Author's Note: This is it! This is the final chapter! Thank you all for leaving reviews, and I sure hope you have enjoyed this story. This was definitely one of my favorites to write.

I'm still thinking of my next story, so stick around! Hopefully I'll come up with something soon! ;)

On the morning of December 23rd, 2002, a girl with black hair stared out the window, her brown eyes wide as she watched the snow fall to the ground. A woman walked up to her, smiling as she saw the look on the little girl's face.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing to the window.

"It's snowing!" she called out. A man walked up to her and stood on her other side.

"It is snowing," Hermione said, kissing her head.

"Do you know what we do when it snows?" Harry asked. Lily shook her head. "We go outside and play in it."

"But first, we must get into our clothes."

Lily grabbed for Hermione's outstretched hand and followed her mother upstairs. Harry smiled at them, taking another sip of his coffee. He then put the cup back onto the table and went upstairs to change.

"She's waiting for you," Hermione said, walking into the master.

"We'll be outside," he said, kissing her cheek. She nodded, and he turned to walk out of the room, smiling as he saw Lily in her own bedroom, looking over her toys.

"Ready, princess?"

"Yeah!" she said, grabbing her father's hand. They carefully walked downstairs and to the backyard, and he let out a laugh and she grabbed a handful of snow and threw it into the air.

"Let's make a snow angel, Lily," he said, collapsing into the fluffy snow. She copied her father and made a snow angel, giggling out loud.

"Look at you," Hermione said, smiling down at her daughter.

"I'm playing in the snow, mummy," she said, sitting back up.

"You certainly are. Want to help daddy and I build a snowman?"

She nodded, and walked over to her father, who began to start on the snowman. Hermione went back into the house before returning with a carrot.

"What do you think?" Harry asked sometime later, picking Lily up.

"I love it!"

"Do you have a name?"

"Snitch," she said, reaching her arm out to rub the snowman's head. He chuckled.

"That's a good name," Hermione said, smiling at her husband. "Snitch the Snowman."

He put Lily back down and gathered a ball of snow in his hands. He smirked as she copied him.

"Lily," he said quietly, turning to her, "when I count to three, throw this at mummy. One, two, three!"

They threw their snowballs at Hermione, who turned in laughter to give her husband a playful glare.

"Harry James Potter! You are such a bad influence!"

"You're a bad influence!" he mimicked back, sticking his tongue out at her. Lily laughed.

Hermione picked a snowball up and threw it at him, winking to Lily in response. She did the same, and Harry threw his arms up in defeat, chuckling as he did so.

"I surrender!"

"Good!" she said, leaning down next to Lily. "I think he's learned his lesson."

"We need a boy," he said with a grin. "I'm outnumbered."

"Someday," she said with a wink, fixing Lily's ponytail.

"Little Miss. Lily, what do you want to do?" he asked, picking her up.

"Fly!" she said, pointing to the sky.

"Mummy?" he asked, and she let out a shaky breath. "It's not snowing anymore."

"Don't go very high," she ordered.

He nodded, pulling his broom out of his pocket. He then resized it and climbed on, carefully putting Lily in front of him. He wrapped one arm around her and slowly took off, smiling at the nervous look on his wife's face. He slowly flew around, his heart warming at the sound of his daughter's laughter.

"Having fun?"

"Yeah!" she said, looking back to Hermione. They flew around for a few more minutes before they dismounted, and she ran up to her mother.

"I think you and daddy enjoy giving mummy a heart attack," she said, rubbing her head.

"You worry too much," he replied, kissing her head.

"She's my child, too, you know."

"No kidding? I didn't have her with someone else?"

She glared at him. "You're mean."

"Mummy, I'm hungry," Lily cried, looking up at her mother.

"Let's go get some lunch," she said, and they walked back into the house to have lunch.

"Let's get you changed while mummy fixes lunch," Harry said, holding his hand out. She took it, and they traveled upstairs. Hermione smiled as she fixed everyone's lunches before they finally returned back downstairs.

"Here you go," she said, giving Lily a sandwich and apple slices. She dug into her meal.

"Thanks, love," Harry said, kissing Hermione's cheek and grabbing for his own sandwich.

"I can't believe how big she's getting," she said sadly, turning to look back at her daughter.

"I know. She needs to stop growing!" he said, ticking Lily's sides. She laughed, trying to swat her father's hands away.

"Say stop it daddy!"

"Stop it, daddy!" she told Harry, pointing to him. He turned to Hermione who grinned in response.

"You're a bad influence."

