Present Mixed in the Past

Epilogue: The True Happy Ending

A woman knelt at an alter, her hands clasped together. She could only make a silent prayer. She wasn't a religious person. Never had been, never had a reason to. But she now had a reason. A desire that couldn't be fulfilled by human hands it seemed.

"Children are beautiful."

The woman looked up, noticing a feminine man sitting next to her. He wore a black leather jacket with a soft green shirt underneath, and black pants. His shadowy hair was at least shoulder length, though part of it was pulled back and held in place by a silver peacock Burrett. He looked upon the statues and stained windows with a look of amusement, his skin glowing in the dim lighting.

"Yes, they are." She so truthfully whispered, tears brimming at the edge of her vison. She truly, so desperately, wanted to have those beautiful and wonderful children with her husband.

"Would you love no matter what?" The question felt sudden, almost like a test.

"Yes." She didn't care.

"Even if they were gay or asexual? Trans even? Or perhaps not neurotypical?"

"Always." She would do anything for them if it meant to see them in her arms.

"Would you discipline them?"

"If they need to, but nothing too harsh." Why was he asking these questions? Why wouldn't he look at her?

She saw the edge of his lips curve upward.

"Would you protect them against your husband should it come to that." The question left a cold chill down her spin, but she responded instantly.

"Without thinking."

Finally, the stranger look to her and she was in awe. Eyes a glowing green like emeralds in the sun framed in a gentle and loving way. His face was soft, splattered with freckles. He felt and looked beautiful, strangely motherly as well.

He reached out a hand, but he dared not touch her. He needed her permission. She instinctually knew that.

"I can't betray my husband." She murmured, leaning away from the strange temptation.

His lips parted into a wide and joyful grin.

"You won't." His words felt like a promise.

And she trusted them.

He pulled her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles. A tinkling feeling swept throughout her body, making her feel younger and stronger!

He pulled away, standing up with impossible grace.

"You will have your wish, love them well and honestly." His voice drifted around her like a lullaby, putting her in a trance.

"Thank you." She found herself saying to his retreating back. She didn't know why she said it, but she knew she had to before he was gone. He had done something, something good she was sure of it.

So, she quickly left the church, hurrying home to her waiting husband. He looked younger than before she went to church. The grey hairs peppering his hair and beard were gone, and the dirty blond seemed brighter as well. The crows-feet at his eyes weren't as prominent as well.

The couple looked at each other, eyes taking in their more youthful appearance, then they were joined together. It was that moment, that she was able to have her first baby.

When she gave birth to a healthy baby girl, she and her husband wept, muttering thank yous to the mysterious angel that had gifted them with the greatest blessing they could have ever hoped for.

Harry smiled faintly as he leaned against Draco. He could hear the many whispered prayers of every living being. Hear them and feel their genuine care. Still, he always asks mothers those questions, watching from the side as their faces twist into truths or lies.

Draco swooped down and stole a kiss from his lovely husband, pulling back soon after.

"Hearing more thank yous?" He teased, his loving eyes holding no malice or anger. As if they ever could against his beautiful Phoenix.

The dark-haired male nodded, closing his eyes to enjoy their peaceful moment together.

"What about you?"

"Same thing as always." He gave a shrug, though the edges of his lips pulled down.

Harry shifted himself to be settled on his husband's lap, pressing a loving kiss to ease the frown.

"We'll make it better. One day at a time." He cooed, running his hand through the other's silver locks.

The taller man hummed, leaning his head into those calloused hands.

"Of course."

Harry couldn't stop himself from deeply kissing his opposite. How long had it been since the two of them been alone like this? A few centuries at least! Then again, when was there a dull moment when Harry was saved and Dumbledore locked away for good?

The evidence and the testimonies from the kidnapped Gods had sealed the cruel man's fate. Eternity in Azkaban in the worst conditions. Molly wasn't too far behind him, though she was given a plea deal on insanity and having been groomed, allowing her to be sent to St. Mungos instead. Her two youngest were given the same, though it didn't really matter.

Ginny and Ron spent twenty years in St. Mungos, never completing their schooling and not many places would hire them because of their public records. Arthur had also, with a sorrowful expression, disowned them and divorced his wife, leaving the three penniless. Ginny moved away and changed her name, magically dying her hair so she wouldn't be recognized. From what Harry had looked into, she did find true love and happiness and seemed to be in better health. Ron, on the other hand, seemed to have double down. He cursed at anybody who said what he did was wrong, had attack multiple Dark Magic Wizards, and had attempted to stalk Harry. He was quickly thrown into Azkaban with professionals from St. Mungos coming regularly to try and help him. It didn't work, so he stayed there till he was in his eighties and too weak to do anything than shout.

While all that was going on, the Heirs became Lords and they went on a spree of cleaning up Dumbledore's mess! It took so many decades with plenty of Dumbledore sympathizer trying to screw everything up! Hermione was a big help there, her sharp mind and even sharper tongue able to disarm all false reasons into submission. It wasn't hard to make the Noble Granger line once everything cleared away.

Somewhere in between the Gods had gotten married.

First was Luna and Hermione, their wedding being a beautiful starry night theme with the Seer gifting her Owl a Godly enchanted Quill and the Owl gifting her Seer a pair of Godly spectacles. Each were beautifully crafted and filled with as much magic as they could manage.

The next couple were the twins and Neville. It was a beautiful and elegant garden marriage, the vows bringing tears to everyone's eyes. The gifts were twin earrings and a simple gold flower choker.

Then came Harry and Draco's wedding. The previous weddings were small in comparison to theirs. It was as if everyone was preparing for a royal wedding! And the gift that was given, were twin babies.

Every other year, their family grew and grew, as did the problems they had to solve. When the Gods grew old and died, they didn't hide like the Gods before them. They made themselves known.

The wizarding world went into an uproar! Many that hated them tried to deny their rights, others too confused to stop it. Merlin and Arthur came back, both disappointed in the world that had appeared.

Yes, it had been so long since they had a moment to breathe and a moment to be alone without so many watchful eyes.

Draco pulled away from his love, cupping his face.

"In the garden?" His tone was teasing.

Harry grinned, pulling off his lover's lap to begin stripping.

"Por qué no~" He purred. (SPANISH- Why not~)

That was all he needed to say to soon be pinned under a large and beautiful Dragon, who's eyes gleamed like silver. They were very lucky their children were all adults at this point or else they would be seeing something very, very sinful.