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Epilogue- 19 years later

"Come on, Stephanie, the train leaves in twenty minutes," Christine A. Black yelled as they neared platforms 9 and 10.

"I still don't get why we have to go through the barrier, when we could use Floo Powder or Apparate to the platform," replied Stephanie, Christine's 13 year old daughter that did look like all the Blacks before her, who was pushing a trolley.

"Because you need to learn how to appreciate magic, young lady," Christine replied as they ran unto platform 9 ¾.

"Hey, Steph!" yelled Nick O'Neil and Nate Porter, Steph's 13 year old friends from Hogwarts.

"Nick, Nate!" Steph yelled back. "Ready for another year of Hogwarts!"

"Yeah, Slytherin is going to win, again!" Nate said in an American accent, because he was American, and held his Firebolt.

"Of course it is," Steph replied. "Like the last three years we've been on the team and at school."

"Steph, if I hear that you've blown up a toilet again," Christine started.

"Don't worry, mom, that was so last year. Besides I have Uncle Ride to keep me from doing anything that stupid again."

"Just behave, don't pick on James or Albus Potter. You got that? Don't get expelled!" Christine yelled as Stephanie ran off after her friends.

"I wonder where I've heard those words before," said an amused voice beside her.

Christine turned and saw George Weasley standing beside her, smiling.

"Your mother?" she replied knowingly. "Now, I know how it is to have a troublemaker. How she could keep two in check, I'll never know."

"Hey, we were only sent a howler at least twice a year, only for the major stunts," he protested. "So, what has she done lately?"

"The last day of term last year, she blew up a toilet," Christine replied. "And lately she has been playing jokes on the Muggle children in Godric's Hallow."

"Like mother, like daughter," George said shaking his head.

"Hey, I never blew up a toilet, sure I thought about it, but that was you and Fred, who did that!" she protested. "She was always a jokester, but after Barnard's death when she was 10, she turned into the female version of you, Fred and Sirius. Anyways what are you doing here? Fred isn't old enough to go to Hogwarts until next year."

George smiled and said, "Ron asked if I help them put Rose on the train safely, and I figured I could to something else, too."

Christine smiled and replied, "George! You know that your products are still banned from Hogwarts."

"I know that, but the first years don't," he replied as they walked towards the back of the train. "And besides the older students buy the stuff anyway."

They stopped and talked to Percy.

"I can't believe that we absolutely can't fly in the day, where Muggles aren't present, except for Hogwarts! They don't notice much!" Percy complained.

"I didn't come up with that law, Perc," Christine replied. "It absolutely makes sense, fly when the drunks are out. But all we need to do is Apparate to work. I agree with the Minister, anyways, the Ministry only passed those regulations to make people, who don't have an ounce of common sense, like Mundungus Fletcher, obey them."

"I still don't like that regulation," Percy stated.

"There are laws that I don't like but I still have to obey them," Christine replied. "Anyways, Perc, we have to find Ron and Harry. See you at work."

"The same," Percy replied.

George and Christine passed Draco, Astoria, and Scorpius.

"Hi, Aunt Chrissy!" shouted Scorpius.

"Hi, Scorpius," she shouted back.

"Where's Steph?"

"She's already with her friends!" she replied. "Good to see you again, Draco and Astoria!"

"The same," Draco yelled.

"Come over for dinner sometime, Chrissy!" Astoria invited.

Suddenly, two owls landed on her shoulders, Midnight and Hermes, Barnard's old owl that was now Steph's owl.

"Hermes, get to Hogwarts or to Steph," she ordered.

Hermes took off. George and she resumed their walk.

"Aunt Chrissy, huh?" asked George.

"Don't ask."

"Don't tell."

They finally found Ron, Harry, and their families when Ron was telling Rose that Arthur wouldn't forgive her if she married a Pureblood.

"Hey!" James appeared and said, "Teddy's back there! Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!" He glazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction. "Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing…"

"You interrupted them?" asked Ginny. "You are so like Ron…"

"…and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!" James added as though worried he had not made himself clear.

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!" Lilly whispered ecstatically. "Teddy would really be part of the family then!"

"He already comes for dinner about four times a week," said Harry. "Why don't we just invite him to live with us and have done with it?"

"Yeah!" said James enthusiastically. "I don't mind sharing with Al- Teddy can have my room!"

"No," Harry said firmly, "you and Al will share a room only when I want the house demolished." He checked his watch and added, "It's nearly eleven; you'd better get on board."

Midnight hooted indignantly to get Christine's attention.

"Yes, Midnight?" she asked, and finally noticing that her owl was carrying a letter. She untied the letter and saw Kingsley's handwriting. She opened it and read:


We apprehended Greyback late last night. Your hypothesis that he may have the power to turn at will was correct. His trail is today at noon. Plus we have a Head of Departments meeting afterwards.


Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic.

P.S. Tell Harry for me, please.

"Why didn't you tell me that you're on the Wizengamont?" George said reading over her shoulder.

"Yes, she is also the Chief Witch of the Wizengamont, in addition to being the Head of the Department of Mysteries," Hermione said, beaming.

"Thanks, Hermione," Christine said.

"How and/or why did you go from troublemaker to a respectable witch in the Wizarding Community?" George asked.

"Three words," said Christine smiling. "Fred and you."

He rolled his eyes as the train's whistle blew. Christine saw Steph looking out the window of a compartment and waved. Steph smiled and waved back as the train started to move. Soon, the train was around the bend.

"He will be alright," Ginny said to Harry.

"I know," Harry replied.

"Potter, we have a trail at noon and Head of Department meeting, today," Christine said handing him the letter.

"Anybody up for a Butterbeer?" George asked.

"Well, Ron, Harry and I really have to get to work, George," Christine said. "Thanks for the invitation."

"But we will," Ginny replied.

"Yes, Uncle George, we will!" Lilly yelled excitedly.

Just a normal day, Christine thought as she Disapparated, no big threats to the Wizarding World's security for the past Nineteen years.

The End?

Author's note: now we have come to the end of the story. It was a joy to write and now I'm sad that it is over, however, I might post the years before this one on Fanfic. But now I must leave you and I hoped you enjoyed it.

~Captain Brown~