A/N: Wow. This is the last chapter of New Beauty. I've only done this once before, and, well, let's just say I'm not especially good at it. Okay, dedications, dedications. First, to Riku-Rocks, who has basically stuck with me throughout this fic. Next, kasmo, who came back to me after going away for a while. Lol. Also, Jess&Jenn, I hope y'all will review again, because I loved your reviews! Lady Bit, also, who has reviewed a lot. Also LandUnderWave, who recently started reviewing every chapter, which I appreciate. Lol. I would like to thank caz-felton-malfoy as well, since s/he stuck with me through 'Just Like You' too. Death-of-Tomorrow deserves thanks also, for stick with me. Peaceful Angel has also reviewed a lot, which is awesome. Also to Alhena-Antares-Alya who recently started reviewing a lot.A shout-out to my friends who reviewed as well, UnSerious Sirius aka Grim Lupine, Draco Malfoy-Potter, Triola, and, of course, She Wolf. Note to all budding writers: Never give your mother the name of your account. Lol. Thanks to all my lovely reviewers who I missed! Enjoy the final chapter! Adios!

-CatJetRat

'Harry and Malfoy barely inclined their heads, not taking their eyes off each other…."Scared?" muttered Malfoy, so that Lockhart couldn't' hear him.

"You wish," said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.'—Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, chapter 11, pages 191&193, paragraphs 9, and 8 and 9.

Chapter 23

Life Goes On

Epilogue

20 Years Later

Normal POV

"Come on, slowpokes!" Flame Malfoy-Potter hissed at his friends, Alex and Dexter Weasley, and Sobria Granger-Snape. Flame's real name was Flammaxilian, after some old great grandfather of one of his dad's. He had complained about the name so much when he was younger that finally his dad, much to the discontentment of his father, gave him his nickname, Flame.

The others hurried on behind him, and together, they crept towards Knockturn Alley. At fourteen years old, they had been trying to get into Knockturn Alley since they were all eight. Alex Weasley had been the first to suggest it. Bright and mischievious, she was the opposite of Sobria, who had been firmly set against this mission from the beginning. But the two of them were best friends, since birth, practically. Dexter was best friends with Flame, and they had been best friends for a long time. At six years old, the four of them had joined forces against Acuo Granger-Snape, the oldest and only other child of Hermione Granger and Severus Snape. He was pompous and upright, always scolding any and all of them for doing the slightest thing. Harry had once muttered something about him being like a 'Percy Weasley', but Flame wasn't sure what that meant. Speaking of Acuo….

"Duck!" Alex hissed, dragging them behind a building, just as Acuo walked by with his girlfriend, who, if it was possible, was even more uptight than he was.

They waited until Acuo and his girlfriend were fully out of sight before creeping down the Alley. Ever since Lord Voldemort had been defeated twenty years before, most of the Dark Arts were kept hidden in this Alley. The Ministry had done several purges, with Remus Lupin at the head of them, but the Dark Arts were kept well-hidden.

"Look!" Dexter pointed gleefully at Borgin & Burkes, an infamous store. Both original owners were dead, but their children, who were supposedly as greasy as their parents, carried on the family business.

They walked towards the store and pressed their faces up against the glass. "Cool," Sobria murmured, and flushed red when everyone looked at her. "What?" she said defensively. "It is."

"There might be hope for you yet, Bri," Alex grinned at her, and Sobria blushed harder than ever.

"Right," she stammered. "I think we've seen enough. We should—" she was cut off as someone clapped a hand on her shoulder, and she screamed.

After the war was over, Hermione had her baby, and named it Acuo. He had Snape's hair, and Hermione's intelligence. Sadly enough, he had Percy's personality. Six years later, she and Severus had one more child, their last child, named Sobria, who had soft brown hair and piercing black eyes. She was intelligent and beautiful, with a knack for potions and an inclination towards rule-abiding which Alex would spend much time trying to cure her of.

Harry and Draco finished school, and went on to their careers. Draco became interested in medicine, and decided to become a Healer. Harry tried his hand at professional Quidditch for a bit, before becoming an Auror. They married each other at nineteen. At twenty years old, they had their first child, with Severus' and named him Calvin. He looked a lot like Draco, except that his eyes were green instead of silver, and he acted more like Harry, following in his footsteps and becoming a Gryffindor. Now he was almost eighteen.

After Calvin they waited a bit, and then had Valesca. With long black hair and Draco's fine, aristocratic features, she was a great beauty. Her eyes had turned out hazel, like James', but had sparkles of silver in them, which, while a rather odd thing to look at, was very beautiful. She behaved rather like Draco, and went into Slytherin. She was sixteen.