"I'm never a bad influence."

"Harry, you should start a club that teaches us how to defend ourselves against the dark arts!" he mimicked her. She smirked.

"I don't sound anything like that."

"Uh huh," he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. She sat down next to him

"It feels so nice to have a few days off," she said, pushing Lily's hair back behind her ear. He nodded.

"It sure does, and tomorrow is our five-year anniversary."

"I've been stuck with you for five years?" she asked, shaking her head. He grinned.

"You're stuck with me forever."

"Great," she replied, lowering her head. He chuckled.

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

The fireplace roared, and he glanced over to it to see a head floating in it.

"It's Neville," he said, walking over to the grate. "What's up, mate?"

"Ginny's in labor," he said, sounding extremely nervous.

"How far is she?" Hermione asked, walking up next to her husband.

"She's already at seven centimeters. They're thinking about two hours."

"We'll be there soon," Harry said.

"It's room 654 when you get here," he said before disappearing.

"Lily was three days late and almost nine hours in labor, and Ginny is two weeks early and only a few?"

"Life's not fair, love," he said with a grin. "Let's finish eating, then we need to get to the hospital."

"Finish your lunch," she instructed Lily before eating her own. After they had all finished they got ready to leave for the hospital.

"Lily, let's go," Hermione said, grabbing for Lily's shoes. She put them on her before putting her own on. "You're going to have a cousin today."

They arrived at the hospital and walked to the room. Ginny was grabbing for Neville's hand, crying out in pain as she did so.

"Hi," Hermione said, giving her a hug. "You're so close already."

"It hurts," she said, letting out deep breaths.

"It only gets worse, I'm afraid," she said, rubbing her hand.

"Thanks for coming," Neville said, and Harry clapped his shoulder.

"We're here for you, mate."

"How's my niece?" Ginny said, holding her arms out. Hermione picked Lily up and put her on the bed, smiling as she gave Ginny a hug.

"What are they saying?"

"Last time they checked I was at seven. The pain had been getting worse over the last few hours until my water finally broke."

"Whatever you do, just keep breathing. It may seem pointless but it does help."

"Aunt Ginny, are you ok?" Lily asked.

"I'll be just fine," she replied, rubbing Lily's back.

"Your son will be here soon," Hermione soothed, rubbing Ginny's hand.

She cried out in pain again. Neville rubbed her other hand, whispering soothing words to her.

"How are we?" the Healer asked, returning to the room.

"Not good," she replied, trying to catch her breath.

"I'll be right back," Harry said, turning to walk out of the room.

"Nine centimeters. Let's get you ready for delivery."

"Keep breathing," Hermione said, picking Lily up. "It'll be over with soon."

"Thank you," Ginny said, before crying out in pain again. She nodded to Neville before turning to walk out of the room, moving to the waiting room.

"Hey, beautiful."

"There you are," she said, turning to him. "They're prepping her for delivery."

"Guess we have time to wait then," he said, plopping into the nearest seat. Lily moved to sit in the seat next to him. "Do you want me to read your book to you?"

"Yeah!" she said, watching as her father pulled a miniaturized book from his pocket and resized it. He opened it and began to read, and Hermione looked at her watch, noticing the time.

"Harry, it's almost time for her nap," she said, and Lily looked over and grunted at her.


"Yes, Lily."

"I'll take her home," he said, shrinking the book again. "Tell Neville and Ginny I'll be by after she wakes up."

"Love you," she said, giving him a quick kiss. "Have a nice nap, sweetheart."

Harry grabbed for his daughter's hand and took her out of the hospital. Hermione let out a sigh as she leaned back in her seat.

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked, as he and Luna finally arrived in the hospital. Molly and Arthur came in after them.

"He took Lily home for her nap. We'll come back later."

"What are they saying? Do you know?"

"She's about to have the baby."

"That was quick," Ron remarked.

"Some labors are," Molly said.

"He's going to be a feisty thing," he told his wife, who nodded in agreement.

"He sure will be," Luna said, smiling at him.

"You said the same thing about Lily," Hermione said, looking at him.

"Have you seen your daughter?"

She gave him a look. "She's her father's daughter."

"That's the truth," he said, nodding in agreement. Hermione smiled and shook her head.

"Here we go, Lily," Harry said, helping Lily into her bed. She gave him a sad look, and he knew exactly what she was trying to do. "You may have your mummy's eyes, but you can't use them to manipulate me. It's naptime."

"Daddy!" she cried, and he shook his head.

"Lay down," he said. She did.

