35Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor – Final Chapter
Introduction:
Disclaimer: These stories are not mine all characters belong to JK Rowling.
Nineteen Years Later…
Wait… what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Donât these things happen in even amounts of years like âtwo,â âten,â or âtwentyâ? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? âOh, look at me; Iâm such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! Iâm such a trend setter.â
Who am I to go against convention?
Fifteen years later…
No matter how many times Harry saw the ânewâ Hogwarts, the wizardâs chest would puff up with well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and rebuilt the ancient castle.
It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not exactly. The Astronomy Tower was significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet pleasing curve to it. And most people described the parapet as being âcrownâ shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had been featured in the original poster art for Disneyâs âThe Little Mermaid.â The thick, creeping vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison.
Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking, snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate â and throb â particularly the new Astronomy Tower.
Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the black-lace choker around his wifeâs neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore deserved a âpunishmentâ from Harry. Today, the punishment hadnât been for improper dusting, but for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played.
Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck.
âOh my, we donât want to lose this one,â the brunette said instantly realizing what Harryâs gesture meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. âRisqu?aidâ was one of her most favorite games after-all.
As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and Voldemortâs defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year the birth rate had shattered the previous yearâs record setting number. This massive and continual spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced thanks to Voldemortâs demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) âMona Puckleâ and sixth month pregnant (with the twins Harry and Harriet) âPerky âThe Jugsâ Weatherbyâ with their respective husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that helped fight various sagging bits on both partners.
âIt looks like theyâre going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing student body,â commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The schoolâs population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS.
âMaybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?â suggested Harry, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. âI mean itâs not like we havenât invested ourselves to the castle before.â
âIâll work on it tonight,â she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun when orgasms were included.
The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didnât need to work. She did however take the position of Hogwartsâ nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron took up the position of nurseâs aide for the same reasons â that and easy access to the mid-afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry was content to be what Muggles called a âStay-at-Home-Dadâ while Hermione, who did more than her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the âChosen Oneâ by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom. They were so overjoyed by their Saviorâs accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home, the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harryâs accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years.
Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital Ward.
ââLo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?â asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves with ointments, salves and various potions.
Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonksâ eldest son, pushed his way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head.
âWhatâs the matter, Sirius?â Luna asked.
âErm⊠uhâŠI⊠er⊠bumped my head,â he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of mischief and mayhem.
âDid you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?â asked Luna.
âWhich ones?â the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to distract the adults in the room. âYour twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harryâs twins?â
Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with this distraction, Harry asked, âSo it was Hyphen then?â
âYes, Uncle Harry,â Sirius admitted. âWe were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons.â
âAnd I take it our daughterâs in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?â asked Hermione.
âYes,â he replied.
Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphenâs brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving Slytherins hell. Of course heâd never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity.
Luna gingerly pulled the boyâs hand from his head and said, âJust a scratch and a mild concussion â nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion wonât fix.â
Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the âmiracle-boyâ away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his father. However, Sirius also inherited his motherâs Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon, Sirius did not change, much to everyoneâs surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a cure for Lycanthropy based off of Siriusâ unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the âmiracle-boy.â
Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, âI have news,â the brunette was glowing with happiness. âGuess whose expecting again?â
âAnother one?â asked Ron disbelievingly.
âYou know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldnât be without child for more than a year at a time.â
After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child, Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter â affectionately called âHyphenâ â was born a little more than nine months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew Hyphen wasnât late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her âdelay in the truth.â In retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie â Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all. In his defense, he had accepted his future wifeâs claim simply because he didnât think she could have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed. After a long, drawn out argument, and as a form of âpenance,â Hermione baked Harry a pie (or rather, she asked Dobby â their employed house-elf â to bake Harry a pie) and then performed fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her âdelay in the truth.â This couldnât be further from the truth â the couple had always intended on having a large family.
âWhat will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, Iâm a Weasley and I donât have that many,â the red head commented.
âBut youâre not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didnât have so many grandchildren from your brothers and sister, Iâm certain sheâd berate you daily for only having four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a total of eight. Even Charlie, whoâs gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying to make up for your lack of children with their eleven,â Hermione pointed out.
âThatâs only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginnyâs womb each time they make love,â Luna said. âThey have to realize that no magical form of anti-conception will work with them.â
âYeah, letâs just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on,â Harry chuckled. âOr at least buy some Muggle-condoms.â
âSo, number nine, huh,â Ron said, returning to his friendâs happy news. âYouâre going to run out of names you know.â
âWell I suggested we name the baby after Snape,â Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that marred her husbandâs face.
âI take it that didnât go over well?â asked Luna.
âNo,â Harry said, flatly.
âTo say the least,â snorted Hermione. âAfter I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told him it was a joke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I think it worked out rather well for me.â
âWere you two were playing âThe Lady and the Pauperâ or âSnarky Schoolgirlâ?â asked Ron.
âNo, it was the âRisqu?aidâ this time. In fact, the maid-chokerâs in her pocket right now,â Harry replied. âAnd just to clarify; thereâs no paddling in âThe Lady and the Pauperâ scenario. Youâre thinking of âKing Harry and the Duchess of Canterburyâ âA Long, Cold Night in Januaryâ or âThe Babysitterâs Reward.ââ
âAh, my mistake,â the red-head said with a smile. âIâll try to keep them straight.â
âAnd what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?â the blonde asked, already knowing the answer.
âAnother sound paddling,â Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette’s other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions.
âWell, weâll just have to celebrate wonât we?â Ron said.
âWhat should we celebrate? The fact that Hermioneâs still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are going to have another child?â asked Luna playfully.
âWe can celebrate both as far as Iâm concerned,â replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous.
âWeâve reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids,â Hermione said to her friends.
âGreat, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ,â said Ron.
âNo, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron,â Luna corrected. âKatie Bell is the owner of The Three Broomsticks.â
âThatâs right. I donât know why I get those two confused.â
As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw; âWow, the ten Potters and six Weasleys, thatâs going to one big table.â
âOw,â exclaimed Harry suddenly.
âWhat is it dear?â asked Hermione.
âSome damn insect just bit my scar.â
The End
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