The Epilogue- 14 Years Later

This is it....After I post this, I can add a little green check sign by it...I have been looking forwards to this day since a long time...The way I feel right now is quite indescribable. Its a feeling that you'd get if you took happiness, sadness, excitedness, and some other mushed up feelings and blend them together.

A HUGE Thank You to everyone for sticking through with this....THANK YOU SO MUCH. You have no idea how much this means to me. THANK YOU!!!!

The picture on the side is of the Malfoy family. Just ignore the random girl in the picture. You can imagine her as Victorie's little sister or something.

P.S. For those who don't know, Lorcan and Lysander are, according to J.K. Rowling, the children of Luna and Newt. In my story, they are the children of Luna and Neville. 

Enjoy!!

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The end of THE END is the best place to begin THE END, because if you read THE END from the beginning of the beginning of THE END to the end of the end of THE END, you will arrive at the end                -Lemony Snicket

As the soft autumn breeze blew the fallen leaves across the pavement, a family of three made their way towards King’s Cross Station. The handsome blonde man, clearly the father, was pushing a trolley loaded with a trunk and a large owl that was hooting quite loudly, while the mother and the child followed him closely.

            “What if we are too late?” Scorpius asked worriedly. “What if the train already left?”

            “Don’t worry darling,” Hermione replied soothingly. “We have plenty of time.”

            The family made its way towards the barrier that separated platforms nine and ten. Inconspicuously, they stepped through the barrier and onto platform 9 ¾, which was obscured by the thick steam pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express.

            “Where are they?” Scorpius asked worriedly as he tried to decipher the hazy forms around them as they made their way down the platform.

            “I think I see them,” Draco said suddenly, spotting eight figures in the mist, standing by the very last carriage. Their faces only came into focus when Draco, Hermione, and Scorpius had drawn right up to them.

            “Hi,” Scorpius greeted Albus and Rose with a traditional Malfoy smirk, his worried face long gone.

            “Hey,” Albus replied, while Rose, who was already wearing her brand new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.

            “Parked all right?” Ron asked Draco and Harry, the latter had walked in a few minutes before the former. “I did. None of you believed that I could pass a muggle driving test, did you? Gabrielle was convinced I confounded the examiner.”

            “No, I didn’t,” Gabrielle declared with a blush. “I ‘ad complete faith en you.”

            “As a matter of fact, I confund him,” Ron whispered to Harry and Draco as they lifted the trunks and owls onto the carriage. “I forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a supersensory charm for that.”

            “Hand it over, Potter,” Draco smirked. “Don’t think I have forgotten.”

            “Fine,” Harry grumbled, extracting a bag filled with galleons from the pocket of his jacket and handing it over to Draco. “Ron, look at what you have done. The last time he won, he bragged for days.”

            “This time, I plan on bragging for weeks,” Draco replied. “So brace yourself.”

            “What?!” Ron exclaimed. “You guys bet on whether or not I’d pass?! Some friends you are!”

            “Admit it, you would’ve done the same,” Draco replied, slipping his bag into the pocket of his dark blue button up coat.

            “True,” Ron replied.

            Back on the platform, they found Neville, Luna, and their children had joined them.  Lily, Hugo, Lorcan and Lysander were having an animated conversion about which house they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.

            “They are all going to be Gryffindors, of course,” Harry declared confidently yet quietly, so that the children couldn’t hear him.

            “In your dreams, perhaps,” Draco replied. “They are going to be Slytherins.”

            “Never,” Ron replied adamantly.

            “Care to bet?” Draco asked with a smirk.

            “Bet? Did I just hear someone say bet?” Fred asked, as he arrived along with his family to see off Albus, Rose, Scorpius, James, and Victorie.

            “I believe you did, Fred,” George, who along with his family had arrived with Fred, replied. “So what are we betting about?”

            “One hundred galleons that Albus, Rose, and Scorpius will be in Gryffindor,” Harry declared confidently.

            “Make that two hundred galleons,” Ron added.

            “If Hermione and Ginny hear about this you are going to be in huge trouble,” Neville added, glancing at the Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Gabrielle, Angelina, and Alicia talking nearby. “But fifty galleons that Albus will be in Gryffindor and Scorpius will be in Slytherin.”

            “I am going to be two hundred and fifty galleons richer tomorrow,” Draco replied confidently.

            “We bet one hundred galleons that Scorpius will be a Slytherin--,” Fred started.

            “And Rose and Albus will be Gryffindors,” George finished.

            “We shall see,” Draco replied.

            “If you are not in Gryffindor, we’ll disown you,” Ron told the children. “But no pressure.”

            “

            “If you are not in Slytherin, I’ll disinherit you,” Draco amended.

            “

Lily, Hugo, Lorcan, and Lysander laughed but Albus, Rose, and Scorpius looked solemn.

            “They didn’t mean it,” Hermione replied kindly, glaring at the men, while the other females nodded in agreement.

            James appeared, evidently bursting with breaking news concerning Teddy and Victorie.

            As Draco was listening to James’s report, he glanced at his son, who was staring worriedly at the Hogwarts Express.

            “You alright?” Draco asked quietly, extracting himself from the others and standing near Scorpius.

            “What if I’m not in Slytherin?” he asked worriedly.

            Draco smiled as he looked at his son, remembering asking his father the same question twenty-five years ago. Draco crouched down until Scorpius’s face was a bit higher than his. Scorpius looked like an exact replica of Draco; the same blonde hair, the same aristocratic feature, the same smirk. The only difference was the flecks of brown that dotted his stormy grey eyes.

            “It doesn’t matter which house you are in,” Draco began. “For each house has its very own special qualities. No matter which house you are sorted into, you are going to have great adventures at Hogwarts.

            “So you won’t disown me if I get sorted into Hufflepuff?” Scorpius asked worriedly.

            “Of course not!” Draco replied, quite shocked that Scorpius had heard that part of the conversation. “If you get sorted into Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff will have gained a wonderful, brilliant student.”

            Scorpius smiled and hugged Draco before running to board the train.

            Standing up, Draco put his arm around Hermione and the pair, along with their friends, waved at the children.

            “He will be alright, won’t he?” Hermione asked as the train began to pick up speed.

            “How can he not be alright? He is son after all,” Draco replied cockily as the Hogwarts Express turned a corner, disappearing from the view. “I do hope he doesn’t get into Hufflepuff. That would be quite unfortunate.”

            “Twenty-five years since I met you, yet you are still an arrogant, conceited, pompous prick with a bloated ego,” Hermione replied with a smirk, quoting what she had once said to him fourteen years ago.

            “Twenty five years and you are still an irritating, insufferable, know-it-all with slightly less bushy hair,” Draco retorted with a smirk, quoting what he had replied to her fourteen years ago with a few amends of course.

            “I was right,” Hermione replied shaking her head. “You truly are incorrigible.”

            “That’s why you love me,” Draco said with a smirk.

            “As sad as it is, it is true,” Hermione replied with a sigh followed by a smile, causing Draco’s smirk to get wider.

            With one last glance at the scarlet train labeled “The Hogwarts Express,” the couple made their way down King’s Cross station with their friends, arguing about where to eat lunch.

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