"Where's Padfoot?" she asked, looking around.

"I think he's downstairs. I'll go get him," he said, standing up. He quickly went downstairs and found the black plush dog sitting on the couch. He grabbed for it and returned to her room, a small smile forming on his face by the look that appeared on hers. He pulled the book out and resized it, starting from the beginning.

It was Hermione's favorite childhood book.

Alice in Wonderland.

Just a little over halfway through the story, Lily's soft breathing filled the room. He closed the book and softly kissed her head, covering her up with her blanket. He then turned and walked out of the room and to the kitchen, starting the dishes they didn't get a chance to clean earlier.

'Not much,' he thought, looking around. He finished the dishes and put them away before turning to the living room. He sat on the couch and threw his legs over the coffee table, reaching for the paper that Hermione had left there this morning.

And, as he read through the paper, he felt his eyes beginning to droop. He laid his head against the back of the couch and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

"He's here!" Neville said, appearing in the waiting room. Everyone stood up. "Joshua's here."

"Congratulations, mate," Ron said, clapping his back.

"Can we see him?"

"Yeah," he said, as though the thought just occurred to him. "Right this way."

They followed him back to their room, and awed at the baby held in Ginny's arms.

"Hi, everyone," she replied, smiling at them.

"He's beautiful," Hermione said, taking the baby from Ginny. "I can't tell who he looks like more."

"He looks like Neville to me," Luna said, cooing at the baby.

"I agree," Ron said, standing next to her.

"Where's Harry and Lily?"

"He took her back home for her nap. We'll come by later so they can see him."

"She's going to love her cousin Joshua," Ginny said, leaning back in her bed.

"When he's big enough to play with her, of course. Victorie isn't quite there yet," she replied with a laugh, handing Joshua to Molly.

"She's going to have plenty of cousins running around soon enough," Molly replied with a laugh, "and she's the oldest of them all."

"Technically Teddy is, but pretty close."

"Do you have Teddy for the holiday?" Arthur asked Hermione, who nodded in agreement.

"We sure do. Andromeda is coming to your Christmas dinner, and we'll pick him up there. We get him for a few days. Lily will be so happy."

"She gets cuter as she gets older," Luna said with a smile.

"She has her moments."

"She's been refusing to nap at our house," Molly said.

"She's in the "no" phase. She thinks she can get away with everything right now. Harry and I are working on it."

Joshua started crying, and Arthur gave him back to Ginny. She lightly bounced him in her arms.

"I think he's hungry."

"We'll give you some privacy," Luna said, and everyone turned to walk out.

"I'm going home to check on Harry and Lily," Hermione said. "We'll be back soon."

"Thank you for coming," she said, smiling up at her.

"We wouldn't miss this. If Lily wouldn't be such a grump if she didn't nap, we would have let her stay up today."

"She is never like that."

"If you say so," she replied with a laugh. "He is beautiful. Congratulations."

"Thank you," she said, looking back down at her son. "I think he does look like Neville."

"You think?" he asked, leaning over to look at him.

"I do."

"I'll give you some privacy. We'll be back soon."

"Bye, Hermione," they said together, and she turned to walk out of the room.

She said goodbye to everyone in the waiting room before walking out of the hospital and appariting home. She walked into the living room and smiled at Harry, who was snoring softly on the couch. She walked over to him and gently shook him awake, holding back a laugh when he jumped back in surprise.

"Tired much?" she asked, watching as he rubbed his eyes and sat up on the couch.

"I'm exhausted lately."

"You're working full-time and taking care of Lily. It's going to wear you down."

"You're doing the same and you don't look tired."

"Trust me, I'm very tired. Lily's taking her nap why don't we take one as well?"

He nodded, and they walked up to the master bedroom, falling asleep the moment they fell onto their bed.

"Are you ready to see your cousin Joshua?" Hermione asked Lily, as they walked through the hospital. She nodded.

"I'm feeling a little more awake now," Harry said, and she nodded in agreement.

"So am I."

They stopped at Neville and Ginny's room and knocked, waiting for a response. They opened the door when they got one.

"Hi there," Neville said.

"Look at him," Harry said, taking the baby from Ginny when she held him out to him. "He's bigger than I thought he would be."

"Trust me, I know," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Delivering him hurt."

"It hurts so much, but it is so worth it," Hermione said, kissing Lily's head. "I'll never forget the day I held this one in my arms."

"I won't, either," she said, looking over at her son.

"And Luna's the next one."

"Not for a while. She just found out last month."

