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Survival of the fittest	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 18501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 33
- 34
Author's note: After two years, we have arrived at the end of the story. I'm both happy and sad to end this. Happy, because this means I can focus on other projects, but sad as well, because I really loved writing this fic - despite the many hours of sleep I missed to write the chapters.
I want to thank you all for your continuous support, even despite the many hiatus moments this fic went through. I really appreciate your kind comments, your notes of support and I treasure each and every one of them. Whenever I felt down, I looked at your reviews and they never failed to bring me into a better mood.
Really, guys, thank you for being willing to give this story a chance and for reading it. I really appreciate it.
Thanks to the following reviewers: starr and eros (you're actually the first and only one to ask this. The baby has magic, yes, despite all the things that nearly happened to him)
Warnings: set a couple of years into the future; fluffy moments; flashbacks; mainly Draco's pov; implied Hermione/Luna; mentioned character death.
For the last time for this story: I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Chapter 34: Epilogue
The blond man lowered the file slowly and regarded the other man with hooded eyes. "He lasted longer than I would have expected," he murmured and grimaced.
Lucius inclined his head. "He has always been a stubborn fool," he replied and took a sip from his brandy. "I cannot say I regret his death, though."
"I don't either. He had it coming," Draco sighed and placed the file back on his father's desk.
One week ago, Albus Dumbledore had passed away in Azkaban; not being able to cope with the loss of his magic any longer. It was amazing he had lived this long; most people who lost their magic died after two years.
"Are you going to inform Harry about this?" Father asked softly; his eyes alight with curiosity.
Draco released his breath slowly and shook his head. "No, he doesn't need to know about this. Knowing him he would probably blame himself," he snorted and rolled his eyes. None of them had ever informed Harry about the consequences of the ritual; Harry may have wanted to stop Dumbledore, but he was soft heartened enough to try using another ritual if he had known that Dumbledore would die without his magic.
Father hummed, acknowledging it but doing nothing to convince him otherwise.
"Any news about Weasel?" Draco asked after a bout of silence.
Ron Weasley had been given a trial three months after Scorpius had been born. He had been convicted of working together with an A class criminal, using Forbidden and Dark magic and actively attempting to murder someone. All those charges together with his big mouth at the trial had resulted in him spending the rest of his life in Azkaban without any chance of parole.
"He has been transferred to the highest level of security – the one with the Dementors – after he tried to escape a month ago," Father informed him and his lips tightened; his face showing his aggravation. "I very much doubt he will be able to do anything else again."
"That is a relief," Draco muttered. He wouldn't be hold responsible for what he would do, should Weasley ever come after them again.
"Anything special planned for this weekend?" Father asked and leant back in his chair.
"Yes, we are planning on visiting Harry's parents again. Scorpius wants to give them some drawings," Draco replied and smiled.
It had become a ritual of some sorts to visit the graves of James and Lily Potter a couple of times every month. He could clearly recall the first time they had visited their graves.
"Are you sure you want to go with us?" Harry asked and he sounded uncertain.
Draco looked up from his task of putting a fresh diaper on Scorpius and clucked his tongue. "Of course I'm sure. Wasn't I the one who suggested going?"
"Well, yeah, but your apprenticeship with Snape has just started, right? I don't want to take time away from your studying," Harry pointed out and bit his lip, tugging at his shirt.
Finally finished fighting with the stubborn diaper, Draco carefully exchanged Scorpius' blue crawler with a pure white one, while the baby gurgled and kicked with his tiny feet. Before he buttoned it close, he bent his head and blew a raspberry on the small, rounded belly and was rewarded with a soft, high pitched gurgle, which vaguely sounded like a giggle, making him chuckle in response.
Turning around to face his dark haired fiancé with Scorpius cradled against his chest, Draco made his way to Harry and sat down next to him. "Harry, love, it's fine. It's not like we are going to be away for days," he pointed out calmly. "It's beyond time for you to visit them and we have finally figured out where their graves are exactly."
"Fine, but if Snape complains, don't come whining to me," Harry warned and huffed.
Draco brushed a kiss against his forehead and smirked. "Don't worry about that. Now let's go, before this little one here starts to get cranky."
They Apparated to Godric's Hollow where the graves of Harry's parents were put. There were only a couple of people wandering through the streets and they hardly looked up when they passed the young couple with the baby cradled in the dark haired man's arms.
