10 years later…
"Incoming!" You looked up to see Theseus emerging from the wood near your home, laughing and carrying a boy on his shoulders. You smiled and shook your head.
"I was starting to wonder if you two got lost," you said.
"What?" Theseus said, spinning around. "The two of us…? Who else is here?" He turned back and forth, searching behind him. The boy on his shoulders exploded into a fit of giggles.
"Hey," he said, pulling gently on Theseus' hair. "I'm up here!"
Theseus looked up and feigned surprised. "Liam! When did you get up there?" He groaned and kneeled down, letting Liam hop off. "I'm getting old," Theseus said, glancing to you.
"You are," you agreed, grinning at Theseus' hurt expression. You smiled at Liam. "And what were you out doing in the forest, today?" Liam grinned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handful of green. He held his palm out to you proudly.
"I picked them for you," he said. You kneeled down and peeked at his hands.
"Stinging Nettle!" You said, surprised.
"For our Potions," he added smugly.
You smiled and gingerly took the nettles from him, frowning at the marks on his palms. "Liam..." you admonished. He grimaced.
"I know," he said quickly, "but they don't hurt, really. Honest, mom!"
You sighed, reaching for your wand. "Between you and your father, I should just quit my job and become a Healer." You waved your wand over his palms, murmuring a healing charm until the marks faded away. Liam looked up at you in awe.
"Can you teach me that?" He asked.
"Someday," you said, smiling. "When you start at Hogwarts." Liam groaned.
"But I don't go for another…" He held up his hand, counting on his fingers. "Four years!"
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. "I know… it's hard being seven." You ruffled his brown hair as he huffed.
"He takes after you, you know," Theseus said smiling. "Impatient."
"I don't know what you're talking about," you sniffed. Liam turned with a pout and headed back into the house. You watched after him for a moment, smiling.
"You've heard, haven't you?" Theseus said, and you turned to face him.
"The rumors are true, then?" You asked. "Dumbledore has agreed to face Grindelwald?"
Theseus nodded. "As soon as we find him," he said.
"Well," you sighed, "we better find him soon, then." Theseus grunted in agreement.
"Mom!" You turned your head to see Liam running back towards you. You raised a brow at him.
"What did you do now?" You asked him.
"Nothing yet, I don't think," he said. He stopped to think for a moment.
"Liam," you prompted, smiling softly.
"Right," he said quickly. "Dad said I can go with him tomorrow to see the Welsh Dragons he's working with, if you say it's ok!" He looked up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, mom? I promise I won't get hurt this time!"
"Well, I promise I won't let him get hurt this time." You turned to see Newt walking towards you.
"You know it's pointless trying to prevent your son from injury," you said, smirking.
Newt smiled. "Why is he always my son in these cases?"
"Mommmm," Liam said.
"Oh, of course you can go," you said. "Someone needs to be there to look after your father." Liam grinned.
"Dad said you'd say that."
"What else did he say?" You asked, giving Newt an amused look. Liam drew himself up taller and stuck his chest out.
"That, if I want someday, I can be an Auror just like you." You melted.
"I know you're just saying that to butter me up," you said, "and yet, I don't care. It worked." Liam smiled, turning and running to Theseus.
"Come on, uncle, I'll show you all my dragon miniatures. Did you know the Common Welsh Dragon grows to be eighteen feet on average?"
"You don't say?" Theseus said, letting Liam lead him by the hand into the house.
You shook your head, turning to Newt.
"He truly is your son," you said, grinning. "How is she?" You asked, gazing at the little girl sleeping in his arms.
"She finally fell asleep after I started reading to her," he said softly. You both watched her for a moment.
"She has your mouth," you said, looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed you.
"You think she'll like traveling with us?" He asked, placing his lips to your forehead.
"Of course," you said without hesitation. "She's a Scamander, after all."
He smiled, looking down at her as she crinkled her nose in her sleep. "What will you grow up to be, little one?" He whispered, letting her tiny hand curl around his finger.
"I hope as happy as we are, but perhaps without all the mistakes and injuries," you joked.
"What's that you said," Newt smiled, looking at you, "about her being a Scamander? I'm pretty sure she'll have her share."
You laughed and kissed his cheek, smiling as he gave you a lopsided grin. "It's pretty magical, isn't it?"
"What?" Newt asked you.
"Everything we've built," you said. Newt's eyes softened, and he reached up with a free hand to cup your face.
"Yes," he said. "It is."