Despite Gabe's new teenage phase and his constant growing (both physically and emotionally), Fervi couldn't have been happier. Granted, it was a little difficult to realize that their little boy was growing up and older, but there was a time for everything and it was now Gabe's turn to start growing up and turning into a young man. Everything seemed to be just as Fervi had hoped, if not better in their current life. Granted, no one's life was perfect, but Fervi's life together had become something that they would have to call perfect. They had a son that they adored, one that looked up to them and enjoyed their company, one that they loved more than anything else. They had a successful bookstore, and a beautiful home, and they each had a spouse that they could never stop loving. Though they had their own problems to deal with and a large family that never stopped intruding in the most loving of ways, in Fervi's unique sense of the word; life was perfect.

To this day, it's still rather surreal for the couple to look back on their many years together. They had just been two teenagers when they had first met, two teenagers that could not have possibly been bigger opposites - Vianna was an outgoing, cheery athletic girl with a love for mischief and adventure, and Ferris had been a more reserved young man with a thirst for knowledge and a love for books. They had spent six long years attending the same school, passing each other in the halls, but never once acknowledging each other. It was completely surreal to think that it had been just one minor coincidence that had brought them together - summer camp. Had one of them not attended the camp (which Ferris had been close to doing), this wonderful and beautiful life would have never taken place and Gabriel would have never been introduced to the world. Vianna would have probably moved back to Italy and married some Quidditch player like her family had always expected; Ferris might have stayed in his flat in England, working at the ministry, and meeting his future wife there. They would have been living two completely different lives in two completely different worlds. Perhaps they would have been happy in those alternative lives, but… They were glad things didn't go that way. They were glad they had both attended camp, they were glad they had met, they were glad they didn't let Vince and Victor get in the way of their relationship, they were glad they spent Vianna's last year at Hogwarts together, they were glad they married, and… they were just glad with the way life had turned out. Even that horrible kidnapping was something they had to be grateful for; it had been a horrible experience at the time, yes, but… it brought them so much closer, it started many of the traditions they still followed today.

They had come a long way from that teenage girl and that teenage boy they had once been, their life had turned out exactly, if not better than they had expected it, and they had the most wonderful and loving of sons to prove what their love could do, a love that was not coming to an end now, or ever. It was completely surreal to think that all of this, this wonderful, beautiful life they led and this precious son of theirs was all the result of a meeting many years ago, all the result of that summer.