Chapter 96 - Epilogue

Fifteen years later, Dumbledore Cabin.

Inside the cabin sitting besides the bedside, a man with long black hair pulled back with a thick black beard. His green eyes burned brightly with a tints of sadness in them as he looked at the bed occupant. There a very aged and old man laid there with slight breathing problems.

"Albus, my offer still stands. You could still get another hundred and twenty years." The man said as sadness lace his mellow voice.

Coughing as a smile crossed his lips before he began speaking. "Harry, most of us die and I already accepted it. I lived for nearly a hundred and thirty years and while there were some bad spots and regrets, it was a good life."

Smiling as he already knew this, Harry just held the old man's hand. While he knew he would eventually say goodbye to most of his friends and family that were not immortal. It still struck him hard as he wouldn't see them again outside of pictures and memories. Something his memory would never let him forget as he began to recall every conversation he had with Albus.

Breaking away from his memories, Harry let out a sad sigh.

"Harry, don't put on such an expression. Remember, death is just the next chapter in my life. Now tell me what you have been up too these last few years. How is my godson little Albus."

James Albus Potter, that was the name of Harry's and Daphne's first son who was now a bit of a rebellious teen. He had dark blonde hair with his mother blue eyes but Harry's features. So he was very popular with the ladies, but sadly for them he swung for the other team.

'I guess it is from my habit and girls teasing him from his class,' Harry thought sadly but assumed that it would pass in time. After all he was in his teens and they are allowed to experiment.

For himself, besides indulging in his hobbies, he has been working on creating an alpha stigma. While he managed to create a base of one, it suddenly vanished with a strange clue.

His only lead was a strange old looking man with spiky, shoulder-length, pale brown hair, with a chin-length, braided lock hanging in front of his left ear. He wore a white, full-length kimono with a pattern of six black magatama around a high collar, beneath which, he wore a necklace which was also made up of six black magatama. On the back of his kimono was a larger, black Rinnegan marking with a pattern of nine magatama arranged in three rows of three beneath it.

"James is doing very well and nearly the top of his class. Probably aiming for a college away from all of us." Harry laughed at that.

While James held grudges mainly ones he caused himself, the boy was lashing out wanting to leave. Something Harry learned from the last time that will pass when the boy matures a bit. So he wasn't going to fight him or argue with him.

"I'm sure it will pass in time." Albus smiled. "Now what have your lovers been up to? I can recall that Daphne business is expanding fairly rapidly."

Harry nodded as this was true as his wife was rapidly reaching the international stage. From what he knew since he just lets her do her thing. Afterall he wasn't well versed in how to run a business especially an entertainment agency. Though he does help out where he can, often in photoshoot when the other males refuse to show up.

"I'm still wondering how she got the others to agree to become models." Harry laughed a bit. "Well they are very famous models so I won't complain."

"What about young Nymphadora and Venelana." Albus asked a bit weakly. Both ended up changing their careers a few years back.

"While they both could be models, they decided to help out Daphne from behind the scenes. Nymphadora keeps an eye on the managers and workers making sure nothing shady is going on. Venelana is more or less Daphne's assistant since one of her experiments exploded in front of her.

"That's good, it's nice to hear that past students are becoming successful." Albus sighed as his eyes slowly closed a bit more.

Knowing that he doesn't have much time left, Harry sighed. It's hard to see a man he looked up to and a great wizard in such a condition.

"Why don't you rest. The next time we meet, I will have stories thicker than any book to tell you." Harry said as he watched the old man slowly nod as he closed his eyes. In the next ten minutes a few tears ran down his cheek as the former Headmaster passed on.

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Similar to his last funeral, Harry watched as Fawkes flew into the distance. Hundreds appeared to pay their respects to a man who spent decades shaping the future. Even a few that disliked him even appeared for a short time before departing soon after.

Standing near his wives and children, Harry watched as everyone soon left, leaving them to be the last.

"Is dad going to be alright." James asked. Despite his rebel attitude he still cared for his father quite a bit.

"He will be fine, he's just lost a long time friend." Daphne whispered as she alongside the other began heading home leaving Harry alone. "Did I ever tell you the time the two organzied a candy run?"

Fenrir, Harry's first adopted wolf son sat beside him as Stormy the blue phoenix landed on his shoulder. For the last time, Harry ran his fingers over the coffin before whispering something and turning to leave.

"Until we meet again, my friend."