The war was over. Victory had finally been achieved. As soon as Harry delivered the deathly blow on Lord Voldemort, news of his death spread like wildfire. Big major headlines of Voldemort’s death made it into every newspaper and magazine ever existed in the wizarding world. As soon as Hogwarts reopened, the whole school, together with the Ministry of Magic, celebrated the end of a long war and a new beginning of the wizarding world along with the students and their families present. The Ministry declared the death day of Voldemort as Independence Day. Many people from all different countries in the wizarding world celebrated the great day like the time they celebrated the defeat of Voldemort by the Boy Who Lived, only this time, it was more open and more joyous than before.
Of course, the heroes behind the victory were not forgotten. Special titles were given to Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Sirius-Kiaran Featherworth and Harry James Potter, who got the best title of all as Grand Wizard, Saviour of Wizards and Witches. Many toasted to their names and their contribution and were sure to remember them for years to come. The Weasley family, Draco’s mother Narcissa and Hermione’s Muggle parents who were there felt ultimately proud that their children were being revered as heroes. Now, not only Harry was being idolized by fans all over the world.
That didn’t mean anything to Harry. In fact, while they were still celebrating and talking about the defeat of Voldemort, Harry sneaked off and walked all the way towards the Forbidden Forest, leaving Ron, Hermione and Draco to boast about how they single-handedly defeated the Death Eaters and rescued all the innocent babies from their grasp. After killing Voldemort, Albus and the professors helped Harry give Naga a proper burial. Harry had chosen a spot deep in the forest where no one would think of looking and buried Naga there. He wanted the grave to be surrounded by bushes of roses and lilies and be visible to only the people he wished them to see, namely Albus and the professors and his best friends. Reporters still asked about who the father of his child was, but Albus took care of the problem by saying that the father was a Death Eater who raped him under Voldemort’s orders and that he had confessed his act before being given the Kiss. It certainly raised a few eyebrows and a chain of pity by the public but Harry didn’t care anymore. He was just glad the whole ordeal was over.
Harry passed by a few centaurs quietly before reaching to the grave where Naga was buried. On the tombstone it bore the words ALBERTO ALEXI ZEPHYR JANPHEN CANINUS GENERUS POTTER a.k.a. COOKIE, SON OF HARRY JAMES POTTER WHO LIVED & DIED IN PEACE, just as he requested Albus to conjure up. As he knelt on the soft earth attending to the roses and lilies, memories of Cookie came back to him. They were all so clear—from the day he found himself pregnant to the day he gave birth under the help of Winnie Dumbledore to the day he had to kill him with his wand. His heart ached with sorrow and guilt at the thought of them all. So much time he had with him while he was pregnant yet so little he appreciated till the very last minute. Warm tears began to flow out of his eyes. He made no attempt to stop them.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming his way. He spun round and saw a tall, dark figure slowly moving towards him. He couldn’t see his face at first because the figure’s back was facing the light, but as soon as he came within his eyesight range, he immediately recognized the face that belonged to the figure.
“Are you alright?”
Harry wailed as he ran into the figure’s arms.
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Harry was back at St. Mungo maternity ward coached by Winnie Dumbledore and her fellow medi-colleagues, heavily pregnant and heavily breathing as he tried to push his baby twins out of him. This time, he wasn’t alone with only Winnie for company. His husband was there to hold his hand and help him through the birth.
Much have changed after the death of Voldemort. Ron and Hermione resumed their jobs in the Ministry, but they were awarded with a much higher position than their current occupation. Just last fall, Harry had attended their wedding, but not before finding out that Hermione was pregnant with Ron’s daughter. Draco was awarded to Head Auror and led his team with full tenacity and vigilance. He and Harry eventually became friends, and would occasionally have tea together to chat about old times. He would sometimes join Harry, Ron and Hermione whenever they wanted to just hang out, and had his share of experiencing the Muggle life once in a while.
Sirius finally found a new body to possess. Albus Dumbledore had helped him locate someone who had recently died young somewhere in another country and told Sirius about it as soon as he received the news. They made sure that this person had no strings attached and had lived such a simple, normal life that no one would even miss him dying before Sirius happily left Kiaran Featherworth’s body and took him to possession. Sirius did a few face-altering changes towards his new body to make it as similar as his original Sirius looks as possible and asked Remus to marry him the following year. Remus gladly accepted and soon moved into Grimmauld’s Place with Sirius where they ‘lived happily ever after’.
