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Be Careful of What you Wish for...	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Epilogue – Predestined

July 2012

“Veela are magical beings that are presented in the form of beautiful women. Are high, with long silvery-blonde hair, blue eyes, white skin and shining like the moon. They have musical voices and dance gracefully. Her singing, her dancing and her beauty hypnotize men, who will do anything to impress them and be with them. But the charm of Veela can come apart when the man bewitched hears the call of the beloved woman or what is predestined.” Hermione Potter read from the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander she held with one hand, the other rocking the crib before her chair. The little raven haired girl inside was looking around her franticly, not caring about her mom’s try –through reading- to lure her to sleep, as if she could feel the energy from downstairs for the upcoming party.

‘Oh… please Jasmine… sleep,’ Hermione complained softly as she left the book of magical creatures aside and took her two month old baby girl in her arms, the child looked up at her mom with her brilliant emerald eyes. Hermione smiled at her fifth child as she kissed her tiny forehead and smoothed her soft little mop of hair, still oblivious at Harry, who had frozen on the doorway of their chambers.

Typical.

He had thought when he first had heard of Hermione’s voice reading the encyclopedia. “What the use of reading fairy tales to infants? They can’t understand the meaning of Cinderella, they only listen to the voice, but we can fill their unconscious with useful terms as the ones of the magical creatures of our world… I’m sure their further education on them will come more naturally.” Hermione had said back in the past, when she was reading to newborn Lily the same book. Of course Hermione would be practical even at the stories they would be reading to their children, Harry thought with a smile. He had approached the room silently, not wanting to disturb the mother or the hopefully sleepy baby daughter of his, but Hermione’s definition of the Veela had brought a memory back in Harry’s mind.

“The Veela had started to dance, and Harry’s mind had gone completely and blissfully blank. All that mattered in the world was that he kept watching the Veela, because if they stopped dancing, terrible things would happen. And as the Veela danced faster and faster, wild, half-formed thoughts started chasing through Harry’s dazed mind. He wanted to do something very impressive, right now. Jumping from the box into the stadium seemed a good idea… but would it be good enough?

“Harry, what are you doing?” said Hermione’s voice from a long way off.

The music stopped. Harry blinked. He was standing up, and one of his legs was resting on the wall of the box.”

Hermione had woke him up that time, all these years back, he gave a small smile. The beloved woman, the predestined… he could have even paid more attention on Care of Magical Creatures and he would have saved them all from the troubles that had followed.

‘Daddy is stalking us, Jasmine,’ Hermione said gently and Harry grinned and approached her on the chair she was. He bowed close to her, one of his hands touching lightly the nape of her neck, while the other supported their fifth child along hers.

‘She’s not sleeping?’ he asked softly and Hermione shook her head negatively as their lips were an inch apart.

‘She probably wants to attend the party…’ Hermione said with a smile and Harry grinned and kissed the tip of her nose.

‘You think we should take her downstairs then? Maybe the whole situation will tire her and she falls asleep.’ Harry offered and Hermione sighed.

‘It will ruin her schedule,’ Hermione pointed out and Harry chuckled softly, still their faces close, tenderly exchanged words above their baby.

‘Then take her down right now, if we get a chance to change that 3am. wake up call... I’m willing to ruin all the schedules of the world.’ Harry said and Hermione chuckled too this time and nodded. Indeed, her baby seemed restless, even for a two-month old and there was no point of her keep trying if she didn’t want to, she wouldn’t sleep, plus, Hermione had to take care of four more children and a birthday party for her first son.

Harry took the baby in his arms and the littlest Potter didn’t complain for the change of parental hug. Harry grinned as this one had taken all the colors from him, Jasmine was so cute, almost a raven haired, emerald eyed version of Hermione’s. His third daughter was a cutie, just like the other two.

