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You are really lucky! My parents along with my brother, his girlfriend
and her parents made a looooooong walk this afternoon
and this allowed me to translate the Epilogue and here it is!
Black_lust_z: I really hurried
with the epilogue, didn’t I? :D
Epilogue
Angelina was woken up by
someone calling her name and poking her side. She opened her eyes slowly and
looked into a pair of deep green eyes which were smiling at her.
“Mummy look!
Duncan has written!” Angelina
felt Marcus starting to wake up next to her and she slowly sat up and took the
letter from Delano’s hand. Marcus
opened his eyes lazily and looked asking at her.
“What does he write?” piped a
voice from beside his side of the bed and Marcus lifted his four-year-old
daughter into the bed. Delano sat down next to
his mother on the bed and looked at the letter, trying to read as much from the
words as he could. But most of the words were still too difficult for the
seven-year-old boy.
“‘Dear Mum, Dad, Delano and Ayana’” Angelina started to read the
letter their eldest son had written.
“The first days at Hogwarts were pretty good so far. But I have to
admit, I think the teachers here are a bit strange.” Marcus snored at this
and mumbled something about always knowing this. Angelina just glared at him
and continued to read the letter.
“When this McGonagall-woman read my name she looked at me as though she
expected me to start some trouble right away. And when the Hat sorted me in
Gryffindor…”
“WHAT? You’re joking, right?!”
Marcus grabbed the letter and read it for himself.
“This can’t be true!” he
groaned and fell back onto the pillow. “My son is a Gryffindor!”
“Mummy, why is Daddy so sad
about it?” Ayana asked with the innocence of a four-year-old. “Uncle Olli
always says that Gryffindor is the best house of all.” Delano nodded vigorously
at this and looked from his mother to his father.
Marcus groaned again and
glared at Angelina.
“You let Wood tell our
children that Gryffindor is the best house of Hogwarts?”
“Of course.” Angelina told him
smiling. “Our children deserve to know the truth. And if their father is not
going to tell them, at least Duncan’s godfather is
doing so.”
“Remind me to kick Montague’s
arse for not telling Duncan more about
Slytherin!” She kissed Marcus gently and took the letter out of his hands.
“And when the Hat sorted me in I swear I saw her pale several shades.
I’m sharing the room with three other boys, of course Tim is one of them.”
“What have I done to deserve
this?” Marcus asked the ceiling. “Not only is my firstborn son now a
Gryffindor, no he also has to be best friends with a Weasley!” Angelina
couldn’t help but laugh at her husband. She could still remember the look on
his face when Duncan had presented him
his ‘new best friend’ at the age of eight. When it turned out that this friend
was the son of Charlie Weasley, Marcus had looked as though he wanted to throw
up.
“I promise I will write again in a few days, but I have to go now. There
is way too much homework one has to do here! Bye Duncan M. Flint, P.S.: I love
you mum!”
“Mummy, do you think I’m going
to be sorted into Gryffindor, too?” Delano asked and looked
at his mother with the deep green eyes of his father. Angelina ran her hand
lovingly through his short, black hair. She was sure that her two sons would
cause several heartaches when they were older. Their skin wasn’t as dark as her
own, neither as light as their father’s. Both, Duncan and Delano had inherited
their father’s green eyes, while Ayana had the same dark brown eyes as she had
herself.
“Don’t you even want to be in
Slytherin?” Marcus asked his son when he sat up again and took the letter from Angelina
to read it again.
“No. Slytherins are mean!” Delano said and Marcus
sighed.
“De, your own father was a Slytherin, do you think I’m mean?” Delano bit his lip and
looked at his father.
“Auntie Katie says you were
when you were at school!” Ayana told him while she crawled up onto his lap. Angelina
coughed in an attempt to hide a laugh at Marcus’ expression.
“Tell me again why each of our
children has a former member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a godparent?”
he asked her.
“To keep the balance of the
other half of the godparents all being former members of the Slytherin
Quidditch team.” Angelina replied smiling.
Delano held his stomach
and looked down at his body.
“I’m hungry!” he stated and
looked up at his parents pouting.
“Me too!” Ayana said and
looked pleadingly at Angelina and Marcus.
“How about the two of you
already go down into the dining room and in five minutes Mummy and I are coming
to.” The children nodded and jumped out of the bed.
“I’m faster!” Delano said and already
started to run out of the room, his little sister running after him. Angelina
looked after her children and smiled. For nothing in the world would she ever
give them away.
When their first son had been
born they took two days finding a name until finally Marcus came up with the
Celtic name Duncan which meant dark warrior. He had also come up with Delano’s name, which was
again Celtic for dark man. She had to
smile when she remember how Delano had been fathered.
Marcus had actually gotten her as his ‘dinner’
one day and nine months later Duncan had gotten a
little brother.
Ayana had been the result of Marcus
‘showing her the garden’. He had actually
asked her mother for a name that time. He had wanted to have an Ethiopian name.
And Ayana meaning beautiful flower
had been the perfect option.
“I’ve thought about a name.” Marcus
told her silently and when she leaned back against his chest.
“So?” she asked and he kissed
her cheek, his hands moving to her stomach, trying to feel a movement of the
child growing inside of her.
“Donovan. It means dark warrior.” Angelina frowned at this
and turned her head to look at him.
“Don’t you think our daughter
will get a lot of problems with such a name?”
“Daughter?”
“Yes. Daughter.
And I’ve thought about a name too. Don’t you think Samia sounds good? It means flower in the dessert.”
“Beautiful, but what makes you
think that it will be a girl?”
“Female intuition.” She kissed his jaw
and slowly arose from the bed.
“Come on, Delano and Ayana are
waiting for us.” She told him and pulled her dressing gown over her pyjama.
“And I tell you it will be a
boy!” Marcus told her when he arose from the bed and walked around it to pull
her into his arms.
“Dream on Flint!” she grinned at
him when his lips came down on hers.
“You will see how right I am Flint!” he replied and
pulled her in a passionate kiss.
The End
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