Harry and Draco only stopped once on their way to the graveyard to purchase a bouquet of lilies and then they were in front of the old graveyard. The old, iron gates – mostly hidden behind ivy – were open and revealed a well maintained graveyard. Practically all the graves had flowers on them and there was barely any weed present to ruin the graves.
"This graveyard smells better than the last one we visited," Garin mused and Harry felt him raising his head besides his cheek.
Their pets still insisted on accompanying them whenever they left the manor, in case they had to ward off persistent paparazzi or delusional fans of Harry. Only one of them joined them on their trips outside, while the other three remained at the manor.
"I would hope so," Draco murmured and placed his hand on Harry's back, between the coils of Garin's body. "Otherwise I would be really worried."
They made their way into the graveyard, passing an elderly woman tending to one of the new graves and a middle aged couple a few rows further. The deeper they went into the graveyard, the older the tombs started to look like, but they were still all maintained well.
Remembering Sirius' instructions, Harry turned right at the old oak tree – which had been planted right into the middle of the graveyard – and slowly walked further until he finally halted in front of a large, white marble headstone, which faintly shone, as if illuminated by something from within.
Harry was barely aware of Draco's presence next to him when he read the inscriptions on the tomb stone.
'In Loving Memory of James Potter, Born 27 March 1960, Died 31 October 1981
And Lily Potter, Born 30 January 1960, Died 31 October 1981'
The inscription underneath their names and the dates read, 'The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death'.
A lump started to grow in this throat and he blinked several times, wondering why his vision was so blurry until he realised that tears were obstructing his sight.
"Mum, dad, …" he murmured and stepped closer, holding one hand out to touch the cool marble. He barely registered Garin sliding down until he was on the ground next to him.
This was the place where his parents were buried; one of the few physical reminders that they had once been alive.
The bouquet of lilies was put into a vase and placed in the middle of the grave and the petals swayed softly in the wind.
He felt an arm coming around his shoulders and Draco tugged him softly against his side, Harry going with it willingly. He was trying his best not to cry, but it had hit him harder than he thought it would to finally see their last resting place.
"Mister Potter, Mrs. Potter, we would like to show you our son, your grandson Scorpius James," Draco murmured and Harry stilled, listening almost breathlessly. "Please look after Scorpius like you looked after Harry. I doubt our son is going to need as much protection as Harry, but well …" He laughed softly.
Even Harry had to smile and he shook his head. "Jerk," he muttered, but there was no heat behind it. The lump in his throat was slowly disappearing and he felt like he could breathe more easily again.
A quick squeeze in his side was his acknowledgement.
"We are not only here to visit you and show you your grandson, but there is one more thing I would like to do," Draco paused and seemed to gather his thoughts, while Harry blinked at him bemused.
One more thing? What thing?
"I have already asked Harry's godfather for permission, but it wouldn't feel right to not ask yours. Mister and Mrs. Potter, your son is the best thing that ever happened to me and I love him very much. I will try my best to make him happy and love him like he deserves to be loved, and so I would like your permission to marry him," Draco asked serenely. He didn't seem to feel awkward at all to ask permission from a grave.
The heavy scent of lilies filled the air and it triggered a certain memory in Harry, making him smile and look at the grave in wonder.
"They had already given their answer before you asked me," Harry murmured and felt Draco's surprised gaze on him. "When they helped me in that dream, mum told me that their answer to your question was 'yes'. I didn't understand what she was talking about back then, but it's clear now. They give you their permission."
"Thank you," Draco spoke sincerely to the grave. "I promise I will take care of him." His arm tightened around Harry's waist and Scorpius gurgled softly; his bright green eyes staring at them in wonder. "I'll take care of them both. You can count on that."
When they turned around to leave after a while, Harry threw a last look at the grave – they would be back soon, he knew – and swore that for a couple of seconds he saw two shimmering shapes waving at them.
His parents might not be there in physical form, but he knew they would never really leave him.
"How is Harry doing?"
Father's voice broke through his thoughts and the smile on his face brightened before he realised it. "He's doing fine; he's been taking it easy lately and he has reduced his hours."
"Saint Mungos is probably crying about that," Father smirked.
Draco chuckled. "His boss wasn't particularly happy with that, no, but it's not like they can force him to keep working."
After a couple of months of browsing various job offers – a lot of companies were eager to hire Harry, even if he didn't have the right degree – Harry had decided to become a Healer. That way he could still help people, but he wouldn't have to bring himself in danger to accomplish that. He had received his degree two years ago and since then had grown out to be one of the best Healers they had had so far. The hospital wasn't happy to see him working reduced hours, but they were smart enough to realise they couldn't force him to keep working his regular hours.
