“You know, I’ve been trying to figure out why I had a crush on Ron in the first place”, Hermione looked at her family as they finally put the children to bed and had the time for tea and sandwiches.

“You mean, other than the teenage hormones?”, Harry teased her.

“If it were only for that, I’d fall for you”, she grinned at his obvious discomfort. “After all, we just instantly clicked, and you were trustworthy, smart, dependable and my type in every way”. She laughed as Harry blushed. “But no, I fell for the confused, emotionally stunted, insecure, incompetent guy who kept offending and mocking me for years. In hindsight, it feels more like Stockholm syndrome than hormones”.

“Stockholm syndrome?”, Lyra and Viktor looked at each other.

“It’s a phenomenon where a hostage or a victim of other abuse starts sympathising with their abusers or even falling in love with them”, Harry explained. “It’s a muggle thing”.

“But honestly, I don’t see any other explanation. I had a crush on that idiot despite being around Harry all day, who was the leader of our group and whom I admired and trusted with my life. I was heartbroken about Ron being an oblivious idiot when I danced with Viktor at the Yule Ball, and I clicked with Viktor so seamlessly and instantly that he was obviously my soul mate and husband, but I was just too stupid to see it. What the hell was even wrong with me?”, she massaged her forehead.

“You were too insecure to claim the best thing for yourself”, Lyra looked at her seriously. “You thought you didn’t deserve it, so you settled for someone obviously beneath you, someone you had to manage, where you had the sense of control and power, but then when you had it, it hurt because that wasn’t the life you wanted for yourself at that point”.

“That sounds true”, Hermione nodded. “But I think there’s more. You see, I was indoctrinated by some of that Muggle nonsense we talked about. Feminism, and more specifically, the expectation that I’m supposed to be the strong and independent one, as a woman. It’s one of those expectations I never even thought about because it was too implicit, like the existence of air. So, since I was expected to be strong, to be a leader, I crushed on the only person in my vicinity that had to be led and managed. With Harry, we were pretty much equals in everything, but he always knew what had to be done, and I knew how to make us succeed, so I naturally defaulted to the role of a follower, which is natural for me and I feel best in it. But somehow, I was made to believe that as far as relationships go, I am supposed to be the ‘strong independent woman’, as the feminists call it, or ‘boss babe’, so my romantic part was conditioned to seek out a compliant follower that was still physically attractive, which is how Ron happened”, she sighed. “But when I was in a relationship with him, I felt imprisoned and burdened, because it’s not natural for me on an instinctual level. I rebelled and broke up with him because it was unbearable. Then Viktor decided to remove himself from my friend zone, and he made me realise something: with him, I felt natural. I was in my natural role as a girl – that of a submissive follower. I didn’t have to lead. I didn’t have to manage him. I didn’t have to clean up his mess after him. He paid attention, he saw everything like a hawk from the sky. He would know how I felt at every moment, even when I didn’t. He was my intellectual peer, being the top student in Durmstrang. I realised that I naturally, instinctively melt into him and let him take care of me and lead me where I want to go, when I’m too confused and messed up to be able to figure it out myself”, she smiled at her husband, whose turn it was now to blush. “Also, I thought something was wrong with me for not feeling anything sexual for Ron. I guessed it will happen when we’re married. Fortunately, I didn’t get to test that hypothesis, thank heavens. But with Viktor, it’s all there. It just… turns on instantly”, she blushed as Harry and Lyra giggled. “Not only that – my sexuality started existing for the first time when I danced with him at the Yule Ball, and it confused the heck out of me; and it existed only with him, ever”, she smiled and trembled with sweet shivers, as Viktor blushed. “With Ron, I felt as if I adopted a grown man-child, and I hated it, and I still persisted at it like an idiot”.

“I wonder why you didn’t fall for Harry”, Lyra mused. “I was mortally afraid of it, to be honest. He looked like your type so much I would wake up at nights in cold sweat over the thought”.

