AUTHOR'S NOTES: To everything...turn, turn, turn...there is a season...turn, turn, turn. Leave it to the hippies to rip off the Bible. The point here, however, is not to bash hippies (despite their patchulie stink and hemp clothing) but to talk of endings. This is the end (as Jim Morrison once said). What you see before you is the ultimate, the final, the LAST chapter of AFTERMATH. This is the end.

This story has come a long way. Originally, it began as a dirty little porn story that my ex-girlfriend wanted me to write for her. At some point, Professor Snape (who she has a major crush on...ICK!!!) was going to come back from the dead and get it on with an original character that SHE created (i.e. an avatar that represented herself). However, somewhere along the line this little story moved away from what it was going to be and became something more. With the exception of Chapter 8, the dirty stuff was kept to a minimum, and this became a story I could be (mostly) proud of. I went a little insane working for nearly a month straight, posting new chapters every single day, but I got better and learned to pace myself and manged to churn out some pretty good stuff (even if I convinced myself that it was complete CRAP the entire time I was writing it). My ex never did read the story...which, y'know, didn't do my ego any good...but all of you people did, and considering how many of you have been enjoying the ride, I really don't feel too bad about her not checking it out.

I wasn't planning on posting this thing just yet. I wanted to wait until this weekend. But when one of my readers told me of a recent death in the family, and that me posting my final chapter would really be a pick-me-up, well, I threw caution to the wind and decided to go live with the story NOW instead of this weekend. Let me take this opportunity to thank my beta reader CutewithAcapital-Q for her helpful suggestions, and my pre-reader (she doesn't like being called a beta) lemondrop43...even though I posted before she had a chance to give me her suggestions (sorry about that, Lemonhead!).

Now, while this is the final chapter of AFTERMATH, rest assured that this is not the last thing I'm going to write. I have many more stories planned, and most of them are one-shots that take place in the AFTERMATH universe. So, while I may not be giving you a 42-chapter-long story every time, you WILL be getting more stuff from me. With any luck, I plan on being an active participant in the fanfiction community for some time to come.

This is weird...I'm trying to come up with something witty to send this story off with a laugh, but I'm coming up empty. I've been looking forward to ending this thing since I first started posting it back in August, but now that I'm here, looking at the final chapter, getting ready to post it, I'm finding myself feeling...sad. It's like I'm sending my kid off to boarding school onboard some magical steam engine somewhere. Go figure, right?


Well, people, this is it. The final chapter. The end. I really hope you guys (and dolls) enjoy it.

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DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter characters and all the related places, things, and other intellectual properties. She was incredibly lucky to hit it so big with the books that inspired this fanfiction; and we were all equally lucky to have found those books and some of the most enjoyable fictional characters ever created.


Chapter 42 -- The Long Goodbye

When the first day of September arrived, excitement filled the air. Hermione and Ginny would be returning to Hogwarts one last time, and Harry would be leaving for the Auror Academy, and everyone wanted to be there to send them off. Of course, the logistics of getting everyone together when they lived in different parts of the country was quite overwhelming.

It took quite a bit of doing, but somehow all the Weasleys, the Grangers, and the requisite significant others, all managed to reach Platform 9¾ a good fifteen minutes before the Hogwarts Express was scheduled to leave…an unusual occurrence for the Weasleys who were often arriving with only two minutes to spare.

Almost immediately upon arriving through the barrier, Harry and Hermione separated from everyone else, intent on going into the lavatories and changing into their robes. A few minutes later, Harry had donned his Auror Cadet robes, and made his way back out onto the platform where he'd left his backpack and owl cage.

An angry screech from the owl cage drew Harry's attention to Cyril, his new owl. He looked up at Harry with a disgruntled look and Harry was sure he knew what the problem was. Cyril had been locked in the cage since last night. No doubt he wanted to get out and stretch his wings. Harry crouched down and opened the cage, letting Cyril out. Harry expected the bird to fly off, but instead he hopped up onto Harry's shoulder, causing Harry to smile. The smile was short-lived, however, since Cyril wasn't so much looking for a place to perch as he was looking for some revenge.

