The End

Harry Potter sat in Godric Hollow's graveyard. It was no longer his Hogwarts days. He was old enough to understand death. The age of twenty was creeping up him. He stared at one grave particually. He read it again.

Ronald Bilus Weasley

March 1st. 1980-May 28, 2001

Beloved Brother, Husband, and Son

It wasn't too long ago when Harry spent his day with Ron. It was less than five months ago, infact. Ron had proposed to Hermione one year after Hogwarts and they married no later than two months later. Now, Hermione was all alone with Ron and her daughter, Quena Lynn Weasley. Quena was born in 1999. She had Ron's hair and Hermione's eyes.

Hermione walked into the graveyard, Quena in her arms. Although Hermione hated coming here, she wanted to see Harry more than anything.

"Harry, you can't keep mourning over his grave. We can't bring him back." Hermione said, putting one arm around his neck. "I know. It's just...just not the same anymore." Harry said. "Why do you come here?" Hermione whispered. "Because this is the only place I can truly visit him." Harry said. "Come on. Why don't we go back to my house." Hermione said. "I can't. It's just too terrible." Harry said. "I'll make some tea and we can discuss it." Hermione said.

Harry was going to have to leave sometime today. Hermione was right. He couldn't mourn over Ron. Ron was gone, gone forever. Hermione helped Harry up off the ground. Harry gave her a weak smile. They began walking out of the graveyard, when Harry turned around and said a soft good-bye. Knowing Ron was going to protect him was another adventure, but knowing that Ron was safe was even better.

Quena reached out for Harry and Harry took her. Hermione put her hand on her stomach. It was a little rounded yet like she was still pregnant, but there was nothing there. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand from her stomach and put it around his waist. She smiled and leaned her head on Harry's arm. Since Ron had died, Harry had taken Hermione and Quena in as his wife and child.

"Hermione, do you think you'll ever marry me?" Harry asked. "Yes. One day perhaps." Hermione said. "Have you moved on? I mean, from Ron?" Harry asked. "Not as much as you have." Hermione replied. "Can I ask you something, 'Mione?" Harry asked. "Go ahead. It can't be bad." Hermione replied. "Are you pregnant again? I mean, since Ron's died, you would always place your hand on your stomach as if something was there." Harry said. Hermione took a minute to answer. "Yes Harry, I am pregnant, but not with Ron's child." Hermione said.

Harry stopped in his tracks. Not Ron's child? Okay, it can't be me. Harry thought. Hermione too had stopped. She looked at Harry.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing. Come on." Harry replied. "Okay, then." Hermione said. They continued down the sidewalk and went into Harry's house. It was another day in Harry Potter's world, when everything he ever dreamed was either lost or it was found. Either way, it was the end of everything. Nothing else to destroy his world.

The End?