Black coffee, with sugar

Epilogue

Harry woke up slowly, and if his internal clock was any indication, it was probably just after the sunrise. His wife - it was still a bit weird to call Daphne his wife, but mostly because it made him grin like a lunatic every time - was still sound asleep on the bed, and Harry decided that he could let her sleep a bit more, taking the hair out of her face and kissing her cheek for a moment. She was so tired, lately; letting her sleep in was something Daphne deserved.

With a sigh, he rose up from the bed, putting on his glasses and opening the curtains just a tiny bit to confirm that yes, his internal clock was correct, the soft light blinding him for a moment. Harry closed the windows and slowly moved to the other room, where his daughter was asleep.

He hadn't planned on having another child - no, having four was enough for Harry. However, life hadn't liked that decision, and he had a fifth child, a little girl he and Daphne named Ianthe - not for anyone who had died; Harry figured that he had paid his due, in that regard. The name still paid homage to someone, though: an aunt of Daphne's that had invented something or another -, but Greengrass instead of Potter. Harry figured he had enough kids to pass the Potter name forward, while Daphne only had Lilian.

He stared down his daughter, watching her sleep peacefully for a moment; if Lilian looked like him, he supposed Ianthe looked like Daphne, straight black hair and grey eyes and the same nose. How odd were those things. Harry messed carefully with the baby's hair, doing his best to not wake her up as she stirred, quietly, almost holding his breath.

When she didn't wake up, Harry sighed, shoulders relaxing, and decided to get a headstart on breakfast. Lilian, Albus and Lily would be coming soon. James hadn't said anything in that regard, but Harry knew it was discomfort over... Well, everything.

Harry had been surprised when his kids had accepted the divorce from their mother so quickly, but Albus - always quick and perceptive, that one; Harry had no idea who he had taken it from - told him that at least he and Lily had seen it coming, something in their mannerisms or something. James was always too much like him at the same age, thick-headed and foggy, to see things for what they were. As such, Albus had accepted it rather easily, even if he had paused when he learned who he was remarrying for a mere second, and then asking something, in a mumble, about Scorpius. That was rather cute, Harry supposed, picking up the ingredients for pancakes. Lily, meanwhile, had just shrugged and said it meant she now got twice the gifts, and Harry hadn't need to worry anymore about how she had gone to Slytherin as well.

He also had been surprised at how easily Hermione and Ron had gotten over the divorce subject, as well - Hermione had listened to it baffled and with a vein popping dangerously on her forehead, and Ron had just looked at him like Harry hadn't been telling him he was going to divorce his sister.

"You know what, Harry, you're pretty grown to know what you're doing. And you!", she turned to face Ron, and he looked at Hermione, almost bored with the entire situation. "He's divorcing Ginny and you're not even reacting!"

"Ginny told me to expect a divorce a few years ago, and honestly, Harry, you just made me lose a bet I had with George, so thanks.", he pointed out, shrugging, and Hermione seemed to get red. "Besides, it's not like he's seventeen, right? I mean, he's old enough to know what's best for himself."

Ron was being surprisingly cool with everything, which... Came as a surprise, really. Of course, Harry had been pleasantly glad of Ron's acceptance, until he smiled.

"However, I will be really pissed if you neglect my nephews.", and while Harry wasn't usually afraid of Ron, he decided to make an exception here.

Harry was halfway through the second pile of pancakes when he heard the sound of the door opening, the voices of Lilian guiding Albus and Lily inside. Now that he thought about it, Lily and Albus had only come over briefly once, didn't they? When Ginny had gone to cover a game in Russia and she didn't want to leave Lily alone for the week; Albus had come with her, and so did James. Well, James didn't need to come, exactly - he was an adult already at the time, living on his own -, but Harry made the polite guess that he didn't want to leave his younger siblings alone. On the other hand, however, he did disappear to a friend's house after a day or two with sagged shoulders, and Harry took it as approval.