After waking up from his long spiritual hibernation, Kiaran Featherworth was rather surprised at his sudden promotion to become Head Auror alongside with Draco Malfoy since he couldn’t remember anything about saving Hogwarts or fighting Death Eaters, but Draco convinced him that he had a blow to his head during the battle, resulting to amnesia and told him to play along with whatever was showered at him. He eventually did and soon became very close with Draco throughout their missions as Aurors. Rumour has it that Draco and Kiaran had started dating.
The day Harry threw himself into the stranger’s arms was the day that brought their relationship to the next level. After the mourning, Harry had decided to take the job as a DADA professor and teach the students everything he knew about the Dark Arts. He and the stranger would occasionally meet up for a drink and small talk, but it usually ended up in wild, hot and saucy sex. Harry had traumatized his female parts so badly during the war that his hermaphrodite state was irreversible, but he didn’t care anymore. All he cared was that he honestly loved the stranger too much to leave him and that the stranger loved him for who he was and not what he was. One night, after a long and passionate unadulterated sex during a batch of students’ graduation night, Harry revealed to the stranger that he was pregnant with his child. The stranger proposed to him that very minute, and by two months later, the stranger became his husband.
“It’s OK, Harry. I’m right here,” his husband coaxed as he kissed his sweaty forehead.
“I hate you…!” Harry whined as he clutched his hand harder.
“Not as much as I will hate you if you don’t get our twins out. You can do it. I’m here for you.”
Harry took a deep breath and pushed. The familiar feeling of being ripped into half came in folds as he strained with all his might to push out the babies. The feeling of warm blood on his thighs and cold sweat all over his body was no stranger to him. He had been through this before, but it was worse, being that it wasn’t just one child he was trying to get out, but two. He screamed out his husband’s name as he bore down as hard as he could.
“I see the head. I see the head. Keep going,” the doctor coached as he reached over to hold the lump between Harry’s legs.
“Oh God…Oh God…It hurts…!”
“It’s alright. It’s alright. It’ll be all over soon. Keep going.”
Harry grabbed his husband’s sleeve and pushed, threatening to tear it. His husband sat him up a little and held him close to his chest, coaxing him and urging him to keep going. Harry let out scream after scream as he put all his strength into getting the babies out.
“Almost there, Harry,” Winnie said. “You’re almost there.”
He could feel it. He could tell from the pain that the doctor had got the shoulders out. No sooner he felt the rest of the baby being pulled out than he felt another lump between his legs painfully edging its way out of him. Harry cried, his voice echoing down the entire maternity ward.
“OH GOD! HELP ME! IT HURTS! OWW! IT HURTS…!”
“Shh,” his husband rocked him in his arms. “You just got one out. It’s just the other one coming, that’s all.”
“DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT! YOU BASTARD, I HATE YOU!”
“Just keep pushing. I’m right here.”
“I hate you…!”
“No, you don’t hate me, Harry. Now push!”
Harry lunged forward and bit his husband on the shoulder, bearing down hard. His husband didn’t do anything to stop him. He just let him bite as Harry continued to push and let out muffled screams. Harry felt his back being stroke soothingly and he let go. He was shocked to see bloodstains on the blue T-Shirt he bought him for his birthday but he didn’t seem to blame him one bit. In fact, he claimed his lips and kissed him deeply before saying, “Your pain is my pain, Harry, and so will be your joy.”
Harry cried as he bore down one last time. After what felt like forever, he let out an agonizing wail as he felt the doctor pulled out the other twin out of his body. At last, he could hear two tiny squalls of his babies as they took in the air. His cries followed as he buried his face into his husband’s chest and sobbed. It’s only when Winnie asked his husband to cut the umbilical cord of his twins that he lay the tired, gasping Harry back on bed.
“Open your eyes, love. It’s both our daughter and son.”
Harry opened his eyes slowly and saw the two bundles in his husband’s arms. He took one bundle and examined them closely. Both of them had his husband’s dark-ebony hair and his emerald-green eyes. He had never seen anyone more beautiful than them, well, after his first Cookie, that is.
“What shall we name them?” his husband asked.
“You do the honours,” Harry replied tiredly. “You’re the father.”
“Well, I was thinking…maybe Serena Amber and Serione Ash. Those were the names of my great-grandparents, as far as I know.”
“It’s perfect. I love them.”
His husband reached over and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. It was until they were in need of air that they parted and he whispered, “I love you, Harry.”
“And I you, Severus.”
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