harry's creature inheritance

All That We've Grown

Enrico's POV

I never thought I'd get here.

Not really. Not after everything I'd been through. There were nights I used to lie awake, wondering if I'd ever feel safe—if I'd ever have a future that didn't hurt to imagine.

But today... I'm holding it. Literally.

Theo's fast asleep in my arms, tiny fingers curled around one of mine. His twin sister, Amara, is dozing peacefully against Art's chest, all wrapped up in a soft yellow blanket Luna knitted.

And just behind me, I can hear Luc and Sev arguing over who makes the better cup of tea. Again.

I smile. I'm smiling so much more now.

This isn't the end of the story. It's just the beginning of a new chapter. But still... it's the end of something, too. A journey that started in fear and uncertainty and somehow bloomed into this strange, beautiful, messy, magical life.

We built this. Together.

And I wouldn't change a thing.

Arthur's POV

I still don't think I deserve them.

There are days I look at Ric, Luc, and Sev and feel this ache in my chest — because I remember who I used to be. Before them. I was angry, scared, lashing out at the world before it could hurt me again.

But they didn't give up on me.

Even when I didn't think I was worth loving... they loved me anyway.

We've made a home. A real one. There are messy floors and sleepless nights and teacups left everywhere, but there's laughter now. Music. Baby giggles. Warm hands reaching for mine when nightmares get too loud.

And when I see Ric holding Theo like the world could never touch him again... when I hear Luc whispering stories to Amara as she falls asleep on his chest... when Sev reads to all of us like it's a ritual... I know we've built something solid. Something lasting.

Family.

Ours.

Severus' POV

I was never meant to have this.

If you'd told me, years ago, that I'd be sitting at a kitchen table with my bonded mates, helping to feed a set of twins while enchanted spoons danced in the air... I would've called you mad.

But here we are.

I still struggle sometimes. I say the wrong thing. I get too sharp. But they never let me retreat too far. They always pull me back—gently, persistently. Enrico with his quiet understanding. Arthur with his fierce loyalty. Luc with his constant, grounding presence.

It isn't always easy. But it's ours.

We are healing. Not all at once. But every day. And every night that ends with Ric asleep beside me, Luc tucked against my shoulder, and Arthur snoring against Ric's back... I know we've done something rare. Something right.

I didn't believe in miracles.

Now I live with four of them.

Luc's POV

I think part of me always knew I'd love like this.

It was just... getting here that I couldn't imagine.

I've loved before. But never this deeply. Never this honestly. Being with Ric, Sev, and Art... it's not just love. It's choosing each other every day. It's rebuilding after mistakes. It's holding someone's hand through flashbacks. It's tea and silence when words are too hard, and kisses in the middle of the night when they aren't.