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Author's Note: It's completed, this is it! I just wanted to say thank you again to all of you guys out there that read and reviewed and hell just read this story. I'm completely stumped by how many of you loved it. THANK YOU!

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Desolate03

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Epilogue

Five years later…

Gloria brushed her daughter, Elizabeth’s curly brown locks. Mischievous blue eyes looked up at her from the giggling little girl and she smiled. “Just what are you up to hmm?”

“Nothing,” the little girl said with a grin; Gloria rolled her eyes. Elizabeth and her father were thick as thieves; Gloria was surprised she wasn’t going grey because of all their shenanigans. The door bell rang, and Gloria touched her daughter’s head softly and let her get up.

“No running!”

“Yes, Mum!” Elizabeth cried and bolted anyway. Gloria shook her head and eased her way out of the chair, rubbing her aching back. Just one more month and she’d have a second child to care for. She grinned, she really couldn’t wait. The Medi-Wizard said this one was a boy. Elizabeth was really excited to have a younger brother. Probably just to boss around.

She made it to the entrance way and opened the door her smile widening when she saw Hermione and Blaise on the stoop. “Mum Hermione!” Hermione grinned and hugged her, kissing her cheek.

“How are you? Gloria you are as big as a house.” Hermione said. Gloria snorted and pointed to Hermione’s pregnant form as well.

“You just wait; you’ll be the same in a few more months.” Gloria teased. Blaise laughed at them both and kissed Gloria on the cheek.

“How are you my girl?” He asked and Gloria hugged him.

“I’m doing just fine thank you. Trying to stay off my feet as much as possible,” She rolled her eyes, “I think Elizabeth and Luther get up to half their mischief when I’m napping.”

“We do not, we are good little angels, aren’t we Lizzie?” Luther said and the little girl in his arms nodded innocently. “See?”

“Humph,” Gloria said, her eyes narrowing at them. Hermione watched them in amusement and then glanced down when she felt a tug on her dress. She bent and picked up her little girl. Golden blond locks were pulled back in a braid and endless blue eyes stared at her.

“What’s wrong Pansy?” She asked gently. Pansy just tucked her head into Hermione’s neck and held her close. Hermione smiled gently and then turned to Blaise. “I think she’s still feeling a bit under the weather. I’ll just go lay down with her for a few minutes.”

“Okay love,” Blaise said kissing her temple and then Pansy. “Feel better okay sunshine?” Pansy nodded and smiled sweetly at Blaise before Hermione took her up the stairs toward their rooms in the Manor. Blaise turned back to Luther, Gloria, and Lizzie and smiled. “So how have you all been?”

“Busy, the reformation of the Ministry is still making slow progress, but it is moving into the right direction.” Luther said as he walked them into the family room and helped Gloria sit down. Considering I’ve only been Minister for a few years now, it is actually very good progress.”

“Well you did have to start from the ground up, so what you have accomplished is almost looked as a miracle by everyone else.” Blaise said with a grin. “This job was practically made for you.”

“Enough about me; how is everything going with you?” Luther asked with a smile.

“Everything is going really well actually. Pansy is just getting over a cold though and Hermione has been worrying over her. The pregnancy is going fine.” Blaise grinned, “We decided not to find out the gender of the baby. We want to be surprised this time.”

“I don’t remember you finding out about Pansy either.” Gloria frowned and Blaise chuckled.

“We really didn’t need to. Hermione said she knew the moment she got pregnant that she was having a girl and come ‘hell or high water’ she would be named Pansy.” Blaise smiled, “It’s uncanny, but that little girl is Pansy. She’s just way too knowledgeable for a three-year old not to be.”

“Well, perhaps this is the Goddess’ way of setting everything to rights.” Luther suggested gently. Blaise laughed.

“We’d already figured it was. Once Pansy is of age, Hermione and I will be going into the magickal realm, like your parents Luther. It will be our time.” Nothing was said for a moment, but Gloria understood even though she really didn’t like it much. All those people that were closely associated with Harry or Draco were leaving the human realm. Soon Harry Potter would be nothing but myth and legend to those who didn’t know him.

It seemed that was the way it was supposed to be. Greg and Vincent and even Helen had finally made the move just last year. They visited often and already Gloria could see how improved their moods were. They were happy there. And to her keen eyes she saw something else in them.