If they hadn't, Draco would have been more than happy to tell them what exactly they could expect to happen if they kept being foolish.

After an hour of idle chatter, it was time for Draco to return to his own manor and he left with a last nod directed to his father. He would have sought out his mother to say goodbye to her as well, but she was visiting Paris at the moment. She claimed it was to shop and visit an old friend, but the curious blush on her face told Draco it was more likely she had found a partner there. He didn't begrudge her that; his father was Bounded to Severus now and his mother deserved to be happy with someone else as well.
He would insist on meeting this man as soon as possible, though, to make certain that he was worthy enough for his mother.
"Draco, I did not know you were visiting today." Severus appeared at the foot of the staircase and peered up at him with a slight frown. He was wiping his potion stained hands on a towel.
Draco took the last step and landed on the sparkling floor. "Father called me to discuss some matters relating to Dumbledore," he murmured, not seeing the need to withhold that information from his godfather.
"Ah yes, he passed away. Lucius told me this morning," Severus retorted and something stirred in his dark eyes. "I cannot say I feel sorry." His lips curled up in a sneer.
"I doubt anyone would feel sorry," Draco answered laconically.
"Do not forget to hand in your research paper next week, Draco. Stepson or not, you will receive a failing grade if you do not hand it in on time," his godfather reminded him sharply and narrowed his eyes.
Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing full well an action like that would result in being hexed. "I know, Severus. I just need to adjust some paragraphs and then it's done. I will hand it in on time," he reassured the older man.
Severus snorted. "See that you do. Do not let yourself be distracted by your husband like a couple of months ago." His eyes contained part amusement and part exasperation.
Draco could feel himself flush and he shuffled with his feet awkwardly. "Exonerating circumstances," he muttered and could barely hold himself back from pouting like a child.
"Of course," the Potions Master sighed. "Off you go then. The batch with new potions will be ready next week."
"Thank you, Sev," Draco smiled gratefully.
"Yes, yes. Go now. Do me a favour and let that canine pair know that the new batch of Wolfsbane is almost ready as well." Not even awaiting Draco's reply, Severus disappeared through a heavy door, which hid his large laboratory.
Feeling excitement growing in his stomach – he would never get tired of returning home and seeing Harry there – Draco hurried towards the foyer where he would be able to Floo directly to their manor.

When he stepped out of the fireplace, he removed his cloak – which carried most of the soot – and placed it on the single chair next to the fireplace; confident that a house elf would appear soon to pick it up and have it cleaned.
Making his way out of the small foyer, he met Granger in the hallway, who looked only mildly surprised to see him.
"Malfoy," she greeted him friendly and nodded.
"Granger. I'm surprised to see you here without your other half," he remarked dryly.
She rolled her eyes and brushed a stray curl out of her face. "Her father thinks he has discovered a new subspecies of the wood fairy and has asked her to join him today. She left you a present, though." Her lips twitched in amusement.
His sigh was of tolerance, he decided, and not of exasperation. He just knew that this particular gift had something to do with Lovegood's odd – and at times just plain creepy – way of predicting the future. Despite her quirkiness, she was still a dear friend of Harry and he knew better than to voice out loud what he thought of her occasionally.
Ever since Harry had reconciled with Granger, the woman visited them a couple of times each month, depending on how busy her schedule was. She had started working at the Ministry as a lawyer with a speciality in defending magical creatures.
Her career choice wasn't that surprising, considering her interests, but she had shocked a lot of people when she had announced that she was together with Lovegood. Even Draco had been slightly shocked; Granger hadn't struck him as someone who was interested in the same gender, but he honestly couldn't care less who she went to bed with. As long as she didn't hurt Harry, she was welcome to visit any time she wanted with her girlfriend.
Well, as long as she gave some warning of course. Having her almost walk in on them once had been more than enough.
"Are the She-Weasel and her mother still bothering you?" Draco inquired and cocked his head.
Molly Weasley – she had stubbornly kept her last name even after the divorce went through – seemed to have focused her ire on Granger, blaming the woman for putting her son behind bars. Her daughter seemed to have become very bitter and while she didn't dare to do anything to Harry or Draco, she wasn't afraid of antagonizing Granger, egged on by her mother.
It was a wonder those two women hadn't joined Weasel in Azkaban yet.