“I don’t know”, Hermione was deep in thought. “I think, at first, it was that ‘strong independent woman’ nonsense, where I thought that, if I fall for a natural leader, I’ll be betraying my parents’ ideals of women’s emancipation, feminism and whatever muggle nonsense there is. Later, when the two of you started talking, I instinctively felt he was taken. It wasn’t even a thought, but it felt really good – in a sense that you felt made for each other and I would just smile when I saw you together”, she closed her eyes, remembering. “I would never interfere with something so perfect and beautiful”.

Lyra kissed her hand and whispered “thank you” in her ear.

“I wish I was half as insightful as you”, Harry waved his head incredulously.

“Oh, I think you were”, Hermione looked at him. “You just had a powerful conflict of loyalty, and she wouldn’t budge on the issue of Voldemort at the time, so you were scared of falling for her because of what it would mean, so much so that you subconsciously blocked your understanding of what you are to each other. It was obvious to me because I wasn’t emotionally involved, but if it were me, I would be as bad if not worse. After all, I have the whole mess with Ron as evidence of how oblivious I can be when motivated”, she smiled.

“You’re right. I know you are, but I can’t help feeling stupid about it when I look back. She was the most precious thing in my life, touching her felt like touching my life itself, her happiness meant everything, and yet I couldn’t name our relationship if my life depended on it. It was just a solid wall of stupid”, he grinned.

“I guess it’s my turn to confess”, Viktor smiled at them. “I fell for Hermione instantly, but for some reason Ron didn’t even worry me. I was mortally afraid of Harry. I saw them together – it was as if they shared the brain between them, finishing each other’s sentences, being completely comfortable with each other, and he was so damn competent he competed with the three of us who were the final year in our schools when he was three years younger, and he outflew a dragon. I was like, damn, I’m fucked”, he snickered. “Yes Lyra, I know; children; but they sleep so suck it up”.

She snickered and blew him a kiss.

“So, when I gathered enough courage to confront Harry about it and he told me that he and Hermione are best friends but there’s nothing romantic about it, I felt I could fly without a broom”, he smiled at his wife. “I think I felt she’ll get over Ron eventually because the two of them obviously carried him through everything for whatever reason, but if it were Harry, …”, he shivered with the remembered terror. “So, when she finally broke up with him, and I got her tear-stained letters of heartbreak over it, I decided to shoot my shot”.

“Thank heavens you did”, Hermione beamed. “At first, I was shocked. Then I was ‘oh wait…’, and then ‘oh wait!’, and when it all came together, I felt as if my true life came into my body to celebrate. You were always everything I really wanted, but my head was just too messed up with all sorts of nonsense to realise it”, she beamed at Viktor, and then at Harry and Lyra. “It’s strange, because my sexuality is completely bound to Viktor, and it feels as if it exists because of him and for him only, but I feel a similar kind of love for the two of you. With you, I’m also always in my submissive role, accepting your lead in all things, which makes me feel very warm and cozy, because of how smart and intuitive you are and how you care for me”, she glowed.

“About caring for you, I’m going to make more sandwiches. It’s prosciutto di Parma this time, with some cheese and olives”, Lyra got up with a smile.

“Where do you get all that stuff? It’s both imported and muggle-made”, Viktor wondered.

“A girl’s got to have secrets”, she winked.

“Griphook, Bill, Fleur; thank you for joining me”, Harry smiled as they entered his office.

“Harry Potter”, Griphook looked into his eyes and nodded. “You have come a long way”.

“Malfoy-Potter now, in fact, but thank you”, Harry smiled, and looked at Bill and Fleur with gratitude. “Please, sit down”.

“I will start by sharing confidential information that we were previously withholding from you”, he addressed the Goblin. “About that cup my friends and I were stealing from the Lestrange vault”.

“Oh?”, Griphook looked at him.

