Short to be point of being miniscule, but … hey. You all know me – I like it that way.

Thanks so much to everyone's who's stayed with this story! You basically just … make my life. :-)

Epilogue

Alice, Arabella, Sirius, Remus, and Peter,

ME. HOSPITAL.

LILY. BIRTH.

I'M NOT READY TO BE A DAD!

-JP

Marauders, A & A,

PAIN! SHE'S SQUEEZING ME!

DOCTOR SAYING PUSH, BREATH, PUSH.

LILY SAYING YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU ASS-MUNCHER! YOU ARE A HORRIBLE MAN! YOU TRY BEING IN THIS POSITION! DO IT! DO IT NOW!

What does that MEAN?

-JP

Everyone,

THERE IS A LITTLE HEAD! I SEE IT! IT'S ALL…

BLOODY! IT'S BLOODY! IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE BLOODY?

WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE THAT?

-JP

Everyone,

THERE'S MORE OF IT.

IT'S STILL BLOODY. AND IT'S CRYING. AND THEY ARE CLEANING IT AND NOW LILY IS LETTING GO OF MY HAND.

…I think she broke it.

…She did! SHE BROKE MY HAND!

-JP

Everyone,

The doctors say my hand will heal. They've given me a potion to set the bones, and also to calm my nerves. I think it is working wonderfully.

-JP

Marauders, A & A,

Good news. Lily has given birth to a beautiful, healthy little boy. We've named him Harry James.

He has the cutest little toes and fingers and a wrinkled nose and dark hair like mine but green eyes like his mum and Lily isn't yelling at me anymore.

Alice: Lily wants you to be the Godmother (she considered you, too, of course, Bella, but let's face it: you're not the most…Godmother-ish person we know.)

Sirius: You know I want you to be the Godfather. You're my best mate, mate.

Remus, Peter, Arabella: It has befallen you to be the honorary aunt uncles. In other words … babysitters!

-James