Author's Note: I am delivering this sooner than originally planned mainly just because I couldn't wait! And cause I feel like ya'll deserve it especially since I took FOREVER with its completion. I just want to say thank you to those that stuck around through 'Blood of Merlin' and also for this sequel. It was fun, enjoyable, and semi-stressful write but I pushed through. I'm surprised that I even manged to get this far let alone had some to read it. Anyways, hope you enjoy this final update and keep an eye out for future stories. Peace out and lots of love to you all! =)
Disclaimer (Repeat): I don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe, just the sequel/OC I came up with.
Epilogue…
3rd Person POV
"We did it! We bashed them, wee Potter's the one! We did it! We smashed them, wee Pendragon's the one! And Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!" Peeves cheered as he floated around the Great Hall. A joyous victory celebration erupted in the Great Hall as Harry Potter and Emma Pendragon entered the room. The crowd parted as they received hugs and pats from students and adults alike.
There were stopped for hugs, praises, and pats as they walked on. They both spotted familiar faces and Emma was saddened that she couldn't spot a certain Slytherin blonde. Shrugging it off, Emma also noticed that various couples embraced each other and many other people were chatting wildly around the room. However, on one side of the room, the chatter was at a minimum.
The dead from the battle lined against the wall and many of the Great Hall's occupants were mourning them. Molly still lingered with Percy along with Arthur and the twin Weasleys. Both Padma and Parvati cried over the dead Lavender Brown while Dennis Creevey kneeled beside his big brother. From what he told her, Colin sacrificed himself to save Dennis in an earlier duel.
Tremendous sorrow was hanging in the air for all those killed in battle and for that reason, Emma and Harry's moods were more somber that joyful. They walked hand in hand, towards where Ron and Hermione stood, whispering and smiling with the other. Looking up, Ron and Hermione moved to meet them halfway in a group hug.
"It's finally over…" Hermione cried.
"Yeah and we're free," Emma replied, pulling from the hug first.
"Not completely," Harry stated only to receive puzzled looks in response. He jerked his head to the side, urging them to continue.
Craving solitude and some quiet from the noise of the Great Hall, Harry along with Emma slipped away with Ron and Hermione. As they walked, Harry and Emma were able to further explain what all transpired out in the courtyard. Neither said anything while they talked and expressions were neutral during the exchange only nodding.
"Well bloody hell…" Ron said after a few moments then he smiled wide. "You are seriously lucky ya know? I mean, the Elder Wand? That's so brilliant!"
"And he's not keeping it right Harry? Emma?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry.
"Actually…" Harry began only to get a groan in response from Hermione. Emma on the other hand was giggling thinking that some things would never change.
Still walking with no particular destination in mind, they ended up in a familiar corridor standing before an even more familiar gargoyle…well, part of one. Taking turns, they each stepped onto the platform, and were shocked by movement as they moved up towards the Headmaster's chamber. Upon entering the room, each of the portraits greeted them with roaring applause.
"Good show you four!"
"Magnificent!"
"Very well done!"
"Brightest wizards and witches did I ever see in this generation!"
"And all from Gryffindor house too!"
"Ah! But let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part in all this! Let our contribution not be forgotten!" One of them shouted from near the window. The person in the portrait had dark eyes and equally dark hair with an eccentric looking green and silver headdress.
"Severus proved himself in the end as did Regulas Black," Harry stated firmly.
"Both Severurs and Draco saved my life and the lives of my children; I'll be forever grateful," Emma said to the portrait.
"Among a few others and they won't be forgotten," Hermione offered. When Ron didn't say anything, she bumped him.
With a sigh and eye roll, Ron spoke up as well, "not all Slytherins are slimy gits, happy?"
"Oh Ronald…" she said as she brought a hand to her forehead. Pulling away from the pair, Harry and Emma moved behind the desk to a relatively new portrait. Emma was breathing deeply, partially due to a pain in her side, only brushing it off as to nerves since she was now standing before her late godfather's portrait.
The person in question smiled down at the pair with tears in his eyes. Some were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard and even in the portrait, his eyes still held a slight twinkle.
"Hello Harry and hello Emma, how nice to see you both have made it," he spoke softly. Emma smiled up at him with tears of her own.
"Hello Albus, it's good to be here," she sniffled. "I've missed you so Albus…"
"I'm with you always my dear, don't forget that," Albus winked. She laughed even though it hurt.
"Still the same even in death," Emma replied, now rubbing her side.
"I've something to tell you sir…" Harry began after a beat. "I'm the master of the Deathly Hallows, but…" he paused.
"You do not wish to have the power." Albus finished and Harry nodded.
"I do not sir. I dropped the Resurrection Stone in the Forbidden Forest and I fully intend on leaving it there. I plan on keeping the Invisibility Cloak, maybe pass it along to my son…" Harry stated, looking over at Emma who undid the charm on her stomach.
"Or daughter," she piped in making Harry smile in response.
"As for the Elder Wand, it should be buried with you, where it truly belonged," Harry finished.