“The Dark Lord used a forbidden, dangerous and spiritually fatal form of dark magic in order to safeguard himself from physical death, which he feared above all, to his detriment. He would split his soul into fragments, and place those fragments into physical objects, so that they would anchor his soul to them in case of his bodily death. That cup, guarded in the Lestrange vault, was one such object, and we absolutely needed to retrieve and destroy it, because only when all such anchors tethering the Dark Lord to the world were destroyed, could he be truly killed. I saw his fate, when I temporarily died, and I understand fully why this method is so fatal and so universally abhorred. His soul exists in a limbo, in a state of permanent and fatal damage, unable to proceed to any meaningful afterlife, in a state worse than death or hell”, he shivered. “I wanted you to know that, so that you would understand that we didn’t break into that vault because we are thieves. We did it because we were at war and we were fighting the enemy”.

Griphook was deep in thought. “I see”, he nodded. “It makes sense now. I know that you didn’t take anything else, and I also know how much gold is in your family vault. You were extremely wealthy then, and even more so now. I thought you might have been retrieving some ancient artefact of family value that was stolen from you in the past, but your explanation makes even more sense in light of your character”, the Goblin grinned. “Especially since it led almost immediately to the duel between you and the Dark Lord, which you won”.

“We didn’t want to spread the truth about this dark magic of soul-splicing because we didn’t want to give foolish people ideas about how they could destroy themselves by trying to achieve immortality, but I thought I owed you the truth, since you personally assisted us”, Harry smiled.

“And I personally betrayed you in the end”, Griphook smiled back.

“I know why you had to do it”, Harry nodded. “We were discovered and you had to save yourself, taking the Sword of Gryffindor. Which brings us to the next matter I wished to talk to you about”, Harry closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Then he opened them, looked at Bill and Fleur, who sat there with obvious curiosity, and looked back at the Goblin. “I wish to negotiate new terms of conduct and a treaty between the Wizards and the Goblins”.

The Goblin just looked at him. “Go on”.

“As you know, the Sword of Gryffindor returned back to the hat when summoned by someone worthy – in this case Neville Longbottom, who used it to slay Nagini, the snake of Voldemort. This means it is spellbound to its true owner, Godric Gryffindor, and the fact that this spell still holds invalidates the Goblin interpretation of ownership. I wish Goblins to renounce their interpretation forever, accept that the fact of selling their artefacts to the Wizards means a final renunciation of any claim to such artefacts, and I wish Goblins to renounce any hostility to the Wizards, and sign a treaty of true peace and friendship. In return for such concessions, I now invite you to state your demands”, Harry nodded.

Griphook gave it a thought. “We wish to be treated as equal citizens with full rights, and we wish to be allowed the purchase, creation and use of wands the same as Wizards”, he looked at Harry daringly, expecting him to refuse.

“I agree to your terms”, Harry nodded. “I expect you will have to confirm this treaty with your side, as I will do with mine, but as far as I am concerned – and I am a person of great influence in our community – consider this to be a done deal”.

Griphook sat there in shock. “You are indeed a very strange Wizard, Mr. Malfoy-Potter”, he waved his head incredulously. “I wouldn’t have believed it if any other came to us with such a proposal, but I believe you are quite serious”.

“I am indeed”, Harry smiled, shaking the Goblin’s hand. “As head of the Auror office, I am officially clearing this treaty as a matter of national security, and expect its acceptance by the Minister and the Wizengamot to be a mere formality”.

“I honestly never expected to see this day”, Bill smiled. “But I’ll drink to it regardless”.

…

“You know, now that the Goblins have been given equal rights, I think I’ll accept that offer to move to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, since Harry did all the work for me and I honestly don’t see what else is there to do”, Hermione smiled at Lyra. “I used to think I wanted to work on rescinding the old pureblood laws after securing the rights of House Elves and Goblins, but you and Harry beat me to it, so I am now completely out of ideas. So, what would you recommend?”

