(chapter title – Epilogue)
A year later
Harry sat behind Luna and stroked her hair. She had been in labor for two hours and was getting nowhere. Harry kissed Luna's cheek as the doctor checked the positioning again.
"Harry!" Luna cried.
"I'm right here. It's all right." Harry soothed, rubbing Luna's back.
Five hours later, Luna held her son for the first time. She handed him to Harry when she felt a strong contraction and felt something else come out of her.
"It's a girl." The doctor announced, cutting the baby's cord and wrapped her in a blanket before handing her to Luna. "Both of them are healthy, so if you want me to go, I will."
Harry thanked the doctor and watched him leave.
"What shall we call them?" Harry asked as he picked up his daughter.
"Would you like to name one?" Luna inquired, her voice hoarse.
"May I name our little boy?" Harry questioned. Luna nodded and watched her daughter nurse. "Welcome to the world James Sirius. James for my father and Sirius for Luna's father."
"Harry, that's beautiful!" Luna whispered, continuing to watch her daughter nurse. "Hello, Penelope Rose. Penelope for my mother and Rose, because I really love the name."
That night, Harry and Luna barely got any sleep – both babies needed or wanted something. Luna said she would feed and burp them and Harry was glad to change and rock them.
When the twins turned three, Luna delivered a son that the couple named Remus Hugo. When the twins were six and Remus was three, Luna delivered a little girl that she and Harry named Ginerva Claire.
Aberforth and Umbridge ended up dying in jail. Aberforth from an infection and Umbridge from an unknown disease.
Remus – Harry's uncle – lived to see Luna have Ginerva before passing away from a heart attack. He was 56 years old.
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!