The three of the seven Potters moved down the stairs in their house in the forest of Dean. They were both greeted by their eldest, Lily Potter and the birthday boy, James, chased by the two year old twins, Iris and Sirius Potter.

The first two children had been given the names of their grandparents from Harry’s side as both Harry and Hermione wanted to honor them in some way, when they learnt that her third pregnancy, the one she had learnt about in her time travel, would result in twins, they had decided to also honor Sirius but they had kept the tradition of the flower names, like the Evans had done for Lily and Petunia, so right before the Christmas of 2010, Iris and Sirius had arrived in the world, after an excruciating thirteen hour labor that had Hermione vowing to be done with breeding. A vow she couldn’t keep as long as she was back in action and resulted in May of that year to their youngest child, little Jasmine Potter.

Their children had all the mixes of their families. Lily had been as beautiful as Hermione had met her first, brown eyes and hair, same nose and way of frowning with her mom, as stubborn as her parents. James was like Harry, green eyes, black hair, stubborn, headstrong and a trouble magnet. Iris and Sirius had hazel eyes, a mix of their parents’ and brown hair, their mom’s chin and nose and as Hermione complained often, their dad’s wilder hair, Harry always denied the accusation, retorting that her hair looked more awful than his at that age, the Granger confirming that made Hermione angry all the time… and little Jasmine was a mix of raven hair, green eyes, perky nose, cute lips and fair skin like the rest of her siblings. As Hermione looked at her children around her and Harry, she smiled, she had five children, just like they had wanted and she had learnt about in her trip to the future. Now she was there to celebrate the birthday of one of them.

‘Nana Jane asks if Jasmy slept,’ Lily said with her beautiful voice as she looked at her youngest sister.

‘Nope, looks like someone is going to take care of her baby sister…’ Harry said with a wink and both Lily and Iris rushed close, even with five years difference, when they wanted to, both girls could act the same way… ‘OK, easy, lets go and take her to the crib in the living room.’ Harry offered and the girls rushed close to him while Hermione was left with her sons. She smiled at both of them, always making sure she paid all her children equal attention, even with the newborn in the house.

The floo however had her sons leaving her as to see who it was so she followed her family in the room that Luna Lovegood had just flooed in and was attacked by hugs and kisses of her Goddaughter and the rest of the children that obviously loved her.

‘Oh come on, Luna, Hermione vowed not to kill you,’ Harry had said as he tried to take the blond’s hand and drag her to the living room. Hermione was waiting for her there, she had finally become one with Harry, and she was grateful to Luna, but first, the blond deserved a bit of a punishment, so Hermione kept the angry mask on.

‘I prefer to approach with caution.’ Luna said and entered finally the place with herself surrounded by a magical shield in the form of an egg. She looked at Hermione bravely and smiled.

‘Welcome back,’ she said as Hermione approached her and stood before the shield, her wand at hand.

‘Drop the shield,’ Hermione said in a low voice and Luna took a deep breath and did as she was told, she might not be a Gryffindor but she was a brave young woman.

The shield was broken and Luna was left unprotected to Hermione’s mercy who remained stoic for a moment more, her face broke to a smile and hugged Luna tightly.

‘Thank you,’ Hermione whispered and Luna hugged her back.

‘No problem, I knew it was the only way for you to see what’s right to be done.’ Luna had told her as she kept her slightly taller friend in her hug.

‘Hello guys!’ Luna’s voice broke Hermione’s thoughts and the brunette saw her friend hugging the little Potters with equal love but lingering just a tiny bit more with Lily, her Goddaughter. ‘Did I miss the cake?’ she asked as she kissed Harry on the cheek and then hugged Hermione fully.

‘No, you’re actually the first to arrive, the rest will be here soon. My parents are in the kitchen, how’s work?’ Hermione asked as she hugged her dear friend close before Luna could glance at the expecting eyes of James who shyly looked up at her, waiting. Luna grinned, took her wand out and waved once and then twice, a box was appeared on the couch and the children rushed to open it. They all squealed in joy as they took out of the box the new little children’s broom. Hermione gasped and pointed a finger at her friend.

