The prison of Azkaban remained as desolate and cold, even for the people patrolling the hall and the morning that shone its light through the windows. Cells and cells stored criminals, each the crimes of participation and killing. Half for war, the other for changing history. When one walked by each cell, one heard the cackling of madness, the weeping of regret, the silence of resignation. The Auror had familiarized themselves with such sounds, and as they escorted one prisoner, none commented on the wail echoed through the prison.

Bill had changed much since the trial. His hair grew longer, and gray stands stood out among faded orange. His body had defined muscle since he resumed his Curse-breaker position until recently. His left arm missing, and his right arm had its ring finger removed, an accident when they opened a cursed item. His face dotted with more scars, the three claws signs had forgotten amidst its newer siblings. A burnt mark on his back, a dragon rampaged when he visited Charlie and his children. A girl stood next to him, his daughter. She had blond hair and green eyes. She leaned forward and backward. It was the first time she met her other father.

The door opened. The Auror entered the entrance with rigidity. Followed behind, always towered other and dominating despite the restraint was Bill's mate. And soon, my husband. Bill smiled and thanked the Auror. Once they removed the restraint and left them, Fenrir enveloped him, sniffed his hair and his body and the scent emanated. His mate growled and caressed him, and Bill returned the gesture. He had waited for his moment, every night alone in his bed. He removed himself after a while, and introduced his mate to their daughter.

"Victoire, this is my mate. And he's your father," Bill said. There was an awkwardness hanging in the air. Fenrir had heard about Victoire's existence, where he had found her and her adoption to the family. Victoire, in turn, had heard about Fenrir, and his crimes and brief virtues.

Victoire was the first to move. She stood before Fenrir, extended her hand and confidently said, "Hello, dad's mate." His mate chuckled, either amused by what Victoire's said or admired her courage, and responded, "Hello, my mate's daughter." They both shake their hand, grinning. Fenrir's hand enveloped Victoire's. Satisfied, Bill took his mate's hand and guided three of them to the fireplace.

When they entered Bill's home, applauds and welcomed words rang through the house. Many of Bill's closet was there. His siblings and their mates, Bill's friends former and recently, and the former Head of Gryffindor, each occupied one spot of the living room, cheered and laughed and clapped as he and Fenrir walked through them. Victoire went to the children, kissed the cheeks of Teddy Lupin.

The party went without incidents. Fenrir stayed by his side, arms wrapped around him though he said little throughout. Bill greet and talked with the guests, catching up with his friends, and ensured his brothers' troubling none. The children were shooed upstairs by Percy, the main chef of the party.

Percy's health had improved significantly, and his mood brighter. His expression was less sickening or saddening, and though still reserve and standoffish, willing to strike a conversation or two with strangers. His and Oliver's wedding was the first. Of Bill's siblings, Percy was the first to marry. Of the world, the first marriage between an Alpha and an Omega. News reported and discussed the event before and days after. Bill was gratified when Oliver took Percy's hand, the smiles encroached on their face as both looked at the other's eyes, when both wears their rings and as they kissed. The wedding was meant to be simple, with the guests comprised of their immediate family and friends. Thousand of wizards and witches came, however, and dances and songs sounded through the night.

Bill greeted Percy, and both of them entered the kitchen. Oliver sat with his daughters, both laid their heads on the table asleep. Fenrir moved himself to the window. Bowls and pans piled in the sink, yet washed. "I thought you would clean this mess while they were partying."

"I was commanded to enjoy the party," Percy responded, glanced at his husband. Oliver shrugged, grinning. "So I'll clean once everyone back to their homes."

"Your husband isn't wrong, Perce, you need to enjoy the party," Bill laughed as Percy threw a sponge at him. The girls groaned, hand fisted. "They helped around yesterday, aren't they?"

"There were excited," Percy said, smiling at his daughters. "They'd wished to meet your mate for since Lucy found out about Fenrir. So we allow them to assist us in preparing the party. Cooking and moving stuff."

"You've found two wonderful daughters, Perce. And a family you deserve more than ever."

"You're all my family, Bill," Percy criticized him. "You. Charlie, Ron, ... George. Fred, Ginny. You're all my siblings, despite how different I and you are."

"We shouldn't have made you feel like that. We should've included you, or try to understand you more. We could've try."

"And I could've as well," Percy responded, held Bill's hand. Percy's was small compared to Bill's. "But I didn't. I feel better than you're back then because mom ... Molly and Arthur. Because if they're proud of who I am, that's enough. And you and Charlie did try, many times, and I ignored it, many times. Don't blame yourself anymore."

Bill sighed, chuckled. Fenrir appeared next to him, Bill's hand in his. "I'm never going to forget about what happened, Percy."

"And I'll make you forget it. And Charlie and Ron and George. We'll until you forgive yourself," Percy stood and pulled Bill into a hug. Bill hugged back, and tears flew slowly down his cheeks and damped Percy's shirt. "Besides, enjoy the party, William." Bill chuckled, which awoke Lucy and Molly. The two girls ignored their parents the entire party, much to the confusion and amusement of the guests.

The moon rose, and the guest steadily departed. His siblings said theirs goodbye, professor McGonagall congratulated Fenrir of his releasing and Kingsley drunkenly hugged Bill. Victoire had gone to her room and warned them to silenced their room if they were to had sexual intercourse. Which they had, loudly.

When the sun had risen to its highest position, two figures remained on their bed. One with the physique admirable to those witnessed wrapped his arms around one of more slender, yet muscular, physique. The bigger one looked down at his mate, thankful for given him Bill Weasley and the chance of redemption, and kissed his mate's head. Bill Weasley smiled at his mate, content with his life.