After about a year, Harry and Draco decided to have another child. His name was Flame. He was the strangest-looking of their children. His hair was white-blond, like Draco's, but had the texture of Harry's hair. He behaved like Harry, and proved just as good at Quidditch. He went into Gryffindor, though, like Harry, he had to argue with the hat to not put him in Slytherin. His eyes were the oddest part of him, though. One was bright green, and one was silver. But that wasn't the strangest part. They switched sides. One day, his left eye would be green, and then the next, it would be silver. It was strange, but Flame liked it. Eventually, he figured out that his eyes switched color depending on his mood, though it was very basic. If he was happy, his left eye would turn green. If he was sad or angry, his right eye would be green. No one had figured it out yet, but he though it was rather neat. He was now fourteen

After Flame, Harry and Draco took a break from having kids for a while, about three years, to be exact. But then, they decided that having one more couldn't hurt, and so they created Amabilia. She was, perhaps, the most adorable child that they had yet had. She had beautiful strawberry-blonde hair, courtesy of Lily and Draco, and had Narcissa's blue eyes. When Draco saw them for the first time, he practically cried. She was now ten.

Luna and Ron had been procreative as well. When they were twenty-one, they had their first child, Rupert, who had Luna's strange personality and Ron's appearance and love of the Chudley Cannons. He was seventeen.

After Rupert they had Alexia and Dexter, who were twins. Alex had beautiful, long red hair, rather like Ginny did, and, oddly enough, brown eyes. Dexter had dirty-blond hair and a rough, sexy look, or at least it would be when he got older. He had blue eyes. They were both fourteen.

After that they had Daniel, who had dirty-blond hair also, and blue eyes. He was ten.

Remus and Tonks had one child, Amatrix Lupin, who was sixteen. She had brown hair, amber eyes, the Metamorphmagus ability, and Valesca Malfoy-Potter's heart. She and the oldest daughter of Harry and Draco had been enemies for a while until they fell in love in their fifth year.

Everyone else scattered and married, and in all life was peaceful for all. That is, all except for four rambunctious fourteen-year olds….

Sobria shrieked and jumped a foot in the air, wheeling around. She relaxed slightly when she saw who it was.

"Merlin, Calvin, you scared me," she scolded him. He grinned.

"Sorry, Sobria," he said, though she could just tell he didn't mean a word of it. "What are you four doing down here anyway? Flame, you know dad and father are going to kill you if they catch you down here."

"Whatever," Flame muttered, clearly vexed that he had been caught so soon. Calvin sighed.

"Come on, let's go back to Diagon Alley," Calvin said, and they turned to leave.

"Yes, go back to Diagon Alley, where it's safe."

Flame stiffened instantly at the voice, and his hand went to his wand. Slowly, he turned around.

Darius Pavidan stood there, a sneer adorning his features. He was fourteen years old, like Flame, but the two couldn't have been more different. Darius had dark, smooth hair that fell down over his piercing violet eyes. Sometimes he wore eyeliner to accentuate his eyes, but Flame couldn't insult him on this, since not only were his parents gay, but he too wore eyeliner sometimes.

Darius went to Hogwarts as well, but he was a Slytherin. From the moment the two of them had met, it had been as if fire met gasoline. Darius sneered at him for being short, and it went off from there, Darius insulting his family, him insulting Darius's family, and so on.

"Pavidan," Flame said icily. Pavidan smirked

"Potter," he said.

"Malfoy-Potter," Flame growled.

"You're more Potter than you are Malfoy," Pavidan sneered. "A true Malfoy would never let himself or herself be bossed around."

Flame opened his mouth to retort, but Calvin inserted himself firmly in between Pavidan and Flame. "You should go, now," Calvin snarled. Pavidan glared, but knew he couldn't take on a seventh-year.

"Fine," he said coolly. "Maybe I'll catch you later, Potter, when your big brother isn't around to protect you. Later." He almost seemed to melt into the shadows.

Flame was shaking with anger. "How could you do that?" he hissed at Calvin, who stared at him incredulously.

"You're welcome, by the way," Calvin said, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

"You embarrassed me!" Flame exclaimed. "In front of my worst enemy! Do you have any idea what kind of leverage he has against me now? Do you?" With that, Flame stormed off in a huff. Calvin glared after him.

"Ungrateful prick," he muttered, and, beckoning to the others, he rushed to catch him.

Unbeknownst to them, a slim figure watched from the shadows, anger striking deep within her heart.

"One day they will not be so easily angered," she vowed. "One day I will defeat those who destroyed the foolish Dark Lord. He was weak, but I am not!" With that, she swept away down the street, muttering to herself.

When Harry and Draco found their children, they scolded them, and took them back to Fidelis Cognatio. No one knew of the impending Dark Lady, and few cared. It would be a while before she would rise, but rise she would, as did Lord Voldemort. It is true, perhaps, that nothing ever ends, and life goes on. There will be love, hope, and pain. Things will differ, but for the Malfoy-Potter family, life was good at the moment. They had bought themselves peace, and earned it. But it all started with the kind heart of one boy, and the proof indeed, that someone can have new beauty.

A/N: I'm crying. Literally, tears are dripping down my face. It's over. It's good that it is, but it's sort of astonishing. I hope I ended it well. Thanks for all the people who supported me throughout this stories, through the rough patches and all. I'm so sad. I thought it would be easier to end the second one, but I was wrong. The only comfort is that it feels right to finally end it. It meant much to me, and has been with me for over a year now. But it's over, finally, and I'm glad. It feels right. Now I can expand, and move on to other stories, and hopefully my writing will continue to improve. Thanks, y'all! Love you all. Adios!

-CatJetRat