Lyra gave it a thought. “Come work at the Auror office. You’ll get to work with Viktor, and it’s a pretty slow and safe job, now that we pretty much cleaned up the main threats. Also, you did get the offer to join along with Harry after the war, forfeiting entrance exam, and I just renewed it”.

“Yes boss”, Hermione cuddled with her smiling sister.

“Hello, ladies”, Harry smiled at the two nursing mothers. “If I’m disturbing, just shoo me out”.

“It’s fine”, Hermione smiled at her best friend. “We missed you, and I sincerely doubt we’ll surprise you with anything you haven’t seen already”, she glanced at the baby suckling at her breast and grinned.

“What did we miss?”, Lyra looked at him after they kissed.

“All hell broke loose. People are demanding we conduct a thorough sweep for other such people, and I had to calm them down and convince them that it would be counterproductive to create an atmosphere of paranoia that would alienate and disturb normal and decent wizards over a few fringe lunatics. Also, that we are quite safe and on top of things, and we prefer to remain reactive rather than proactive, because even when the enemies have the advantage of surprise and they make the first move, we’ll just mop them up like we did in the last two cases. Eventually, that argument won and things are starting to calm down”, he grinned. “Also, it’s good that we lifted the ban on dark magic so Lucius and Narcissa will be in no trouble for using the Cruciatus Curse on the thugs. They confessed everything after I hinted that I might let them talk to my in-laws in private if they are not cooperative”, he laughed. “Also, Viktor stood there looking murderous, and I seem to have hinted that I might leave the room for some urgent business if their confession took too long or proved to be lacking in detail”.

Both women giggled. “Did you sweep their base?”

“Immediately after they told us everything”, he nodded. “There was a cellar in the Knockturn Alley and a remote decrepit house out in the countryside. Other than the two unpleasant looking witches brewing potions and lots of squalor and dark artefacts, there wasn’t much to find. I would expect there to be similar groups that we don’t know of, but I think they had little to no contact with this one, and we interrogated the two women to my satisfaction. They hold grudges over this or that Death Eater or dark wizard that got killed or arrested, but since they haven’t done anything wrong we just warned them to stay out of trouble, put them under surveillance and left them alone”.

“So that’s that, I guess. Nice company Ron was keeping”, Hermione frowned.

“It reminded me of the hut of the Gaunts”, Harry nodded. “I didn’t think I’d see anything similar again, but live and learn, I guess”.

“Gaunts?”, Lyra looked at him and lifted an eyebrow.

“A remnant of an old pureblood family, heavily inbred, destitute and endlessly arrogant. They all died, but not before the daughter gave birth to Tom Riddle junior, who was best known by his artistic alias”, Harry grinned.

“Lord Voldemort”, Hermione whispered.

“Exactly”, he nodded.

“Please sit down and keep us company”, Hermione begged. “I love Lyra but we miss seeing other people”.

“It will be my pleasure. We’ve been missing you too, but you’ve been so busy with the babies, and we had so much work lately with this…”, he shrugged as he sat down. “Viktor is still at work, but he’ll be coming shortly”.

“You know, I was just talking to Hermione how much I envied her at school. She was smart and good at everything, and people loved her for it and praised her intelligence and magical ability at every turn. But when I did something similar, everybody went silent and looked almost afraid. Hermione noticed the same thing, but we don’t understand why”, she looked at her true love with her beautiful silver eyes.

“I used to feel really sorry for her”, Hermione nodded. “She was incredibly smart, to the point where I would look at her with my mouth open when she would pull out some quote from an ancient book, that I didn’t even know existed, or I couldn’t read it because it was in Latin, and it seemed like the professors didn’t even know about it, or she would do a spell with incredible ease, and everybody would feel uncomfortable and turn the other way, leaving her standing there and feeling awkward. It was a terrible way to treat someone”, she looked like she was about to cry.

