Chapter 9: A Perfect Ending
I stood at the end of the garden, watching the sun set. It had been a crazy day. Draco came outside, and took my hand.
“I love you,” he told me, face to face for the first time.
“I love you too,” I smiled, and leaned my head on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead.
I held the poor girl as she sobbed on my shoulder. Mrs Potter brought up a Calming Draught and I tried my best to make her take it. Eventually she did, and she stopped crying.
“Astoria, is it?” I asked her. She nodded. “Why were you supposed to be marrying Draco today?”
She sniffed. “When I started Hogwarts, I ended up in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin, like the rest of my family. I didn't think anything of it and then this morning my parents said we were going to a wedding... and then I was put under a spell, and I couldn't control anything until those two boys came into the tent to rescue me.”
I patted her on the back. “You'll be safe here.”
I left her to go to sleep, she was exhausted, the poor thing. I wandered downstairs and found Harry writing a letter to Ginny. Ron had gone home earlier, before his mother screamed blue murder at him for leaving to go on a rescue mission when he was barely of age.
“Can I send a letter to Ron with Hedwig when you send yours to Ginny?” I asked Harry.
“Yeah,” he said.
Dear Ron, I began. It seemed silly to write to him because I'd seen him earlier, but I wanted to make sure he was alright.
I'm sure you know that Mr Potter and Mr Black are planning a party tomorrow to celebrate our rescue success. I do hope your mother didn't ground you for coming with us. It was really very brave that you did. I'm glad you made Ginny stay behind though.
I just wanted to make sure that you're alright, and I expect to see you at the party tomorrow, regardless of whether you've been grounded. I know you far too well.
I rolled up the parchment and attached it to Hedwig's leg, Harry's letter to Ginny on her other leg. She took off out the open window. Daisy and Draco were entwined at the end of the garden.
“Oi! That's my sister!” Harry shouted out of the window, before slamming it shut.
“I believe that's what Ronald said when he found out about you and Ginny,” I told him.
“That's different,” Harry argued. “I love Ginny.”
“So? Draco loves Daisy.”
“Does he?” Harry looked shocked.
“Oh Harry, are you really that blind?” I asked him. “It's obvious!”
He looked out of the window again. Draco and Daisy were talking now, both with the same look on their faces. Smiling, eyes bright. Of course they loved each other. They walked towards the house.
Harry stood waiting for them, his arms folded.
“Black, do you love my sister?” He asked.
“Harry!” Daisy protested.
“Yes Potter, I do,” Draco said, holding his head up.
“Good,” Harry said. “We're going to bed. No sneaking about. I've hidden the Cloak.”
Draco rolled his eyes and followed Harry upstairs.
“I can't believe him,” Daisy moaned as we walked towards her room. “It's none of his bloody business!”
Astoria was already asleep. Daisy and I crawled into our beds. It had been a long day.
Pigwigeon swooped through the open window and landed on my head. I was used to it, so it didn't startle me anymore. I lit my wand and read the letter.
Yes, I'm coming to the party. Mum only shouted at me for an hour before telling me I was turning into a great young wizard and that she's proud of me. I think that was nice. Ginny's mad that I wouldn't let her come though. It doesn't matter anyway, the point is, we got Draco and that girl out of there and we're all alive and not injured.
I'm rubbish with words, but I wanted to tell you something. I realised today that I love you. The way you were talking to that house elf, and the way you looked after that girl, just made me realise it. I love you Hermione. I hope you love me too.
“Oh Ronald!” I whispered to myself. I got out of bed and walked down the landing to where I wouldn't disturb anyone, and disapparated.
When everything reformed, I was in Ron's bedroom. He was laying on his bed, his red hair clashing with the orange room. He jumped up when he saw me.
“Oh Ron! Of course I love you too!” I cried, before rushing towards him.
“Well... good,” he smiled into my hair.
Ginny. She was all I could think about.
As glad as I was that she hadn't come with us today, I'd missed her. She was brilliant at duelling. I bet she could even beat Daisy with her hands tied around her back.
I heard Pig hooting from Daisy's room, and someone crept out onto the landing, and disapparated. It was probably Hermione. Draco was snoring away, and I decided to follow Hermione. I grabbed the Cloak from under my bed, and walked into the hallway. I disapparated too.
Ginny's door stood before me as I reformed. I knew she'd charmed it to stop Fred and George apparating in every five seconds to annoy her. I opened it, and slipped in.
She was fast asleep, my letter to her clutched in her hand. A candle was flickering on the bedside table, illuminating her peaceful face. I removed the Cloak and climbed into bed beside her.
“Harry?” she mumbled, stirring.
“Yeah?” I whispered back.
“I'm glad you're here,” she said, opening her brown eyes. “I hated not knowing what was happening this morning.”
“Gin, I have to tell you something,” I interrupted her. She turned over to face me.
“I love you,” I told her. Finally. She smiled, and reached forward to kiss me.
“I love you too, Harry,” she said. She snuggled into me, and we fell asleep there.
“Oh come on Lily, won't you forgive me yet?” I pouted, knowing full well that she probably already had, but it was the principle of the matter that had her pretending to still be angry.
