Nine Years Later

A five month pregnant Hannah stood in the kitchen as she chopped some vegetables for a salad. She hummed a song she her mother used to sing to her when she was just a child and looked up and out the large kitchen window just in time to see her husband Harry, and their seven year old daughter, Lily, zoomed by on Harry's broom.

Hannah chuckled to herself. Lily was so much like her father. There was no doubt in her mind that when she went to Hogwarts, she would end up playing for whatever house she was sorted in.

From the living room, she heard the sound of the floo flare up and checked the clock.

"Right on time," she said as she set down the knife and wiped her hands on a dish towel as she walked into the living room just in time to see Neville walk through and smile before turning around just in time to catch an eight month pregnant Hermione before she toppled over. Floo travel played hell with a pregnant woman's equilibrium.

"Hermione, you look great," said Hannah.

"I feel like a house," Hermione said as she sat down on the couch. "How is it you're doing this a second time?"

"Just sort of happened," said Hannah as she also sat down. "But while being pregnant can be a pain, once you see that little one and hold them in your arms, it's all worth it."

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" they heard Lily shout as she and Harry zoomed by again.

"I guess you're right," admitted Hermione.

"So, what's the big news?" asked Neville.

"You'll have to wait for Harry to come in," said Hannah. "Since we both have big news."

"If it's that your pregnant again, we already kind of figured it out," said Hermione.

"Nope," said Hannah. "But it's almost as good."

The three of them made small talk for a bit before Harry and Lily landed and came inside.

"Aunt Hermione, uncle Neville," Lily shouted when she saw them and came running over to give them each a bug hug.

"Hey squirt," said Neville. "Sounded like you were having fun out there."

"I did," said Lily, nodding her head. "Daddy took me up really high. We could see the whole valley."

"Oh, really?" asked Hannah, looking pointedly at Harry.

"It wasn't that high," said Harry, looking guilty.

"Yes it was," said Lily. "And then Daddy and I did the… wrong sky fate, I think he called it."

Hannah arched her eyebrow as she continued to look at her husband.

"Sweetie, you're killing daddy here," said Harry with a bit of an uneasy chuckle. "Why don't you go up to your room and play with the dolly that Mrs. Weasley made you."

"Okay," said Lily, who then ran upstairs.

"Hannah, honey, I can explain," said Harry as he ran his hand through his messy, wind swept hair.

"Save it," said Hannah. "We'll talk about it later."

"Right," Harry said, seeing a possible night on the couch in his future. Unless he managed to get on her good side before they talked about it by giving her a foot rub.

"Hey Nev," said Harry. "Hermione, looking as lovely as always."

"Bullshit, but thank you all the same," said Hermione with a smile as Harry sat down next to Hannah.

"So, you called us and said you had huge news," said Neville.

"We do," said Harry. "As you know, I finally finished my apprenticeship with Horace a few months ago."

"Right," said Hermione. "Though, you would have finished it years ago if you hadn't taken a break."

"I wanted to be here to help raise Lily," said Harry.

"I know," said Hermione. "But still…"

"Let it go sweetie," Neville said. "You know as well as I do that Harry did the right thing."

"Anyways, Minerva sent me an owl a few days ago," Harry said. "She asked me if I would like to become the new potions teacher at Hogwarts."

"You're going to be a professor?" asked Hermione.

"Well, I wasn't going to," said Harry. "Originally I was going to work in the brewing department at St. Mungos so I could be closer to Hannah."

"Which brings us to my news," said Hannah. "Madam Pomfrey came by and told us that she was going to retire and wants me to take her place."

"That's great news," said Neville.

"Amazing," said Hermione. "But wait, what about Lily?"

"She'll be coming with us," said Harry. "We talked to Minerva about it and she told us there are rooms for families at the castle."

"Though, we still had our doubts," said Hannah. "I mean, that would leave Lily alone for parts of the day."

"We could watch her," said Neville.

"Definitely," agreed Hermione.

"That wont be necessary," said Harry. "A solution has already been taken care of. Dobby and Winky both said that they would watch Lily while I'm teaching and Hannah is taking care of the students. Plus, Lily will also have a little friend to play with."

"That's right," said Hermione. "The two of them have their own little one. How old is he now?"

"Five," said Hannah. "And he's really cute."

"And extremely hyper, just like Dobby," added Harry.

"Wow… That's just so… Congratulations you two," said Hermione.

"Thank you," said Harry.

The rest of the evening went quite pleasantly for them as they talked, laughed, and shared a nice meal together.

After Hermione and Neville left, and Hannah put Lily to bed, she found Harry standing out on the porch, staring up at the stars.

"Knut for your thoughts?" Hannah asked as she joined him.

"Nothing really," Harry said with a smile as Hannah moved in front of him and he wrapped his arms around her. "Just thinking about how perfect my life turned out."

"It is pretty good, isn't it," said Hannah.

Harry nodded and kissed her neck.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," Hannah purred as she pushed back against him, feeling his desire for her press up against her. "Shame you wont be getting any tonight."

"What?" asked a surprised Harry as Hannah pulled away from him and started to go back inside.

"Wronski feint," was all Hannah said as she closed the door behind her.

Harry sighed as he looked back up at the stars.

"Well… Almost perfect," he quietly said to himself before going inside to take a very cold shower.

The End


A/N: And that is that. I hope you all enjoyed my little tale.