"Ow! Quit it! Ow!! Quit it! OW!!! QUIT IT!!" Harry reached over and gently pushed the grey-and-brown speckled screech owl off his shoulder, sending it flying off to the top of a nearby signpost where it looked at Harry and screeched indignantly.

"The new owl not working out, Harry?" Ron asked, walking up behind him and slapping him on the back.

"Cyril keeps biting me," Harry griped, reaching up to tenderly feel at his ear that was now bloody.

"He does seem a bit mental," Ron nodded, smiling, "But at least he's not completely sack-of-hammers like Pig…flying all over the place and banging into things!"

"I miss Hedwig," Harry said, frowning as his new owl continued to screech at him from atop the signpost, "She was such an even-tempered owl…she was really kind of sweet."


Harry was suddenly engulfed from behind by a hug. He turned his head to see a pretty young redhead was attached to him. "Hi, Gin."

"I'm sorry you miss Hedwig, Harry, but I'm sure Cyril will work out. He just needs some training up!"

"And if he's still mental come Christmas," Ron said with a smirk, "We can feed him to Crookshanks!"

"Who are we feeding to Crookshanks?" Hermione asked as she joined her three best friends, now dressed in her Hogwarts robes with her Head Girl badge in full view on her lapel. The aforementioned Crookshanks was mewling impatiently in his cat-carrier.

"Cyril," Harry, Ron, and Ginny said as one.

At the prospect of being allowed to eat the cantankerous owl, Crookshanks began to meow contentedly, licking his chops as if he completely understood what was being said. Cyril, too, seemed to understand, as he screeched angrily at all four of them, and shot an angry glare at the ginger cat that was eyeing him like tomorrow night's supper.

The two couples laughed at the interaction between the owl and the cat before the sound of a shy, quiet cough drew their attention to a First Year Hogwarts student looking at them with awe and fascination.

"Excuse me, sir, could I have your autograph?" the eleven-year-old student looked absolutely intimidated as he held up a quill and a Chocolate Frog Card.

Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione and Ginny giggled at the prospect of the child asking for his autograph like he was a famous Quidditch player or something. Ron tried to hide his smirk as Harry reached for the card with a deep sigh. Of course, what happened next surprised and delighted the four of them.

"Oh no, Mr. Potter," the First Year said, slightly embarrassed, "I'm sorry…but I don't have your card…although my sister does. I tried to trade her two Circes, a Morgana, and a Kirley Duke, but she wouldn't trade me."

The two couples looked down at the young Hogwarts student in surprise.

"Wait a minute," Ron said, looking confused, "If you're not asking for Harry's autograph then whose…?"

"Yours, Mr. Weasley," the young boy revealed, holding up the Famous Wizards Card bearing Ron's picture, "I traded an Agrippa to get it! I hope to have all of the Golden Trio soon."

Ron was completely stunned as the First Year handed him the card and the quill. Ron took them and quickly scrawled his signature on the card before handing them back. Smiling broadly up at him, like Ron was his new hero, the boy took his card and quill and ran off calling to his friend and waving his newly autographed card.

"He traded an Agrippa…for me…?" Ron was seemingly in a state of shock, until Hermione gently nudged him back to reality.

"We've got to get going, Mr. Weasley," Hermione said, with a smile.

"Yeah, the train leaves in less than ten minutes," Ginny added, cutting across the lighthearted scene and infusing it with a dose of sudden depression.

They started to walk towards the scarlet steam engine to get onboard, but Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and held her back. She turned to look at him, a bit frantic at the possibility of missing her ride to Hogwarts.

"Ron…the train…!"

"Just give me a minute, 'Mione," he said, looking her in the eye, "There's something I need to talk to you about."

She looked at Ron and found herself a bit worried. He looked so serious…and a little green at the same time. "Ron, are you alright? You're not sick, are you?"

"No, I'm fine…I'm great…I'm brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, rambling a bit and drawing a concerned look from Hermione.


