THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 39:Epilogue

14 years later...
Draco

"I just don't understand why they can't stay the entire summer break!"

"Because my wife happens to miss them when they're gone for long periods of time. How many times do I have to explain myself?" I say wholly and overwhelming exasperated with this entire conversation.

My father has the nerve to look at me as if I'm the one who's lost their marbles. I don't even have the mental capacity to process the fact that my daughter Lucinda, aka more commonly known as my father's sidekick, has her hip popped right behind him. Same incredulous look as her Grandpap adorning her little 7 year old face.

We likely inadvertently asked for this when we creatively named her after him. Doesn't change the fact that this is the exact conversation we have every year at the end of term.

"Think of it logically son. They're here nearly every other day to shift, why not just move in for a while-"

"Dad. Hermione will chop my wings into tiny pieces if I agreed to that."

To say I was relieved when my dragon slowly re-awoke inside me would be an understatement. Sadly I'm still not able to fully shift into my dragon's form, but I can still muster up the ability to change into the half one.

You're welcome. Also if these little beasties wish to empty our nest, we could always make many and many more, my dragon says internally.

Fucking hell mate. She will fry my balls off my body if I knock her up one more time.

I'm not joking either. After 4 kids, two of them being twins, she would slice my nuts with a smile if I impregnated her again.

Our parents would be over the moon if we had another child. In fact I'm sure they would toast to my necessary  sacrifice at my funeral.

"I'm going home. Luce are you coming with or staying here and hanging with Grandpap?"

"Staying. Love you bye." And then she's gone. Abandoning her father. Skipping away as she does it.
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Hermione

"Mummy, can I have a snack?" My youngest, Archer sweetly asks.

He's the only one of my children that has my hair color. All of them have curls thanks to the both of us.

Reaching down, I run my hand through Archer's hair. When did my 5 year old get so big?

"No my darling, Velpa will have dinner ready soon. She'd be so sad if you ruined your appetite. We don't want her to get upset do you?"

Archer loves Velpa so much, and the house elf dotes on him slightly more than the others as well. Likely due to how special he goes out of his little way to make her feel.

"Luce has written us off again. Set aside for Grandpap," Draco says coming from behind and wrapping his arms firmly around my middle.

"No surprise there. What about Callum?"

"I think we both know that he follows his twin sister. Notorious for following her lead, letting her make the decisions if you will."

I nod, still focused on finishing up my cup of tea, and now making Draco one since he's home.

"And our oldest?" I ask, suspecting I know the answer to this as well.

"Following Sirius around the burrow," Draco says barely holding back a snarl.

Its obvious to us all that Aria is in puppy love with Sirius. Sirius is a bit less obvious, but definitely feels the same, they've also been inseparable since the moment they met. Being a month apart and the only children in our friend circle for 4 years (Pans and Theo had a bit of trouble) only solidified their bond further.

I bet they are nearly intolerable at Hogwarts. It came as no surprise when my brave first born and wild man Sirius were sorted into Gryffindor. Draco swore she'd end up in Ravenclaw. With how much she loves to read and absorb knowledge, I was inclined to side with him. But Gryffindor it was.

I have a feeling that my only other child to be sorted into that house will be my baby Archer. If Lucinda and Callum aren't placed in Slytherin, then that old hat needs retiring.

"So who all is joining us for dinner my love?"

"My parents, grands, Harry, Gin, Sirius, Aria, Archer, Pans, Theo, their terror twins.. oh and Hannah and Neville!"

"Ah the usual crowd," Draco replies.

I chuckle because he's right. We have a full house nearly every day and night. Filled with the laughter, and love of our friends and family. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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10 years after that..

Draco

I'm not crying.

I'm not.

Ok I am. You would to if you were about to walk your first born down the isle. If you were going to hand her off to another bloke to have and hold and all that.

We could kill him?

Nah. We'd best not, she does actually love him.

I nearly fall to my knees when Aria comes around the corner in her dress.

Hermione describes it as a sleeveless, streamlined white dress, with a classic looking lace overlay that fits Aria nicely at the hips and flares out around her thighs with a small slit. It has a heart shaped neckline with a sheer white panel up the neck with lace flowers on sheer sleeves.

When I look at her all I see is my baby, who's now looking far to grown in her wedding dress. Her blonde hair, has been left half up in a bun, and down with long soft curls that nearly reach her waist. Make up is simple, she's like her mum in not needing much.

The music starts behind the doors and Aria wraps her arm around my bicep, before the doors open I lean over and kiss her temple whispering how much I love her. How proud I am of her, how lovely she looks, how I know she's not little anymore but she'll always be my little girl.

I can still remember exactly how she felt, the exact weight of her in the hands, or on my chest. The one that made me officially a father.

Thankfully the doors open, saving me from becoming an actually blubbering mess. Hermione is at the front in the chair closest to the isle clutched our youngest to her side. Because if you guessed I talked my wife into one more child, you'd be correct. Our baby is now 6 but she's brought so much more love and joy to our home, and lives.

Before I know it I'm standing at the end of the isle, Sirius waiting with watering eyes for me to hand my little girl over to him. I clutch her tighter.

Its ok daddy. Just because my last name changes doesn't mean that I won't always be your little star.

I love you.

Love you more.

And with that I place her hand in his.