A/N: First of all, I want to apologize to everyone who is a fan of this story. My life went through a lot of changes over the past year or so. I purposely wrote Chapter 9 to be a pseudo-ending, just in case I couldn't finish this chapter. I tried writing this several times, but the muse seemed to have left. I re-wrote it, and re-wrote it, and now I think it's suitable to publish. Is it as good as the rest of the story? I don't think so. Not writing for a year can build up some writers rust on anyone. But I hope it is an enjoyable ending to this story. Thanks for reading and enjoying a little Vanilla!
Chapter 10: September 1st, 2017
Harry Potter sat in his new chair, nervous. His foot was tapping quickly, echoing throughout the hall. His hands were rubbing his face raw. He looked about, taking in the familiar surroundings. But this time, it was different. He knew that from now on, things were going to be up to him. He was alone, for now. As he leaned into the high-backed chair, he reflected on his life, and the events that had lead him to sitting in this chair, right here, right now.
"Push Mrs. Potter! Push!" yelled the medi-witch.
"I AM pushing you wench! Ahhhh!" Hermione screamed in agony. "Harry! I hate you! Why did I let you talk me out of the pain numbing potions!?!?!?"
Harry sat at her bedside, sweating profusely. He couldn't feel his hand. He surmised that he probably would never feel anything with his left hand ever again. He knew for sure, even though he was rubbish with healing spells, that every bone in his hand was crushed into nothing more than dust. But he sat there, trying his best to ignore the throbbing pain coming from the extremity. The only thing he was thankful for in that circumstance was his decision NOT to use his wand hand to comfort his wife.
"Hermione, love, I believe I tried talking you IN to using..."
"You didn't try hard enough you prat! Ahhhhhh!" Hermione unceremoniously cut him off.
Harry winced, knowing that his logical and rational explanation was lost on his screaming wife.
"Almost there Mrs. Potter! Mr. Potter, would you like to see your child being born?" the medi-witch asked calmly.
Harry, unsure what he would see, agreed. Hermione released his hand, and he shook it without thinking, trying to get some sort of feeling back in it. He walked behind the medi-witch, watching and waiting in nervous anticipation for the arrival of their child.
Being the savior of the wizarding world, Harry was expected to be able to face anything, without fear. So when Harry saw something peeking out of his wife, no one in the room expected him to bat an eyelash. Harry, on the other hand, had no such illusions of himself. When he saw his child begin to emerge from his wife, he did what every great and powerful man would.
The resulting crash sent half of the staff to tend after Harry. The largest medi-wizard in the room dragged him over to a chair, and sat him as upright as he could.
Hermione, mid-birthing, looked over at her unconscious husband, and glared. "You pansy! You wimp! Ahhhh!"
Several minutes later, the medi-wizard enervated Harry, and he woke up startled. He looked around the room, and noticed that the chaos that had engulfed the room was no longer there.
"Good to see you're awake, Mr. Potter. Your wife was gracious enough to tell us the name you had picked before she passed out. Let me be the first to congratulate you on your son, James Sirius Potter, born at 5:28pm, on April 30th, 2003."
Harry smiled, thinking of his eldest child. He was entering his fourth year at Hogwarts. The young man looked like the perfect combination of Harry and Hermione, which meant young James looked a lot like his paternal grandfather and namesake. The messy-black hair, tall, slender build, and smart as a whip. The only difference between Harry's son and Harry's father, was that the son had the same chocolate-colored eyes as his mother.
James tended to take after his mother in many ways, but had his father's love of Quidditch. He was in line for Gyffindor prefect in his fifth year, and was the Quidditch team's star chaser.
For James' 11th birthday, Harry gave him what is to this day his favorite gift: a Weasley Whisper X. The Weasley Whisper X was quite simply the fastest broom ever made. No broom on the market could compete with its top speed, quick acceleration, and ability to turn on a knut. All of that however, was not what made the broom special to James. What James loved about the broom was the inscription on the handle: "To James, may the next Potter fly faster than the last, Love Uncle Ron".
There is something to be said about the bond between father and daughter. This was certainly evident in the relationship between Harry and his only little girl, Lily Rose Potter, his second child.