"No…wait…listen, 'Mione," Ron said, nervously, grabbing her hands, "I need to say this, and we're running out of time."

"Okay…" she still looked concerned, but Hermione gave Ron the chance to speak his piece.

"Err…do you remember…after Fred…after the funeral…we were talking about us," he looked at her, hoping she remembered what he was talking about, "And you said…we said…erm…err…"

"Ron, please! The train…!"

"Right…erm…you told me that we could get…that I could ask…" Ron was sweating profusely right now. He put a clammy hand into his pocket, fingering the small box, "You said I could…propose…before you left for school."

He pulled the small black box out of his pocket and showed it to her.

"And your doing it NOW?! Hermione's heart was pounding in her chest. Ron was proposing to her while everyone else was hurrying onto the train before it pulled out of the station. She was going to miss the train and…suddenly, the situation dawned on her. Ron. Was. Proposing. The bloody train could bugger off for all she cared. She smiled brightly, down at the box, it was still closed and as she looked back up at Ron he looked almost deathly afraid. "Ask me, Ron."

"What…?" he looked at her, seemingly confused.

"Open the box and ask me!!" she laughed at how odd he was behaving. She'd seen him get more confident and relaxed with her…with the idea of them…over the summer…especially after they'd become lovers…but now he was back to being the nervous, stammering guy who couldn't express himself to her.

"Oh…err…right…" Ron fumbled with the box, finally getting it opened. It was facing away from Hermione, so he had to turn it around the right way, and when he did, she gasped dramatically.

The ring wasn't fancy, and the diamond wasn't huge. For Hermione, though, it looked perfect. After all, she wasn't a fancy, showy, ostentatious type of woman...and she couldn't help wondering if Ron had taken that into consideration when picking out the ring. She felt tears start to form at the corners of her eyes, and she brought her hands to her mouth to keep from squealing. She continued to look at the ring, and then at Ron, who still looked rather peaky, and she realized he still hadn't asked her.


Ron jumped as she said his name sharply, but it seemed to draw him out of his trance. He looked up at her, his eyes full of emotion. His mouth was dry, and his stomach was doing somersaults. He did his best to clear his throat and ask her the question she'd been waiting to hear.

"'M-M-Mione…you know I love you…"

"I love you, too, Ron," she said softly, tears starting to pour down her cheeks.

"Right…good…I mean…it's good that we love each other…" he was so nervous, he felt like a complete and utter moron, "I'm not good at these sort of things…you know that. I mean, I'm getting better, but I'm no suave Mr. Romance…"

"You're not that bad," she said, smiling and lovingly stroking his arm, "Now…weren't you trying to ask me something?"

"Yeah, I was…" he said, nodding. He got a faraway look in his eye, and seemed to forget that he was talking to her.

Hermione put her hand on his cheek, caressing it gently and bringing him back down to earth, "Ask me, Ron. Please?"

He reached up with his free hand and took her hand away from his face, and then grasping both her hands together in his hand he nodded to himself and cleared his throat. "Right…well…my point is…I reckon I'm not good with romantic mushy stuff…but I'm trying..." he looked up at her, and her eyes were locked on him, making him feel even more nervous, "I'm trying and I'll keep trying for as long as you're with me. So, Hermione Granger…erm…will you?"

Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him when he stopped speaking; that was it? That was how he was going to ask for her hand in marriage? She was tempted to say no, and tell him she wouldn't say yes until he asked her properly…but as she looked at him, holding his breath, desperately awaiting her answer, all the love in the world for her evident in those blue eyes of his, there was no way she could say no. No way she could deny him…deny herself…the happiness of agreeing to marry him.

Harry and Ginny had been standing about five feet from the train, holding each other tight and getting in as many passionate kisses as they could before the train conductor signaled that the train was ready to leave. The sound of Ron's joyful whoop from across the platform drew their attention and caused the lovebirds to break apart.

