A/N: Once again, sorry for the amazingly long wait. I can't seem to keep the inspiration going at all, but I refuse to just discontinue this (and for those of you still waiting for the next installment of Kittens Come in Litters, I do still plan on writing more for that someday). I'm sorry (or not) to say that this is the last chapter. Enjoy it while you read it, because there will be no more, and I believe I will be rushing things.


The months passed and the students and teachers prepared for both end-of-year exams and the final showdown against Voldemort. Fred and Dawn were happily in the land of couple-ville, as were Faith and George. Harry and Draco came out to the entire school, which was interesting, as even some of the boys looked upset to see the two taken. Dumbledore and McGonagall managed to keep their relationship secret from most of the student body, but suggestive comments from certain Scoobies made sure that the entire staff knew about it by the end of that first week.

Spike subbed in more classes as more teachers were sent out to recruit wizards, witches, and other magical beings. Those beings all returned to Hogwarts with the recruits so they could be ready to fight at a moment's notice.

In the last week of school, Voldemort attacked. It was the type of battle that would go down in history simply because it was the end of an era. The side of the Light had worked so hard to gather troops that by the time they were attacked, they had an army three times the size of their enemy's. Harry defeated Voldemort personally using a spell combination he, Hermione, Buffy, and Willow had worked out. Xander watched them prepare for the spells and gave pointers when he noticed a weakness or flaw in the tactical side of things. Angel and Spike were the ones who had to kill Darla and Drusilla respectively.

On the last day of school, the students prepared to get on the train, the Scoobies got ready to head back to California, and the teachers looked forward to finally having some peace for a few months. Harry and Draco were given an invitation to move into hotel with the Scoobies. After some thought – and the realization on Draco's part that both of his parents had been killed in the final battle – they agreed, but only on one condition. The condition was that they be able to visit their friends at any given time.

Buffy and Angel happily agreed, the Weasleys and Hermione got the address, and the students – barring Harry, Draco, and Dawn – left the school. Dumbledore walked up to the final group, hugged his granddaughters, shook hands with the male family members, and patted both Harry and Draco on the back.

"Now, I do plan to see each and every one of you back here next year, is that understood?" he asked, smiling.

"Like we would be anywhere else," Buffy replied. "Besides, I need to break that record."

"Record?" Giles asked. "And what record would that be?"

"The record of teachers only lasting one year in the DADA position. I plan to be back next year, the year after that, and at least the year after that. I figure that four years in a row should be enough to break the curse on the job."

"Thank you, Buffy."

"Any time Grandad."

"In that case…"

"Any time that it doesn't mess up my summer schedule," Buffy corrected hastily. Dumbledore laughed.

"I wouldn't dream of interrupting your summer vacation, my dear. You have more than earned it. Besides, you need this summer to learn how to deal with two teenage boys being under your guardianship."

"Two teenage boys in love with each other," Andrew clarified, causing both boys to flush slightly.

"Don't worry about it. You'll see. Next year they'll arrive with the rest of the school, and they'll be so well-adjusted that you won't even recognize them."

"Or so unadjusted that they're wearing straight jackets and talking to burritos," Willow added.

"Shhh," Buffy hushed her. "We're trying to make me look like a good caretaker."

"We already know you're a good caretaker… So long as you're alive… No dying this summer!" Xander ordered.

"Yeah, yeah. We're leaving now."

With that, the Californians, plus Harry and Draco, grabbed a large hoola-hoop in one hand, and kept a tight grip on their luggage with the other. Dumbledore counted down to one, and the portkey activated, taking everyone back to the hotel.

The End.

A/N 2: Yes, that's it. I'm done. I may or may not write a mini-sequel, depending on my mood. Sorry, but that's just how life goes. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted, and once again I am sorry for dragging it out so long and then just ending it, but I can almost guarantee that the inspiration for this story at least will not come back. If it does, I will take down this chapter and actually write what happened during that summary thing. Thanks for all of the reviews!