Granger smirked and twirled her wand nonchalantly. "They will be too busy the upcoming weeks to keep bothering me," she answered pleasantly and Draco chuckled briefly.
"They targeted the wrong one," he hummed.
"I have no patience to deal with misguided people," she retorted and then relaxed. "I'm going home now. If I want to have some decent dinner tonight, I'm going to have to start on it myself."
"See you around," Draco murmured and after a quick smile, she left, using the Floo network to return to her own house.
Draco shook his head bemused and continued his search for Harry and their son. That was one of the downsides of a manor: it took considerably longer to locate someone without using any magic.

The sun shone brightly and nearly blinded him when he stepped outside and he squinted, feeling the warm sun rays hitting his bare forearms.
He was greeted by a bright smile and glittering, emerald green eyes. "Hey, Draco," Harry greeted him and turned his head to accept Draco's kiss.
The blond came to stand behind him, his arms slipping around his waist. His eyes lingered on their son, who was sharing his miniature Quidditch toy set with a brown haired boy of his age. A large, familiar, black dog was curled up next to them, keeping a watchful eyes on the two five year old boys. Draco's and Harry's pets were dozing in the shade of a large tree, lulled to sleep by the warm weather.
"Good afternoon, Draco," Lupin greeted him friendly. He was sitting on a chair, sipping from a cold glass of lemonade.
"Have they been playing nice?" Draco asked, jerking his chin towards the two boys.
"Who? Scorpius and Teddy or Sirius?" Lupin retorted dryly. "The boys have been absolute angels. They have been chasing Padfoot for most of the afternoon."
Teddy was the adopted son of Lupin and Black. Three years ago, when they had been on vacation, they had discovered the two year old abandoned in an alley. It hadn't been clear at first why the boy had been abandoned and by whom, until he had changed his whole appearance to match that of Black's.
It had never been officially confirmed – as the biological parents had never been found – but it was suspected that the boy had been left behind, because the parents couldn't deal with the fact that he was a Metamorphmagus: someone who could change their appearance at will, without the aid of spells, charms or potions. It was an incredibly rare gift and it was something one had to be born with, as it wasn't a skill one could learn. Usually wizards and witches with this particular gift were admired, but clearly the parents of this child had had another opinion about that. The boy was a Halfblood, so the possibility of the parents not having any knowledge about magic had been ruled out.
Lupin and Black hadn't been able to leave the boy behind at an orphanage and so, thanks to the combined help of Lucius and Harry, Lupin and Black had been able to officially adopt the little boy only ten months after finding him.
Despite being abandoned, the toddler had quickly become attached to his new parents and referred to them as Daddy Remus and Papa Sirius. Teddy had quickly taken to Draco and Harry as well, adopting them readily as his uncles and Scorpius as his cousin.
The boys often could be found together, playing and having fun.
Draco was glad that his son had a playmate. While they had become parents at a young age, none of their friends had children of their own as of now – most of them weren't even married yet – and finding playmates for Scorpius had been rather difficult.
Luckily Scorpius had taken to Teddy and they were quickly becoming best friends.
Draco nuzzled the patch of soft skin underneath Harry's ear, feeling him shiver slightly, and asked, "How was the check-up?"
"Everything is fine," Harry smiled and his hands came up to cover Draco's on top of his rounded belly. "The baby is growing as it should."
"That's good to hear," Draco breathed out and pressed a soft kiss in his neck. A smile broke out on his face when he felt a gentle kick aimed at his hand.
Currently Harry was six months pregnant with their second child and he was absolutely glowing. This baby had been an accident as well; they had been using contraception charms, but one night they had gotten slightly drunk, having celebrated their fourth wedding anniversary, and they had forgotten to cast the appropriate charms. Two months later, Harry had had a pleasant surprise for him.
This was one of the times when Draco silently admitted to himself that Harry might have been correct when he stated that Severus could be a bit too demanding at times. He was currently slaving over his third assignment: an essay of forty pages about the properties of the various dragon eggs and their effects in potions. He was nearly finished; he had only three more pages to go, but writing those pages was quite difficult as he struggled with the last property of the Peruvian Vipertooth's egg.
He needed to finish it by tonight, though, as the deadline was tomorrow morning and Severus did not appreciate tardiness.
He sighed and stared broodily at his half-finished paragraph. He really appreciated the fact that his godfather had been willing to accept him as his apprentice, but Merlin, he could use a break!