"Seriously?!" Ron yelled from behind him. Hermione sighed and pulled him out of the room. "I mean seriously though!" They heard him shout again, but only faintly allowing Harry to continue.
"I'm hoping when I eventually pass, the power from the wand will one day die out as well…" he stated, pulling it out, and looking it over. "But, I will do this first," he said before performing a quick spell to repair his broken one. "Ah, that's better…this wand is more familiar to me, more attuned," Harry smiled.
"Very well Harry, a wise choice." Albus nodded in approval. Emma nodded as well, having remained quiet during the exchange. Her breathing increased and she winced every few moments, hoping it wasn't noticeable all the while hoping that what was happening was what she believed…it was too soon to happen.
"I've had enough trouble for a lifetime," Harry stated. Unable to hold it in anymore, Emma let out a disgruntled scream, ceasing all conversation around her. Harry moved to kneel before her, searching her face. Beads of sweat were already dotting her forehead and she was breathing nasally.
"I think we have more trouble coming our way Harry…" she stated, "or should I say double the trouble."
Current Location: St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, 6th Floor, Magical Maternities and (or) Deliveries.
Room Number: 6056
Patient Name: Emma Vivian Pendragon (Potter)
Reason/Occasion: The Birth of Potter twins, one boy (Albus James Potter) and one girl (Lily Ginerva Potter)
Time of Birth(s): 2300 hours
Assigned Doctor/Nurse: Miriam McKullen
Pushing the door open as quietly as possible, Harry Potter walked into the dimly lit room. All was still as he moved to one side of the bed then sat on the edge as softly as possible. The person on the bed, currently resting, was none other than the love of his life, Emma Pendragon who just became a mother not 2 hours ago.
Actually, not only just that, he was hoping that when she awoke and spoke with him, she could be something more: his wife. Yes they were too young, but he loved her and it was that love that saved them and the rest of the world; also, the love they shared created life, two lives to be specific.
Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice Emma was waking. She stretched her muscles and squirmed around, brushing against his side. Eyes fully open, she looked over at Harry with glazed eyes, and a loopy smile.
"Hey beautiful," Harry said first and she blushed. He smirked, glad he still had that effect on her…or it could've been the potions in her system.
"Hey back," she replied sleepily. "How long was I out? Did I miss them?"
"You passed out afterwards, not before you named them." He smiled and she did the same.
"Like my choices? I just knew if that makes any sense?" She said and he nodded. "Ever since I saw them in my dream, I had a feeling-"
"That that's who they were…yeah, I felt the same when I had that dream," he finished.
Emma grinned, "its funny how some things work out,"
"Yeah…" he drifted off, absentmindedly patting a small object in his pocket. While she rested, Harry made the split decision to go to his vault and retrieve a ring that once belonged to his mother. He consulted with Arthur Weasley beforehand and even thought he believed them too young, he figured since they both saved the world from darkness and was now a father, Arthur believed they loved each other enough to move forward. Lost in thought once more, he didn't catch Emma's words.
"Harry?" She asked now sitting up so she was closer to him. "Is something wrong?"
'It was now or never' he thought as he moved to a kneeling position on the bed, nearly eye level with Emma.
"Emma, I love you more than anything in the world. I consider you not only as my lover, but a best friend, and even though it's early, I'm glad to have started a family with you. I can't see myself with anybody else at my side but you and only you…uhm, and our children with us too, of course.
I'm sorry I couldn't have been with you during your pregnancy…things would've been so different and turned out so much better. And I hope you can forgive me for it," Harry rushed out, pausing only to remove the small box from his pocket.
Emma was at a loss for words and was tearing up over his declaration, but once she saw the box, they all but rushed out of her. "Oh Harry…"
Opening the box and sitting on the center was a golden ring. Red rubies were embedded in and around the band, but in the center was a square cut diamond that shined bright. Harry pulled the ring out and held it between his thumb and index finger, contemplating his next words knowing that there was no turning back.
"Emma Vivian Pendragon, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He asked, his eyes searching hers.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, just a gurgling noise. And she inwardly kicked herself, thinking about how she did this before when Harry had her tongue tied. And looking at his face, he realized the same. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Would it make you feel better if I rubbed your leg love?" He asked and Emma's mouth, still open, widened slightly into a grin. Laughter bubbled up in her chest and she couldn't stop it as she erupted into loud giggling fits. Harry soon joined in and they laughed long and hard just because. They laughed for all the missed moments, old ones, and others that have yet come to past.
It was times like that she loved the most and looking at Harry, she felt the same. Emma always knew that she would end up with Harry and felt the warmth seep into her chest at his proposal. They were young and their relationship was a bit unorthodox, but she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
"Yes Harry, of course I'll marry you!" she replied happily. Harry's lips split into large smile as he slid the ring onto her left ring finger. He kissed her deeply and she pulled him close despite how small the hospital bed was.
Pulling away to breathe, Harry gazed down at his flushing bride to be. "But, I have one condition."
She looked confused but opened her mouth to answer. "And that would be?"
Harry smirked and gave her a quick peck, "you still owe me a dance."
THE END