A/N: So here's the epilogue to the story and I'm sorry to say that it's a relief for me to be done because I was seriously running out of ideas. It doesn't help that my effing muse decided to move away… I'm currently searching for a new one but it's hard to find good help these days.
Six Years Later
I laughed as I ran after the young boy. Said boy tripped and fell and immediately dissolved into tears. "Mommy!" The boy started screaming. I scooped the boy up in his arms and carried him into the house.
Hermione heard the wails and came to the door. "What happened this time Nicholas?" She asked as she lifted him from my arms.
"I felled." The two year old whimpered, showing his mother his grassy knee.
"Griffith?" A masculine voice called from the fireplace and I looked to find my husband's face in the flames. "Are you going to be home soon? Lainey wants you."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth I was bidding goodbye to Hermione and my nephew. If my little girl wanted the moon I'd take it down from the sky and hang it in her bedroom. Of course, she wasn't really ours but we had decided to adopt her after her parents had been killed by the revolt three years ago.
"Daddy!" The four year old yelled and I found my arms full of the dirty blond haired toddler not ten seconds after I stepped out of the father.
"Were you misbehaving for Father?" I asked, resting her against my hip as I walked to the kitchen. She shook her head. "Are you sure?" I asked and she nodded.
"She was being a right brat." Draco laughed, leaning against the counter. "Wouldn't stop crying until I called you."
"Why was that?" I asked the blue eyed angel in my arms.
"Cuz I missed you." She snuggled into my neck and hugged me tight.
"You know I was just over at your aunt and uncle's house." I told her. She nodded but didn't loosen her grip. I looked at Draco and we shared a stern look. It had been last year to the day when another revolt had started and she had almost been taken from us while I was at my father's house.