“I think I know the reason”, Harry was suddenly serious. “They had another stellar Slytherin student in living memory. Best in school. Looked handsome and polite. Also incredibly good at magic. Everybody but Dumbledore was charmed by him. I’ve seen the memories”, he frowned. “You can guess his name, since we already mentioned him”.

“Tom Riddle”, Hermione put her hand over her mouth in shock.

“They thought I might be the next Voldemort”, Lyra was shocked. “But that actually explains a lot”, she nodded. “The better I did, the more I reminded them of him when he was my age. And, of course, they did not appreciate the prospects one bit”.

“But that was so incredibly unfair to you”, Hermione actually cried now. “You never did anything wrong, and you kept paying for other people’s sins regardless”.

“Yes, I always seemed to find myself at the bottom of some deep hole with slippery walls”, Lyra smiled bitterly. “At least now I understand why. But when it happened, it all felt so unfair I would cry myself to sleep almost every night, at least until Harry started talking to me again. After people saw us holding hands and talking, I think they started giving me the benefit of the doubt”, her smile brightened. “But I still envied Hermione so much. I would live vicariously – see her praised for an answer I also knew, and imagined what it would feel like to be praised for it for once”.

“I praise you now and you’re always embarrassed”, Hermione pointed out.

“Yes, because it feels so good”, Lyra smiled. “I fear I’ll melt into the floor and you’ll have to mop me up”.

Hermione giggled. “I can’t help myself, because you’re so awesome that you keep deserving every single bit of it”.

Lyra groaned and hid her face into her baby.

“Both of you are awesome”, Harry smiled. “You know, Viktor and I were quite scared when the two of you were giving birth, now that we know enough wandless magic to be scared. When you were in labour and going through all that pain, we thought that if one of you reaches for the magical layer on instinct, you might crush the space around you like an empty can of soda. How did you manage to be so disciplined?”

They thought about it. “I guess I was at peace with it. Accepted the agony. Looking forward to my baby. Praying a little to whoever is out there to look out for me”, Lyra smiled. “I was still new to it so I have to concentrate more, and that’s hard to do under the waves of pain, but I was also at peace with it all. If it were my first pregnancy, where I was really afraid because everything was new, it would be a different matter”, Hermione nodded.

“Girl, you levitated half a meter above the bed when you were pushing”, Lyra laughed. “The midwife’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out. Flashes of light and music came from the tears in space that you opened”.

Hermione was shocked. “I didn’t notice. Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“We were too relieved it all ended well, I guess”, Lyra kissed her hand. “Also, it felt amazing, as if you tore through the veil that separates this world from heaven and we could feel the other side a bit”.

“Well, if she had it any harder I guess we’d all be on the other side now”, Harry smiled, and it was now Hermione’s turn to hide her face in embarrassment.

“I feel positively wonderful”, Hermione beamed at Lyra. “It was easier than the first one, and I really wish your mom’s recommended midwife was there to help us the first time”.

“The first time, our relationship was still… less than clear”, Lyra smiled back.

“You mean, they weren’t clear about the mudblood and their blood traitor daughter?”, she shook with suppressed laughter, and her newborn son stirred on her nipple. “Ow”.

“I think a milder version of that, but yes”, Lyra confirmed. “They were done with Voldemort for years at that point, but the blood purity thing was still an issue, and we were still under the old policy at that point”.

“I must admit that I never expected your parents to treat me with anything more than polite tolerance”, Hermione sighed. “This is such a nice change”.

“They saw that the two of us are like sisters, so they more-less adopted you”, Lyra smiled. “I think they realised that Harry and I are formulating a new future for the magical community, and they decided to trust us and follow our lead, because the old ways led them to the slippery edge of utter ruin. So, when we redefined the concept of pureblood to include you, they accepted it. If I see you as my sister, they see you as their daughter”.

“It feels wonderful”, Hermione closed her eyes and smiled wider. “I never felt so pampered in my life”.

