Epilogue!

Oh my God! I finished! Whoo hoo!...yeah and I'm not J.K Rowling either

YAY! ...ok on to the story

*** ***SEVERUS'S POV*** ***

**10 years later**

"Stupefy!" Cried Teddy Lupin and pointed his "wand" at Arabella. Arabella in turn shot behind a tree before the "spell" hit her.

"I got you!" Teddy called to her,

"No you didn't! I got behind the tree first. Right daddy?"

"I don't know Arabella," I said playfully and leaned against the railing on the porch, "I think Teddy got you,"

"Ahh! My own father! Now I'm unconscious," With that she dramatically fell to the ground in a heap. I laughed and rolled my eyes at them and went inside to let the two children play.

The rest of the children and adults were here, at my old home on Spinner's End. Trixie and I decided to live here after the battle.

Thanks to the wonderful Harry Potter, both of our names have been cleared, and none of us have to go to Azkaban.

I may not loath that boy any more, but I still don't particularly like him. And yet here is with his children (James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Lune) and wife, his best friend and wife and their children(Hugo and Rose), Remus and Nymphadora Lupin with their child (Teddy), and Trixie's friend Arabella and her husband and child, Lucy. Our house is full with 10 adults and 10 children.

And here I was, surrounded by people who I have either hated, despised, or not even talked to in my life, and we were all here under my roof. To top it off, I am the godfather of Potter's son, Albus, and Arabella's daughter, Lucy, and the Weasley's son, Hugo.

Ironic, actually.

I smiled at my wife, and walked in the dining room and sat next to her. She was about 3 months pregnant, and having our fourth child. Who knew I was good with children?

"Who knew that eventually Severus Snape, would be marries to a beautiful American girl, have four kids, and not have any problem having some of his childhood enemies and students over at his house?" Remus said and smirked as he drank a glass of Firewhisky.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," I said and narrowed my eyes. Remus cracked up laughing, as did everyone else (including my beloved wife) at my face.

"Your face never gets old. You know…theoretically speaking," Remus said in between laughs. I smiled at that. I may be around 48, but I honestly don't look like I'm about to turn fifty. Fifty.

"Hey everyone!" Nymphadora called silencing everyone, "Remus and I have an announcement. I'm pregnant!"

Everybody started either cheering or instantly began talking to the couple, and I took that as my time to escape again.

"Trix, I think I'm going to go outside for a while," I whispered into her ear.

"I'll come with you," She said and I helped her out of her chair.

"Mommy, Daddy, can I come too?" Darren called as he sipped some of his milk from across the table.

"Of course," I said and walked around and picked him up. He was about three.

We walked out onto the porch and sat on the swing. Trix had her head on my shoulder, and Darren fell asleep in my arms.

Eventually, Arabella stopped "dueling" with Remus's child, Teddy, and sat on the swing with us. Arabella is 7, and Teddy is 8.

Potter's child, Albus, is going into his first year, as is the Weasley's child Rose.

Eventually, Remus (Trixie decided to name my child after Remus, who I hated during school, because he helped save me (apparently) and when I tried to get out of it she snapped at me saying "I'm the one who has to give birth, I get to name the child" That was the end of the discussion. Happy wife, happy life as they say) came out and sat on Trixie's lap, and soon fell asleep. He is five.

It was a perfect moment.

Then Potter had to break it. Figures.

"Excuse me professor, but we are going to cut the cake now,"

"Alright Po—Harry," I said and stood up from the porch swing and laid Trix down before waking up the other children, "And…since I am not your Professor anymore… please call me…Severus,"

That took effort to say his first name, and then offer mine.

"Sure thing pro—Severus," He said and politely left. I had to say, I hated didn't hate the kid—I hated his bloody father.

Actually, I hated his father because he was a downright bastard, but also because he had Lily. But now I had Trixie, and I couldn't be happier. I don't love Lily as I did when I was younger; I only love her as my friend.

"Honey, wake up. We are going to cut the cake,"

"I'm up," She said as soon as I said cake. I rolled my eyes. I took Darren in on my shoulders (and he giggled happily) and Remus in my arms, and walked in with Trix and Arabella.

"Daddy, can I sit next to you?" Arabella asked with big, light brown eyes. Arabella was short for her age, she had a small nose, pale skin, and thick, curly black hair. We don't know where she got that from. Trix and I have thin straight hair, and while she got the black from me, neither of our parents have curly hair… strange.

Speaking of parents, Trix refuses to speak to them. I'm not going to push it, but eventually, she does have to see them. She wants to keep distance, because she isn't sure whether or not to trust them or not.

"Sure Arabella," I say and offer the chair next to me.

She pouts and says, "Call me Bella, daddy,"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

It was Lily Potter's birthday (Harry's son) and since their house was burned down by some crazed Death Eater, Trix offered to have the party here. Good thing she's cute…and pregnant.

"Alright everyone! Let's sing!" Albus Potter said smiling. For some strange reason, he had this odd twinkle in his eye…just like Albus Dumbledore. And they aren't even related! ...

They all started singing "Happy Birthday" and with a hard nudge and glare from my lovely wife, I started singing too.

After the chocolate cake was eaten, and our guests left, it was around 7:00. Trix sighed walked updtairs to put our rather pouty children to bed. Remus looked more like me, but without my rather large nose. He had short, thin, black hair and dark black eyes. Darren had dark brown hair, a slightly hooked nose, and light brown eyes, like his mother's.

After the children were put to bed, she came over to help.

"Honey, sit down, I got this," I soothed, kissing her cheek.

"I'm pregnant, Sev, not helpless," She rolled her eyes. I smiled and she helped me throw away the rest of the garbage.

After the garbage was thrown away, I took Trix by the hand and led her to the living room. She looked confused and I laughed.

I left her sitting on the couch to turn some slow music on. She laughed and stood up. She was only 3 months along, so she wasn't showing that much.

I knelt down on the ground and lifted her shirt up so her slightly plump belly was showing. I kissed her stomach.

She giggled sweetly and ran her small hand through my long, black hair.

"I love you, Trix," I muttered and stood up so I was towering over her.

"I know," She said playfully and tugged on my collar, "But I love you more,"

I chuckled and said, "Are you sure, sweetheart?" I put my hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.

"Yeah," She breathed into my ear and my eyes fluttered closed.

"Really? Because I beg to differ-," I was cut off by her lips on mine.

"Severus, I love you so much. But please just shut up,"

I smirked and kissed her again, and we slowly swayed to the music, hoping this moment would never end.

Now, this is when most stories end. It was a nice, thoughtful sentence, we were in a perfect position, but of course,

"Mommy? Daddy?" Came a soft voice from the bottom of the stairs.

I groaned and Trix shot be a glare and I whispered, "Only joking, love," And we went to see what was wrong.

Remus was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, and looked sick to his stomach and frightened out of his mind.

"Someone was in my room, mommy," he whispered.

HAHA! NOW I CAN WRITE A SEQUEL!