‘The trip I forgave, but now you’re a dead woman, Luna, not even Ginny dared to buy such thing to my children.’ Hermione said and Luna grinned.

‘Ginny can’t make good deals with Harry,’ She said and then glanced at Harry, giving him away for their little “plan”. Hermione glared at her husband as the children were already trying the broom, all together, inside the living room. ‘Plus, if you kill me all my money and legacy will be passed on Lily, my so far only heiress, and that’s a motive for murder, they will catch you.’ Luna pointed out and Hermione growled as she saw her children trying to mount the little broom at the same time. Maybe, if they broke it now, there would be some tears, some fighting and then it would be over… and Luna wouldn’t use her fortune to take another as Hermione would have killed her.

Ever since that quest of Luna’s for the gold peeing creatures that she had called them Grangters, a combination of the names Granger and Potter, she had became one of the richest women in the world, richer than the Queen and a few more muggle people out there, the creatures she had kept hidden the location of, peed gold every few months and Luna made sure to be there to collect the… treasure of their bladders. That made her one of the most wanted brides in the world, having Luna denying every kind of proposal for the eyes of a certain man…

The floo was activated again, this time repeatedly and one by one Ginny, Ron, Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur and their children, Victoria and Arthur, George and Angelina Weasley entered the room with smiles on their faces and gifts in their hands.

Speak of the Devil. Hermione thought as her children hugged first Ginny and then the rest, Ginny lingered on James and gave him her gift as his Godmother before the rest could give him theirs. Ron was the last one, smiling at the young boy as Harry approached with little Jasmine in his hands, the two men shook hands while Hermione approached for a light hug and greeting.

To her dismay, even if she had seen what was happening, Hermione hadn’t made it to change fate’s plans about Ron and their friendship, they had estranged themselves pretty much like she had learnt about it when she had the time travel, but things had changed in another way for all of them.

It was a miracle Hermione Potter had survived that accident that had frozen the Wizarding World for a few hours. She was pregnant with Jasmine, it was the previous April and she was alone in the house, Harry had taken the children for a walk so she could have some time alone as she had requested. In her me-time, she had decided to brew a small potion for her persistent back pain as until then, her eight month pregnant belly was killing her middle section. She had made that potion in all her previous pregnancies and it was supposed to be a routine potion, something quick and easy to brew even with your belly preventing you from seeing your legs.

However the potion went bad, Hermione was always good with potions, but the cider she used was never to be mixed with dragon’s blood. As Hermione had set down the bottle of cider she had used, a drop had sprang on a small, open purse of dragon’s blood stones. The result had the entire kitchen of the house destroyed, the entire village hearing of the explosion, Harry included in the forest line of the forest of Dean and Hermione hospitalized in St. Mungo’s for more than a week.

The entire community learnt of the accident through minutes, Harry was losing quickly years from his life and at the end, the healers could not believe that the Minister’s power was so strong, along her child’s to save both mother and unborn child. While Hermione was with the healers, and Harry was pacing up and down between his few friends and surrounded by his terrified children, Ron had showed up, out of nowhere and had offered a hand of help. After Harry had initially punched him on the face for the lost years of their friendship, he had collapsed in their manly hug, as above all, they were friends and Hermione was a part of both of them and she was giving a fight for her life.

After she had been out of danger and allowed to see people, first Harry and the children had entered the room to see her smiling tiredly, her skin still reddish from the potions had had brought it back to normal, bewildered and of no memory of what had happened in the kitchen, her belly still full with her fifth child. Harry had hugged her tighter than ever and had commanded her never to brew a potion again, a command Hermione had countered with a kiss and an apology for the fright she had given him. After that, Harry had told her who was the visitor and Hermione had asked to see him. Ron had entered the room, to face four wary children who had never seen him before and Hermione who had longed to see her friend, having missed his happy side and having hated his recent hateful years.