Consulting the heavy tome about the Peruvian Vipertooth again – the Black library had a surprising amount of dragon books available and Harry's godfather hadn't minded that he had borrowed the book – his ears picked up the vague sound of his son's bright laughter and unwillingly his lips curled up into a soft smile.
Scorpius would be turning five in less than four months and had already developed quite the stubborn streak. He didn't misbehave often, though. The chances of him landing himself in trouble in the presence of their four pets were very slim and that reassured both Draco and Harry. They themselves might have complained once in a while about the overprotectiveness of their pets, but at the end of the day they appreciated the sentiment.
They also were good babysitters.
To be honest, he rather wanted to be with his husband and son, but he was unfortunately stuck at his desk, trying to figure out what else he could write about the egg.
The door to his study opened and revealed a small, dark blond haired boy with startling green eyes, who was holding a stuffed toy in the form of a bunny against his chest.
Draco turned around and quirked a smile when his eyes fell on his son. "Hey Scorpius, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked and stood up, throwing a quick glance at the clock in the corner. Yes, as he suspected: it was eight o'clock, the time when Scorpius was supposed to get into bed so that he could go to sleep.
Scorpius pouted and held out his arms, demanding silently to be picked up. "I want see papa," he said as if that excused him from being out of bed.
Not able to say no to the toddler, Draco picked him up and settled him on his hips, feeling small arms closing around his neck. The vague scent of roses reached his nose when he pressed a kiss on the soft, blond hair.
He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching him. Harry appeared in the door opening, rolling his eyes when he caught sight of their son snuggling up against his husband. He crossed his arms and shook his head.
"You're supposed to be in bed, Scorpius," Harry chided the young boy gently.
Scorpius turned his head to look at him and his pout grew. "I want see papa," he declared again.
"Papa is busy with his work, darling, and you need to go to sleep," Harry replied, but didn't sound angry.
Scorpius seemed ready to sulk – and Draco was already preparing himself for a tantrum – until the boy sighed and nodded. "Night kiss, papa," he muttered and pressed a sloppy kiss against Draco's cheek.
"Good night, Scorpius," Draco smiled and kissed his forehead, making Scorpius smile at him brightly.
The blond boy then wriggled around until Draco lowered him on the ground.
"Night, papa!" Scorpius said and then allowed Harry to take him by his hand and put him in his bed again.
Draco chuckled and returned to his desk; Scorpius had made it an evening ritual to kiss them both goodnight before he went to bed. He also often tried to use that as a way to stay awake past his bedtime.
He sat down behind his desk and took up his quill again; at least that small interruption had cleared his mind somewhat.
Almost twenty minutes later, a soft knock on the door broke through his concentration and he blinked, calling out, "Come in, Harry."
"Am I interrupting?" Harry asked and cocked his head to the right.
"No, come on in. I can use the distraction," Draco smiled wryly. At least he only had two more pages to go now. Any progress was good at this point.
Harry closed the door behind him with a soft 'click' and sat down on the only other chair that was present in his study.
Noticing the peculiar look on his husband's face, Draco placed his quill on his desk and asked concerned, "Is something the matter?"
Harry hesitated visibly and took a deep breath. His hands were hidden inside his long sleeves – apparently he had borrowed another sweater of Draco. "Do you remember the first time we lived here and we were discussing names for Scorpius?"
Admittedly that odd question threw him off, as he had no idea what could have brought that on, but he merely nodded. "Of course I remember. You were adamant that you are going to choose the first name of our second one," he answered dryly.
"I was wondering … Do you still want more than one child or is Scorpius enough?" Harry inquired and there was an queer shine to his eyes.
"I wouldn't mind another child, no," Draco spoke slowly after a moment of silence. "Why? Do you want to try for another baby?"
He wouldn't mind trying again if he had to be honest. After Scorpius was born, they had looked up contraception charms as they hadn't wanted another baby so soon after Scorpius. The only downside to those charms was that they had to be casted every time they were about to make love, but it was preferable to having a second child so soon after Scorpius. They had decided to first settle down decently, get used to a life without danger and work on their studies before they would attempt to have another child.
Draco would say that with Harry working as a Healer and him part time studying as a Potions apprenticeship and part time helping Severus brew potions to sell, a second baby would be welcome now. He didn't want the age difference between Scorpius and the other child to be too big after all.
Harry licked his lips and his foot bobbed up and down, causing Draco to become wary. "What would you say if I told you I'm pregnant again?" he asked apprehensively.
Draco blinked, not certain whether he had understood it correctly. "I – I'd ask how long already," he replied and stilled.
