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Of all the bets that had been put on Harry's love life throughout the years, Harry smiled thinking the truth might not even have been grazed.
He watched his children playing with their dad in a mess of both muggle and magical toys, and couldn't be happier that the gossips and quick-quote quills had once again been wrong.
Neville gave him a questioning look that did nothing to dampen his grin, only letting himself be pulled back into the game by their youngest when Harry nodded in return. They were all laughing.
Happiness was quiet. Harry thought they deserved it.