“And we gave birth within a day from each other, which made both of us really vulnerable”, Lyra gently adjusted her newborn daughter’s position from the breast to her shoulder so that she could burp. “I didn’t expect both of us to be unable to take care of things at the same time”.

“I can’t believe we completely recovered within two days from childbirth. That treatment must have been really expensive”, Hermione mused. “No tearing, no belly, no stretch marks, as if we never gave birth”.

“Seven hundred galleons for the two of us. We got a discount since we were giving birth so close together”, Lyra whispered and laughed quietly, so as not to stir the baby.

“Merlin’s beard!”, Hermione’s eyes were wide. “I have to pay you back”.

“You are never paying anything back”, Lyra was adamant. “We don’t just live together. We’re family. Everything I have is yours. Hermione, when I was in the hardest, most vulnerable, desperate and hopeless situation in my life, you held my entire life and future in your hands. You were in a position where you could destroy me utterly with one word spoken to Harry, and you used this power you had over me to argue my case with him and give us your blessing. I owe you my life for that. It’s the kind of debt I could never repay, because it’s so big. Also, you forgave me for my rudeness and foolishness and chose to love me regardless. That’s another debt I can never repay. My life is yours”, she looked at her sister with complete sincerity, as Hermione’s eyes glistened with tears. “We have an almost endless fortune; not merely my dowry and Harry’s immense wealth, but also the Lestranges leaving me everything they owned in their will, and they all died in the final battle of the war. But even if we were poor and down to the last slice of bread, I would offer it to you first”.

…

“I don’t understand why we, and by that I mean the wizarding community, decided to emulate the Muggles in so many things, such as women having to emulate men in how they work; for instance, wasting the most fertile years on ‘career’ despite the fact that this could all wait just fine until our forties, or working apart from our husbands, or postponing marriage until later, and so on. None of this makes sense to me”, Lyra was exasperated. They had some peace and quiet with tea and biscuits, as the babies were sound asleep for a change, and the men were playing with James and Lily. “You’re the expert on muggles. Why did they decide to do it that way? I know we were fools to emulate them, but I can’t understand why they did it in the first place”.

Hermione smiled. “I actually looked into that, and it seems that until a few centuries ago, they lived what we would consider to be normal lives. Then they had something that’s called the industrial revolution, and it included people working boring, repetitive and often dangerous jobs away from home. That was the first part. Then happened something called the workers’ rights movement. It had multiple branches, the prominent being a philosophy called Marxism, named by its founder, Karl Marx. It postulated that every social interaction is based on exploitative economic relations, divided society into a dichotomy of the exploited and the exploitative classes, and recommended a violent revolution as a solution, where the exploited would appropriate the means of production and establish a dictatorship, and that would make everything better since it would put the exploited, and thus virtuous, class in power”.

“Did that actually happen?”, Lyra wondered. “I mean, the exploitation of the workers by the employers? And was the proposed solution actually implemented, and with what results?”

“It happened”, Hermione nodded. “It’s a generalization, to be sure, but whenever there’s an excess of labour and lack of work, the employers dictate the price of labour, and it invariably ends up being the lowest amount of money one could survive with. The unqualified workers, for instance the peasants whose land was bought for agricultural or industrial uses, and who had to move to the cities and find a way to survive, were particularly vulnerable. This is what Marx exploited for his propaganda. However, when the market conditions change, and when there’s a shortage of qualified workers, they end up dictating the price of labour and there were times when it was extremely high, and the employers couldn’t find their way around it. It’s a complicated balance of supply and demand, and if you want to harness people’s resentment, envy and anger, you take a selective reading of the market in certain conditions and present it as a universal reality that can only be solved by violent means. And yes, that was attempted, and it made everything so much worse. It created murderous revolutions where millions died for nothing, and in the end workers ended up being as poor as before, or worse, the rich people were killed, and their place was taken by the ideologues. It’s probably the only economic philosophy that was scientifically proven to be inaccurate”, Hermione smiled.

