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A/N: This is the conclusion of this tale, and I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Thank you for all the compliments and critiques. In the coming days, I will be posting an epilogue that is sheerly for my own enjoyment, but this chapter will stand as the final chapter in this book.

Hermione's revelation confused some of the people in the room. "But, obliviate can be reversed, at least to an extent," Prentice said, and Kirsten and Pansy nodded.

Harry shook his head. "Not always. It depends on the strength of the wizard or witch casting it. In Hermione's case, she cast it on her parents to prevent them from being hurt by Riddle during the last year of the war. She didn't want them to have any link to her, so that he couldn't torture them and find her." He put his hand on Hermione's shoulder. "One thing I learned in school, teaching the other students in the DA, was that the intent behind a spell can affect how strongly it's cast. The torture curse, for example. As the late Bellatrix said, 'You have to MEAN it', or it doesn't work. Hermione's fear for her parents was so great that she didn't just erase their memories of her. She erased her existence from their lives completely. We tried, after the battle, to bring them back, but nothing could be done. They were in St. Mungo's for a while, but nobody could bring back any memories."

He leaned over and looked at what Hermione had her finger on. "That...that very well might work, 'Mione. But you have to be the one to cast it. You and Ron should go try that tomorrow."

The rest of the group took a greater interest in the books and knick-knacks around the room, and spent a very pleasant evening. After everyone but the newlyweds had left for their own homes, Harry took Pansy in his arms and kissed her. "I can't believe we're going to have a child." He looked down to her, his eyes shining. He'd been smiling almost the entire day since she had told him the news.

She looked back up at him, eyes bright, and returned his broad smile. "I know, but we are, and I don't think I could be any happier than I am, here, in this moment." Her smile turned wicked. "At least until after I have the baby, and I've gotten over the temporary hatred of you that the birth will cause. Oh yes," she said as his eyes widened, "I was there when Astoria had Scorpius, and if she'd had a wand Draco would be missing appendages." She reached up and touched Harry's cheek. "But, don't get me wrong. You will be in that delivery room with me, holding my hand and my shoulders, and I will hate you so very much for a short time, and you'll love every moment of it." He just shook his head.

"Maybe I need to find a spell for childbirth…" he trailed off as he made to pull away from her.

"Oh no you don't, mister," Pansy said, pulling at his wrist. "First, you need to make proper love with your wife in your new home."

He followed her willingly. "Yes, Mrs. Potter. That I can do."

As the months went by, the couple settled into a routine. Every Saturday afternoon the entire family, all three branches, came together for a visit and dinner. The adults played games with the kids, and games with the adults, and the many books were perused. Hermione found a series of books in the library about the other wizarding schools in the world. "There are 11 major ones, you see," she explained to Pansy as she was looking through them. "I wonder if there's anything on the smaller schools, and if anyone is working on bringing the schools back into communication now that the war is over."

Pansy lay on the sofa in the sitting area of the library, her belly swollen now as she neared her due date. "Probably not. Over the last twenty-five years, isolation became the rule, not the exception. I think Quidditch is the only place you can find people from any of the other schools, save the disastrous Tri-Wizard Tournament. Which I heard will not be happening again." She shuddered. "That was insane. I didn't even like Harry then, and I was scared he'd be killed."

Hermione looked over at her. "That was probably your soul bond showing its awakening." She paused, lost in thought for a moment. "Speaking of that...when you give birth, it should be interesting. I need to find that book...you and Harry may need to be better prepared, if you share that moment."

She dashed off suddenly, headed for the great room.

Pansy looked at the door as Hermione ran out it, and grunted. "Great. Leave me here like a great old cow," she muttered to herself as she started the laborious process of levering herself up off the couch. As she twisted and turned to find leverage, she found strong arms around her shoulders and then she was lifted from the couch and set gently on the floor. Harry's loving gaze found hers, and he smiled.

"Felt some surprise from you and was headed this way already," he said to her unspoken question. They'd gotten more used to anticipating each other over the time since they'd been married, but sometimes she was still taken aback at how intuitive he was with her. "Is something wrong, love?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure. 'Mione said something about the soul bond and the baby's birth and then took off out of here in search of a book. Said we need to be prepared." She smirked. "I wonder if she thinks you're going to feel the birth too?"

"That's exactly what I think," Hermione said, re-entering the room. She looked up from her book to see Harry standing next to Pansy, one arm protective and caring around her shoulders, the other hand carefully resting on her swollen belly. Pansy mirrored his stance. "Harry, how often do you stand next to Pansy like that?"