The trio knew they’d need years to repair their friendship – if it was reparable- Ron had said so himself, but the fact of Ron having overstepped his stubbornness finally and reaching the Potters was a major step. Now, three months after the accident and two months after the birth of the healthy Jasmine Potter, Ron was seeing the Potters for the sixth time in that time, usually seeing them once or twice per month, having dinner with them and finally informing them the last time that he and Luna had a date, he was moving on with his life, and that meant the perhaps, their friendship could be just a tiny more mended from now on.

‘How are you Ron?’ Hermione asked as she hugged her friend and Ron smiled and shrugged.

‘My boss is insufferable but it’s ok,’ Ron said and George smirked and poked his ribs the same moment Molly was hugging Harry tightly and was taking little Jasmine in her hands, it was obvious the Weasley mother had missed Harry and Hermione in the years Ron kept her away from them.

‘I heard that…’ George said and Ron pulled a face at his brother but smiled at Hermione, his smile warmed when he saw Luna behind the brunette, Hermione felt her heart light and happy as she saw Luna smiling back as warmly, it was nice to see her friends –yes, she would call Ron a friend again- being so happy. The past might was not forgotten but it was at least pushed aside for now.

Hermione left her friends to talk, Ron gave a kiss on Luna’s cheek as she smiled up at him, and Hermione moved close to the rest of the Weasleys and greet and thank them for joining the party. Soon Jane and Edward Granger were entering the room, being happily greeted by everyone and especially Arthur Weasley who loved muggles.

The floo was activated again and Andromeda Tonks with the fourteen year old Teddy Lupin showed up. Harry hugged his Godson tightly, ruffled his head and greeted Andromeda too, Hermione smiled at the Godmother of the twins and as she hugged the older woman, another person came in mind, related to Andromeda and most unwanted in the Potter household.

Hermione had believed that keeping secret Draco Malfoy’s interest in her would be pointless, sooner or later, somehow, Harry would learn, and when Draco himself had reached the point of desperation with her and had threatened her to speak to Harry, Hermione had made her decision.

She had told Harry about Draco’s letter and his first and as it proved last burst in her office, many years back, and Harry hadn’t taken things lightly as she expected. He had found Malfoy and a fight had taken place, a big fight with both Hermione and Astoria Malfoy Greengrass trying to separate the two wizards. The scandal had been muffled, Hermione and Lorelei achieving for everyone’s good and dignity to have changed the facts for the press and giving the excuse of the old conflict from school finally bursting. The world had given interest in it but none had suspected that the pureblood Malfoy could have ever showed sexual interest in the Minister, the muggle-born minister, and Hermione was thankful for that, Astoria Malfoy was a decent woman who didn’t deserve to be humiliated, just like Hermione herself.

In her tries to calm Harry down, in those days, James had been conceived and Hermione finally smiled at the memory as she released Andromeda and smiled at Teddy who hugged her tightly, the young boy loved her very much, just like she did with him. Lupin had been one of her favorite teachers and Nymphadora had been one of her few close friends, their son held also a special part in her heart as she felt as her own.

‘How’s the previous term?’ Hermione asked and Teddy grinned.

‘Awesome, you have to see my scores, Hermione, you’ll be very proud, I improved in runes and Arithmancy,’ the young Hufflepuff said and Hermione grinned and pecked his head.

‘I’m proud no matter the scores, but well done, I knew our tutoring lessons at the three broomsticks would give fruits.’ Hermione said and Teddy smiled brightly, his hair changing into a bright pink colour, like his mother would have done, while she was excited.

More people arrived, Neville, McGonagall –who had to be seated immediately as she was tired due to her age-, Hagrid with a huge stuffed dragon for James –Hermione was grateful her friend didn’t think of an actual dragon-, Kingsley, some friends from the Ministry with their own children, Lorelei with her family of husband and three little elves, Dean Thomas, who immediately glued his eyes on Ginny and soon everyone was there for that July evening and the party.