"Would you be angry?"
"Angry?" A sharp bark of laughter escaped him and he felt Harry's wide eyed gaze on him. "Why the hell would I be angry for that? If anything, I would be happy!"
Harry's lips quirked into an odd smile and he pulled something out of his pocket. He held up a small vial containing a midnight blue liquid.
A very familiar liquid despite the fact that Draco hadn't seen it in five years.
"I have been unwell lately and I took the test today," Harry said softly and his hand trembled slightly. "I'm two months pregnant."
"You – you're serious. You're really pregnant?" Draco asked shocked and his ears seemed to ring faintly.
Harry nodded silently, biting his lip.
Draco stood up and strode towards Harry, wrapping him up in a hug as soon as he could touch him. "That's amazing, Harry!" he laughed and pressed several kisses against Harry's cheeks. He pulled back to stare at the dark haired man, whose cheeks were flushed. "You're really pregnant? We're really going to have another baby?" he couldn't help but ask to be certain.
He wasn't dreaming now, right? He hadn't fallen asleep at his desk? Harry was really carrying another baby?
"Yes, we're going to have another baby, Draco," Harry smiled excitedly and a single tear escaped his eye.
"I'm so happy; you don't know how happy I am right now," Draco babbled and kissed Harry deeply, pouring all the love he felt for the man into the passionate kiss. He was rewarded by a pleased moan and arms going around his shoulders, pressing him closer.
Fuck, they were going to have another baby. Harry was pregnant again.
He pulled back, leaving the both of them rather breathless, and pulled Harry's sweater up, baring his stomach. His stomach which housed their second child.
He pressed a tender kiss against the – for now at least – flat stomach. "Hey there, I'm your papa," he murmured and despite knowing he wouldn't feel the baby kick for another couple of months, he couldn't help but kiss the skin again.
When he looked up, he was met with a teary gaze.
"I was afraid you would be mad," Harry whispered in a smothered voice. "That you wouldn't want this baby."
"Why on earth wouldn't I want this baby?" Draco asked confounded.
"Because it's not planned."
"I don't care whether it's planned or not. I want this baby; you do too, right?"
Harry nodded with a wavering smile.
"Then we're good. We're going to keep this baby and Scorpius will have a brother or a sister in seven months." Draco rose up and their mouths met again in a tender kiss. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"Granger said that Lovegood left a present behind?" he murmured, letting his hands slip underneath Harry's loose shirt. The baby gave another kick when he softly pressed down with two fingers.
"Ah? Yeah, it's on the kitchen table," Harry replied smiling. "It's a pink unicorn doll; a present for the baby," he chuckled.
"Can we assume from that that we are going to have a girl?" Draco asked cautiously.
His husband turned around to face him completely and his eyes glittered excitedly. "Remus discovered the gender today. We're going to have a girl, Draco," he announced delighted.
"That's fantastic news!" Draco grinned and couldn't help but kiss him thoroughly, ignoring the presence of the other people around him.
They were going to have a daughter; their own little girl.
"Papa, you're home!"
They broke apart when their son came running to them and Draco ruffled his blond hair. "Hey Scorpius, have you been a good boy today?"
Scorpius nodded determined. "I help daddy making food," he announced proudly and gestured towards Teddy, who had followed him. "Teddy help too."
"Yes, they were very good assistants," Harry chuckled.
"That's good to hear. You've been very good, boys," Draco praised the two small boys, who preened under the attention.
While the two boys cajoled Lupin into playing a game of tag with Black, Draco slipped his arms around Harry again, feeling him lean back against his chest.
At this moment, surrounded by his family, it was hard to believe that almost six years ago they had been fighting for their lives, barely surviving.
But against all odds they had survived. They were here now, together, safe. They had a beautiful son now and soon their daughter would arrive.
When Draco had developed his plan to have Harry join him in his House, he had not foreseen that this was the future he would end up getting.
But he regretted none of it.
They were finally able to live their lives as they wanted and Draco was intent on living his to the fullest.
Together with Harry and their children.
Love truly conquered everything.

AN2: (I suck at writing endings, forgive me guys *sweatdrops*) This is the end of the story, guys. For the ones interested, I posted a oneshot in Sirius' pov, called Following Tradition, which will expand on a scene which briefly appeared in the previous chapter.
For the last time in this story, please leave your thoughts behind in a review!
And just for the heck of it: what was your favourite moment in this story? :)
For now I say farewell, but I hope to see you all again in my future stories!
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