On June 24th, 2004, little Lily Potter came screaming into the world, and her mouth hadn't closed since. She was the fastest to walk, fastest to talk, first to finish Hogwarts: A History. Lily took mostly after her mother; brown-bushy hair, insatiable love of books, no talent for Quidditch, and stubborn as a mule. Her only discernible trait she had inherited from her father was the bright, emerald eyes.
Lily was now entering her third year. Hermione was always afraid that Lily would follow too closely in her own footsteps, and feel like an outcast because of her intelligence when she came to Hogwarts. But all those fears were for not, as Lily fit right in as a student. At first, there were a lot of girls who wanted to be her friend because her last name was Potter. Lily, however, saw right through the fakers. She formed a couple of true friendships, like her mother had, with two boys. She always said she got on better with boys, "Because I have to deal with them at home, and most girls are into fashion and gossip. Ugh! And let's not even talk about the Weasley's!"
Harry chuckled, as memories of his daughter were going on in his thoughts. Much like her aunt, Helena Granger, Lily had the most famous wizard alive wrapped around her finger. With every batting of her eyelashes, Harry's willpower would melt on the spot, and whatever little Lily wanted, she usually got.
The door to the side chamber of the Great Hall slowly creaked open, and crept in Professor Hermione Potter. She saw her husband sitting down, apparently deep in thought, and decided to walk over to him. Her steps echoed throughout the empty hall, but Harry didn't seem to notice. When she was close to him, she reached out her hand and touched his shoulder.
Caught unaware, Harry flinched, and looked sharply to his left. What he saw was the smiling face of his wife. He clutched his chest, feigning a heart attack.
"Hermione! I'm getting too old for that! Merlin be damned!"
"Oh, knock it off 'old man'" Hermione replied mockingly, using air quotations around "old man". "The students are almost here. Is it alright if I send the staff in? I have to go and address the first years before they come in. I'm excited to see where the twins end up."
"Ya, me too. I bet that George and Angelina are expecting them to be in Gryffindor. Fred I'm sure will be, but Roxanne? She might be a Ravenclaw. Reminds me a bit of the Patil's."
"Oh ya, a Weasley not in Gryffindor? And what are the chances of that happening?" Hermione replied, chuckling as she spoke.
Harry laughed along with her, realizing that she was right. "I suppose you're right. Again," he said, smiling. "Can't wait until little Mammy gets sorted next year."
Hermione huffed, exasperated with her husband. "You know he hates it when you call him Mammy. Mamillius is his name, just like my name is not Hermy, its Hermione. Honestly, Harry!"
Mamillius Ronald Potter was born April 2nd, 2007. The youngest child, and second son, of the Potters, was easily the shyest among them. Even growing up with lots of friends, he still kept to himself. He inherited Hermione's brown hair and brown eyes, but his hair was as wild as Harry's. He liked to read, but not as much as Lily. He liked to play Quidditch, but wasn't as good as James. Of all the kids growing up, it was Mamillius who liked Muggle technology the most. His mother started his fascination when she gave him a handheld video game device for his birthday when he was 6.
"I know, I know," Harry said, putting his hands up in defeat. "Anyway, send in the staff. Send in Victoire and Mr. Wood as well, please."
"Of course, Headmaster," Hermione replied, smirking, as she walked towards the entrance to the Great Hall, her footsteps echoing loudly.
Harry sat there glaring at her, in a non-malicious way, for her flippant use of the term "Headmaster". He was still getting used to the title. The former Headmistress, Pomona Sprout, had hand-picked Harry to be her successor. He tried on several occasions to get her to choose someone else, but Harry changed his mind when all the other professors refused to take up the position. His first action as Headmaster was to make Hermione the Deputy Headmistress; not that was a surprise to any of the other professors.
Much to Harry's disappointment, he was forced to give up his duties as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Teaching, he discovered, was one of his great passions, along with his family, and flying. He did, however, promise himself that he would still teach the Practical Defense lab that he had started many years ago. At the time, it was a radical thought to have a separate time for a practical application of DADA. But since he introduced it his first year as a professor, all the students had loved it.
The doors to the Great Hall swung open, and the staff walked in. Harry made eye contact with most of the staff. He smiled at his long-time friend and colleague, Herbology Professor Neville Longbottom, and his first friend, Professor Rubeus Hagrid. Hagrid now taught a N.E.W.T. level class, specializing in dangerous beasts, which was separate from the normal Care of Magical Creatures class. He nodded at the other members of the staff, which included some hold-over's from when Harry was a student, and some which had been hired after he had. There was one professor however that was new to Hogwarts, at least in a teacher capacity. She was his replacement as DADA professor, and she was Harry's first hire, former Auror-Captain Rose Zeller.