“No,” she said from the bathroom, doing her usual skin routine.
“Please Lily?” I begged from the bed. “I love you.”
“Shut up, James.” She got into bed, and turned away from me.
I snuggled up to her, and kissed the back of her neck. Her face smelled like aloe vera. I liked it. “I love you Lily. I love our family, our house, our lives.”
“Merlin, you're annoying,” she turned to face me, but she was smiling.
We'd been together for nearly twenty years now, and I still couldn't believe that she was mine.
“I'll forgive you on one condition,” she said.
“Anything,” I promised her. I'd give her the world if I could.
“Never put my children in danger again.”
“I promise,” I told her, meaning every word. They'd probably put themselves in danger before I did it again anyway. I knew Harry wanted to be an auror like me, and he hadn't told Lily yet. We both knew what her reaction would be.
I took off my glasses, and settled down.
She was already fast asleep.
I'd finally managed to get Cassie to go to sleep in her own room. I wandered back into ours and Sirius was asleep.
“Oi,” I poked him awake. “I thought you promised me sex this morning.”
He reached up and pulled me down so that I was laying on top of him. The bedsheets flew over us and it was like we were in our own world.
We had a giggle for a bit before it became more serious. He flipped himself so that he was on top of me and his lips crushed to mine.
It was amazing. We were married, we had a baby, we'd been together since we were seventeen and yet he still managed to give me butterflies.
“Oh God,” he groaned. “I think this is going to end up being a quick one.”
I grinned at him cheekily and slowed down.
“It's not helping,” he mumbled into my lips.
What the hell. We went for it.
He kissed the scar on my neck when we were done. He rolled to his side of the bed and looked at me.
“I don't know what I would've done if she'd killed you that day,” he said.
I looked at the scar on his head, hidden under his hair. “She's tried to kill us both now,” I said.
“She won't get another chance,” Sirius said. “I promise, I'll protect our family.”
“No,” I corrected him. “We'll protect our family.”
Cassie started wailing from the next room.
“Your turn,” I smirked at him, before he rolled his eyes and went to get her. He brought her back in. I sat up, leaned against the headboard and Sirius sat beside me, one arm around me, one arm holding Cassie. I slipped one of my arms around his waist, and the other helping support Cass.
We often sat like this. I laid my head on his shoulder. He kissed me.
“I love you,” he muttered. “Always have, always will.”
“I know,” I said. “I love you too.”
Cassie's brown eyes focused on us, as if to say “what about me?”
Sirius laughed at the look on her face. “We love you too, Cass.”
She laughed in our arms, then yawned and went to sleep.
“She's going to be a handful isn't she?” I asked Sirius.
“Like you, you mean?” he smirked.
“I think you were worse!” I responded, smiling.
“I can just imagine it now,” he said. “Letters from Hogwarts, telling us she's in detention every week.”
“She'll blow up half the castle,” I snorted.
Sirius looked from Cassie to me. “Let's not have another one,” he said. “The house will be wrecked every bloody week.”
“No more kids,” I agreed.
“We still get to have sex, right?” Sirius looked worried for a minute.
“Like I'd give that up,” I said.
He smirked. “Good.”
We carefully adjusted ourselves so we wouldn't wake Cassie up, so that we were laying down.
“Night,” I said.
I stumbled out of the bathroom, looking at the stick that I'd just peed on. Remus was sitting in bed, reading a book.
“Where've you been – Oh.”
He looked nervous.
“It's positive,” I whispered.
I watched the emotions fly over his face. Joy. Sadness. Fear.
“We should get married as soon as possible,” Remus said, once he'd found his voice. At least he still wanted to marry me.
“Be honest with me, Remus,” I said, getting into bed next to him. “What're you really thinking?”
“I'm happy, but at the same time sad...” his voice trailed off. “If I've passed my condition on... I couldn't bear to hurt another person like that, especially not my own child.”
“Remus,” I began, not sure how to voice it. “Do you... do you want us to get rid of it?”
He looked horrified. “No,” he said flatly. “A life is a life, no matter how small.”
He forced his own demons away then. “We're having a baby,” he smiled.
I couldn't help but smile in return. “Yeah.”
“I love you, Nymphadora Tonks.” I grimaced at the use of my full name.
“I love you, Remus Lupin,” I replied.
“Your hair's gone pink,” he said, lifting up a strand of puke inducing baby pink.
“Sorry, you're making me feel all mushy,” I grinned.
Someone climbed into my bed and woke me up.
“Harry'll find you,” I muttered, as I realised who it was.
“He's not here,” Daisy said.
I looked up towards Harry's bed. It was empty.
Daisy nuzzled into me. I closed my eyes. I was safe with her. I knew she wouldn't let anything happen to me. Those months without her had been the worst of my life.
“I'm going to marry you one day, Daisy,” I told her.
“Ok,” she mumbled, half asleep.
“I never gave you a birthday present,” I realised out loud.
“I never gave you one either,” she muttered. “Now shut up and go to sleep, we can sort it in the morning.”
She was right. We had the rest of our lives to worry about birthday presents. I smiled as I went back to sleep.