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Epilogue

Wise emerald green eyes sparkled in the setting sun, as Harry Potter watched the sunset from the balcony at Malfoy Manor. He closed his eyes and sighed as he smiled dreamily at the voice singing one floor below him. His Consort Draco had the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard and it was accompanied by the soft melodies of the violin and deep richness of a cello.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harry turned and smiled softly as he watched Lucius approach him. Eleven years had past, and yet, Lucius hadn’t aged a day. Silver locks cascaded down his back to the floor, chimes making music of their own in the soft breeze. Cerulean blue eyes glowed with power and ancient wisdom and love as he smiled at Harry and gave him a glass of red wine.

“Yes, it is beautiful.” Harry said and stared at the sunset yet again. Lucius appraised him and smiled; Harry had grown up well. His hair now brushed his shoulders but still had the unruly attractive look that it always had. He’d filled out with broad shoulders, tapering to a lean muscled torso and lean waist. Harry stood tall and confident at six feet two, his magickal aura crackling around him. Lucius was very proud of his son; very proud indeed. “Shall we join them?” He said smiling. Lucius smiled as well.

“Yes, let’s join them.”

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“They perform beautifully together, don’t they Daddy?” Severus turned his head and smiled at his daughter Adonia. Deep onyx eyes looked back at him with more love than he knew possible. Raven locks fell silkily down her shoulders, over her school robes; the emblem of Ravenclaw glinting in the fire’s light.

“Yes, that they do, darling.” He said softly; Adonia smiled and Severus grinned, he saw Lucius more and more in her everyday. His gaze turned to his son Dysis, who was now playing the violin with his older brother Draco and nephew Galen. Straight raven locks were tied into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. Silvery blue eyes narrowed in concentration, and elegant hands moving along the violin as if he were born with it, Dysis was the epitome of a Malfoy; beautiful, flawless, and ever graceful.

Severus looked at both his children and felt so much pride and love for them. Though they were fraternal twins, Dysis and Adonia stayed together as if they were joined at the hip. He would never find one without the other nearby. And the same could be said for Galen and Aziza as well. While Dysis and Adonia were in Ravenclaw, Galen and Aziza were in Slytherin together. Where Dysis and Adonia were the darkest night, Galen and Aziza were kissed by the sun. Both had the silvery blond locks of the Malfoy line, but their eye color had changed from just silver to a rich silvery emerald green, their skin was a mixture between Draco’s alabaster skin tone and Harry’s bronze coloring but smooth and glowed with life and vitality.

“That was marvelous.” The husky tenor resounded throughout the room as Draco stopped singing. His silvery blue eyes glowed with a wealth of power and magick as he smiled at his son and his brother.

“Thank you Daddy.” Galen said with a small smile. Dysis grinned at his older brother; silvery blue eyes alight with pleasure.

“Thanks, brother mine, and as always your voice would make even the best singer green with envy.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Draco said teasingly. “Now, I know both of you have homework,” Groans interrupted him, but Draco arched an eyebrow and that was that.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, Draco.” Both said in unison and packed up their instruments with care, before walking gracefully out of the music room and into the small living room next door.

“Aziza, darling, come in at once, it’s getting dark.”

“But, Daddy,”

“You can pick your herbs for your potion tomorrow, after all this is your break, and I haven’t seen you for most of the year.” Draco said. A sigh was heard before a silvery blond head poked around the corner; silvery emerald eyes sparkled with mischief. Draco looked at her and smiled softly as his daughter walked towards him, her gardening gloves still on her hands. He clucked disapprovingly before stripping the soiled gloves from her fingers and kissing her forehead. “How is my beautiful girl?”

“Great, Galen, Dysis, Adonia, and I were tied again for perfect scores.” Aziza said proudly. “We even beat Jonathan and Margaret Weasely.” She added haughtily. Draco and Severus looked at each other and laughed.

“I thought you liked them.” Draco said softly.

“I do, but,” Aziza eyed him carefully, “they say Mr. and Mrs. Weasely still talk bad about you and Papa.” Draco’s eyes dimmed in sadness and Aziza felt awful, “Daddy, I’m…”

“Don’t apologize.” Draco said softly as he stroked her hair, “there is nothing for you to be sorry about. Your father and my dealings with Ron and Hermione Weasely are our business. They were your father’s friends for a very long time; we are still trying to work on that friendship.”

“I understand.” Aziza said softly. She glanced at Adonia who was watching everything as was her father. “Ady and I will be up in our suite.” She said and thus drug her aunt up the stairs, their laughter echoing in the room. Draco sighed as they left.

“You can’t change everything love.” Severus said softly. Draco looked over at his papa and smiled. Though Severus was two decades older, he looked twenty-eight just like Draco and not a day older. His raven locks fell in lush waves down his back to his waist. The chimes that were woven into it tinkled softly in the breeze from the open veranda doors. His eyes were no longer shadowed with fear and weariness; now they sparkled with peace and love.

“I know it’s just that I had hoped after the war, things would get better.” Draco said softly as he stood and faced the open veranda doors. “When they didn’t get better then, I thought that perhaps the years that past would help heal old wounds.” He chuckled sadly. “I guess I had hoped too much. They still disapprove of him, even our children. How can they do this, they were his friends! His very best friends Papa, Harry has a well of sadness in him because of their severed ties, I’m so upset for him!” Severus side and levered himself up out of the chair, he placed a hand on his bulging stomach and sighed.

