It's after the war, and Lily Severus Malfoy-Potter, is 7 months old. The little girl is a ball of energy and lights up whatever room or house she is in. Molly Weasley, taking upon the grandmother role, along with Minerva, both spoil the girl something rotten. Severus, who broke down in tears after learning what the child had been named, took his Godfather/Grandfather roles, very seriously. Remus, who was happy that the child did not shy away from him, as most children did when sensing the lone wolf, had been made honary Uncle and Godfather as well. Hermione and Ron had gotten close with the new family, moving into a house close to Grimmauld place, 12 Grimmauld place being spotless as well as curseless and fixed up in every little nook and cranny. The family tree had been renewed and the people on it, had been done justice. No faces scorched by a spell and no scratched out names. Not that there wasn't the possibility of finding a stray dagger here or there, close to a face of someone hated, by the new residents of the house. Everything is fine and dandy. Until three owls, land in the master bedrooms window sill, and later in the office, feathers all wet from the pouring rain. But magically, the 12 letters, packs of four secured around the leg of each owl, had been untouched and were just fine. -Romione. -Linny. -Drarry. -BlaisexNeville. -PansyxChocolate.