Faery Heroes

Chapter 50: Epilogue

Disclaimer: After seven years of constant fighting, did Harry look down at Voldemort's body, throw up his hands, and say, "Okay, I've fulfilled my destiny. I think I deserve a vacation!"? If not, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise; it belongs to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Press, Warner Bros., and whoever else she sold the rights to.

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Epilogue
Nineteen Years Later

Waves lapped at Harry's toes as he refolded the letter in his hands. He grinned and muttered, "Which would be better? Letting them bumble about all on their own, or 'helping' them? Decisions, decisions."

"Uh-oh. You using that tone is never a good sign." He turned his eyes to the blonde coming his way and allowed himself a moment to simply enjoy the view. Even after giving birth to three children, Luna loved proving that she could still rock that skimpy blue bikini, and neither he nor Hermione would dare try convincing her otherwise. Offering him one of the fruity drinks in her hands, she asked, "Who's that from, and why are you plotting to embarrass them?"

"Tonks sent it; she wanted to know if we would mind her and Teddy visiting for a week or so. Considering how he and Helen look at each other…" Luna nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. The only ones who didn't see the crushes Tonks's only child and his and Hermione's eldest were nursing for each other were the kids in question. "And I wasn't going to embarrass them, necessarily, but Merlin, they need help."

"Well, she is your daughter. She comes by it honestly." He sighed and nodded at that jab. Much to Luna's amusement, Helen could be said to be a perfect mix of Hermione and him. She had her mother's brains and obsessive need for organization, his eyes and penchant for being found by trouble, and the worst head of hair the world had ever seen. Thankfully for the trio, none of her siblings, full or half, brought nearly so much drama to their lives as his fifteen-year-old. "And come to think of it, you're the closest thing Teddy has to a father-figure since Tonks never married her mysterious baby-daddy, so you are partially to blame for his obliviousness, too."

"Hardy-har-har. I guess it's a good thing Mark takes after you, then, or I'd have drawn the line at two."

"And is Tonks wanting to bring sweet little Drakie with her, hm?" she continued in a sugary voice.

"Don't even go there," Harry answered with a shudder. "I know he's been a whole different person ever since the Tonkses took him in after we erased his memory, but having what looks like a younger Lucius be nice to us is just… too weird for me."

She snickered and sat down on the sand beside him. Staring over the water surrounding their home in the British Virgin Islands, she sighed and said, "Hard to believe sometimes that it's already been twenty years, isn't it?"

"That it is," he agreed. "And you know what? I still don't regret coming back in the slightest."

Luna clinked her glass against his. "Neither do I." They sat in silence for a moment, just watching the waves, before she spoke again. "I'm thinking about writing a book."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hmm. About us and our adventures."

He blinked once, twice, but unfortunately it still did not make sense. "Er, sweetie? Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, the Argentinian Ministry still has a kill-on-sight order out on us, and I don't think the Saudis would exactly pass up an opportunity to get even for that job we pulled for the Swiss dwarves…"