“I know you are angry, you have every right to be so, but Draco darling, you’ve tried everything, and they just won’t budge. Let it go. They will come around in their own time, or hopefully before it’s too late.” Draco sighed shaking his head sadly and turned to his papa.

“You’re right.” He smiled softly and then it turned into a grin as he placed a hand on Severus’ bulging stomach. “I can’t believe I’m going to have another brother or sister, I can’t wait.”

“Your father had told me long ago that he wanted a brood of children.” Severus drawled sarcastically, but his eyes were shining with joy and happiness. “I guess he has decided to start now.”

“Is it healthy for you?” Draco as worriedly, looking at the older wizard. “I’m sure you’ve healed from the twins, since that was roughly eleven to twelve years ago, but still Severus…”

“Claudius and Lucius spoke about it and they’ve been driving me crazy being so overprotective. It was a surprise to both of us actually, Lucius never planned to get me pregnant the first time and he nearly went into shock when he found out I was with child again.”

“That I did lover.” Severus turned and was kissed soundly by his Husband, he sighed deeply.

“Hello.” Severus said a bit breathlessly and Lucius smiled gently as his brushed his fingers over his Consort’s lips.

“Hello to you too.” He whispered. “Are you supposed to be up?” Severus pouted and then sighed.

“If I had stayed in bed any longer I would have pulled my hair out. I took my time going down the stairs, and have been sitting here ever since until you showed up.” Severus said gently. “I am fine beloved; please do not worry over me.”

“Sev,”

“Father leave Papa alone.” Harry chuckled as he kissed Draco soundly and ran his hand over his Consort’s stomach. “And how are the two of you doing?” He asked. Draco sighed with contentment and placed his hand on his slightly bulging stomach as well.

“We are just fine. Galen and Dysis have improved; they will be able to join the Bard House soon.”

“Well I am sure, since their father and brother is the High Bard himself.” Emerald eyes sparkled gently and Harry smiled as Draco rolled his eyes.

“Hush you.” Draco clucked chidingly. Harry steered him towards the open veranda and the left their fathers to talk amongst themselves. Draco let Harry hold him as they walked down the steps into the lush gardens of Malfoy Manor. “Harry, what do you want to talk about?”

“How did you know I want to talk with you about something?” Harry said. Draco smiled softly.

“Besides the fact that we are going deep in the gardens where no one can hear us? I can feel you love, you want to say something.”

“You are right as usual.” Harry sighed. “I want to pull the children out of Hogwarts.” Draco stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Harry.

“Darling?”

“They are doing marvelously Draco I know, all four of them, but I went there to visit two days ago, before school was out.”

“And what happened?” Draco asked as he looked at his Husband. Harry sighed heavily.

“They are not happy there. The children know of their parents, the children know that Adonia and Dysis are Father and Papa’s children and they shun them. Not directly but I can see it. They do the same to Galen and Aziza and I don’t like it. Those four are more powerful and more intelligent than any child in their age group, the other children are jealous, but…”

“Do you fear for their safety?” Draco asked him softly.

“No, I know they can take care of themselves, but I do not want them to become so cold and bitter by the time they reach fourth or fifth year. You know how mean children can be.”

“Yes.” Draco said softly. “I do.” Draco remembered how horrid he had been before seventh year. “If you feel that is it the right thing to do. I know their Elven friends will love that and they will too.” Draco sighed. “We did try.”

“Yes, yes we did.” Harry tightened his grip around Draco’s thickening waist. “Do not beat yourself up about Ron and Hermione Weasely, they made their choice, perhaps in some more years, we will reconcile our differences.”

“Hmm, I guess, but if any more time goes by, there will be no time for reconciliation.” Draco said softly. “You have stopped aging, and I stopped two years ago. They will continue to age, they may die before anything can happen.” Harry kissed his temple as they watched the sunset.

“That is a chance we will have to take.” He said softly. Draco nodded his head thoughtfully.

“Have you spoken with Father about it? About taking the children out of Hogwarts?”

“It seems he has seen this coming for years.” Harry said dryly. Draco laughed.

“Yes, that sounds like him, to tell us when we figure it out for ourselves.”

“Father, Daddy dinner is ready!” Harry and Draco looked up and smiled as they saw Aziza running towards them at a break neck pace. Harry let go of Draco in time to catch his daughter and lift her high in the air. She shrieked with laughter as he twirled her around.

“How is my princess?” He asked kissing her temple as he carried her to the house, keeping a steady pace with his pregnant Consort.

“Great, absolutely great, Grandpa just told me that we don’t have to go back to that horrid school again!” She cried out gleefully. Draco and Harry looked at one another and then looked at Lucius who was standing on the top steps to the veranda. They looked at his smiling face and Draco rolled his eyes.

“Typical, purely typical Father.” He said and kissed his father on the cheek and brushed past him.

“What?” Lucius asked innocently. Draco ignored him, much to his father’s amusement and Severus’, and Harry chuckled.

“We were going to tell them when we got back; however, you seem to like taking all our fun away.”

“Yes, being a Seer does have its advantages.” Lucius said airily. The children giggled, Severus rolled his eyes as did Draco and Harry just smiled softly. As Draco turned to look at him and smile softly, with all the love in his heart, Harry felt like he had everything he needed in life and he did. He had his children, two fathers that loved him, and…

“What are you thinking about?” Draco asked softly. Harry just smiled, leaned forward and kissed Draco soundly.

How much I love you.

I love you too, now and forever. Draco said softly and Harry smiled again. Yes, his life was perfect. Perfect love and perfect trust…

And his Consort’s Loyalty.

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