Harry and Ginny, hand-in-hand, hurried over to where Ron was holding Hermione in a tight hug, spinning her around. Hermione was giggling like a giddy little schoolgirl, and while she was a schoolgirl, she was not typically giddy, and she almost never giggled. Ginny and Harry knew something was up immediately.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, shooting a confused look back-and-forth between the smiling, flushed faces of his two best friends. Before they could answer, Ginny erupted with an ear-piercing shriek and rushed at Hermione, grabbing her left hand.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!" Ginny exclaimed and threw her arms around Hermione, hugging her tight. Harry couldn't help but look worried at the two girls who were, all of a sudden, behaving an awful lot like Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. "You're finally going to be my sister!!!"

"Huh?" Harry looked to Ron for some sort of explanation, but he was too busy beaming with pride and didn't seem to notice Harry. Finally, taking pity on Harry and his cluelessness, Ginny pulled Hermione's hand up to eye level with the future Auror.

"Ron proposed, Harry!!" Ginny explained, smiling almost as broadly as Hermione and Ron, "They're getting married!!"

"Who's getting married?"

The foursome turned around and found Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, Audrey, George, Angelina, and the Grangers standing about five yards behind them. Molly had been the one to ask the question, and when Ginny showed her Hermione's hand with the ring on it, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger both swooped in and hugged the bride-to-be.

"I couldn't be happier!" Molly gushed, reaching up and caressing Hermione's face, "I'd always hoped that one day Ron would make you a Weasley!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, with tears in her eyes, "You've always been so wonderful to me, I feel like I've already been a Weasley since I was fourteen!"

"You have been, dear," Molly replied, kissing her cheek, "And it's not Mrs. Weasley anymore…it's Mum or Molly."

Hermione smiled and nodded, unsure if she'd ever be able to call Ron's mother anything but Mrs. Weasley. They hugged again, and then Molly made a beeline for her son, grabbing him tight and hugging him for all she was worth.

"I'm so proud of you, Ronnie!! My baby boy is all grown up!!"

Ron blushed, awkwardly patting his mother on her back, but deep down all he wanted to do was tell her to "Geroff!" and go over and spend some time snogging his new fiancée before the train left.

"Congratulations, Hermione!" Mrs. Granger said, crying as she hugged her only child, "I'm so happy for you and Ron! You know he loves you very much."

"I know, Mum," Hermione replied, wiping her own tears on the sleeve of her robe.

"I can't wait to see my baby girl walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown," Elizabeth Granger got a faraway look in her eye, reminiscent of Luna Lovegood.

"Don't get too attached to that image, Mum," Hermione laughed, "I have to finish Hogwarts first."

"Of course, you do, darling, but once you've graduated, what do you think…a summer wedding? Or maybe wait for the fall?"

"Mum…! I can't think about that yet, I mean, I'm still wrapping my mind around the fact that I'm engaged!!"

"And you couldn't have found a better young man to marry, poppet," John Granger said with a smile, sweeping in and kissing his daughter on the cheek, effectively saving her from her mother's wedding planning, "Any man who is respectful enough to ask for my blessing and yet stubborn enough to stand toe-to-toe with you in an argument is definitely the right bloke for you!"

"Daddy!" Hermione laughed, slapping his arm, "We don't argue that much!"

"Of course not, poppet," John replied, smiling, "And flossing after every meal isn't the cornerstone of a healthy regimen of oral hygiene."

Before Hermione knew what was happening, she was being hugged and kissed by every member of the Weasley family, even receiving hugs from Fleur, Angelina and Audrey. She was so happy, but she couldn't help feeling like she was forgetting something. Suddenly, she turned and saw Harry and Ron standing there and she remembered…the train was about to leave, and she still needed to say goodbye to her two best friends.

"I'm going to miss you both so much!" Hermione cried, throwing her arms around each of the young men's necks. They hugged her tight, none of them wanting to let go and have their time together come to an end.

"Things aren't going to be the same without the two of you around," Ron said once the three of them broke the hug.

"You've got that right, mate," Harry nodded, "You guys have meant the world to me for so long…and now we're all going off on our own…"

"It's a bit scary," Hermione admitted.

