Here it is, the very last chapter. I know I told you no more sad ones, but this one kind of is. I want to thank all of you that have stuck with this story! I really appreciate all the wonderful reviews as well. You all have been some of the best readers! I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

Part of this was taken from the Deathly Hallows book.

Day 25: Winter Wonderland

Severus Snape knocked nervously on his son's front door. He planned on taking Harry and Lily out for the day. Being only two days until Christmas, he knew the family would be busy, but this was something that he needed to do. He had already taken his two grandsons, but he had never taken his own son or his granddaughter. Ginny opened the door with a smile. "Hello, Severus. How are you today?"

"I am fine. I hope that I am not interrupting anything," Severus replied.

Ginny shook her head and let him. "Nope. We actually have nothing planned for the day. Just some odds and ends stuff today."

"I was wondering if I could borrow Harry and Lily for the day. Actually, they should be back by this afternoon, but if you are busy, then don't worry about it."

Ginny brushed it off. "Of course you can take them for the day. Lily just got dressed and I think that's what Harry is doing as well." She walked over to the staircase and called both of them down. Lily hopped down the stairs and when she saw Severus, she ran over and gave him a hug.

"Hi, Grampa," Lily said happily. Severus picked her up and twirled her.

"Hello, flower. How are you today?"

"Good." Lily told him with a smile.

"She's better now that Grampa's here," Harry said, buttoning his shirt as he came down the stairs.

"Honestly, why must you still be dressing yourself as you come down the stairs?"

Harry gave him a grin. "Of course, Dad. I knew you were coming and I knew that it would irritate you."

Severus crossed his arms. "Indeed. Are you busy today?"

Harry shook his head. "Nope."

"Would you and Lily like to come and spend most of the day with me?"

Harry looked down at Lily, who was looking up at him with wide eyes. "What do you think, Lily? Do we have time to go with Grampa?"

Lily nodded. "Yep! I wanna go!"

Harry looked over and smiled at his dad. "We would love to."

Severus stiffly nodded, which had Harry worried. His father never acted like this unless he was very angry or very nervous about something. Harry guessed it was the later. "I suggest putting a coat on, it's going to snow soon."

Harry went and grabbed his coat and made sure that his ten year old daughter had her coat, earmuffs, and mittens. Once they were all bundled up, Harry gave Ginny a quick kiss goodbye and they stepped outside. Severus grabbed on to both of them and all three apparated away.

They arrived with a pop in Godric's Hollow. Harry quickly let go of his father's arm when he saw where they were. He turned to the man and asked angrily, "Why are we here?"

"I figured it was time I brought you and Lily for that matter. I have already brought both James and Albus," Severus explained as he slowly walked towards the cemetery.

"You've never thought to bring me here, but you've brought my children? I had to come here with Hermione almost nineteen years ago. Why are you just bringing me now?" Green eyes pierced him and Severus knew he had to tell him.

"It hurt too much, Harry. It hurt too much to take you here." Severus took a step forward and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "You reminded me so much of them, so much of her. Every time I thought of taking you here, I was reminded of them. I was reminded of their deaths. I know I should have brought you here many years ago, but I just couldn't. I should have brought you back here that very first Christmas after the war, but I didn't. I should have brought you those times with your sons. I should have done so many things differently, Harry. I am truly sorry."

Harry didn't say a word. He merely shrugged off his father's hand and walked over to where his parent's graves were. Lily went to follow him, but Severus stopped her. He knew that his son needed a minute to be alone with his parents. He watched as Harry sunk to his knees before the graves. Harry, himself, was brought back to this same spot nineteen years ago.

Harry and Hermione had apparated into Godric's Hollow in hopes of finding the Sword of Gryffindor. However, Harry had wanted to find his parents. They had found the small graveyard and began searching for Harry's parents.

Deeper and deeper amongst the graves he went, and every time he reached a new headstone he felt a little lurch of apprehension and anticipation.

The darkness and the silence seemed to become, all of a sudden, much deeper. Harry looked around, worried, thinking of dementors, then realized that the carols had finished, that the chatter and flurry of churchgoers were fading away as they made their way back into the square. Somebody inside the church had just turned off the lights.

Then Hermione's voice came out of the blackness for the third time, sharp and clear from a few yards away.

"Harry, they're here…right here."

And he knew by her tone of voice that it was his mother and father…

The headstone was only two rows behind Kendra and Ariana's. It was made of white marble, just like Dumbledore's tomb, and this made it easy to read, as it seemed to shine in the dark. Harry did not need to kneel or even approach very close to it to make out the words engraved upon it.

Harry read the words slowly, as though he would have only one chance to take in their meaning, and he read the last of them aloud.

"'The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death'…" A horrible thought came to him, and with it a kind of panic. "Isn't that a Death Eater idea?"

"It doesn't mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry," Hermione said, her voice gentle. "It means…you know…living beyond death. Living after death."

Harry ran his hand across the tombstones. He still never understood that saying, even now. Not that he had ever asked anyone what it truly meant. He watched as a blue bird flew off as he remembered what Hermione did for them.

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents' grave.

Now, in the present, Harry took out his own wand and fashioned another wreath, almost identical to the one Hermione had crafted. He placed it in front of both graves. He felt both his father and daughter kneel down beside him. He wrapped an arm around Lily. "There's Gramma and Grampa, Lily. Here's who you were named after."

"You are so much like her, Lily." Severus added. "Actually, you are both like her. I wish you both could have known her."

"Hermione made a wreath like this one when we came here," Harry told them. Actually, it was directed more towards his father.

"I am so sorry, Harry. I truly am," Severus said quietly as they watched another bird fly over them.

"I know you are, Dad, and I forgive you. I just thought you ought to know."

Severus nodded and reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a wrapped box. He had planned on giving this to Lily on Christmas, but this seemed to be the perfect moment to do so. "Lily, I have a present for you. It was something that I had given your grandmother many years ago. I think that it is about time you have it."

Lily gently took the box from him and opened it slowly. She opened the box the same way his Lily had all those years ago. Her reaction was almost identical. Inside the box was the heart shaped locket with the lily on the front and a picture of Severus and Lily inside. His granddaughter turned and gave him a smile.

"It's beautiful, Grampa. Thank you," she handed it to Harry, so he could see and then he helped her put it on.

"Lily, I want you to promise me that you will never lose that."

"I promise, Grampa," Lily told him sincerely.

Severus nodded and rose from the ground, the other two following him. It was starting to snow quite heavily now, and it was time to go home.

"You gave that to Mom?" Harry asked quietly as Lily skipped ahead of them.

Severus nodded. "Indeed. However, she gave it back to me a year later. It was very short lived."

"You've kept it this whole time."

Severus nodded. "Yes, I hoped that I would be able to give it to someone someday."

Harry smiled and gave his father a one armed hug. "Merry Christmas, Dad. I love you."

"I love you, son. Merry Christmas."

There it is. I hope you all have a happy holidays. Thanks again for reading and feel free to leave a review for this. Also, please check out some of my other stories. Thanks!