Epilogue

Note: This is set 4 years later….

Harry apparated into the foyer and took off his shoes. He put them on the mat and placed his broom in the closet with a tired sigh. He could hear Ginny and Hope in the kitchen, having dinner. Eager to join his family, he walked down the hall towards their voices.

"Mummy, more please!" Hope said in her usual cheery voice, holding out her bowl for more vegetables.

Ginny looked up with a smile as Harry entered the kitchen, in his Quidditch robes of dark blue and silver.

"Hey!" Harry greeted her happily, pulling her closer to him.

"Hey" Ginny said softly, smiling. "How was practice?"

"Well I was knocked off by a bludger, fifty feet in the air…." Harry said slowly, smirking slightly.

"Are you all right?" Ginny asked worriedly, looking him up and down for injuries.

"Yes, Tyler, our chaser, caught me just before I hit the ground." He replied calmly.

Ginny frowned, placing a hand on her hip.

"Harry Potter, one of these times you're going to come home with broken bones and I'm not-"

Harry laughed, cutting across her. "You worry too much."

Ginny rolled her eyes and passed him a plate of vegetables and grilled chicken. He took a seat at the table and Hope looked up at him.

"Daddy," Hope began. "When is my brother or sister coming?"

Harry began coughing on the mouthful of chicken he put in his mouth and Ginny nearly cut her thumb with the knife she was holding.

"Hope!" She sighed, her cheeks flushed.

Once Harry could speak, he said, "Sweetie, you don't have a brother or sister."

Hope frowned. Ginny handed back her bowl which was now full of vegetables.

"Actually," Ginny said breathlessly, looking up at Harry with large eyes.

Harry dropped his fork to the floor, but he ignored it. "You… you mean… I'm…."

"Going to be a Dad." She finished teasingly.

Harry was speechless. Ginny perched herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ginny laughed softly. "This time around I'm feeling a lot better about it! Not to mention I'm the mother of the Great Harry Potter's children."

Harry ignored her last comment and held her as he jumped to his feet and spun her around in a circle. Ginny laughed, as he twirled her around, and then brought her down to kiss her.

They only broke apart when Harry heard Hope exclaim, "Yucky!"

He grinned, glancing at Hope, who was covering her eyes with her hands. Ginny's smile seemed permanent on her face. She only broke her gaze, because Zoey, now a full-grown cat, startled her by brushing against her leg.

"I love you!" Harry whispered in her ear, so as to not gross Hope out too much.

"I love you too, Harry."

He reluctantly let her go sit down to eat her own dinner. His mind was racing. Everything was perfect! Harry was at home more often, his job was less dangerous, he had his wife, his daughter and now, a new baby!

"Hope what do you think you're going to get? A sister or a brother?" Ginny asked, eyes dancing with happiness.

Hope thought a moment. "A brother! 'Cause then Daddy could do boy stuff with him!"

"Yeah? But what happens if you get a sister?" Harry asked, grinning. He bent down and picked up his fork to resume eating.

Hope thought again then shrugged. "Then they'll be three girls, and you'll be the only boy!"

"Poor Daddy!" Laughed Ginny.

"Poor Daddy" Hope repeated, grinning, brushing her red hair from her face.

Harry smiled at his family. Everything had certainly turned out perfectly. Through the chatter of the family, sitting on the counter was the radio Ginny had on before Harry had arrived at home. The excited chatter of Harry, Ginny and Hope sounded over the song that was ending on the radio.

'Cause you're everywhere to me

And when I catch my breath

its you I breathe

You're everything I know

that makes me believe

I'm not alone

You're in everyone I see

So tell me,

Do you see me?