They weren’t aging. Greg and Vincent looked the same as they had five years before. Even Blaise and Hermione stilled looked the same, nothing had changed. She guessed this was also a gift. Though Hermione had told everyone what the Goddess had said years ago it was still a bit disconcerting to see it in action. However, when Hermione walked into the room and she watched her father’s eyes light up, she smiled.

She didn’t care what happened; just as long as her parents stayed happy.

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It never failed to amuse him how the same people who once spit on him now groveled at his feet. Remus watched them with barely concealed amusement and exasperation. He walked down the halls of the Ministry finger the ornate choker around his neck. He remembered when Dion gave it to him. It was on the eve of their wedding.

“This has been a tradition in our family since the beginning. My mother has one from my father and now you will have one from me. Most will hardly see it because you like your high collared shirts, before everyone who does…they will know that you are mine.”

Remus shivered in remembrance of the sheer possessiveness in Dion’s gaze that night. Ever since then, he’d worn low collared shirts to let everyone see. He smiled as another person tripped over themselves to bow down to him. His amber eyes rolled.

This was getting ridiculous.

He felt Dion’s amusement as well in the back of his mind and he turned and smiled as he saw his husband coming out of an office down the hall. It is quite annoying isn’t it, my love?

Tell me about it. How are you? I’ve missed you. Remus told him as he was kissed senseless. Dion chuckled.

I come back to Drakken in a week’s time.

Not soon enough, besides, Dedric misses you and so do I. Killian is spoiling him rotten. Dion laughed again, wrapping an arm around his husband and taking them to their suite in London.

As soon as they appeared a little blur latched onto Dion and giggled when the dragon hoisted him up. Remus’ eyes softened as he watched his son and husband play. Dedric was a rambunctious four-year old with amber eyes and auburn hair. Dion laughed.

“How are you Dedric?”

“Great! Daddy said that I could finally come and visit! I missed you Papa!” Dedric was so excited and he hugged Dion tightly. “Why do you have to go so much?”

“It is just work darling, but soon I will be with you and Daddy all the time. Then you will get sick of me.” Dion grinned at Dedric’s gasp.

“Never Papa! Daddy loves you! I love you! See, we want you with us!” Dedric cheered. His nurse maid entered the room and Dion let him run over to her and they disappeared into his play room down the hall. Dion pulled Remus into his arms and kissed him again, much slower than the first time at the Ministry. Remus felt his toes curl in pleasure and he sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around Dion’s neck.

“Yes Papa we’ve missed you.” Remus teased. Dion nipped at his nose and guiding him to the couch; he pulled Remus unto his lap and looked his mate over. The first thing he saw was the ornate choker embedded with onyx, amber, and sapphire stones wrapped around Remus’ neck. It never failed to amaze him that Remus didn’t cover it up, but he was happy for it. The next was that his mate had on an amber colored vest that accented his eyes and accentuated his slim muscular build and that his legs were encased in black leather pants and some boots. He looked as sexy and as gorgeous as he always did to Dion, but something was still off.

“Are you hiding something from me?” Dion asked; Remus tried not to smile, he knew Dion would be asking soon. Remus said nothing but placed Dion’s hands on his stomach and waited. It didn’t take long. Dion’s eyes snapped up to Remus’ face and then he grinned. “Another? Darling are you sure?”

“Yes, I checked it out with Mum and the doctor and even Damian. They all say the same thing. We’ll be having another child running around in about eight months.” Remus laughed. Dion purred and wrapped his arms around Remus possessively.

“You are a gift my love.”

Remus smiled softly and then kissed him slowly.

So are you Dion, so are you.

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Neville smiled to himself, but kept his face impassive. He heard the patter of small feet trying to be quiet run around his desk and then he heard the hurried whispers. Now it was hard to keep the grin off his face, but somehow he managed it just in time to laugh out loud in pseudo surprise as his twins pounced on him.

“Daddy no more work! Time to play!” They cried happily. A deep chuckle alerted him to Damian standing in the doorway and he smiled at him and then hummed in appreciation when he was kissed.

“Oh it’s time to play is it?” He asked teasingly. Golden topaz eyes stared at him from underneath their chocolate brown mops of curly hair. “Did your Papa put you up to this?”