“I must admit it makes little sense. It’s like seeking employment at Borgin&Burkes, and then complaining that they earn most of the money produced by your labour and not acknowledging the fact that they had to build the business in the first place and have all the expenses and risks”, Lyra shrugged and sipped her tea. “But I don’t see how this all relates to our situation”.

“I was coming to that”, Hermione smiled. “You see, once you start viewing society through the lens of resentment, envy, exploitation and classes, everybody wants to be the righteous victim who will blame someone else for all their problems and eschew responsibility. So, invariably, a few women came out with a theory where they replaced workers with women and business owners with men and claimed that women, too, are an exploited class in society and should emancipate themselves from their fetters”.

“Was that true? Did the muggles truly abuse their women so much that they wanted to emancipate themselves from their men?”, Lyra’s eyes went wide.

“No. In fact, the muggles at that time lived very much like our family. Those women, who called themselves feminists, were laughed at, and other women organized counter-protests against them, with much greater popularity. The entire movement would have been an obscure footnote, if not for the wealthy business owners who realised they would profit immensely if women joined the workforce and competed with men. It would give them two workers for the price of one, by obvious laws of supply and demand. Also, the state was interested because it would make female labour taxable, and increase the gross domestic product, which would give the state backing for getting more into debt. The entire thing benefitted only the actual exploiters of people, and it harmed women and families the most, but since the big money stood behind the project and created lots of false propaganda, soon everybody believed that feminism rescued women from all kinds of oppression, while in fact women were previously treated very much like you and your mother were treated by your father”, Hermione nodded.

“My father loves my mother more than his life, and they both treated me with every form of kindness imaginable”, Lyra smiled. “That is, until he brought the Dark Lord and his minions into our ancestral home and made our life a hell”, she grinned.

“Exactly”, Hermione smiled back. “Feminists purported to solve a problem that didn’t exist, implemented it against everybody’s wishes, and when they created a widespread societal disaster, they claimed that they solved all sorts of imaginary forms of female enslavement and indignity, and that those criticising them are ungrateful”.

“And I guess when wizards and witches lived in their proximity, some of that rubbed off on us”, Lyra nodded. “I am understanding it better now. The Muggles adopted a problem pretending to be a solution, and we pretended to be completely separated from them, but that was never really true, other than a few villages and estates. For instance, 10 and 14 Grimmauld Place are inhabited by muggles. However, what I don’t understand is how they managed to convince people that the lower social classes are morally pure, while the upper classes are morally corrupt. I can see no way of arguing that case, because it can be easily argued that the lower classes simply lacked the means of oppressing others, and unless they are tested by being given those means to see what they will do, there is no way of knowing how virtuous they are. Likewise, not all wealthy people exploit others, nor are they morally corrupt”, she argued.

“That’s true, and you are an excellent example of an immensely wealthy, morally superior person”, Hermione smiled, as Lyra blushed. “As far as I can tell, you never did anything other than help, teach, protect and heal others, and you have only slightly less money and power than God”.

Lyra hid her face in Hermione’s hair and growled with embarrassment.

A baby woke up and started fussing. “Thank heavens for that mercy, because you’d have me crying in seconds”, she smiled. “Let’s go see who’s hungry, lonely or needs a diaper change”.

“Thank heavens for the Evanesco spell”, Hermione took the offered hand and got up.

“Masters, come quickly”, Kreacher seemed upset. “Scum, villains, servants of the Dark Lord. Mistress Cissa and Master Lucius caught them”, he croaked.

“Is everybody safe?”, Harry took charge immediately.

“Yes. The children are safe, and the Lord and Lady Malfoy are safe. Kreacher thinks villains are not safe”, he laughed viciously.

They all looked at each other and started relaxing. “I think I have an idea how this developed”, Viktor grinned.

