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Epilogue
“Daddy!” Two small dark-haired children threw themselves at the approaching shinobi and he caught them up easily, swinging them into his arms. Sunlight glinted off the red highlights in the six-year-old girl’s hair as she snuggled into her father’s arms.
“Mikoto! James! Let your father at least get in the door before you tackle him,” a stern yet amused voice called from the doorway of the nearby house. The dark-haired man smiled at his burdened husband, taking their son from him before leaning in for a kiss. “Welcome home love. Did your mission go well?” Harry smiled at Itachi as he herded his family inside.
“No injuries Harry. How is the School?” Itachi asked in return as he removed his vest and sandals.
“Going well, exams are soon. James has some news for you,” Harry smiled at their son.
James was the quieter of the twins and took more after Itachi physically although he had the Evan’s eyes. Mikoto had Harry’s hair mixed with her grandmother’s but had already developed the Sharingan. Harry might have the Sharingan, could use it as if born with it, but he couldn’t pass it on like Itachi could.
“Oh?” Itachi sat down and let his son sit on his lap.
“Papa tested me and I get to start school next year,” James said quietly, looking down at his lap nervously.
“That’s wonderful news James. I am very proud of you.” Itachi hugged the boy close, smiling as his son relaxed.
“I don’t get to go! But Uncle Iruka said I can start the Academy soon! Can I please?” Mikoto begged, and her parents stared at each other over their children’s heads.
It wasn’t really surprising that they had one child with each ability. So far, Harry was the only person able to use both chakra and magic and it seemed like it was going to stay that way.
“We will talk it over. But now it’s time for all good children to wash up for dinner,” Itachi told them and the two took off. Itachi sighed tiredly and then smiled as his husband took James’ place on his lap.
“Do we want Mikoto starting so young? James needs to get his magic under control, he keeps accidentally levitating things but does Mikoto need to start so soon?” Harry asked quietly.
“I was younger,” Itachi pointed out gently.
“And it hurt you. All you young genius’ grew up with emotional issues because of being allowed to graduate young. Is it wrong to want our children to keep their innocence longer than we did?” Harry asked, his hand going to the barely noticeable swell of his stomach where the next Uchiha-Potter rested.
“No, I think that’s part of being a good parent. We’ll talk with Iruka. Maybe she can just start the theory and basic weapons handling since she is already learning the Uchiha style and some of what you learnt in England.”
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Iruka rolled over and stared at his sleeping husband. It had been five years and sometimes he still couldn’t believe Kakashi had asked him to marry him. That had been the happiest day of his life. Though the day they had adopted little Hana came a close second. The three-year-old made their lives complete in so many ways, especially since Kakashi had retired. After five missions in a row had landed the older shinobi in the intensive care unit Iruka and Tsunade had agreed it was time for Kakashi to retire. Harry had even offered to ward the town against Kakashi leaving if that was what it took. Six months later they had adopted a baby Hana and had never regretted anything.
Iruka still taught at the Academy but he no longer took missions outside of Konoha. If someone had told him eight years ago that Kakashi would be a stay-at-home father he would have politely escorted them to the hospital but the copy-nin had taken to the role with flying colours.
“Having fun?”
Iruka smiled at the sleepy voice. “Could be having more.” He teased, and Kakashi rolled over.
“Hana isn’t up yet?”
“Not a peep.” Iruka grinned as Kakashi pulled him down.
“Good.”
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Sakura smiled at her old teammates as the two men bickered playfully. It wasn’t often that the three of them were able to get together. Naruto was busy with his Hokage training and Sasuke…he laughed, knocking Naruto’s shin with his left crutch. He’d never fully recovered from Pain…Nagato’s attack. He’d finally graduated to the crutches two years ago; it would have been sooner but his legs had wasted badly even though they had kept exercising his legs when he was paralysed.
The idea of Sasuke as anything other than a shinobi would have had him enraged when they were kids but now he seemed perfectly happy out of the forces. The idea of being engaged to Naruto would have caused an even more destructive reaction probably and yet now they were months out from their wedding. Sasuke hadn’t wanted to be wheeled to his own wedding and Naruto just wanted him happy so had agreed to wait.
The hospital and occasional mission kept her pretty busy too, so did finding time with her own husband. Lee had brought up the idea of kids the other day and after seeing the Uchiha-Potter twins over the years, she thought she might be ready now. She’d have to slow down but she had the feeling there’d be plenty of people willing to babysit once she wanted to get back to work in the hospital.
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Sasuke leant back against Naruto, smiling softly when gentle fingers ran through his hair. He was completely content with his life, even if it was nothing like he’d imagined as a child, before or after the clan died. This time next week he’d be an Uzumaki-Uchiha, he had his big brother back, was an uncle to two amazing kids with a third on the way, he had real friends… what more could he want? Yes, sometimes he got a little bored but then Naruto would appear wanting advice on something or Harry would drop the twins on him for a while so he could deal with some magical emergency.
