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Final Chapter: The Best Summer
For the first time in years, Harry Potter had a summer that wasn't overshadowed by darkness.
No looming threats. No hidden enemies. No weight of the world resting on his shoulders.
Just a simple, peaceful summer with his family.
The Potter Estate was vast and beautiful, nestled in the countryside, surrounded by lush green fields and shimmering lakes. The wards around it ensured absolute privacy, allowing the family to live freely without the outside world interfering.
Days passed in the most ordinary ways—James teaching Alice and Evelyn how to fly on broomsticks, Lily tending to her magical garden, and Harry simply being there. Whether it was helping in the kitchen, reading in the family library, or simply lounging in the sun with Rose, Ron, and Hermione when they visited, the grandparents were always amused by the antics of their grandchildren, every moment felt special in a way he had never truly appreciated before.
Because now, for the first time, Harry realized that this—this quiet, normal life—was what he had always dreamed of.
The summer was filled with laughter, with moments so simple yet so treasured.
He played endless rounds of wizard chess with his grandfather, only to lose more times than he won. His mother made sure they all sat together for meals, sharing stories and jokes, with Lillian constantly trying to sneak extra desserts.
One afternoon, Harry found himself in a magical water fight with his younger sisters—Alice and Evelyn ganging up on him, while Lillian, always eager to be involved, used small spurts of accidental magic to splash him with water.
It was mundane. Ordinary.
And it was perfect.
One morning at breakfast, the familiar fluttering of wings filled the air.
A pair of owls swooped in, dropping two letters onto the table—thick parchment envelopes, sealed with the Hogwarts crest.
Alice and Evelyn gasped, eyes wide with excitement as they realized what had arrived.
Their Hogwarts letters.
Lily clapped her hands together with a proud smile, while James grinned and ruffled the twins' hair. Rose, having gone through this moment herself, laughed as Alice and Evelyn eagerly tore open their letters, practically bouncing in their seats.
"Looks like it's time for another trip to Diagon Alley," James said, finishing his coffee.
"And another two trunks to pack," Lily sighed, though there was warmth in her voice.
Alice and Evelyn could barely contain their excitement as they chattered about what their house might be, what classes they'd take, and whether they'd be able to beat Harry at Quidditch.
Before long, James and Lily were off, taking the twins for their school shopping.
With the house suddenly quieter, Harry noticed his youngest sister, Lillian, sitting in the corner with her arms crossed, pouting.
He smirked and walked over, crouching beside her. "Alright, what's with the sulking?"
Lillian turned away dramatically, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Come on," Harry nudged her gently. "You can tell me."
At first, she refused, but when Harry started tickling her, she squealed and finally gave in. "It's not fair!" she huffed. "First you and Rose went to Hogwarts… and now Alice and Evelyn are going too! But I have to stay here! I'm the only one left behind!"
Harry chuckled and ruffled her hair. "You're only eight, Lils. You've got three more years before you can go to Hogwarts."
Lillian puffed up her cheeks stubbornly. "I don't want to wait three years. I want to go now! I'm a genius!"
Harry laughed. "Oh, really?"
She nodded fiercely and then, with intense focus, raised her tiny hand toward a stuffed bear sitting a few feet away.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the bear wobbled slightly.
Lillian's face scrunched up in fierce concentration, her small hands shaking as she tried her best to move the toy toward her.
Harry's smile softened. She was so determined, so eager to prove herself.
With a flick of his fingers, he subtly used a bit of wandless magic to help the bear fly into his open hand.
Lillian's eyes widened in delight. "Did you see that?!"
Harry patted her head. "I did. You are a genius," he said, smiling. "But even geniuses have to wait their turn for Hogwarts."
Lillian huffed but couldn't hide the pleased smile tugging at her lips.
"Tell you what," Harry said, scooping her up into his arms. "How about we get you some ice cream? Your favorite kind."
Lillian immediately brightened. "Chocolate with caramel?"
Harry grinned. "Of course."
As he carried her into the kitchen, her earlier frustration forgotten in favor of dessert, he felt an overwhelming sense of warmth.
This.
This was what mattered.
That night, as Harry lay in bed, he heard the soft patter of footsteps.
A moment later, Lillian climbed onto his bed, dragging her favorite blanket with her. She curled up beside him, looking up expectantly.
"Story," she demanded.
Harry sighed playfully but smiled, pulling the covers over both of them.
As he told her a bedtime story—one of knights, dragons, and daring adventures—her tiny hand clutched his sleeve, and before long, she drifted off to sleep.
Harry looked down at his youngest sister, her face peaceful and relaxed, and he realized something.
There was nowhere in the world he'd rather be than here, with his family.
Even if that meant being bossed around by an eight-year-old.
And as he closed his eyes, feeling the quiet peace of the night settle over him, Harry Potter knew—without a doubt—that this was the happiest he had ever been.