A/N: This is how I want the real series to end. I know the last word is supposed to be scar, but I like this better.
Epilogue 1: Ron's Reflection
"And so, I'd like to propose a toast to my best mate and my other best mate for finally tying the knot."
The many people in the crowed room, the majority of them red-headed, raised their glasses and chorused along with best man Harry, "To Ron and Hermione."
Ron beamed at his new wife; her mascara was long gone from the tears on the way to the wedding, up the aisle, and to and during the reception. Still, she looked ravishing. Of course, Ron thought Hermione looked ravishing no matter what make-up or clothes she was wearing.
Hermione grinned back at him. "So..." she murmured, "are you looking forward to the honey moon?"
Ron feigned embarrassment (well, partly feigned). "Hermione, you promised not mention that with other people in the room! You know how... excited I get."
"Well, I don't know first-hand, but I expect I'll learn tonight..."
"Okay, that's it. They don't need us here to cut the cake, do they?"
"Not for another fifteen minutes at least."
"Then I now know why they have dressing rooms at places like these."
"Ron!" she cried, laughing, half-heartedly pulling away from him as he pulled her around the dance floor and into the back hallways.
"I think I like this one, it has six bedrooms for when the clan visits, or Harry and Ginny stay the night, preferably in separate bedrooms..."
"Now, Ron, they're getting married in less than a year, I think they're entitled to make their own decisions."
"You made me wait until we were married," he pouted.
"Well, each couple has to make their own decision, I can't make it for them," Hermione replied, snatching the housing advertisement from his grasp. "You're right, it is nice, and very large. Will the gold from the prize money be enough, do you think?"
"Love, the Ministry gave us enough money to raise V- Voldemort from the dead. See, I can say it, now he's gone," Ron said, clearly very proud of himself.
"Well, it is a hard habit to break, judging by the rest of society. I think we'll add this one to the list of good ones."
"How many are on the list of good places?"
"Let's see..." She drew a list from the pocket of her robes. "One, now."
"Well, I think this one's the one."
"Ron, you haven't even seen it yet," Hermione admonished.
"What d'ya think the pictures are for?" Ron inquired, playfully trying to take the paper from her. Hermione swatted at his hands.
"Plus, it looks plenty large enough for the little Mr. Weasleys that'll be popping out in a few months. How are my little Quidditch pros?" Ron got down on his knees and began rubbing Hermione's stomach, crooning out the seven-hundred ways to commit a foul and how his sons were going to do each and every one to the Slytherins without getting caught.
"Honestly, Ron, our sons need to know that there's more to life than Quidditch."
"Well, I don't expect them to walk out of you on a Nimbus. They can learn from books with you until they can fly."
"When do you think they'll be able to learn to fly?"
"Oh, by the time they're two they can get a toy broom."
"Ron..." Hermione warned.
"They won't go high. It won't be dangerous."
Ron ambled out of the maternity ward, his right arm around his wife's waist. In the crook of his other arm, he carried a tiny creature wrapped in a blue blanket. Hermione also carried a sleeping figure, wrapped in green.
Harry leapt out of the purple armchair near the reception desk, Ginny right on his heels. When he reached the new family, he sucked in his breath.
"Oh, they're beautiful..." Ginny crooned. "Can I hold one?"
Reluctantly, Hermione passed off her newborn into her sister-in-law's arms. Ginny rested the baby on her swollen belly and watched the small baby sleep peacefully.
"You want the other one, mate?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry grinned and extended his arms.
"You do know you guys are godparents, right?" Ron asked nonchalantly.
Harry looked up, startled.
"Don't pretend you didn't expect it," said Hermione, smiling. "Of course we were going to choose you for our first kids."
"First?" questioned Ginny. "You mean there are more coming?"
Ron and Hermione just beamed.
Harry suddenly started. "I can't believe I forgot. McGonagall sent it along from Hogwarts. She only just found it, Dumbledore his it so well."
"What is it?" asked Ron, taking his son back.
"The Mirror, it's being delivered at your house, Ron."
Fifteen minutes later, the foursome, as well as the sleeping twins, arrived at a large, handsome Tudor home. Harry opened the double doors and allowed everyone else to enter.
In the hall stood a tall mirror. Ron recognized it immediately as the Mirror of Erised, but Hermione asked, "What is it?" Ginny looked at Harry, confused.
"It's the Mirror of Erised, the thing Dumbledore hid the Sorcerer's Stone inside during our first year."
"Wow," breathed Hermione, using her free hand to brush the carved words around the edges. Ron came up behind her and took her free hand in his, tightening his hold on the baby in his arms. Together, they took a step back together, as Harry and Ginny came up behind them, Harry with his arm around her waist. The two families stood side by side and looked at the picture coming into focus in the mirror.
In the reflective surface of the mirror, Ron saw his new family and his longtime friend. Exactly as they were.