"We'll get through this," Ron said, squeezing Hermione's hand, trying to be strong for her while he really felt miserable inside. He didn't want to be away from her for so long.

"Hey! Over here!"

The Trio turned and saw Ginny waving at them. In her hand was the wizard camera Ron and Hermione had gotten her for her birthday.

"Let me get a picture of you guys," she said, aiming the camera and motioning for them to stand together and look at her, "Smile guys!!"

The Trio smiled and Ginny snapped the picture. Despite the prospect of splitting up for several months, the smiles on their faces were warm and genuine. The smiles quickly vanished as the train whistle blew.

"We've got to go!" Hermione cried, gathering up Crookshanks' cage. She hurried towards the train, bidding everyone a loving, tearful goodbye. Ginny, too, was bidding everyone farewell and within a few moments they were both rushing to get on the train. Hermione was stopped in her tracks, however, when Ron once again grabbed her and pulled her to him. "Ron! I really have to g--…!"

She never finished her sentence as Ron crushed his lips against hers and gave Hermione a kiss that expressed everything he was feeling for her. It was such a kiss that it made her head swim and her knees weak. When they finally broke apart, Ron pressed his forehead against hers and caressed her cheek.

"I know I bollocksed this up right brilliantly," he said in a voice barely above a whisper, his eyes intently gazing into hers, "I'm sorry for that…but I promise…I will do whatever it takes to make you happy."

"Ron…it wouldn't be us if it was all rose petals and candlelight," she whispered back, smiling brightly at him, "The way you did it…that was you…and to me, that makes it perfect."

They kissed one final time, and Ginny started screaming for Hermione. The train had started to pull away, and Hermione had to run to catch it. She jumped on and she and Ginny waved goodbye to the people they loved as the great scarlet steam engine whisked them away on their final journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Their families and friends remained silent as they watched the train pull out of the station, and it was only after it rounded a bend and disappeared from sight that anyone chose to speak.

"You know, I didn't want to ask this while Hermione was here," George said, moving up to drape his arm over Ron's shoulder, "Merlin knows she would've hexed me into next week if I did…"

"George…" Ron growled warningly. He knew where his brother was headed with this.

"I've just gotta ask, though, little brother," George went on, paying no heed to his brother's dangerous tone, "Since you just couldn't wait to propose…"

"George…!" Ron turned to face him, his eyes blazing and his face red.

"How pregnant is she?!"


The next several minutes were spent with Ron angrily chasing George around the train platform, shooting spells, hexes, and curses out of his wand that his jokester-of-a-brother barely managed to avoid.

Bill and Charlie had to grab Ron and restrain him, while their mother proceeded to loudly scold George and threaten him with the singular task of degnoming the garden by himself every day for the next year if he didn't curb his mindless shenanigans. Mr. Weasley was left with the unenviable task of explaining to the Grangers that George was only kidding.

Once the excitement had cooled down, and Ron could be convinced to stop trying to mangle his brother, he walked over to where Harry was crouched, doing his best to get Cyril in his cage without losing a finger.

Ron and Harry exchanged a look, a brief feeling of longing and sadness tugging at them. For the briefest of moments, Ron found himself envious of Hermione, wishing he, too, had gone back to school…and equally envious of Harry, starting out on his great new adventure in the Auror Academy. It was only a brief twinge of envy, and it passed quickly as Harry moved from Ron's side, drawing his attention.

Harry was quickly engulfed in a bone-crushing hug by an openly weeping Mrs. Weasley, "You be sure and write us often, dear," she said between sobs, "And remember to stay safe."

Harry nodded, and Mrs. Weasley stood up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. She moved aside, allowing her husband to say his goodbyes.

"Listen to your instructors and you'll do fine," Arthur said, shaking Harry's hand, "You'll be home for Christmas, yes?"

Harry nodded again, and was a bit taken aback when Mr. Weasley gave him a fatherly hug and stepped aside, taking his wife in his arms to comfort her.

