HP Fic: Normal is the Watchword (Epilogue)
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Epilogue: Nineteen years later
‘Don’t worry, they’ll love you,’ Jamie said confidently while searching for the door key in his jeans pocket. He emptied them of the Elongated Ears he still carried everywhere, and when he turned back to Daisy, she didn’t seem too reassured by his statement. ‘Draco can be a little frightening at first, I’ll give you that, but once he’ll realise how much I care about you, it’ll go like a dream.’ Jamie pulled a tangled wool ball from his pocket and went on, ‘And Dad might be Harry Potter, Vanquisher of Voldemort and all that jazz, but he’s truly the less scary man I know—he’s more of a serial hugger than anything, really.’ Jamie marked a short pause so that he could Vanish the two broken quills he’d just found. ‘Well, he’s a little scarier when Draco forgets to close the freezer or to empty the bathtub, but I don’t think you’d do that, right?’
He turned to her and she was nodding slightly, her face still a little pale, and her arms full of Jamie’s rubbish. ‘It’s just—They love you so much and I know how they made Dahlia Abercrombie cry back in fifth year—’
‘In their defence,’ Jamie cut in, ‘Dahlia really was a stuck-up bitch who was only interested in me because she thought she’d get better Charms grades. I highly doubt that’s your motivation,’ he finished with a smile.
He leaned down to kiss her and she did this thing with her tongue and the roof of his mouth, and when they separated again, he was a little dazed and only noticed belatedly that he was the one now holding all the contents of his jeans pockets. She smiled sweetly at him and reached for his jacket’s breast pocket.
‘No, that’s definitely not what I want of you,’ she said, holding the door key in front of his face. ‘I do think it’s more you who needs me than the contrary, don’t you?’
Jamie agreed with a wide grin and a last peck on her lips and promptly put everything back in his jeans, eliciting an eye-roll from Daisy. He opened the door at last and was greeted by the very disturbing thought of Gosh, that’s a lot of skin.
He stayed rooted to the spot for interminable seconds, watching his parents grunting and moaning and sweating and being way too naked and too energetic for their age, and it seemed a little too enthusiastic for what the couch could bear, too.
While Jamie was getting scarred for life, he could only be thankful that Daisy was behind him and that she could maybe escape the atrocity of seeing his parents having sex. It was her poking him in the back that made him fully react and he realised just how much she was right when she said he needed her to live.
‘DAD! DRACO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ he bellowed, provoking an instant halt to what was happening in his childhood’s living room. His parents both turned to him with what he deemed were not mortified enough expressions and scrambled for their clothes with very annoying knowing glances and smiles towards each other. ‘Daisy is here! Hell, I’m here! What were you thinking?!’
‘We weren’t thinking, really,’ Dad said while pulling his trousers up. ‘We were really happy you were visiting us, and we got to remember how it was thanks to you we got married and—’
He shut himself up, a blush blooming on his cheeks and Draco took over his lazy justifications with a drawl, ‘I do remember a time when spying on us was your speciality.’
Jamie knew he was turning quite red himself and he gripped Daisy’s hand, hoping for a little physical comfort in the face of adversity. ‘I certainly wasn’t spying on this kind of activities! I was twelve, for god’s sake’s!’
Dad coughed something like hospital wing door very loudly and very unsubtly while tying his shoes.
‘I thought you were kissing!’ Jamie burst out, absolutely not amused by his parents’ gleeful looks. ‘And I didn’t even stay that long! How could I have—Well, just drop it! You were the ones perverted enough to do it in a public corridor. In a school! Where children lived!’
But Dad and Draco were obviously doing their best not to giggle like school-girls and Jamie let it go. It seemed that after almost twenty years, his parents still weren’t done with their exhibitionist streak.
‘So, Daisy,’ Draco said, holding his hand to her as if they hadn’t just been witness to where in Dad this hand had just been. He seemed to rethink it quickly enough and cast a wide Scourgify on the whole living room area (Dad included). He then went on with a smile, ‘I hear from Teddy you and Jamie have been together for a few months, now. I remember you from Hogwarts, though. Ravenclaw, right?’
Daisy nodded and they all sat down and tea was served (and only a little was spilled) and the rest of the conversation was rather pleasant, actually. Jamie’s parents seemed to have no objection whatsoever towards Daisy, which made her relax considerably, and she showed them exactly how she was the perfect girl for Jamie, the one he fell in love with so desperately, and from the little glint in his dad’s eyes, Jamie could tell that maybe they were falling in love with her a little too.
Everything was absolutely perfect and Jamie was the happiest he could ever be, with his favourite people in the whole world all gathered together in the same place.
And then Daisy and he announced that they were getting married and things went crazy. Draco asked Daisy whether she was pregnant and then proceeded to interrogate her on every dead or living member of her family who could have been liable to cast any sort of curse on anyone, while Dad was positively suffocating Jamie in a hug before he started to cough a little himself and it turned out Dad was actually choking on a peanut, but Daisy managed to escape Draco’s hysterics and saved the day by using the Heimlich manoeuvre on Dad, and—
Well, Jamie suddenly thought very clearly through all the crying and thanking and hugging and relieved nonsense that was happening: he would never be normal, and his family would certainly never be either, but it was all better than fine, actually, because Jamie had never heard that happy was the same as normal, after all.
And Jamie was a very happy thirty-one year old man.