Following the professors were Head Boy and Girl, Charlie Wood and Victoire Weasley. Harry waved over the two, and smiled at them. "Hello to the new Head Boy and Girl."
"Hello, Uncle Harry. Nervous?" Victoire, the vivacious blonde, asked.
Harry chuckled at his niece-in-all-but-blood. "Ya, a little V. How are you?"
"Good. I know I've got big shoes to fill. Helena raised the bar for us all."
"She did indeed. How's the family, Charlie?"
"Good, Professor. Dad says hi, and that the invitation to any game you want to go to still stands."
"Thanks. I still think Ollie holds it against me that I turned him down after the'08 Quidditch World Cup."
Charlie laughed, and replied, "Dad still loves to tell the tale. Any time he has some Firewhiskey in him, you can't stop him from regaling us about the story of the greatest seeker he every played with, the great Harry Potter. I can't tell you how many times I've heard about the '08 World Cup and how you came out of retirement for it. 'First time in 100 years England's won the Cup!' dad would always say at end the story."
Harry laughed with the lad. "And I can't tell you how many times Ollie tried to sign me to Puddlemere after that. I seriously considered it, but I loved teaching too much. Anyway, I'll be making a big announcement after the feast. It may not be liked by some people, but I think it's necessary. I want you two to be my liaison to the students. I'll talk to you two privately after the feast about it."
The Head Boy and Girl looked at each other, and nodded. "I don't think that will be a problem, Uncle Harry. Anything that you believe in and want to implement, we'll support you," Victoire said while Charlie nodded in agreement.
"Wonderful. I see the rest of the students are coming in. I'll let you two go be with your friends. Enjoy the feast."
The two students smiled, and went straight to the Gryffindor table. Soon, Hermione led the first years into the Great Hall, and the sorting ceremony commenced. Harry wasn't paying too much attention to the specific students until the end.
A mocha-skinned, dark red-haired little boy walked up to the stool, and Hermione plopped the Sorting Hat onto the boys head. Almost immediately, the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Young Fred ripped off the Hat, and raced to sit down with all his friends and cousins. Hermione had one more name to read: "Weasley, Roxanne!"
Roxanne, who looked like a spitting image of Angelina, walked quickly, barely able to contain her excitement, and sat on the stool, where Hermione put the hat on her head. With Roxanne, the Hat took a long time to decide before settling on "GRYFFINDOR!"
As Roxanne ran over to sit next to her brother, Harry looked over to the Lion's table, and saw many familiar faces cheering. He saw his own children, James and Lily, along with the new lions. With them were: Bill and Fleur's children: Victoire, the Head Girl, Dominique, a 5th year female prefect, and Louie, a 2nd year; Percy and Audrey's children: Molly, a 3rd year, and Lucy, a 2nd year; Ron and Padma's children: Harry Arthur, a 6th year, Anandi Hermione, a 4th year, and Ranak Charles, a 3rd year.
After Hermione sat next to Harry, the feast began. Soon, the sounds of chattering voices were ringing throughout the hall; clanking forks and spoons, laughter and giggling. After a while, the voices grew louder, which seemed to signal the end of eating. Taking a deep breath, Harry stood up, and walked to the podium. When he did, all the sound that was bouncing off the walls suddenly stopped. All eyes became transfixed on the new Headmaster.
"First of all, I'd like to welcome all the returning students back, and to the new students, a warm welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry was interrupted by a thunderous, spontaneous applause. A slight tinge of pink graced Harry's cheeks at the sound of clapping. He swallowed nervously, and soon the noise died down, and he continued.
"My name is Harry Potter, and I am the new Headmaster here. I am humbled to be in this position, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure each and every student that passes through these hallowed halls receives the best education possible. To that end, I am implementing a new educational program.
"All Muggle-born and Muggle-raised students will be enrolled in a mandatory class to help integrate them into the magical world. All students who were raised in a magical family with be enrolled in a mandatory class to educate them about Muggle culture. It is my hope that through these new classes, our society will grow closer together. I'm sure that there will be some resistance to this, but I want everyone to go into this with an open mind, and a willingness to try."