"Don't worry, ickle Harry," George said with a wicked grin, "I'll dress the ghoul up to look like you and it'll be just like you never left. He likes to brood almost as much as you do!"

"Thanks George," Harry laughed.

George clapped Harry on the shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I put some surprises in your pack…just don't set them off in the dormitories! Give 'em Hell at the Auror Academy!" George ruffled his mop of black hair and stepped aside.

Harry rolled his eyes and smiled as he made his way from George to the other Weasleys waiting to see him off. He shook hands with Bill, Charlie, and Percy while Fleur hugged him and kissed him on each cheek. Angelina gave him a friendly hug and an affectionate punch in the arm, and Audrey…who had known Harry for the least amount of time of all those present…gave him an uncomfortable sort of wave before moving to stand with Percy. Even the Grangers, who really only knew Harry as their daughter's friend, bid him farewell with a handshake and a hug.

Almost as one, the assembled loved-ones moved towards the exit to Platform 9¾ leaving Harry alone with Ron, wanting to give the two of them some measure of privacy for their own good-bye. Harry moved over to where his best mate stood, off to the side, shuffling his feet.

"It's almost time, Ron," Harry said, hitching his pack up onto his shoulder and grabbing Cyril's cage. He pulled an old, rusty doorknob out of his robe pocket, "The Portkey's set to go off in about a minute, but before I go, there's something I wanted to say."

"What's that, mate?" Ron asked, clapping him on the shoulder and giving Harry a sad little smile.

"I wanted to say 'thanks'," Harry said, looking Ron directly in the eye, his voice cracking slightly, "You've always treated me like Harry Potter instead of The Boy-Who-Lived; you'll never know how important that was to me. You were my first real friend, you stood by my side no matter the odds, you let me be a part of your family, and you even let me have your sister…"

"Oy! Watch it Potter!" Ron threatened, jokingly. Both young men smiled and laughed.

"I'm going to miss you, Ron," Harry said getting serious once again.

"Me too, Harry," Ron nodded and moved towards his best mate; they each stepped forward into an awkward hug, the two of them slapping each other on the back to make the embrace a manly one, "Take care and be sure to write, yeah?"

Harry nodded, and Ron stepped back, "See ya', Ron."

"Bye Harry."

The Boy-Who-Lived gave the best friend he'd ever had one last smile as the doorknob in his hand began to glow. In a flash, Harry Potter was gone, leaving Ron alone on the train platform. For the first time in seven years, the Golden Trio had gone their separate ways.

Ron made his way towards the exit of Platform 9¾ and found himself pounced upon by his brother, George.

"Don't worry, Ronniekins," George said, wrapping his arm around his little brother's shoulders as they made their way to rejoin their family, "You've always got me!"

"Merlin help me," Ron laughed, putting his arm around George and shaking his head as they passed through the exit, leaving Platform 9¾ and the past behind, and moved off towards the future.

-- The End --

AUTHOR'S END NOTES: Well, boys and girls, there you have it. Was the ending as good for you as it was for me? I hope so...after all, I wanted to go out with a bang (or, at the very least a laugh).

A lot of time, effort, and emotion was poured into this story. A lot of sleepless nights, a lot of non-productive days, and more than a few stress-filled weekends. It was all worth it, though, judging by the positive response I received from nearly every single one of the 550+ reviews this story received. You people kept me going when all I wanted to do was toss my laptop out the window and curl up in the dark and hide.

Thank you...every single solitary one of you...for reading my story and giving me the feedback I so richly desired when writing and posting this story. All of you are invited to keep an eye on my profile page so you'll know when new stories come out (OR you could just go ahead and add me to your Author Alerts). I've got a bunch of one-shots in the works, and my next multi-chapter story called MIRROR, MIRROR will be debuting in a few keep your eyes peeled.

This has been a really great experience for me, and you all took part in making it great. I really appreciate all of you for taking the time out of your day to read my mad ramblings. I hate to say good-bye since it sounds so final, so let me leave you with this...

So long, and thanks for all the fish!

-- 'Hawk --