"I can only imagine how Ron will take that."

"He'll be a great father," Hermione said, and Harry nodded in agreement.

"He sure will be."

Harry sat down next to Lily and showed her Joshua. "This is your cousin Joshua."

"Hi, Joshua!" she said, waving to him. Neville and Ginny smiled.

"She's getting too big."

"We know," Hermione said sadly, playing with Lily's hair. "Where did the time go?"

Harry gave the baby back to Neville to be changed. "We did have her early, love."

Neville cooed at his son. "This one of the happiest days of my life."

"What's the other?" Ginny asked, smiling at him.

"Our wedding day."

Hermione smiled at Harry. He smiled back at her.

"Since we won't be able to see you, happy anniversary," she said, smiling at them.

"Thank you," they echoed.

"Anything special going on?"

"Not that I'm aware of," she replied, looking over at Harry. He shrugged.

"I don't have anything planned."

"That's usually code for I do have something planned and you'll find out when you find out."

He shrugged again. Ginny smiled at him.

"He's definitely got something planned."

"Oh, I know," she said with a smile. "I haven't figured it out yet."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"All I know for certain is that we're having dinner with my parent's tomorrow night."

"We'll be having dinner here," Neville said with a grin. Harry chuckled.

"Sounds fun."

"I'm happy he came before the holiday," Ginny said, taking the baby from Neville. "We may be spending it in a hospital, but at least we get to spend it with him."

"It's a great feeling," Hermione said, rubbing Lily's head.

"It sure is," Harry repeated, smiling at his wife and daughter.

Christmas Eve morning arrived, and Hermione was the first to wake for it. She sat up in her bed and stretched, turning her head to her husband.

'Lazy,' she thought with a smile, looking at him as he was sprawled across their bed. She got out and walked to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and dressing herself as she did so.

After she was dressed and ready for the day, she walked out of the bedroom and quietly into Lily's, seeing that her daughter was playing with the black plush dog that Neville and Ginny had gotten her when she was a baby.

"Good morning," she said with a smile, going over to Lily's closet.


"We're going to see Grandma Melinda and Grandpa Joseph tonight," she said, picking an outfit out.

"Grandma and grandpa?" she asked, clutching the dog to her chest.

"Ready to get dressed?" she asked, and Lily nodded. She removed her pajamas, and Hermione immediately felt sad by how big Lily had become.

"You're getting too big," she said, helping Lily put her clothes on.

"I'm a big girl!"

"Yes, you are. Go use the loo," she said, and they walked into the bathroom.

After they finished in the bathroom, they walked downstairs to the living room, and Hermione stopped in her tracks by what was waiting for her on the coffee table.

"What is this?" she asked, looking at the vase of roses. "Lily, I think daddy left me a surprise. Want to help mummy figure it out?"

"Yeah!" she cried. Hermione bent down next to her.

"Let's see here. There are eleven roses. Six are red and five are pink."

She stared at them for a minute, the realization dawning on her. She smiled. "Eleven roses, because daddy and I have known each other for eleven years. The red roses are the six years we spent together as friends. The pink ones represent the five years that we've been together."

"Daddy!" Lily said, pointing behind her. She turned around.

"It's always fun being married to the brightest witch of our age," Harry said, walking up to her. She smiled.

"This was a surprise."

"I see you figured it out," he replied with a smile.

"Eleven roses because we met in 1991. There are six red roses. We were friends from 1991 to 1997. There are five pink roses. We were married in 1997 to now, Christmas Eve, 2002."

"I still have one more," he said, pulling a white flower out from behind his back.

A lily.

"A lily for our Lily," he said, giving the flower to his wife.

"Ron's right. You've turned soft," she replied, smelling the flower.

"That's why he spoils Luna on a constant basis."

"Lily," she said, calling her daughter over to her. She stuck the flower behind her ear. "Can you say pretty?"

"Pretty!" she said, reaching up to touch the flower.

"Happy anniversary, love," he said, leaning down to give her a kiss.

"Five years together. I can't believe it."

"Neither can I."

"Dinner with my parents tonight, then the family dinner at the Weasley's tomorrow."

"I can't wait for tomorrow morning," he said, rubbing Lily's head.

"Neither can I," she replied, moving the vase out of way. "She'll be so thrilled."

She put the flowers onto the kitchen table and smiled, feeling loved. Harry picked Lily up and threw her over his shoulder, letting out a grin as she squealed with laughter.

