Harry Potter and the Child of Tourach

a/n: So here’s the epilogue guys and I am really sorry that is that short. Unfortunately I did not have any more ideas and did not have the motivation to brood about it for several days. So this is what you get, better than nothing, right?

Thanks to everyone, who has taken the time to read this story. A special thanks goes to all my reviewers, especially to BZLF and muggleman for being a constant source of motivation. You all are little heroes, dudes! I sincerely hope that you enjoyed CoT.

So, what’s next? I am going to completely revise FoW. It was my first fanfiction ever and what sounded great when I wrote it, now is mediocre at best. Therefore and to make Harry more canon to CoT, I am rewriting it. After I am finished with this, I am going to stop writing HP fiction. I still have a ton of ideas for HP fics, but I am getting bored by the scenario and there’s this original idea in my head dieing to get writing down. I hope that you will still be with me then, have a look at the SciFi original section, as soon as FoW is finished again.

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Six months later, the garden behind the Burrow:
Ginny Potter deeply inhaled the sweet May air, enjoying the scents of the myriad of flowers growing in the garden and slightly damp grass. She was standing alone next to an old oak, which she and her brothers had climbed countless times, twirling one hand in her fiery locks and watching her brother and his brand-new wife waltzing between the other wedding guests, the characteristic silly smile if newly-weds plastered on their faces. Ron and Hermione had been declared husband and wife barely half an hour ago, in a beautiful ceremony held in this very garden. Her mother had outdone herself with the decorations, even hers and Harry’s wedding paled in comparison.

The whole backyard and now completely gnomeless garden of the Burrow had been decorated to serve as a decent place to hold the long overdue wedding of the century, as Harry liked to call it. Mrs. Weasley had enlisted the help of every member of the family to get all the things done she had in mind. So every Weasley except for Ron and the Potters had gone to work. After a long week everything was ready. The rose bushes were perfectly trimmed and were blossoming extraordinary well, the grass had been mowed, the old shed had been painted, the old tables been replaced with new ones, the gnomes removed, the extra tables decorated with beautiful flower decors, etc, etc. Harry even had summoned a cloud of fairies, which were currently fluttering around in the lawn, their colourful wings sparkling in the moonlight.

The wedding itself went smoothly, a very surprising fact considering that both the bride and the groom nearly had nervous breakdowns in the morning. Harry and Ginny, being best mate and bridesmaid, had to talk both of them out of calling the ceremony off in the last moment. After at least thirty minutes of talking, both of them agreed to get through with it, even though they were still scared out of their minds. Now, they looked as happy as you could get and Ginny was very happy that the never ending story of Ron and Hermione had finally come to a happy ending.

She was just about to walk over to the other guests, who were either dancing or eating cake at the large tables set close to the house, as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, a pair of hands suddenly resting on her prominent belly.
“How are my two favourite persons in the world?” asked Harry from behind her, kissing her neck softly.
“If I had know that getting pregnant would cause you to fulfil my ever desire, I would have tried it earlier.” replied Ginny teasingly, turning her head and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
“Well, as an auror it is my duty to be at the service of five-months-pregnant woman.” he said, after breaking away, in a mock serious tone. “I am reciting rule number four hundred fifty-four of the auror manual.”

“Hmm, I always knew that the world would be only half as pleasant without the helpful members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.” she returned, leaning in to kiss him again. “Maybe I should tell Wright how good you are doing this job auror Potter.”
“I would appreciate it, maybe this would increase my chances of getting a promotion.” replied Harry, kissing her again. After he broke away, his eyes suddenly clouded over and a frown appeared on his face.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” he said, pensively.
“Care to evaluate this a bit?” replied Ginny, teasingly.
“I am just thinking about everything that has happened in the last nine months. Suddenly I found myself stuck in the middle of a thousand years old contest, between possibly the three most power beings, which ever walked the earth. I swallowed an exotic and very dangerous potion, which caused me to dive into four thousand years old memories; I did not even know I had! Then I suddenly write down a spell’s Arithmancy Code, even though I don’t know anything about the subject! I watched Diagon Alley going down in flames, broke into a ministry depot and finally managed to banish the leviathans, nearly dieing in the process, just to get arrested by a crazed minister.”

“And that’s not all! I am getting freed out of my prison by a completely insane shade assassin, save my charming wife from getting murdered and start a terrorist group to overthrow the ministry. I even confronted the minister in his own office! And every one of these events happened in three months! That’s simply crazy!”

“Yeah it surely is a time to remember.” replied Ginny, closing her eyes and resting her head on his chest. “But the last nine months weren’t completely bad. Everyone came out of it alive and everything worked out in the end. Ron and Hermione are married, I am pregnant and minister Scrimgeour is out of the picture. Nothing left to disturb our happiness. And without this madness, we wouldn’t appreciate the peace as much as we do now.”
Harry realized that she had a point. Maybe you had to look death into the eye to truly understand how beautiful life is. Still, it had been a bit close for his taste. After he had surrender, Wright had thrown the minister and him into different cells, armed by at least twenty of his men and ordered a hearing by the Wizengamont for the next morning. He had allowed Bill and Remus to go, who nearly had organized a rescue mission to get Harry out, before getting informed of the deal between Wright and him, by a letter Harry had been permitted to send.

Harry had agreed to attend the hearing under the influence of Veritaserum and this had been the key to Scrimgeour’s downfall. While the minister had the refused the drink the potion, Harry’s testimony had been more than enough to convince the court of the minister’s guilt. Scrimgeour had been sentenced to fifteen years in Blackstone for attempted murder, abuse of his power, kidnapping and treason against the ministry itself. But Harry did not come out of this mess completely unscathed. He admitted having broken into the depot and having stolen ministry property, as well as forming a terrorist group and breaking into Blackstone and the ministry. Fortunately, the judges considered the circumstances as extraordinary and therefore did not raise charges against the other Order member’s. Harry himself was degraded to auror status and had to pay a fifty thousand galleon fine. Interim minister Wright won the next election, despite being divorced a multiple of times, mainly because of his good connection to Harry, who was worshipped as a hero once again these days.

Currently Harry was working again as an instructor and planned to never return into active duty. He had enough of fighting and while he still was training every day to stay in form, he hoped that he would never need his skills again. Wright wanted him to be the next head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in a few years, as soon as all the talk about his conviction had died down, but Harry himself was not too eager. He rather liked the quiet job as an instructor and really was not looking forward on once again having to deal with the public. Well, time would tell, right now he had a pregnant wife to look after and newly wed best friends, who probably would not even survive the honeymoon without needing someone to get them to talk to each other again.

“Harry?” asked Ginny and Harry suddenly realized that he had closed his eyes and was leaning against the thick trunk of the oak. “May I ask you a question?”
“You just did.” he replied, teasingly.
“Honestly, I am serious.” she returned and Harry knew that she was rolling her eyes. Suddenly she turned around and faced him, her beautiful chocolate eyes, locking with his emerald ones. “Harry, this question is important and please answer truthfully. Are you happy?”
Harry looked her straight into the eyes for a long moment. Afterwards his gaze travelled downwards to her belly before returning to her face.
“Yes.” he replied truthfully, only know realizing how happy he was. “I never was happier; I am right back where I belong.”

The End