~
The End.
Epilogue: Nineteen years later
‘Don’t worry, they’ll love you,’ Jamie said confidently while searching for the door key in his jeans pocket. He emptied them of the Elongated Ears he still carried everywhere, and when he turned back to Daisy, she didn’t seem too reassured by his statement. ‘Draco can be a little frightening at first, I’ll give you that, but once he’ll realise how much I care about you, it’ll go like a dream.’ Jamie pulled a tangled wool ball from his pocket and went on, ‘And Dad might be Harry Potter, Vanquisher of Voldemort and all that jazz, but he’s truly the less scary man I know—he’s more of a serial hugger than anything, really.’ Jamie marked a short pause so that he could Vanish the two broken quills he’d just found. ‘Well, he’s a little scarier when Draco forgets to close the freezer or to empty the bathtub, but I don’t think you’d do that, right?’
He turned to her and she was nodding slightly, her face still a little pale, and her arms full of Jamie’s rubbish. ‘It’s just—They love you so much and I know how they made Dahlia Abercrombie cry back in fifth year—’
‘In their defence,’ Jamie cut in, ‘Dahlia really was a stuck-up bitch who was only interested in me because she thought she’d get better Charms grades. I highly doubt that’s your motivation,’ he finished with a smile.
He leaned down to kiss her and she did this thing with her tongue and the roof of his mouth, and when they separated again, he was a little dazed and only noticed belatedly that he was the one now holding all the contents of his jeans pockets. She smiled sweetly at him and reached for his jacket’s breast pocket.
‘No, that’s definitely not what I want of you,’ she said, holding the door key in front of his face. ‘I do think it’s more you who needs me than the contrary, don’t you?’
Jamie agreed with a wide grin and a last peck on her lips and promptly put everything back in his jeans, eliciting an eye-roll from Daisy. He opened the door at last and was greeted by the very disturbing thought of Gosh, that’s a lot of skin.
He stayed rooted to the spot for interminable seconds, watching his parents grunting and moaning and sweating and being way too naked and too energetic for their age, and it seemed a little too enthusiastic for what the couch could bear, too.
While Jamie was getting scarred for life, he could only be thankful that Daisy was behind him and that she could maybe escape the atrocity of seeing his parents having sex. It was her poking him in the back that made him fully react and he realised just how much she was right when she said he needed her to live.
‘DAD! DRACO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ he bellowed, provoking an instant halt to what was happening in his childhood’s living room. His parents both turned to him with what he deemed were not mortified enough expressions and scrambled for their clothes with very annoying knowing glances and smiles towards each other. ‘Daisy is here! Hell, I’m here! What were you thinking?!’
‘We weren’t thinking, really,’ Dad said while pulling his trousers up. ‘We were really happy you were visiting us, and we got to remember how it was thanks to you we got married and—’
He shut himself up, a blush blooming on his cheeks and Draco took over his lazy justifications with a drawl, ‘I do remember a time when spying on us was your speciality.’
Jamie knew he was turning quite red himself and he gripped Daisy’s hand, hoping for a little physical comfort in the face of adversity. ‘I certainly wasn’t spying on this kind of activities! I was twelve, for god’s sake’s!’
Dad coughed something like hospital wing door very loudly and very unsubtly while tying his shoes.
‘I thought you were kissing!’ Jamie burst out, absolutely not amused by his parents’ gleeful looks. ‘And I didn’t even stay that long! How could I have—Well, just drop it! You were the ones perverted enough to do it in a public corridor. In a school! Where children lived!’
But Dad and Draco were obviously doing their best not to giggle like school-girls and Jamie let it go. It seemed that after almost twenty years, his parents still weren’t done with their exhibitionist streak.
‘So, Daisy,’ Draco said, holding his hand to her as if they hadn’t just been witness to where in Dad this hand had just been. He seemed to rethink it quickly enough and cast a wide Scourgify on the whole living room area (Dad included). He then went on with a smile, ‘I hear from Teddy you and Jamie have been together for a few months, now. I remember you from Hogwarts, though. Ravenclaw, right?’
Daisy nodded and they all sat down and tea was served (and only a little was spilled) and the rest of the conversation was rather pleasant, actually. Jamie’s parents seemed to have no objection whatsoever towards Daisy, which made her relax considerably, and she showed them exactly how she was the perfect girl for Jamie, the one he fell in love with so desperately, and from the little glint in his dad’s eyes, Jamie could tell that maybe they were falling in love with her a little too.
Everything was absolutely perfect and Jamie was the happiest he could ever be, with his favourite people in the whole world all gathered together in the same place.
And then Daisy and he announced that they were getting married and things went crazy. Draco asked Daisy whether she was pregnant and then proceeded to interrogate her on every dead or living member of her family who could have been liable to cast any sort of curse on anyone, while Dad was positively suffocating Jamie in a hug before he started to cough a little himself and it turned out Dad was actually choking on a peanut, but Daisy managed to escape Draco’s hysterics and saved the day by using the Heimlich manoeuvre on Dad, and—
Well, Jamie suddenly thought very clearly through all the crying and thanking and hugging and relieved nonsense that was happening: he would never be normal, and his family would certainly never be either, but it was all better than fine, actually, because Jamie had never heard that happy was the same as normal, after all.
And Jamie was a very happy thirty-one year old man.
~
The End.
These words mean something