"Let's get you some breakfast, princess," he said, putting her back onto the floor. He moved to make her a plate while she climbed into her chair. Hermione pulled her sippy out of the refrigerator and gave it to her.

"It's sad that Neville and Ginny have to spend their Christmas in the hospital."

"They also have a son to celebrate with. It'll be a nice holiday for them."

"It sure will be."

He gave the plate to Lily and fixed his own, watching as Hermione grabbed some toast and sat down across from him.

"Not hungry this morning?"

She shrugged. "I don't want to eat a lot today."

"She doesn't feel the same way," he said, gesturing to their daughter, and who working on her plate. Hermione smiled.

"She's hungry."

The fireplace went off and Luna stepped out followed by Ron. Hermione stood up and made them plates.

"Morning mate, Luna."

"Good morning," they echoed. Luna sat next to Lily.

"Any plans today?"

"We're seeing my father for dinner tonight."

Harry noticed the look on Ron's face and let out a smirk. "Sounds great."

"Happy anniversary, by the way," she said.

"Thank you," Harry and Hermione echoed.

"You have a little bump," she said to Luna, who rubbed her stomach.

"We actually have some news," she said, smiling at her husband.

"We're having twins."

"Are you serious?" Hermione asked, her eyes widening in surprise. He nodded.

"Sure am. It's still too early to tell the gender, though."

"Congratulations!" she said, wrapping her arms around both of them.

"Thank you."

"Congratulations," Harry echoed, smiling at them. "That's going to be a challenge."

"Oh, we know," she said, rubbing her stomach again. "We're more than ready for it."

"We're not babysitting," Harry said with a grin. Hermione rolled her eyes playfully.

"Correction: he's babysitting and I'm not."

Ron laughed. "Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione will babysit for us. We know it."

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked Luna, who shrugged in response.

"I'm ok. This morning sickness is horrible."

"I got that a lot when I was pregnant, too. It'll get better."

"Are you done, Lily?" Harry asked, looking over at her plate. She nodded.

"Can I play?"

"You can go play," Hermione said, watching as her husband stood up and cleaned up. Lily got out of her seat and ran to the living room.

"Are you doing anything for your anniversary?"

Hermione shook her head. "Not really. We don't even exchange presents until tomorrow."

"Five years. That has to be exciting."

"I can't believe it was five years ago today that Hermione and I went to Godric's Hollow and we somehow got married."

"I thought I had lost you that day," she replied, grabbing for his hand.

He pulled her hand up to his face and kissed her rings. She smiled at him.

"We've only been together for a year and this one is driving me crazy," Ron said, grinning at his wife. She glared at him.

"Is there any possible way for these kids to come out of him?"

"Unfortunately not," Hermione replied with a laugh.

"Just do what I do, Luna, and punch him in the shoulder."

"If only," she replied with a smile. "Lily is talking so well."

"Yes, she is. Molly, Arthur, Harry and I have been working with her. She loves to read and loves to learn new things."

"I bet you can't guess where that came from," he replied with a grin, taking a drink. She smiled.

"My mum and dad said I was just like that when I was her age."

"I can only imagine," Ron replied, shaking his head. "You were a nightmare at Hogwarts."

"Be nice," Luna said, slapping his chest.

"It's fine," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "I would have rather been a nightmare than a slacker."

"She's my favorite nightmare," Harry said, grinning as he did so. She gave him a look, but couldn't stop a smile from forming.

"You are such an arse."

"Look, daddy!" Lily said, running back into the kitchen. She showed Harry her drawing.

"Beautiful," he said, looking at it. "I say this deserves a spot on the refrigerator."

"I agree," Hermione said, standing up. She put the picture onto the refrigerator. "Very pretty, Lily."

Lily stared at the picture for a minute before disappearing again. Hermione smiled as she sat down next to Harry again.

"We should be going," Luna said, looking at the time. "Thank you for breakfast."


"See you tomorrow at dinner?"

"Of course," Harry said, standing up.

"We'll see you then," Ron said, before he and Luna said goodbye to Lily and disappeared in the flames.

"You look beautiful, Lily," Hermione said, smoothing out her daughter's dress. Lily twirled, giggling as she did so.

"It's pretty."

"It is pretty," she replied, putting her hair into a ponytail. She smiled as she watched her daughter twirl again.

"Are we ready?" Harry asked, peeking his head into the room.

"Doesn't she look pretty, daddy?"

"Beautiful," he said, bending down next to her. "We have a very beautiful daughter."

"We sure do," she said, kissing Lily's head. "Let's go see grandma and grandpa."

