From Fame To Blame ∞ l.s

Epilogue

[A/N]: i a m s o r r y f o r w h a t i a m a b o u t t o d o

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7 years later.

"Dad! Dad!" Maisie came running with her little sister, Nova, behind her. They both laughed as they crushed into their dad's legs, hugging each leg.

Maisie and Nova, Harry's precious children. Now, Harry hadn't adopted them, he just wisely chose a close friend, - Cara to be exact - and impregnated her. Now, they did not do the 'do', no way in hell that'd happen. Maisie was six and Nova was four and a half.

Harry laughed and eyed them fondly, "Yes, loves?" He asked with a raised brow and grinned.

"Where's daddy?" Nova frowned deeply, a quizzical look in her eyes as she looked up.

Harry hesitantly ran a hand through bot the girls' hair; "You'll know soon enough." was all he said to them before plotting himself down on the couch, his daughters soon planting themselves upon each knee.

"Where's Buddy?" Harry asked. They had gotten a pet - a dog, to be exact - when Harry got through a tough time. Buddy was now eight years old.

Maisie shrugged but Nova's eyes widened, she muffled her giggles with the back of her hand as she scribbled down from her father's knee and ran upstairs, two steps up the staircase at the time.

"What was that about, M?" He said, looking curiously at Maisie who again shrugged, muttering out a 'dunno'.

Soon after came down a barking Buddy and a - still - giggling Nova, "'M sorry dad, I locked him in my room," she pouted. Harry just waved her off, telling it was alright before he went to ruffle Buddy's fuzzy fur.

As minutes went by as they sat down on the carpeted flooring and played around with Buddy, Harry became slightly sweaty and decided he'd have to take a quick shower.

"Girls," he said softly, fondly; "I'm going to take a brief shower and I'll be back. I want to show you two something, yeah?" They both 'cheered' and high-fived one another and nodded.

Once he arrived inside his bedroom, he slumped himself down at the bedside and ran his hands across his face. The past years has been extremely hard for him.

He quickly stripped himself out of all clothing before stalking inside the white marble bathroom, turning on the showers and washed himself delicately. He ran his hand coated with shampoo through his hair, washing it carefully. It had gotten longer as the years went by, although he had been getting frequent haircuts.

As Harry was done washing himself and drying himself, he walked out the damp bathroom with the white towel looped loosely around his hips.

He quickly dressed himself before grabbing a pair of brown boots that matched his brown winter coat. His fashion sense had also changed for the better, he no longer wore silky button-ups that showed off his chest, he was too old for that.

His heels clicked against each staircase as he walked steadily downstairs, his green eyes meeting Maisie's cerulean eyes and then Nova's green ones. "Ready, girls?"

Both the adorable girls nodded and ran to the front door, slipping on their Vans before disappearing outside. Harry following suit behind them, "Girls, I'm just going to ring somebody, that ok?"

"'course dad." Maisie smiled. Harry was so grateful for Nova and Maisie, it's unbelievable.

Harry grinned cheekily at Maisie before heading inside again, calling Cara;

"Hey, C!" Harry cheerily greeted her.

On the other line Harry heard some shuffling and whispers, "Hey, H. How's it going?" Cara said in her hoarse voice. Harry liked Cara's voice. It was soothing.