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

Hermione gestured at his hand, "With one arm around her and one hand over the baby."

Harry and Pansy both looked down at where their hands were on her belly. He shrugged. "I'm not sure? I didn't even realize I was doing it."

Pansy looked thoughtful. "You do it all the time, actually, now that I think about it. Anytime you're next to me, your hand is next to mine on my belly." She looked over at Hermione, who was grinning, her eyes unfocused. "What, Hermione?"

Hermione just shook her head and laughed. "Oh, you two are going to be great parents. Your bond is expanding to include your child. If you could see your auras right now...wait." She blinked, her eyes coming back into focus. "Pansy, do twins run in your family?"

Pansy's eyes widened as she realized what Hermione was saying, and opened her mouth. "DAD! MUM!" she yelled, pulling from Harry's grasp as she went to find her parents.

Harry and Hermione followed her out to where Kirsten was playing the piano in the great room, and Prentice was playing Gobstones with Victoire and Teddy. Her parents looked up as she entered. "What's wrong, dear?" Kirsten asked.

"Mum, do twins run in the family?" Pansy asked, bluntly, now aware of Harry's motions as he walked up next to her and put his arm and hand around her.

Kirsten blinked and looked over at Prentice. "Not in my family, but I believe your father's grandfather had a twin, didn't he love?"

Prentice nodded at them. "They're not all that common, but it has happened a few times. Why do you ask? Oh!" he said as he suddenly realized. He stood up and walked over to her. "You're having twins?"

Hermione chuckled behind them. "Look at their auras, Mr. Parkinson."

The older man did so, and his eyes widened. "You are carrying two, indeed!" He embraced Harry and Pansy, and turned to Kirsten. "Looks like we'll be needing to buy baby things all over again, love."

Pansy started to object but her mother raised a hand. "We told you before. We know you don't need the help but we have to spoil those children like two sets of grandparents so you'll just need to get over it." She smiled at them.

Pansy muttered, shaking her head, and Harry just laughed. He held his wife closely and kissed the top of her head. "I think we can handle that, mum," he said. He turned his head to Hermione. "Now, about that sharing the birth thing…"

The private room at St. Mungo's echoed with Pansy's cries, and Harry's simultaneous gasps. Hermione had been right, they were indeed sharing the birth. Harry found it a very strange sensation but not entirely unpleasant. For Pansy's part, she hoped that he was feeling the pain as much as she was, although it did not seem to be as bad as Astoria's had been. "I...think...sharing...the pain…." she gasped, in between spasms, "...lessened...it...some."

Harry's hand clutched hers and his breathing matched hers. "I hope...that's true…another one?" he said as she had another contraction and the mediwitch between her raised knees looked up.

"I need you to give me a big push now, Pansy. I can see the head and your baby is ready to join the rest of us. One...two...three...PUSH!"

Pansy cried out as she bore down, and pushed with all she had. The wailing cries of the baby filled the room a moment later and she sagged back on the bed.

"It's a girl," the mediwitch said brightly, as she wrapped a blanket around the small child and handed her to another to be cleaned and swaddled. "And her sibling is not to be denied, here comes the other one. Deep breaths, Pansy. Ready, and, one...two...three...PUSH!"

Pansy sucked air in and bore down again, Harry's encouragements in her ear. With another deep breath she pushed again.

"And this one is a boy," the woman said, wrapping and handing him to a second healer.

Harry sat in the chair next to the bed where Pansy lay. He was holding their daughter carefully up against him, while Pansy held their son. Slowly the door opened, and Prentice and Kirsten entered. Pansy looked up at her parents and smiled tiredly. "Hey mum, dad."

Harry looked up and smiled at them as well. "I think she means Nan and Grandad, properly. Come meet your grandchildren." He looked over at his wife. "Meet James Sirius Potter." He looked down at the beautiful perfect girl in his arms, and continued. "And Lilith Luna Potter."

Prentice and Kirsten oohed and ahhed over the babies. "They're perfect in every way," he said, leaning over to kiss his daughter's forehead.

Kirsten gave Harry a warm hug and kiss on the cheek and then took Prentice's hand. "We know you both need some rest, we just have to give the rest of the family a report on the babies. Everyone wants to meet them, but we convinced them to wait until tomorrow at the earliest.