Harry grabbed Lily's hand and took off towards the fireplace. They disappeared in the flames and reappeared in The Granger's living room.

"Hi, mum, dad," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around her parents.

"Hello, Hermione. Hello, Harry. Merry Christmas Eve."

"Merry Christmas Eve," Harry echoed back.

"You're getting so big!" Joseph said, kissing Lily's head.

"Grandpa!" she cried when he started tickling her sides.

"Want to me help finish dinner?" Melinda asked Hermione, smiling at her husband.

"Of course," she replied, following her mother into the kitchen.

"How have you been?"

"We've been good."

"Happy anniversary."

"Thank you."

"Grandma!" Lily said, running into the kitchen.

"There's my granddaughter!" she said, giving her a hug. "You are getting so big."

"And she still looks and acts like her father to this day," Hermione replied with a smile. "The only thing this kid got from me is her eyes."

"She's intelligent, just like her mother," Harry said, walking into the kitchen. He wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and kissed her head. Joseph followed behind him and tried to take Lily's plush dog away from her. A smile grew on his face as he heard his daughter's laughter.

"When are we getting another one?" Melinda asked, and Hermione gave her mother a look.

"When Harry and I decide we're ready."

"Lily wants a little brother or sister."

"She likes being an only child."

Harry chuckled. Melinda gave her daughter a defeated look before turning to the stove. Harry pulled Lily's sippy out and gave it to her. She took a drink from it before disappearing down the hall.

"Joseph, will you slice the ham?" Melinda asked, and he nodded and went over to the oven. Harry helped Hermione set the table before taking off to find Lily. They joined everyone at the table, and he fixed her a plate before fixing his own, sitting next to Hermione.

"Thank you for dinner," Hermione said, hugging her parents.

"Merry Christmas, and have a happy anniversary."

"Thank you," Harry said, also giving them a hug.

"Merry Christmas, Lily," Joseph said, giving his granddaughter a hug.

"Merry Christmas," Melinda said, also giving her a hug.

"Let us know when you're wanting to have dinner again."

"We will," Melinda said, nodding to her. They said their goodbyes before they disappeared in the emerald flames.

"Ok, Lily, it's time to get ready for bed."

"No!" she cried, looking up at her mother with a sad expression on her face.

"Yes, it is. Let's go."

She pouted her lip and followed her parents upstairs. They changed her into her pajamas and tucked her into bed. Harry pulled a book out and started to read to her, watching as her little brown eyes began to close. When she was sound asleep he closed the book and bent down to kiss her head.

"Goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, Lily," Hermione whispered, also kissing her head. They blew out the candle and walked out of the room, turning to one another as they did so.

"It's still our anniversary."

"There's a bottle of firewhiskey in the kitchen. Meet me in the living room."

His eyes lit up as they both returned downstairs. She plopped onto the couch and watched as he disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes before returning.

"Happy anniversary," he said, handing her a glass of firewhiskey.

"Happy anniversary, love."

"Five years. I still can't believe it."

"Five wonderful years with you."

"Did you like your surprise this morning?"

"I certainly did."

"Then you'll really like your presents tomorrow," he replied with a grin.

"I think you'll like yours, too."

"What'd you get me?"

"You can find out tomorrow."

"Well, then, so can you," he replied, finishing his glass. He poured himself another.

"I can't believe how much times have changed."

"Neither can I."

She finished her own and poured herself another, staring at the family portrait of the day Lily was born. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and she and put her legs up on the couch and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I want to say, Harry, that the last five years have been great. Granted we got together after we were married, but still."

He laughed. "I agree, and look at all we've accomplished since then."

"We have done a lot."

She reached over to put her glass down, closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. He leaned down and kissed her head, and she smiled up at him. She reached up and pushed his hair out of his face, running her fingertips across his skin as she did so.

"I love you," she whispered, pressing her hands against his face. He put his own glass on the table and rested his hands on her hips.

"I love you, too."

He leaned down and pressed their lips together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, pressing their lips back together the moment it was off. His hands slipped under her shirt and rested on her hips, tracing her skin with his thumbs.

"Oh, Harry," she breathed out when his lips moved to her neck. She traced her nails down his back, grinding their hips together.

"Let's go to bed, Hermione," he said, his voice husky with desire. She nodded, and they raced upstairs, closing their bedroom door behind them.

The feeling of a pair of lips pressing against hers woke Hermione up the next morning. She smiled against them before he pulled away, and she opened her eyes to see him looking down at her.

