Surprise Epilogue

AN: Surprise! Heh, actually I’m only writing this because the internet is down, and I have nothing else to do. Consider yourselves lucky!

:P

Alright then, on with the epilogue!

Ginny couldn’t help but gawk at the tall man in front of her. His emerald green eyes gleamed in amusement at the look of surprise he was receiving.

“H-Harry…?” she asked. She was trembling by now, but kept eye contact. The man smiled, showing enlarged canines.

“I’m here, Gin, I’m here,” he reassured her. He was then met with not a hug, but a hail of fireballs.

Yep, that was his Ginny alright.

Harry dodged most of them, and deflected other with Scales while listening to his wife rant.

“WHERE IN THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN YOU AVO-DAMNED SKORM’S-SHIT SILVER HAIRED PUKE GREEN EYED WALKING TREE HALF BREED FROM HELL?” she screeched. Helena was hiding under the stairs, giggling at the two of them. Harry just smiled and in a flash of blue he was in front of her. He put his hands on her shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

“I’d love to tell you Gin, but I think there’s someone who wanted to meet me?” he asked. Ginny shook herself and nodded.

“Helena,” she called. The little girl came out from under the stairs and stared up at Harry in awe.

“Mommy, did you get shorter?” she asked. Harry, being the object of contrast, prayed to Avo that he wouldn’t be assaulted by Ginny’s wrath once again. Luckily, his wife proved to be in high enough spirits that he was back not to get mad about the height comment.

“Helena,” she began. “This is your father.”

The little girl just stared, at a loss for words. Harry shifted uncomfortably. Next thing he knew he was being attacked by the red-head, who was actually rather tall for her age. I see she’s inherited a lot from me… thought Harry as he absentmindedly blocked all of her attacks.

“So, this would be my daughter then?” asked Harry as if nothing was happening. Ginny smiled.

“Yep, and she’s just as much as a ruffian as you. Possibly more, I’ve lost count of how many mothers come to the door because their kids are missing teeth,” said woman.

“Excellent!” said Harry somewhat proudly. He abruptly ended the fight by pulling the girl into a hug. “Hello Helena!” he said, holding at arms length.

All in all, it was quite a happy reunion. The girl smiled and launched herself into his chest, while hugged him as well. It was a very sweet site, a Kodak moment even, and the author is quite sick of writing about it, so he is going to move onto explaining where the hell our hero has been in the last few years.

“So, where have you been?” Ginny asked her estranged husband as they sat down in the living room. Ginny was sitting by Harry, who had Helena in his lap.

“Well, I spent a couple of years in limbo for starters. Not too bad actually, a pretty lively place. But eventually I just got sick of all of the undead girls flirting with me, so that gave me some extra motivation to get out,” he said, and then was met with an approving pat on the head from his wife. “After that I escaped, but I ended up in some other world. Made a few friends, helped them beat some guy named Sephiroth, a total momma’s boy really, but he was still powerful and made Voldemort look like a teddy bear.

“When I finished up there, I just wandered around a bit until I found an old lab built by this hug corporation in that world. Luckily one of there recent projects was an inter-dimensional portal, and it was in good enough shape that I could use it. I use it, but then I end up some alternate reality of Earth. I met my other self there. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised in the least. Heh, he made me look short, and ran around with a five foot long sword. With some help from myself and my alternate self’s friends, I got another interdimensional trip. I finally ended up here in Albion, but I was in another continent…

FLASH-BACK

“Ouch, damn you Merlin…” muttered Harry as he got up from the ground. He had landed on his head, after being sent out of his alternate self’s version of Earth. Taking a quick whiff of his surroundings, and looking up at the night sky, he grinned widely, recognizing a few of the constellations. He was in Albion! Hurrah!

His happy mood was cut short when he found several sharp and pointy objects pointed at his face. He adopted his expressionless mask and raised an eyebrow.

“Something I can help you with?” he asked the owners of the offending weapons.

“Who are you, stranger?” asked a man slightly younger than him.

“I’ll be your killer if you don’t get these blades away from me,” Harry growled, and his eyes flared with an intimidating green light. Now, any sane person would’ve lowered there weapon and offered milk and cookies as an apology, however the younger man proved to be a wee bit touched in the head.

“I am the mayor’s son! Now answer my que-“ the younger man, now identified as the local asshole, was cut off as Harry brought Scales into action. The younger man, lets just call him Scotty, was now writhing on the ground in pain, holding his bleeding shoulder.

“What’s going on here?” asked a powerful voice. Everyone immediately went silent and stood rigidly. Harry looked up and saw a large, muscular man with a greatsword on his back walking towards the group. He had shoulder length white hair, and shining blue eyes. He was wearing plate armor but moved with such grace that would be thought impossible for such a brutish looking being.

“Um, er, Mr. Hero sir, this man just appeared in a flash of light and we came to investigate!” said a nervous looking woman. The identified ‘Mr. Hero’ looked at Harry inquisitively, taking note of any detail he could find on him. His face suddenly broke into a large smile.

“You’re just as she described you!” she said happily, holding out his large hand. Harry nodded in puzzlement and shook hands with the much larger man. After a few seconds Harry’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Yep, I’m Theresa’s brother.”

END FLASH-BACK

“…after a couple days of hanging out with my pseudo-uncle, he gave me his boat and I set out. However, I met with several difficulties,” he said nervously. Helena tilted her head.

“What happened, dad?” she asked. Harry just shook his head.

“Let’s just say it involved a swamp, three monks, a psychotic prostitute and I never want to go through it again,” he replied. Ginny couldn’t help but laugh along with Helena, and Harry gave a slight twitch.

“Then there was that time…”

TEN YEARS LATER

In the last ten years, Harry and his family had proved inseparable. They occasionally made trips to Earth to hang out with their old friends, and Sirius dropped by every now and then, usually running from an angry mob, and Harry kept up his practice as a benevolent assassin and mercenary. The found that Helena not only inherited Harry’s height, love for battle, and ears, but also his parsletongue abilities.

Now ten years later, Helena was standing at the door of her parents’ home with Scales wrapped around her forearm and a sack slung over her shoulder. Scales was now the official Potter family heirloom, and said he’d enjoy irritating the hell out of Harry’s descendants. Of course, this was met with the newly instated tradition that all Potters must go on a hobbe killing spree at least five times in their lifetime.

“By for now mum, dad,” said Helena after hugging her parents.

“Goodbye Hel,” said Harry with a smile as he hugged his daughter. “Remember to kill as many hobbes as you can!” he hissed to her, much to Scales’s dislike.

“You got it dad,” said his daughter. She then turned around and walked tall and proud into the night, off to find her own place in the world.

Real Fin