The light summer rain kept everyone inside but none was bothered as they all had a great time with the children running around the place, everyone taking bites from the foods set on the large dinner table, the soft drinks and the conversation over the ridiculous fears of muggles of the end of the world in a few months’ time.

Hermione watched around her with a smile, everyone seemed happy to be there, even people who hadn’t been around for entire years… it was a good feeling to have your friends and family gathered. It was a nice feeling to know you’re giving a chance to your friendships for old times’ sake.

She could still remember her first days in this house, when she was only pregnant with Lily, her four month belly was slightly showing when Harry had took her inside the house for the first time, it was what she had asked of him, stay in the forest of Dean with him, grow old, and he had granted her wish with a house in the village by the forest. It was only a month after their wedding, the day her life had brightened up even if there were crucial absences in it. It had been in the chapel of Godric’s Hollow, in a quiet afternoon, just her, Harry, and the few people that were invited to attend the ceremony, simple and elegant, like her dress, the entire day had been.

Just a while later, Hermione was being elected the youngest minister of all time, justifying the people that had pushed her to take part in the election, Harry and Lorelei included and slowly she was rising to power to become one of the best and fairest ministers of all time.

Now her house was full of people and she was married with five children, as an only child, her dream was to have a large family and a bunch of friends that loved her, she had achieved just that.

A kiss on the nape of her neck snapped her out of her thoughts and she smiled warmly as she rested her head on her husband’s shoulder while Harry wrapped his arms around her waist that was still a bit fuller than normal after the labor.

‘I’m happy you chose us back then,’ Harry whispered in her ear and felt his wife smiling, she turned her head slightly and gave him a kiss on the lips.

‘I’m happy too, Harry, more than you can imagine,’ Hermione whispered and Harry smiled as his hands caressed lazy her belly while his lips trailer up and down her bare neck, her hair was up in an elegant bun, allowing the deep V neck of her dress to show.

‘And I am so glad you agreed on five children,’ Harry said in a lighter voice and Hermione this time grinned and turned around in his arms.

‘I didn’t just agreed on them, I gave them to you in four pregnancies, there is not faster delivery than that,’ Hermione said with humor in her voice and Harry chuckled and nodded his head as he stole another kiss from her lips.

‘Indeed, you’re not the best witch of her age for nothing…’ Harry whispered against her lips and Hermione smiled, this time much softer, the teasing forgotten.

‘I’m happy you’re happy,’ she whispered, it was silly, every wife is supposed to be happy when her husband is happy, but Hermione knew Harry understood her words. He kissed her once more.

‘I love you,’ he whispered as a bunch of children passed by them running. Hermione grinned as he held her tighter “protecting” her from the “Huns” as he many times called their hyper children.

‘I know…’ Hermione said, the teasing back. He pinched her waist, hard enough to make her squeal and recoil as they didn’t want to draw the attention of their friends.

‘And…’ Harry prompted her to say it but she only smiled.

‘And… I’m glad our son’s party is successful.’ Hermione said and earned another pinch and a kiss on the lips to silence her new squeal as this time he had pinched on her thigh.

‘And…’ he added dangerously low this time but Hermione remained stubborn.

‘And… I love … this new dress you bought for me, I’m glad I can fit in it after the labor.’ Hermione said with a smirk on her face and this time expected the pinch on her bum, however she squealed when his hand tried t hike up her dress’ skirt, he was cheating! ‘And I love you!’ she admitted defeat and feelings quickly. He grinned, puffed his chest happily and kissed her lips in pride. However his already puffed chest took more air in when he gasped, her hand had sneaked trickily between them and cupping the bulge of his trousers.

‘You’ll pay for this,’ Harry warned when their kiss was broken. Hermione smirked and broke the hug too, taking her hand away.