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas. Last night was fun."

"It sure was," he replied with a grin.

She sat up in the bed and stretched, shivering as his fingers traced her bare back.

"She'll be awake soon," he said, moving to get out of the bed.

"Better get ready, then," she said with a smirk, laying back down in the bed. He moved to her side of the bed and looked down at her, raising an eyebrow as he did so.

"Wasn't it you that said we were a team?"

"Except when I'm tired."

"It doesn't work that way," he said, bending down. He picked her up and grinned as she let out a screech and started pounding on his back.

"Put me down!"


"Rude," she said, giving him a look. He pressed his hands against her cheeks and placed his lips on hers.

"Race you to the shower."

"Already there, love," she said, backing into the bathroom. He smirked as he followed her.

"I think that's all of it," Hermione said sometime later, looking through their closet.

"I can't wait to see her face."

"Neither can I," she replied with a smile.

They walked downstairs and put their presents under the tree. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her head, feeling incredibly happy.

"Shall we go get her?"

"We shall," she replied with a smile, and they turned to walk back up the stairs.

"Are we ready?" he asked outside of Lily's room, and she nodded. He opened the door and peeked his head in, smiling as he saw his daughter rummaging through her toys.

"Merry Christmas, Lily!" they said together.

"Merry Christmas!" she said, running into her father's waiting arms.

"We have a surprise for you downstairs," Hermione said, kissing her head.

She used the loo before they all went downstairs, and Lily's eyes grew huge as she saw what was under the tree. Harry and Hermione smiled at each other.

"Daddy is going to hand the presents out," Hermione said, sitting on the floor. Lily sat next to her, and Harry gave her the first present.

"Merry Christmas, princess."

"What is it?" she asked, helping Lily tear off the wrapping. They opened the box and she pulled out a stuffed quaffle toy, her eyes widening in happiness.

"It's a quaffle!"

"It sure is," he replied, rubbing her head. "Here is mummy's present from me."

"What'd you get me?" she asked, smiling at him. He handed her a small package, and she tore off the wrapping and opened the box, her mouth falling open by its content.

"You shouldn't have," she said, pulling the bracelet out.

"I did."

"It's beautiful," she said, running her finger across the silver band. "Thank you."

"Merry Christmas, and happy anniversary," he said, leaning over to give her a kiss.

"Now it's time for yours," she said, looking through the gifts. She pulled one out and handed it to him. "Merry Christmas, and happy anniversary."

He tore the wrapping off and opened the box, taking the present out.

"Nice!" he said, running his hands over the two pieces of fabric. "What made you think of this?"

"Just seeing you and her on the broom together warms my heart. I figured you would like these."

"I love them," he said, looking over the two red robes that read Harry and Lily. "Thank you, love."

"Let see what else Lily got," she said, as he looked through the gifts again. They spent the next several minutes giving gifts, and Harry and Hermione smiled at Lily's reactions to each one.

"Time for Christmas morning breakfast," Hermione said, getting up off the floor.

"Pancakes?" Lily asked, her eyes widening.

"What do you say?" Harry said.

"Can I have pancakes, please?"

"Yes, you may," her mother said with a smile. "The apple didn't fall far from the tree, love."

"We love pancakes," he replied with a grin. She smiled.

"I'm going to make breakfast. You two have fun."

"No," he said, standing up as well. "It's my turn, and I won't hear any arguments."

"You're not getting any," she replied with a laugh. He gave her a smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Do you like your presents?"

"I love them!" she exclaimed, grabbing for her toy wand. "Thank you, mummy."

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she said, kissing her head.

She pulled her bracelet back up to her face and smiled at it, loving the present that he had gotten for her.

"Look at what daddy got mummy," she said, showing Lily the bracelet.


"Glad you like it!" Harry called from the kitchen.

"I don't hear a lot of cooking going on in there!"

"I'm working on it!"

"Work faster. We're hungry!"

"You always want something," he called back, and she rolled her eyes, but a smile was set onto her face.

"Your daddy's silly."

Lily started waving her wand around, and her smile grew bigger. She stood up and pulled her own wand out, causing puffs of smoke to come out of them. Lily giggled and started to grab for them.

"You will forever be your father's daughter," she replied with a laugh. "I love you so much, Lily."

"I love you, mummy," she said, giving her mother a hug.

"It's a pajama day, isn't it?" she asked, winking at her. "Want to go help daddy make breakfast?"

Lily nodded, and they walked into the kitchen. Harry smiled at them before he set the bowl with the muffin mixture onto the table, watching as his daughter climbed into her mother's lap and started to stir it.

