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A/N: This is the end. Thanks for reading. I may redo this story later…thanks all

(1)

"Where are you taking me?" Kate asked Hermione and Jack as they lead her wheelchair down the hall.

"It's a surprise from Ron. I don't even know. He just said to wear the jackets," Hermione informed. They made the way to room 212. "This is it." Kate smiled as Jack reached for the door.

"Whoa! Wait a second!" Ron ran in front of them. "Before you go in, I hope you like it. I was trying think of a way to honor you and this is something I know you will enjoy. Go ahead." He smiled and opened the door. Everyone gasped at was inside.

(2)

Ginny met Harry at the bottom of the stairs, and they made the way to breakfast. "So, we leave tonight for Christmas. Mum said you could stay with us…if you want. Ron's not there or here and you shouldn't spend the holiday alone…"

"Sure. I would love to do that," Harry exclaimed, almost too enthusiastic.

"Good. I'm sure she'll be glad to see you are with us." Ginny smiled at Harry and he took her hand. They ate the rest of the meal with smiles.

(1)

"Oh Ron! This is amazing!" Kate said. She was standing in a room of snow. Snow was falling inside with the same consistency as the outside. The four of them built a snowman, had a snowball fight and went wheelchair sledding in the hospital room, which was locked from the outside and charmed so no one could get in. The only one who could was a witch nurse named Glenda Roddikin, who offered much assistance.

By the end of the day, she was exhausted and retreated to her room while Hermione and Ron cleaned up. "That was wonderful of you, Ron. I haven't seen her that happy in a while," she beamed.

"It was nothing. She wanted it. I helped her get it. You would have done the same for my mum," he stated.

"I don't know how to thank you, Ron." Hermione jumped into his warm arms and kissed him.

(2)

"You ready Harry?" Ginny asked as they departed the Hogwarts train.

"Yes. I can't wait."

"You know that none of them know right?" Ginny froze a step behind him.

"What?" Harry turned. "None of them know?"

"No. I haven't had a chance to tell them…are you mad?"

"No. Not mad just…surprised I guess."

"Don't worry," Ginny smiled, taking his arm. "It'll be great."

-

"And it was great. They were all happy together, definitely Harry's best Christmas. A few weeks later, they all rejoined at Hogwarts. Hermione's mum had made a full recovery. As for their relationships, they faced trials like all others but remained strong in each other."

"Wow that was a good story. Will you tell it again? We like hearing about Grandpa and Grandma!" Six little kids shouted into the night.

"Maybe another time, we will tell you the rest," an older Ron Weasley said.

"Yes, another time," old Harry chimed in.

"Goodnight Mum, Dad. Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny," Molly Weasley-Longbottom said, hugging everyone. "They love stories you guys tell."

"They really do," James Arthur Potter added. "We should get home. Come on kids." James was joined by his pregnant wife Lily, and his children, Sirius and Gina (short for Georgina, after uncle George.) "Night mum, dad, Uncle Ron, Aunt Mione." The kids shouted as they all Disapparated from the house.

"We should go to," Molly said. "Ken's probably home now. He was visiting Neville and Luna at the home. We are all going to see them tomorrow. He wanted to go make sure everything turned out ok and that they are ready for all of us." The four remaining children joined her. "Say goodbye to your grandparents and aunt and uncle."

"Bye!" They all hugged them. Then Molly Disapparated with the four children on her arm (Jasmine, Frank, Karen and baby Alice) waving and laughing.

"Crazy how things turn out, huh?" Ginny laughed.

"It is. Who would have thought we would live to have all of this?" Hermione added.

"I meant the way our family's ended up…a Weasley marring a Potter and a Granger; then the Weasley girl marrying a Longbottom and the James Potter Jr. marrying a girl named Lily…" Ginny looked at them all. "But that was crazy too."

"Want to get some Butterbeer?" Harry asked Ron.

"Sure. Then a game of Quidditch?" Ron smiled. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You'll kill yourselves out there Ronald. You're not 16 anymore. Besides, it's late…"

"Oh, Hermione, you know you'll want to play," Ginny added.

"Yeah. And you us boys, we never change." Ron laughed as they all went into the kitchen.

A/N: thanks for reading…