“You go first, we’re can’t rush in this condition”, Hermione nodded. The women were eight months pregnant and were already hardly waiting to give birth and get it over with.

…

“Mommy, where are grandpa, grandma and daddy?”, Lily asked Lyra.

“They went to the Ministry to make a statement and put the bad men in prison”, she smiled at the child. “Tell me, what was it like?”

“Grandpa was reading to us, and grandma was playing with us before. Then Kreacher came and was very upset. Said two bad men are at the front door, trying to break in. Grandpa told Kreacher to watch us, and he and grandma went downstairs, there was a noise, and they came with two men. They couldn’t move, but they said nasty words I didn’t understand, and then grandpa and grandma pointed sticks at them and talked to them in Latin, but I don’t think the men liked it very much”, Lily nodded seriously.

Lyra smiled. “No, I don’t think they liked it very much, either”, she giggled.

“Did those men want to hurt us?”, James looked worried.

“I think they did, sweetheart, but grandma and grandpa are very powerful and would never allow it”, she nodded and hugged the boy. “You are both perfectly safe”.

“Mommy, grandma told me that one can have only one mommy and that my mommy is Hermione and not you”, Lily looked like she was about to cry. “Is that true?”

“It’s true in a way”, Lyra confirmed. “You see my big belly?”, she pointed, and the girl nodded.

“There’s a new baby inside. When it comes out of my body, I’m going to be its mommy. You came out of Hermione’s body that way, so she’s your mommy. However, I love your mommy very much, and she loves me very much, and we both think of both of you as our babies. We don’t make a difference”, she hugged the girl.

“Does it mean I can call still call you mommy?”, Lily smiled.

“Of course you can. I love you very much, and I wouldn’t love you any differently if it was I who gave birth to you, and not Hermione”, Lyra ruffled the girl’s hair.

“I love you too, mommy”, the girl beamed.

…

“We interrogated them properly at the office”, Viktor looked grim yet relieved. “Of course you didn’t get all of them”, he nodded to Lyra. “They were from the same group as those five, but they waited at their base, if you can call it that. They wanted revenge so they planned to kill our children”.

“They were planning this for a while. Since nobody but the residents can apparate inside, they lurked at the door and waited for all four of us to leave, and then they tried to break in through the door with spells. This alerted Kreacher, he alerted Lucius and Narcissa and that’s how their plan came to a bad ending”, Harry finished.

“Azkaban is too good for those two”, Lucius looked murderous.

“It is, but what upset me the most is that I looked at them and they were almost identical to the scum that roamed our home when the Dark Lord was there”, Narcissa frowned. “Worst of all, I looked at them and realised that they don’t all look like that by accident. The Dark Lord was producing such people because that’s what he wanted us all to be: nasty, filthy, vicious, cruel, without love, kindness or virtues. He would do superficial displays of good manners, but it was as if he never actually realised what manners are for. Manners are there to make people feel welcome, cared for, accepted and safe. With him, it was the opposite – a way to make cruelty and terror even more vicious, and people like those two used to snicker like hiyenas when her would torture and kill people. What’s worst, I could see us turning into those monsters, the way Bella turned from my kind and gentle sister into a perverted, vicious monster with dog-like devotion to the Dark Lord, and contempt, hatred and viciousness for everybody else”, she finished, as Lucius nodded. “We came frighteningly close, and it’s a fate worse than death. I think what saved us is that we had a daughter we loved, unlike the rest of them, who were childless, loveless and less than human in other ways as well”, he frowned.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t deal with it more quietly and the children saw it”, Narcissa smiled at Lyra and Hermione.

“We are grateful to the two of you for dealing with them”, Hermione bowed and smiled, and others nodded seriously.

“It was our great pleasure”, Lucius bowed back. “I’m so glad we were here, and not the two of you, who look as if you are about to give birth any moment now”, he beamed at the women.

“I fervently hope so”, Lyra sighed and smiled.