Rolf rolled over on his side and slowly opened his eyes. Beside him on the pillows lay his wife, peaceful face framed by a halo of darkening blonde hair. He sighed contentedly. What a hell of a run this world cup had been!
That opening debacle had taken almost the rest of the cup to straighten out, leaving little time in England with Luna and the twins. Leaving them so soon after the boys had been born was the hardest thing he had ever done. The leaving had been made much easier knowing how well loved and taken care of his little family was.
Rolf had never lived in one place long enough to call it home, plus the fact that his folks had chosen to teach him and not send him to Hogwarts, he had always felt alone and never as if he fit with other people. Then Luna had wandered in to his life. Lithe, blonde and with the appearance of vapidity he had, at first, dismissed the much younger woman as not his type. But years of working side by side had shown him how wrong his first impressions were. Far from vapid, Luna possessed a quick and alert mind, quickly becoming the research assistants his Grandfather relied on. Eventually Rolf came to rely on her as well, not only in all things magizoological, but in matters of the heart as well.
Little did he know that when Luna had welcomed him in to her heart he had gained such a large family. What she and her school mates had went through during the last war had forged a family no amount of adversity could break. Right now, back in England, their two boys were being looked after by a bit of that family. Molly Weasley, Luna's dad and Hermione's mum were running a bit of a nursery for the smallest members of the family. All well ensconced in the Burrow and the Lovegood house. Luna had portkeyed over with Arthur, Harry and Ginny just two days ago and suddenly his world cup had gotten so much better!
Hannah Longbottom hit the save button then closed the laptop. That was the last of the lists off to the suppliers. In minutes Neville would be there and they would have days of quidditch frenzy to enjoy. The pub was in good hands, she had a fantastic assistant manager and a good staff, all would be well. In just a few minutes Neville would be here and off they were to the desert for some quidditch frenzy. She intended to check out the bar and food options being offered this world cup. There might be some things that would benefit the Leaky or the Hogs head. Yup she had done it, when Ambelforth had listed his bar in Hogsmede she had decided to take the chance and buy it. There had also been a town house next door for sale and the lot had been purchased for a reasonable price. They had plans, much like what she had done with the Leaky and the building next to it, she wanted to turn the Hog's head in to a cleaner, brighter pub that both the adults and the students from Hogwarts could enjoy.
Neville was well and firmly ensconced as Herbology professor at Hogwarts and she wanted him not to have that long commute home. With a dedicated floo connection between the two pubs she could easily keep an eye on both. The house had been beautiful once and would soon be again. Neville was besotted with the garden and it's potential, he and Fleur had their heads together over the plans most sunday dinners at the Weasley's. What the family knew, but the greater world did not, was that they needed the larger living space. Hannah's hand softly stroked her growing baby bump. Getting pregnant had not been easy, months of treatments at St. Mungos had helped with this miracle they were now experiencing. The potions, the shots then the final indignity of having her eggs harvested and their babies being conceived outside her body in a lab, but it was worth it. She was far enough along now that she could feel them kick and move. Right now it was a light as a feather running over your arm or the butterfly kisses that her mum used to do on Hannah's cheeks with her long beautiful eyelashes. Yes a nursery for two was being built in their new home, and the added advantage was they were just a short walk away from Molly and Arthur's cute little cottage. Arthur was retired and had become the preferred babysitter of the DA's children, Molly ran the WWW in Hogsmede for Ron and George, the shrieking shack had been torn down and the older Weasleys had a built Love cottage there. The name suited the place well.
Neville doubled checked all the arraignments, he had been hesitant at first when Hannah announced she wanted to attend the cup final. The struggles they had been through to have children had made him afraid of losing this happiness bubbling inside of him. It had taken Ron sitting him down and explaining, as only someone who had been through similar things could, that treating Hannah like a fragile piece of art was not the thing to do. But they were not going to port key all the way there in one go and the healers said all was well. The first leg was to meet across the ocean to New York, a night at a Hotel there, down to Florida, three nights there and then two more hops to the cup encampment. Coming home they were attending two conferences and would not be back for a month.
Luna sat smiling, soaking in the scene around her. Almost all of her heart family was here and they were sharing stories around the camp fire. Her god-daughter Lily was asleep on her lap, wrapped in the soft work cloak Luna preferred when she was out on the hunt for new magical animals. She missed the twins but as little as they were it was better they were her da and Molly. It was not like she could not get a good snuggle in, there was certainly enough of the older children here. Albus and James had been bubbling with excitement all evening and had just fallen asleep on their parent's laps. Tomorrow they were meeting Viktor with Harry. Those boys were quidditch mad, she supposed Lorcan and Lysander might be someday, you could never really tell...
Maybe her boys would turn out more like Hermione...look at her right now, Rose curled in her lap, the book she had been reading forgotten beside her as she listen to Ginny describe what it was like to work with Rita Skeeter.
Or maybe like George, he wasn't so lost anymore now that he had little Freddy and Roxanne. Angelina had loved the sadness right out of him. Luna was glad. Ron had helped too. He and George were so close now, funny too, not mean funny, that was important she thought.
A sound caught her attention, ooo Teddy and Victoire aught to be careful, snogging so close to the girl's father could be an invitation for unpleasant altercations.
Neville snuggled closer to his wife, the fire burned happily, knocking back the nighttime chill of the desert. Seen in the flickering light were his nearest and dearest, minus Gran and Molly of course. But most everybody else were there. A family forged from adversity and maintained by love. A small thump transmitted through Hanna's stomach to the hand he had resting lightly on her abdomen, his eyes filled with tears of happiness...the family was growing.