"Good job," he said, kissing her head. "How did I get so lucky to have been blessed with a beautiful wife and daughter?"

"After everything we've been through, we deserve to have a beautiful future," Hermione replied, smiling at him.

"We sure do." He then picked Lily up and walked over to the stove, watching as Hermione filled the muffin tins and put them into the oven. She started on the bacon while he began to cook the pancakes, smiling at her daughter.

"Almost time for breakfast," she said, placing the bacon on a plate. Harry put the pancakes onto another one then started to make the eggs, letting Lily try a piece of a pancake.

"It is good?"

She nodded, finishing her piece quickly. He then put her down and she walked over to the table, climbing into the chair as she did so. They finished the eggs and pulled the muffins out of the oven.

"Ready, then?" he asked, and she nodded. They moved everything to the table, and Hermione got everyone drinks before joining her family at the table.

"Enjoy your breakfast," Harry said, giving Lily a plate. She dove right into her pancakes, and he ruffled her hair.

"Merry Christmas," Hermione said, raising her glass. He raised his own and clinked them together.

"Merry Christmas, love."

"Merry Christmas," Molly said, giving Lily a hug.

"Merry Christmas, grandma."

"Merry Christmas, Molly," Harry said, giving her a hug.

"It feels so weird without Neville and Ginny here," Hermione remarked, looking around as Molly turned her attention back to the stove. Harry looked at his watch.

"I'm sure they've been released already. They're exhausted, I'm sure."

"Harry!" a boy with green hair said, running up to his godfather. Harry grinned and picked him up, watching as his hair turned black and his eyes turned green.

"Merry Christmas, Teddy."

"Hi, Lily!" Teddy said, waving to her when Harry put him back onto the floor.

"Hi, Teddy!" she cried, hugging him.

Hermione smiled. "Best friends for life."

"Brother and sister, more like it," Harry replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"I can't believe how big they're getting."

"Too big too quick. I still remember when they could wrap their hands around my finger."

"Makes me miss having babies around," she said sadly, laying her head on his shoulder.

"We could always have another one," he replied softly, and she looked up at him.

"Do you want another baby?"

"Sometime soon," he replied with a shrug, and she smiled.

"So do I, but I don't think I'm ready to get pregnant again."

He pressed their lips together for a second before pulling away again. "Within the next year?"

"Within the next year, love," she whispered back to him before pressing their lips together again.

"I see he's found you," Andromeda said, smiling at them.

"He found us, all right," Harry said with a grin, looking back down at his children.

"He's been calling for Lily. I should bring him to Molly's more so he can play with her."

"She's always looking for a playmate."

"It's nice that they're close to the same age. They have somebody to play with."

Harry smiled as he watched Teddy and Lily chase after one another. He wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and kissed her head.

"About time you lot showed up," Ron said, walking up to them.

"It's odd, because we're normally waiting on you."

"Play nice," Hermione said with a smile.

"Uncle Ron!" Lily said, running up to him. He leaned down and picked her up.

"There's the future Quidditich star!"

Hermione closed her eyes. "My poor girl."

"She loves it," Harry replied with a grin. "Don't you, Lily?"

"Yeah!" she said, grinning at him.

"Harry, Hermione," Arthur said, walking up to them. "There's Miss. Lily!"

"Grandpa!" she said, giving him a hug.

"It's only been a few days and she acts like she hasn't seen anyone in three months," Harry said with a laugh, shaking his head.

"We love babysitting her," Arthur said, rubbing Lily's back. "It's amazing to see how much she grows."

"Now you'll have even more to babysit."

"Victoire, Joshua, and the other future Weasley," he said, gesturing towards Ron and Luna.

"You're going to have your hands full."

"We raised seven children. Not much of a challenge."

"Dinner is ready!" Molly called out, and everyone moved to the tables and sat down.

Harry turned to Hermione and smiled, and she smiled back. His mind started to race as he looked around and waited on his dinner.

Five years ago, he was being attacked by Niagini. Hermione saved his life, and in doing so, somehow bonded them. In five years they graduated Hogwarts, raised Lily and both received jobs in the Improper Use of Magic Office. They lived in his parent's former house, and were now talking about having another baby.

He's loved everything that the last five years have brought him.

"I love you," he whispered to Hermione, who turned back to him and smiled again. "You and Lily both."

"We love you, too," she whispered back, giving him a quick kiss. Lily giggled beside them, and they turned back to her and smiled.