Yeah, yeah, I know I said it was over, but I couldn't help but write this. I realize it's late and that almost NONE of my regular reviewers will read this, but hey, I wanted to add it and I'm the author, goddammit. : ). If you can, use "The Trapeze Swinger" by Iron and Wine as mood music while reading this, since its what I wrote this to.
.x. Having Heart Is Full Of Pain .x.
Epilogue
"IT'S A BOY!" Harry ran out of the pristinely white St. Mungo's room, beaming and screaming at the top of his lungs. "It's a boy! It's a boy! I have a son!" He quickly darted back in, crouching next to Ginny. Her fiery red hair was stuck to her damp forehead with sweat, and her brown eyes had a tired droop to them, but she was as beautiful as always. He touched her cheek gently.
"I love you," he whispered. She looked over at him and smiled.
"Do you want to hold him?"
Harry looked down at the beautiful, pink baby boy lying in Ginny's arms. He had Harry's startling green eyes and showed signs of the infamous Weasley hair. He reached his arms out cautiously and she placed the baby into them gently.
He held the boy carefully, looking down into the eyes that mirrored his own. The newborn's eyes looked around, taking in the world he had just entered. Harry cooed as he bounced slightly. He offered his finger to the boy, and he grasped it with his hand. Harry smiled.
"Hello, Sirius," he whispered. "I'm your daddy."
He looked over at Ginny, who was half asleep but smiling nonetheless. For the moment, everything was perfect. And it could only get better…