It had been long enough that he doubted he’d ever walk unaided again but it didn’t bother him anymore. He got around well enough. And he had a clan again; was clan head since Itachi had refused the position. They weren’t a large clan and likely never would be again considering he and Naruto couldn’t have children and Obito rarely left the compound let alone seemed interested in marrying anyone. This child would be Harry and Itachi’s last, so how large could the clan grow from three children? He knew they could adopt; the child and their children would carry the name but not the blood. Then again, he didn’t see the family’s Kekkei Genkai the same way he had as a child. There was more to family than sharing the same eyes.
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Kakashi dropped a bag from Ichiraku’s on the table before sitting down. Obito looked up and snorted, shaking his head, but opened the bag to get the food and chopsticks out. Obito would never be the boy he remembered but he was no longer the person he’d been when they’d captured him either, thanks to the hard work of Harry, Itachi, and Inoichi. He still had sessions with Harry every few months but Kakashi would never ask about them.
“How’s the husband and kid?” Obito asked.
“They’re good. I think Iruka’s going to strangle some of this year’s class though. You could always drop by and visit,” he suggested, and Obito shrugged noncommittedly.
Obito had become a recluse, living in the house he’d grown up in on the edge of the Uchiha district. Kakashi knew it was perfectly safe, thanks to Harry’s work. The only visitors he ever had were the clan and him. His chakra was still sealed and likely always would be but Obito didn’t seem to really care about it anymore. He wasn’t under house arrest anymore and very few people knew of his role in Akatsuki. Most believed he had spent all those years as a prisoner of war, that had been Tsunade’s idea, to keep him from being attacked once freed.
“How’s retirement?” Obito still sounded like he didn’t fully believe Kakashi had actually retired.
Kakashi smirked and pulled his mask down to eat, regaling him with stories of Hana and the mischief she got up to with her ‘cousins’. Sasuke had declared that since he had a Sharingan, he was family, even if he didn’t use the Uchiha name. So the twins had claimed Hana as their cousin.
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Naruto grinned as they reached the alter, walking at Sasuke’s pace. The room was packed with friends, comrades, and family. He took Sasuke’s hand once he had passed one crutch to Itachi. Naruto wouldn’t let him fall. He looked amazing in his formal get up, way better than Naruto did in his. They’d been waiting for this day for years and he felt ready to burst with happiness. So much so that he could hear a certain fox grumbling, but he knew Kurama didn’t mean it.
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Hermione Zabini reclined in her chair, staring out over the lake. It still felt weird for her to be sitting on that side of the desk despite having been headmistress for five years. She had been elected the first Headmistress of the newly rebuilt Hogwarts and it had been a great honour but she always felt like she didn’t really deserve it. Oh, it was something she’d occasionally dreamed of as a student but then there’d been the war…Draco’s death…Harry vanishing after holding the building up so they could escape… the years after hadn’t been easy.
The position had been offered to Severus but he’d turned it down flat, nominating her instead. She was the youngest to hold the position but for one, her muggle upbringing had worked for her. The Wizarding World had finally realised just how advanced non-magicals had become after the mess in Belgium seven years ago that had nearly exposed the whole magical world. She’d been given free rein to modernise the school and ensure their students would be at home in either world.
One thing still bothered her even after all these years though, Harry Potter’s body and the Sword of Gryffindor had never been found amongst the rubble. Even Voldemort’s remains, ashes really, had been identified but there was no sign of her best friend. Was it possible that Harry was out there somewhere, alive? But if he was, then why hadn’t he at least contacted her?
Hermione blinked and suddenly wasn’t in her office. She was in the kitchen of a warmly decorated yet foreign appearing house. Seated at the table were two children, diligently colouring something in. But it was the man at the stove that held her attention. Dark hair fell messily about his shoulders as he bent over a pot of food. When the man turned Hermione was frozen by one intense green eye and one black, a very familiar scar barely visible through his hair. She gasped as her gaze settled on the rounded stomach; Harry appeared to be about seven months pregnant. Those eyes locked on her and Harry smiled.
‘Are you happy Mione?’ A soft voice echoed around her though Harry’s lips didn’t move.
“Yes.” She whispered in answer, and Harry’s smile widened.
‘Good.’ With that Hermione found herself back in her office, her husband of three years hovering worriedly.
“Hermione?” Blaise frowned at her in concern, and Hermione smiled.
“Everything’s alright,” she promised as he scooped her up into his arms, moving to their quarters where they settled on the couch, his ear pressed to where their own child was growing. “Everything is alright now.”
The End.