“No Daddy, we thought it all by ourselves.” They chorused. Neville arched an eyebrow at the girl and then the boy child.

“Nadira and Dragos,” He said. Nadira huffed and her brother Dragos glared at her.

“See, told you.” He said accusingly and stuck out his tongue. Nadira looked at him and then at Neville.

“Papa helped,” she replied. Neville looked up at his husband and Damian was laughing. Neville sighed and smiled; he couldn’t stay annoyed with the little terrors for long.

“Let me talk to Papa and then we’ll play, how about in the garden?” They cheered and ran off. “No running!”

“Yes Daddy!” He could hear them running anyway. Neville rolled his eyes and then smirked at Damian.

“The instigator.” He murmured as Damian dipped down to kiss him. “Hmm, I guess I can forgive you now.” He smiled; he’d been so surprised when he’d found out he was pregnant four years ago, but then again not really. He’d had a lot to catch up on. But they were his life, his mate included. He just resolved that the next time it was Damian’s turn.

“I’m glad I am forgiven,” Damian said seriously but with mischief in his eyes. “I just got a letter from Dad and Father. They said that they will be coming to visit soon. And to tell you that Helen is bringing a guest.”

“Oh she’s found someone?” Neville asked with a grin; Greg and Vincent wanted her to find someone to be with, now that the boys were grown and all. They’d been looking so hard too.

“Yep.”

“Do we know this man?”

“Oh well, we know her.” Damian said nonchalantly. Neville blinked; her?

“Her?” He asked.

“Yes, her new lover is the Grand Duchess herself.”

“Alex!” Neville asked in surprise. Alex was a gorgeous woman; Egyptian with dusky golden brown skin and flashing green eyes. She was so fun to be with but don’t cross her; she’d be a vindictive enemy to have. “Well, I think I can see that.” Damian chuckled.

“I can see it too. Mum Helen always did like the stubborn ones.” He caressed Neville’s head. “Take a break?” He murmured. Neville looked up into Damian’s eyes and as always he found that he was home as long as he had this man by his side.

“Yes, let’s go play, before the little terrors run off their nanny again.”

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“Vega, can you get the door please?” Draco called out as he finished up with Galen and Dysis and their lessons. Aziza moved gracefully through the door passing Demetrius and Harry playing chess together. She smiled and opened the door and then laughed.

“Grandpa Lucius!” She said and hugged him. Lucius kissed her temple and then moved into the house. “Grandpa Sev!” She flung her arms around him and Severus laughed.

“Come now Vega, you see me all the time. And you’re crushing Magnus.” He chided. Aziza pulled away and smiled down at the ebon haired child. He looked at her with big dark eyes like his daddy’s and had a sweet smile on his face.

“Vega!” He cried and then launched himself at her. She laughed and then ushered them all inside. Adonia hugged her and they both walked together with Magnus between them.

“Papa!” Draco said with surprise and then began to stand. Lucius strode to him and hugged him, gently making him sit again.

“You need to conserve your strength.” Lucius chided him. Draco rolled his eyes.

“I’m pregnant not sick!” He huffed, “You are as bad as my husband.”

“That’s right. Thanks Father, he’s been a trying patient.” Harry teased. Draco narrowed his eyes at him but then he grinned and caught Magnus before the child ran full speed into him.

“Magnus, how are you sweetie.”

“Good, missed you Draco!” he said sweetly. Draco started talking with him as his son and brother played in the background for fun. Adonia and Vega went with Sev into the garden and Harry and Lucius began chatting. Draco looked at all of them and smiled serenely.

Goddess, thank you for this. This is true bliss. He sent a prayer of thanks and continued to play with his smallest brother.

A warm caress, like a kiss, touched his temple. And voice whispered in his mind.

You are most welcome.

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Draconis and his wife Illyrian looked into the pool at all the reflections of their now diverse family. He smiled and Illyrian smiled back.

“Shall we love?” He asked. Illyrian nodded and looped her arm in his. They left the watery looking glass with light hearts and walked out into the moonlit night.

The End.

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Translations of the names:

Dedric: "Ruler of the People" - Germanic
Dragos: "Precious" - Romanian
Nadira: "Rare, Precious" - Persian
Magnus Kahlil: "Great Honorable Comrade" - (Magnus) Latin (Kahlil) Arabic

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