Disclaimer: All HP characters don't belong to me. Some sentences are quoted from "Fred and Edie" by Jill Dawson and the movie "Another Life"

Disclaimer 2: Baby William belongs to me. There's no baby in the real story, only abortion and miscarriage.

To BeaumontRulz, my Beta Reader!

Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter, thank you all for your support! I was thinking of writing a sequel at first, but then I thought, "Nah, let it be. It's time to move on." So stay tuned for my next H/Hr story :) Merry X'mas!

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Chapter 17: Epilogue

After Harry and Hermione died, riots broke out at the Ministry, where protesters beat up and hexed the people from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, and if they were daring enough, they would attack the Minister as well. It took 3 months for everything to settle down.

The Ministry had decided that Hermione was the last witch to be hanged in Azkaban, after that, every witch who committed a crime would get either a life-long sentence in Azkaban or a heavy fine.

Harry and Hermione's belongings were supposed to be auctioned off after they died, but thanks to Harry's and Hermione's friends, who put up a good fight of keeping them, none of items had been sold out.

According to the law, Harry and Hermione were to be buried in Azkaban, but due to the protests of their supporter, the Ministry decided to bury them at a common cemetery, where everyone could pay their respects to them.

True to his words, Arthur Weasley left the Ministry and joined Fred and George in their booming business, which was getting better during the period of riots, when people bought their products to get back the Ministry people.

Ginny kept her promise to Hermione and she kept William in the Burrow, where the Weasleys took care of him like their own.

4 years later

A little boy stared at the display of flowers at a florist shop in Diagon Alley. He had big, beautiful eyes, with the darkest shade of green that you could ever find. His hair was brown, which looked almost black in the shop.

The boy suddenly smiled and picked one out of every type of flowers. He picked a sunflower, rose, tulip, lily, daisy… until he had a large combination of flowers in his hands.

Merrily, he ran to a lady standing at the other side of the shop. "Aunt Ginny, I want these!"

Ginny turned around and she smiled at the bouquet. "That's a lot of flowers, are you sure, William?"

William Potter nodded, his eyes shone with eagerness. "Can we buy them, can we? Please?"

Ginny's smile widened. "Of course we can, William. I'm sure your Mummy and Daddy would love the flowers you chose for them."

Ginny turned to the florist. "Wrap them up, please."

William needed to stand on tiptoe to place the flowers on the counter. Once the flowers had been wrapped up nicely, he took the bouquet back, as if he was scared that someone would take it away before he did.

"Want me to carry it for you, William?" asked Ginny gently.

William shook his head. "I want to carry it myself."

It was evening. Ginny and William went to the cemetery, where Harry and Hermione were buried. Their graves shared one tombstone, which had a statue of a phoenix standing on top of it.

William rushed to his parents' graves. "Hi Mummy, hi Daddy!" he said happily. "I'm here!"

Ginny walked slowly, smiling slightly. She had never told William how his parents died; she just told him that they were now in heaven, where people went after they "couldn't wake up no matter what you do to them".

William placed his bouquet on the graves. "I chose the flowers myself, Mummy, Daddy. I hope you will like them."

He then put the schoolbag that he had been carrying all this while down and opened it. He started searching.

"What are you looking for, William?" asked Ginny curiously.

William didn't answer. He then took out a folded paper. He unfolded it and Ginny went still.

It was a crayon drawing of Harry, Hermione and William themselves, standing under the sun. All of them were smiling and holding hands.

"I drew it myself," said William proudly.

Ginny stared at the drawing. She had shown William his parents' photo and he had drawn their looks accurately (well, sort of, but Ginny could still identify who was who) into the drawing.

"….It's wonderful," said Ginny finally.

William smiled. "I'm giving it to Mummy and Daddy…. oh wait."

He put down the drawing and searched his bag again. He took out a blue crayon and scribbled on the drawing: "To Mummy and Daddy, from William."

William smiled again in satisfaction and placed the drawing under the flowers. "Do you think Mummy and Daddy will like it?" he asked Ginny.

"I'm sure they will," said Ginny softly. "Come on, William, let's go home, it's getting late."

William pouted. "But I want to stay here longer with Mummy and Daddy."

"I afraid you can't, dear. It's time to go home for dinner."

William looked disappointed and he hanged his head low.

"We can come here again tomorrow, if you want," said Ginny quickly.

William looked up in excitement. "Really?"

Ginny nodded.

William clapped his hands and cheered. "Yeah! Then I want to do another drawing for Mummy and Daddy!"

"That's nice."

William hugged the tombstone (even though his arms weren't wide enough to wrap around it). "Bye Mummy, bye Daddy. I will see you two tomorrow."

Ginny smiled. She felt comforted seeing William grew up to be a filial boy and didn't go astray. He was adorable, kind-hearted and innocent little boy (but sometimes he could be quite mischievous) and most importantly, he was happy, just like other children, despite he had no parents.

Suddenly, William picked up his bag and ran off.

"Hey!" called Ginny.

"Race you to Diagon Alley, Aunt Ginny! Last one who reaches it is a turtle!" shouted William.

"Oh no, you don't!" called Ginny. She was about to run as well when she stopped, turned to the tombstone and said, "See how playful your boy is?"

She then smiled. "Bye."

She ran off.

Harry and Hermione watched from heaven as Ginny caught up with William and started tickling him as a punishment. They smiled as they saw their son laughing innocently. For Harry and Hermione, to be able to see William, even after they had died, was the most precious gift they ever got.

The End