‘Oh I can’t wait…’ she whispered in his ear, how she could be so hot and fresh in making him crazy for her, after all these years was beyond him but he didn’t care, he loved his wife, his friend, his Hermione.

The candles were blown by James, the cake was cut and his parents revealed his present, a brand new owl that would be his, like Lily had her own by now. The boy couldn’t be more happy as he fell in his parents’ opened arms and told them how much he loves them and that they’re the best parents in the world. The party was over after awhile, the people left one by one, promising to meet again in two weeks’ time, at the Burrow for dinner, the Potters would go there for the first time in more than a decade. That would be interesting, they had missed the place and their children would love it. Jane and Edward were taken back to their house via side-along-aparation with Harry while Hermione put to bed her exhausted children. Kissing Lily on the cheek, wishing happy birthday to James a last time before his respective kiss and snuggling the twins as little Iris tried to persuade her that she wasn’t sleepy, even if her little eyes were watering and her eyelids were closing on their own accord. The toddlers were asleep soon and Hermione made sure her littlest was asleep too, Jasmine had fallen asleep in the duration of the party in Jane’s arms.

Hermione changed from her dress to a summer gown and soon Harry was joining her. They closed the door of their bedroom and opened the window just a bit for the fresh wet air to enter their room for a few minutes. Jasmine was covered with her blanket and was away from the window, they kept the curtains aside, allowing the gloom of full moon to be the only light for their warm colored bedroom. They lay on their sides, facing each other and wrapping themselves in their arms, snuggling their bodies close as they liked for years.

‘It was a beautiful day, wasn’t?’ Harry whispered and Hermione grinned, remembering every detail of it.

‘It was…’ she said sleepily, Harry smiled and kissed the crown of her head.

‘Sleep, my love,’ he prompted his already sleepy wife, the tiredness catching up on both of them. However, Hermione’s eyes suddenly snapped open, remembering Luna’s words about her plans with Harry, she wasn’t falling into any traps again.

‘You haven’t bewitched me into any other travel right? You and Luna’s plans were referred before only because of the broomstick…’ Hermione said suspiciously at her surprised husband who hadn’t expected her to shot up on her elbow as to look at him. He suddenly broke to a grin.

‘I’m glad I can make you wary, not many people can scare the mighty Hermione Potter.’ Harry said playfully and earned a not-too-gentle slap on his chest.

‘Ow! You’re cruel! I have no reason to send you anywhere, I got you, and along you whatever I wanted, a family, my love, stability and I’m fine with that.’ Harry said and after another moment of Hermione looking suspiciously at him, she returned in his arms.

‘First I’m not scared of your petty plans with Luna,’ she lied, ‘Second, I just want to make sure, you lured me into marrying you and having your children…’ Hermione added, this time with humor in her voice, even if she tried to fake accusation. Harry chuckled.

‘Oh I don’t remember you complaining in any of all those times…’ Harry said and she suddenly found herself pressed against the mattress and her husband above her, nuzzling his nose in her neck, making her hot and gasping in no time as she had chased sleepiness away from both of them.

‘You’ll wake Jasmine..’ she tried to pretend to be difficult to his charms but he grinned and looked at her, his hands already playing with the hem of her gown.

‘You have been under my mercy silently before…’ he whispered in her ear, reminding her of all the other times they had made love in silence while they had some of their children in a crib by their bed, and Hermione bit on her lip not to moan as his hot breath hit her sensitive skin and his hands touched where only her husband was allowed to. She was paying for what she had done earlier.

‘I love you,’ her words escaped easily, truly and for a moment they both stopped the teasing as they locked their gazes, brown and green melting in each other, years of friendship, trust and love warming their hearts, the fruits of their union inside the room and in the chambers next to theirs proving just how much they love each other.

‘And I you, my love,’ Harry whispered as he claimed Hermione’s lips once again with his own.

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