Epilogue: or "Nineteen years Lat—err... I mean Fifteen ..."

Epilogue: or "Nineteen years Lat—err... I mean Fifteen ..."

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al.) and are used without permission. This work was written purely for noncommercial

entertainment; no money is being made.

WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and

grammar.

Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and

sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-

ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!

Epilogue: Look everybody! It's an epilogue!

Nineteen Years Later...

Wait... what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don't these things happen in even amounts of years like

"two,""ten," or "twenty"? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention

and use an odd number like nineteen? "Oh, look at me; I'm such a rebel. I place my epilogue

nineteen years into the future! I'm such a trend setter."

Who am I to go against convention?

Fifteen years later...

No matter how many times Harry saw the "new" Hogwarts, the wizard's chest would puff up with

well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with

Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had

performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-

person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of

pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and

rebuilt the ancient castle.

It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not exactly. The Astronomy Tower was

significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet pleasing curve to it. And

most people described the parapet as being "crown" shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual

that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few

muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had

been featured in the original poster art for Disney's "The Little Mermaid." The thick, creeping

vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison.

Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now

fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking,

snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new

castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the

castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate – and throb – particularly the new Astronomy

Tower.

Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the

black-lace choker around his wife's neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had

donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather

fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore

deserved a"punishment" from Harry. Today, the punishment hadn't been for improper dusting, but

for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played.

Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck.

"Oh my, we don't want to lose this one," the brunette said instantly realizing what Harry's gesture

meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. "Risqu?aid" was

one of her most favorite games after-all.

As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to

class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and

Voldemort's defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year

the birth rate had shattered the previous year's record setting number. This massive and continual

spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced

thanks to Voldemort's demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason

that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were

having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of

Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy

and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) "Mona Puckle" and sixth month

pregnant(with the twins Harry and Harriet) "Perky 'The Jugs' Weatherby" with their respective

husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well

as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that

helped fight various sagging bits on both partners.

"It looks like they're going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing

student body," commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The

school's population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS.

"Maybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?" suggested Harry, wriggling his

eyebrows suggestively. "I mean it's not like we haven't invested ourselves to the castle before."

"I'll work on it tonight," she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun

when orgasms were included.

The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share

of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didn't need to work.

She did however take the position of Hogwarts' nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron

took up the position of nurse's aide for the same reasons – that and easy access to the mid-

afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just

as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry

was content to be what Muggles called a"Stay-at-Home-Dad" while Hermione, who did more than

her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the

"Chosen One" by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to

accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though

Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom.

They were so overjoyed by their Savior's accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays

where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the

House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had

made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home,

the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harry's

accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the

thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years.

Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital

Ward.

"'Lo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?" asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves

with ointments, salves and various potions.

Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonks' eldest son, pushed his

way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head.

"What's the matter, Sirius?" Luna asked.

"Erm... uh...I... er... bumped my head," he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a

horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of

mischief and mayhem.

"Did you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?" asked Luna.

"Which ones?" the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to

distract the adults in the room. "Your twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry's twins?"

Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with

this distraction, Harry asked, "So it was Hyphen then?"

"Yes, Uncle Harry," Sirius admitted. "We were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we

made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons."

"And I take it our daughter's in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?"

asked Hermione.

"Yes," he replied.

Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphen's brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind

her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when

she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving

Slytherins hell. Of course he'd never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and

their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity.

Luna gingerly pulled the boy's hand from his head and said,"Just a scratch and a mild concussion –

nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion won't fix."

Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the "miracle-boy" away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius

Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed

into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his

father. However, Sirius also inherited his mother's Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon,

Sirius did not change, much to everyone's surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after

his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability

to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a

cure for Lycanthropy based off of Sirius' unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the "miracle-

boy."

Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, "I have news," the brunette was glowing

with happiness. "Guess whose expecting again?"

"Another one?" asked Ron disbelievingly.

"You know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldn't be without

child for more than a year at a time."

After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child,

Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter – affectionately called "Hyphen" – was born a little more than nine

months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew

Hyphen wasn't late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione

announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her "delay in the truth." In

retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie – Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all.

In his defense, he had accepted his future wife's claim simply because he didn't think she could

have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the

time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-

core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed.

After along, drawn out argument, and as a form of "penance," Hermione baked Harry a pie (or

rather, she asked Dobby – their employed house-elf – to bake Harry a pie) and then performed

fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the

kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming

pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up

Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her "delay in the truth." This couldn't be

further from the truth – the couple had always intended on having a large family.

"What will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, I'm a Weasley and I don't have that many," the red head

commented.

"But you're not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didn't have so many

grandchildren from your brothers and sister, I'm certain she'd berate you daily for only having

four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a

total of eight. Even Charlie, who's gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying

to make up for your lack of children with their eleven," Hermione pointed out.

"That's only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginny's womb

each time they make love," Luna said. "They have to realize that no magical form of anti-

conception will work with them."

"Yeah, let's just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on," Harry chuckled. "Or at least

buy some Muggle-condoms."

"So, number nine, huh," Ron said, returning to his friend's happy news. "You're going to run out

of names you know."

"Well I suggested we name the baby after Snape," Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that

marred her husband's face.

"I take it that didn't go over well?" asked Luna.

"No," Harry said, flatly.

"To say the least," snorted Hermione. "After I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told

him it was ajoke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I

think it worked out rather well for me."

"Were you two were playing 'The Lady and the Pauper'or 'Snarky Schoolgirl' ?" asked Ron.

"No, it was the 'Risqu? aid' this time. In fact, the maid-choker's in her pocket right now," Harry

replied. "And just to clarify; there's no paddling in 'The Lady and the Pauper' scenario. You're

thinking of 'King Harry and the Duchess of Canterbury' 'A Long, Cold Night in January' or 'The

Babysitter's Reward.'"

"Ah, my mistake," the red-head said with a smile. "I'll try to keep them straight."

"And what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?" the blonde asked, already

knowing the answer.

"Another sound paddling," Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see

them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette's

other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions.

"Well, we'll just have to celebrate won't we?" Ron said.

"What should we celebrate? The fact that Hermione's still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are

going to have another child?" asked Luna playfully.

"We can celebrate both as far as I'm concerned," replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on

the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous.

"We've reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids," Hermione said to her

friends.

"Great, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ," said Ron.

"No, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron," Luna corrected. "Katie Bell is the owner of The

Three Broomsticks."

"That's right. I don't know why I get those two confused."

As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw;"Wow, the ten Potters and six

Weasleys, that's going to one big table."

"Ow," exclaimed Harry suddenly.

"What is it dear?" asked Hermione.

"Some damn insect just bit my scar."

The End

Ending Notes: First and foremost, I'd like to thank my beta, Sasqch for his diligent work. I'd also

like to thank Steven Moffat whose creation, "Coupling," I pilfered many of my jokes from. Thanks

to Joanne Rowling whose many contradictions, plot holes, dropped plot points, retroactive changes

in regards to previously published books, and the blatant character assassinations(of both her

creations and her fans) made "Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor" possible. More thanks go

out to Ultimate Auror and Brainy Bird who helped with numerous ideas and suggestions.

Most of all, many thanks to all who have read and reviewed. You guys rock.