Chapter Thirty
The years flew by very quickly. The Doctor and I went over Harry's for Birthday and Christmas dinners. Harry introduced us to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, along with the rest of the Weasley family. We watched little Teddy Lupin grow up, along with Harry's own kids. According to Harry, yes, they were allowed to have four godparents (Hermione as godmother, Ron as godfather, Me as godtimetraveler, and the Doctor as godalien.)
Every once in a while, I see Harry when he thinks no one is watching. He'll take his kids to the park, and look out at the lake, and I see the sadness on his face - the PTSD Voldemort left behind. He looks sad when he thinks he's alone. But he forgot – he's never alone.
The Doctor and I came around several times a year – for everyone's birthdays (which, in the Weasley family, is a lot) and Christmas. I watched as Harry's kids grew up. I would chase after the boys, and play games with them, and I would braid Lily's hair, and tell her stories of princesses. And on each of the kids 7th birthday, we'd leave the younger ones with a babysitter, and everyone would shuffle into the Tardis. And the kid's birthday present was all of space and time. When it was Lily's turn to turn seven, it was James's first year at Hogwarts.
And we had reached 2014.