Time to put your galleons where your mouth is

Epilogue

The Absent Scar

Lily Potter, née Evans was a happy woman. At twenty two years old, she was happily married to the love of her life, even if she'd never have thought so during her early years of school, even denying it furiously.

But here she was, married to one James Charlus Potter, with two babies wondering around her home and quite possibly another on the way. She hadn't checked yet, it was too early to tell, but she had a good feeling about it. She was beyond happy actually, nothing could ever bring her down, ever.

Life had really started to look up in her fourth year, with the defeat of the Dark Lord. His trial had gone on for months afterwards, and while hundreds were calling for his head to be splattered across Diagon Alley, that had not come to be. By rights of being the defeater, Turais Black had seen to it that the man be forced to live out the rest of his natural lifespan as a squib, imprisoned and forced to accept the fact he'd become what he once hunted down.

None of the Death Eaters left had really fought the eldest Black after that. The fact he could rip their magic away meant they went quietly to prison, more than terrified that they'd be the next one to suffer Turais Black's wrath.

The Ater Umbra had done his best to live a quiet life, but between his Dark Lord defeating and OWL/NEWT record breaking, he hadn't really succeeded, no matter how much he tried. He hadn't changed though. He still looked out for his brothers and all those that associated with them, he was still the kind boy she'd met on the train in her first year. Lily considered him a good friend, and she knew he'd grown on James since they'd left school. Especially after little Harry and Marigold had been born.

Considering that Turais could always, always calm them down, James had taken to worshipping him as if he were some god in human form. A reaction probably born from countless, sleepless nights.

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Currently, Lily was burping a two month old Marigold, twisting around to get a good look at the duo in sat up to her kitchen table.

It was November the first 1981, and James was off pulling a shift with Sirius at the Auror office. Her husband and his best friend had gone on to form a partnership in the department of magical law enforcement, they were talented and well trained, considering they'd gone to Turais for help with that.

Peter had gone on to write the first full book about the war against Voldemort, a fact that'd bemused Turais if the look on his face was anything to go by. Nevertheless, the Black had promised to offer up some references for the Marauder.

What was perhaps the most surprising thing was that Turais hadn't gone on to become an Auror, and was instead in the process of mounting his own expedition team to go and search for ancient wizarding civilizations and their secrets, a job that would take him and his team around the world. He'd recruited Remus, poor Remus who couldn't find a job in the wizarding world due to his condition, alongside Regulus, Rabastan Lestrange and the fresh from Hogwarts Barty Crouch Jr.

They were just finishing up their planning for their intended route around the globe and they'd be departing come new year. Lily was going to miss them, but Remus had promised to write to her, for there was no doubt Sirius would be getting news from both his brothers. They were suppose to have left just before Halloween, but had decided stick around until Sirius' first born came into the world. His wife, Lucy Black, née Manners, was expecting a baby boy due in early December. Regulus had jokingly promised to look for an ancient crib while they were off around the world.

"Mama?"

Looking over at Harry, who stared back at her with his big green eyes, Lily smiled.

"Yes sweetie?"