, when he married Luna, or when he saw Lily for the first time, nothing made him happier than knowing that moment that he had really fulfilled his purpose -- making the person he loved more than anything else in the world happy.

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