Wow, so after three years, here are six hundred words :/

Basically, this fic is very near and dear to my heart, but it's been THIS CLOSE to being finished for so long. This work is special to me for a number of reasons, but I truly don't feel that this represents my best writing, anymore-it's been years since I started writing this-and I'm ready to leave it behind. I didn't feel tooooooo bad about leaving it, because that was truly the end point of this fic. Things were resolved. But this was always meant to have an epilogue, which kept me from marking it as complete for so long, and it feels so good to finally do it.

If you're still with this fic, God bless. Seriously, I am the actual worst. I know this isn't too exciting... but what's a Harry Potter Fic without a good 'Nineteen Years Later' epilogue?

Housecleaning: Still don't own anything Harry Potter related. Still not writing for profit. Also, I'm planning on cross posting this to my AO3 account (same pen name) and that's a recently edited version which means nothing but that some silly typos were fixed and a couple of the very worst lines were trimmed. Not hugely different. Still, if you're planning on re-reading or if that's your preferred format, I would recommend checking out that version instead. Also have been writing in present tense for pretty much everything recently, and transitioning back was so hard, hopefully I didn't miss any tense changes.

I hope you enjoy reading the final (for real) ending of this story as much as I enjoyed writing it-if you don't believe that this was always meant to happen, know that I've been carrying around a hand-written next-next-gen family tree for four years in the bottom of a pencil case. So. About one-quarter of that actually made it into this chapter... but it's the thought.

Thank you to everybody who has been so kind to me and this fic-your reviews, follows, favorites, etc. truly touched me and did EVENTUALLY motivate me to get off my ass and grind out the final words to this epic saga.

And of course, I couldn't leave without one final, epic author's note. Thank you all so much for your support.

NINETEEN YEARS LATER

"It's strange to be back here again, isn't it?" Scorpius asked, pushing a trolley through the barrier and stepping onto Platform 9 ¾.

"Scorp," Rose said, "We've been back here every year since Al saw Henry off, and that was three years ago."

"I know," Scorpius admitted. He dropped the trolley handle to take her hand. "But this is where it all started, isn't it? Where I saw you for the first time?"

"Ugh, dad," Leo said, rolling grey eyes, "Honestly, I'm glad I'm leaving again. Disgusting."

"It's true," Risoria piped up from Rose's other side, "They're even worse when you're gone, Leo. That's why I'm so glad I get to go to school this year, too." Her blue-eyed gaze was steady, but Scorpius knew how nervous she was to start school.

"You'll be wonderful, Ri," he assured her, "You have nothing to worry about. And your bother's been for two years already, he'll look out for you. Not to mention all your other cousins."

Leo caught a pointed look from his mother, and said, not insincerely, "You'll be fine. I won't let anything happen."

Scorpius smiled at him.

"Is the sorting very scary?" His daughter whispered. He crouched down to be on level with her.

"Not at all, love." He reached out to smooth a lock of white-blonde hair. "And we don't care a whit what house you're in. Whether it's Gryffindor, like Leo…"

"Even Slytherin, like Grandma and Grandpa Malfoy," Rose added gravely.

"Even Slytherin?" Risoria narrowed her eyes. "What about Hufflepuff?" She asked suspiciously.

Leo snorted. Scorpius and Rose both turned chastising looks on him.

"Even Hufflepuff," Scorpius told her.

"Dad," Leo said, "I see Henry. I'm gonna go get on the train."

"Save your sister a seat," Rose told him, "And yes, you have to."

"Fine," Leo grumbled. He gave each of his parents a perfunctory hug. "See you later. Yes, mum, I'll owl."

"Have a good year, Leo," Rose said, darting in to kiss his cheek. He groaned, and wiped it with the back of his hand. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Leo muttered, and Scorpius watched his red hair disappear into the crowd.

"Tess is over there, too," Rose said gently, motioning to Albus and Elsie down the platform, standing with their own children. Leo suddenly appeared at their side, sidling up to his cousin, Henry, "It's so nice that you're in the same year."

Risoria nodded bravely.

"You can write us every day, if you want," Scorpius told her. "But you'll have friends in no time. Look how many people you already know!"

"I'll be fine," Risoria said determinedly. She squared her tiny jaw.

"We love you," Rose said, sweeping her into a hug, "I told Great-Grandma Weasley to send you some of your favorite treats by owl. They'll be there before you know it."

There was a dark haired boy at the other end of the platform, watching with interest. His younger sister clung to his mother's leg. He wasn't listening to anything his father said to him.

The train gave a last warning whistle.

"I love you, Ri," Scorpius whispered into her ear when he bent down to hug her, himself.

"Love you, daddy," She said, and then took hold of the trolley herself and leaned with all her weight to start it rolling.

Scorpius slung an arm around Rose, and watched her go.

Steam rolled down the platform, and by the time it cleared, Risoria had made it onto the train. Scorpius saw her leaning out of a window halfway down the train, and was surprised to see Leo's red head making an appearance, as well.

He lifted his hand to wave them off, and Rose sighed.

"Can't believe they're off to Hogwart's already," She said, and waved, too.

"Seems like yesterday," Scorpius agreed.

Together, he and Rose watched the Hogwart's Express pull out of the station.