Author's note: Before I begin the last chapter, I would like to thank the following people for reviewing chapters 1-14 (If you review this chapter, I'll thank you personally through a PM):

Stallag, iamnumbernine, lilyshak, Miss R. E. Mulvey, MandyHarry64, and Loonaticslover13

Special thanks to:

Iamnumbernine: for the long stream of pm's that we've had since August, and for always being there for all of my stories

MandyHarry64: for, in summary, just being the best cousin ever

And finally, thanks to every whose followed this story/favorited it/added it to their 'Story Alert' list from the beginning of the story to its end.

Chapter 15: Passing on the Love

Silence filled Sirius's bedroom. The only noise that could be heard was the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall. Suddenly, there was a timid knock on the door. Harry jumped. It had been so quiet in the room that a timid knock on the door sounded like pounding.

Harry slowly got up from the bed and unlocked the door to find Albus standing outside of it.

"Why aren't you coming to dinner, Daddy?" Little Albus asked softly.

"What do you mean, Al? Dinner can't possibly be ready yet."

Albus nodded. "Mummy says you've been in there for almost an hour! She called you five times!"

Harry blinked. How could he not have heard Ginny calling him from downstairs? She must be quite annoyed by now.

"Oh…" Harry replied. He took his son by the hand and began walking towards the stairs. "We'd better go apologize to her then, and say I was so involved with my cleaning that I didn't hear her."

Albus giggled. When they were finally in the kitchen, they found Ginny, James, and Lily already seated at the table.

"Daddy!" shrieked three-year-old Lily from her highchair. Ginny wasn't as pleased to see him enter the kitchen late as her daughter was.

"Harry, what have you been doing up there?" Ginny scolded. "I've been getting worried."

Harry kissed his wife on the cheek. "Ginny, love, Voldemort's gone, and all the Death Eaters are running from me, not coming to attack. I'm pretty sure cleaning out Sirius's bedroom is a safe thing to do."

Ginny sighed. "I know. But I can't help worrying when I call for you five times and got no answer."

Harry frowned. "I'm really sorry, Gin, but I sort of got distracted."

"Distracted?" asked Ginny with a frown. "With what?"

"I found a letter." Harry answered. "It's from Sirius."

Ginny froze. Her fork was still in mid-air, ready to stab another piece of food. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed. "Where did you get that?"

"From Sirius's room. He left it in there for me to find right -"

"What's so special about a letter anyway?" James interrupted.

"Sirius is very important to Daddy, James." Ginny explained. "He's Daddy's godfather."

"Daddy has a godfather?" asked James in amazement. "Like I have Uncle Ron?"

Ginny nodded. Ron and Hermione were James's godparents. "That's right, James. Sirius died about fifteen years ago, and Daddy really misses him. That's why the letter is so special."

James nodded. Harry gave Ginny a weak smile of gratitude. Ginny smiled back and kindly changed the subject for him. "We'll talk about this later." She mouthed to Harry.

Harry nodded, and the family continued their dinner.

After a chaotic bedtime routine, all of the kids were finally in bed by nine o'clock, much later than intended. Lily was easy; she fell asleep on the couch around eight. James, however, refused to go to bed, and since Albus often copied his older brother, he wouldn't sleep either.

Once all of the kids were finally in bed, Harry lit a fire in the fireplace, and then he and Ginny curled up on the couch and covered themselves with a blanket. Harry opened Sirius's letter and began to read. Sirius was just telling them about Remus's first girlfriend when there was a loud screech, followed by long, mournful wails.

"I'll go get her." Ginny sighed and went up stairs to see why Lily had woken up.

Having three kids under the age of seven was exhausting work, but it was certainly worth it. Harry loved his kids – and Ginny, of course - more than anything else. He was glad he was still here to love, teach, guide them.

Ginny came back a few minutes later with a tearful Lily in her arms. Lily looked almost exactly and Ginny had at three, according to Molly and Arthur. She had Ginny's red hair and "She had a nightmare." Ginny explained softly.

Ginny sat down on the couch again, but almost immediately, Lily began to squirm in her arms and pointed to something on the wall.

"What is it, Lil?" asked Ginny.

"Read!" exclaimed Lily.

"Alright." Ginny sighed. She got up again and The Tale of Beedle the Bard from the shelf. She sat back down and began to read.

"NOOOO!" screamed Lily, interrupting her mother.

"What on Earth is the matter, Lily?" Ginny asked.

"Daddy read!" Lily whined.

Ginny sighed again and handed the book to Harry. Lily was definitely a daddy's girl.

Harry opened the book to the Tale of the Three Brothers and began to read. By the time the second brother was killed, Lily was fast asleep in Ginny's arms.

"Let's leave her here until we're done reading." Ginny suggested. "She's so peaceful, and besides, I like watching her sleep."

Harry smiled. "Alright, Ginny." He said and resumed reading. Around ten-thirty, they were finally finished. Harry looked at his wife and saw she had tears in her eyes.

"I'll be right back." Ginny whispered and went to put Lily to bed.

While she was gone, Harry got an idea. Although he was now safe from Voldemort, Harry knew he wouldn't be in his kids' lives forever. He wanted to give them something to remember him by. His life was even more eventful than Sirius's, so there would be plenty to write about. He also wanted to write one for Teddy, his twelve-year-old godson, who was a first year at Hogwarts this year and had been placed in Gryffindor. Harry was extremely proud of him. Harry planned to personalize each letter, and because Teddy was the oldest, he decided to write his first. Wanting to get started right away, Harry found a notebook and a quill and began to write.

Dear Teddy,

My name may be Harry Potter, but I am also known as the Boy-Who-Lived. Have I ever told you that I came close to death multiple times in my childhood? It's true. This is my story…

Fin :)

Author's note: Once again thank you for reading. In case you are interested, my past stories are:

Love Last Forever: Ron and Hermione's proposal and marriage

The Rose Without Thorns: Hermione's pregnancy with Rose

There's a place for us: oneshot about Neville and Luna.

Also, my next story is called "The Slytherin Headmistress". McGonagall needs to find a deputy headmaster or headmistress. Who does she choose, and did she make the right decision?

Thanks again!

~ TwiHarInk113