Throughout the hall, there was a mixture of different reactions. Some were nodding in agreement, some seemed passive about it, and a slight minority seemed opposed to it. The memories of the last war were still prevalent all around them. The prejudice against the Muggles and the Muggle-born, plus the belief in blood supremacy were blamed for the last war. The past 20 years had done a lot to heal those wounds, but there was little progress in the society.
"We'll be explaining the program in more detail in the coming days, so if you have questions, any of the professors, or the Head Boy and Girl, will be available to answer those questions.
"We also have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, an ex-Auror-Captain, Ms. Rose Zeller. Welcome back to Hogwarts, Professor," Harry said as he turned and smiled at the new teacher. Professor Zeller waved as there was a spattering of applause.
"Anyway, enough of the ramblings of an old man. Let us begin another wonderful year at Hogwarts!" And with a loud cheer, all the students arose from their seats and made their way to their dorms.
After the students and most of the staff left, Harry and Hermione were walking to the Headmaster's office and idly chatting, when Hermione pulled a piece of parchment out of her robes. "Did you see this, Harry?"
Harry cocked his eyebrow, took the parchment, and opened it. As he read it, a broad smile crept on his face.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Granger,
Would like to announce the wedding of their daughter,
Helena Abigail Granger,
To the love of her life and fine young man,
Ted Remus Lupin,
On Sunday, October 22nd, 2017, at St. Michael & All Angels Church of England Church, Laughton, England, at 12:00pm.
Harry turned to his wife and kissed her on the cheek. "I guess the sons of the Marauders can't help but fall for Granger girls."
Hermione smiled. "Indeed. It's amazing to think that they've been dating for three years. I think Remus and Tonks would be proud of the way Teddy's grown up. He's such a charming young man. I don't know where he could have possibly learned it from!" she said teasingly.
"Me either," Harry responded casually before Hermione swatted him in the shoulder. "Ready to go talk to the Head Boy and Girl?"
Hermione nodded, and the two of them walked to the Headmasters office. Harry ran his hands through his now salt-'n-pepper hair, revealing the lightning bolt scar that he was famous for. His finger ran over it out of habit, tracing it from bottom to top. He smiled, as the scar had not pained him in over nineteen years, and all was well.
A/N part two. Well, I hope you like it. There are some things I'd like to say, now that this story has come to a completion, and some big thank you's.
First off, yes, I fully understood when I came up with Helena's name that her initials were H.A.G. I thought it was quite humorous, and I think it fit with the Granger genes that they have an interesting idea of how to name things. And if you're wondering, Mamillius is Hermione's son in "A Winter's Tale". I wanted something different, and I have yet to see that one!
To The Oh So Bored One: Thank you for being my beta for this story. You caught so many things I missed in these chapters; I was almost embarrassed to send them to you.
To born-literate: Thank you for your support while writing this story, hope you like the last chapter!
To everyone who reviewed: Thank you! You're all awesome! In the truest sense!
To old-crow: Thank you for your reviews, kind words, and inspiration. No Thanks, Thank you Ms. Bones, and An Inconvenient Truth are three of my favorite stories.
To witowsmp: Thank you for your reviews, honesty, and inspiration. I love Harry McGonagall, The Time Meddlers, and so many of your other stories! Reading your stories helped me find my muse again so that I could finish this story.
To Seel'vor: Thank you for your wonderful stories, HP and the Quantum Leap, The Real Us, and all your one-shots are amazing to read. I'm ashamed to admit that I'm a part of your group on Yahoo, and I love reading all the comments, but I just lurk. Please forgive me. Reading all your stories helped get me back in the writing mode, and helped me give off my ass and finish this story. Thank you.
To chem prof: Quite possibly the best writer I've read on here. Your stories inspired me from the beginning. Hermione's Plan, The Road Not Taken, Notebooks and Letters, and all the others are masterpieces to me. Thank you for helping get me back on track with my own story through your own excellent writing.
Now that this story is done, I don't know if I'll write more. I have a story idea, and if anyone wants to take it and run with it, then by all means! I'll be posting it as a one-shot, and if I feel the tug to write it all out, then I will. All I ask is if you want to use it as a springboard, I'd like a little shout out when you post it.
Thank you , and good day!