Pansy smiled up at her mother. "I'm sure that will be fine. Can you send the healer in when you go out? I want to get these two settled in their cribs before Harry and I pass out holding them." Kirsten nodded, and they said their goodbyes and walked through the door. A moment later two young healers came in, one with blankets and one with two glasses. She set the glasses on the table by the bed, while the young man handed a blanket to Harry and one to Pansy.

"Drink up, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, you need to replenish your strength. We'll get the babes settled down for the night. Mr. Potter, I need to inform you that bed is not built for two and it will resist transfiguration, but your chair will unfold into a passable bed if you insist on staying and I'm sure you will," the male healer said, as he took the baby girl from Harry's arms.

"I understand," Harry said, and reached for the potion nearest him. At the healer's nod, he took it, and Pansy followed suit. "Goodnight, my babies," Harry whispered and smiled at Pansy. "All of my loves."

A few days later, a much restored Pansy and Harry carried their children into their home and took them into the nursery. Ron and Hermione followed with the tower of gifts that had collected since the twins' births, setting the gifts and luggage down in a corner of the room. Hermione took James from Harry's arms as he helped Pansy settle Lily down for a nap, and then handed him over to Pansy. Pansy put him own into his crib and watched over the tiny body carefully.

Harry said softly, "Winky?"

The house elf entered the room. "Yes, Master?"

Harry sighed, he'd never be able to get her to call him anything else. "Winky, meet our son and daughter, James and Lily. You've taken care of babies before, haven't you?"

Winky nodded up at Harry. "Yes, Master, Winky has watched over many babies of wizards."

"Good then. These two are your charges, then, especially if Pansy or I am not in the room. If they cry or need us, please come get us immediately. They should sleep for a while, now, just keep watch over them," Harry instructed her.

Winky nodded. "Winky will watch Master's children extra carefully."

Harry took Pansy's hand and walked from the nursery with her, Hermione and Ron following them. They walked downstairs to the library. Pansy and Hermione sat down on the couch, and Harry walked over to the bar and poured two drinks. He handed one to Ron and poured glasses of water for the girls. He sat down on Pansy's other side and she immediately snuggled tiredly into his side. Ron sat down in a chair where he could reach Hermione's hand and the foursome sat there quietly, drinking their beverages, for several moments.

Hermione broke the silence. "So what was it like? Ron was out of the country when Rose made her surprise entrance and he wasn't able to make it back in time."

Pansy pulled Harry's arm around her as she replied. "It was quite interesting...I was there when Astoria had Scorpius and she seemed to be in a great deal more pain than I was feeling. I think Harry sharing it actually lessened it overall, rather than him just feeling the pain I felt."

Harry nodded. "That's what I think too. I could feel her pain, and I felt her pushing, but it felt...supportive and helpful? Like the bond between us was trying to equalize it between us, letting me buffer what she could handle."

His wife nodded. "That's exactly what I was thinking, love."

Hermione squeezed Ron's hand and closed her eyes. "Good. Ronald Bilius Weasley, you are not allowed to be away from me when I give birth this time, because your family's predisposition towards twins is well known and I have a feeling it's going to continue."

Harry and Pansy laughed at the look on Ron's face, and Hermione joined in. Ron gradually went from shocked to embarrassed and laughed along with them. "Bloody hell," he said, shaking his head.

Hermione had, indeed, given birth to twins this time. For at least a temporary time, Ron and Hermione had moved into one wing of the Potter Manor so that Winky could watch all four babies. Pansy had recovered from giving birth, and went back to work part time at her boutique. Harry met with Prentice on a weekly basis to go over the family investments and properties, noting with great amusement that his family now owned every building on Knockturn Alley. He looked up at his father-in-law and smiled.

"These properties.." he indicated with his finger, "are long, long overdue for inspections, I would think."

Prentice laughed. "I'd say they are indeed. And rent for these buildings is not at the standard of other buildings in the same area."

Harry nodded, eyes bright. "Follow the inspection reports up with that information. Make sure there's at least one Auror on the inspection teams as well, I think. If the shops protest, show them the new rental agreements we drew up."

He heard a coo and turned to see Pansy walking in with their children on her hips. He walked quickly over and took Lilly from her, kissing his daughter's tiny forehead and whispering loving words to her. He leaned over to kiss Pansy on the top of her head and then turned back to Prentice, who was already reaching out for James.

Harry took a moment to consider his life. Almost five years ago he had left the world of magic, convinced that he had no chance at a happy life. He now had a beautiful, loving wife, two beautiful children, and an extended family that he didn't think he could be closer to if they had been blood related.

Turns out, he thought to himself, there truly is a chance for everyone to be happy.

Fin