A/N: Major spoilers for DH. I didn't really like the ending of the last book much, I felt that something was missing (no mention of Fred, Remus or Tonks for example), so I wrote this. It takes place immediately after the last chapter. I own nothing and all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, and please reivew.

I smile cheerfully as I wrap an arm around Ginny's waist and wave to the crimson train that first took me to Hogwarts all those years ago. I see Albus wave back and James give a slight nod as they go past.

I have no doubt that Albus will be sorted into Gryffindor, the Hat would never be as mean as to put him in Slytherin.

"Do you think he'll be OK?" asks Ginny, who is holding onto Lily's hand.

I nod. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Besides, James will look out for him."

I take a moment to study her expression. I can tell she's thinking of poor Fred. She always does when we're near platform nine and three quarters.

After the Battle of Hogwarts we gave everyone who had lost their life a funeral. Everyone was buried on the grounds. Snape, Fred, Tonks and Remus all next to Dumbledore, where they'll rest forever. George was distraught when he saw Fred's dead body. He still hasn't gotten over it. He says he doesn't blame me for the death of his twin, but I know that deep, deep down he does. And I don't blame him; it's my fault so many lost their lives that night.

I really feel sorry for Teddy. Growing up with no parents, an orphan just like me. I know the pain. He came of age two years ago, a metamorphmagus just like his mother, Tonks. He had green, mid-length hair last time I saw him.

He didn't become a werewolf, like Lupin feared he would. He has, however, inherited his mother's clumsiness.

He and Victoire, an eighteen-year-old witch and daughter of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour, have been seeing each other romantically for several months. Her name means victory, she was born exactly a year after the battle. She's inherited her father's red hair and her mothers deep blue eyes.

I know that Tonks and Lupin would be proud to see what a fine young wizard their son has become.

Draco Malfoy also has a son attending Hogwarts. Scorpius Malfoy is the spitting image of his father when he was his age (the only evidence that suggests he even has a mother are his eyes, which are dark brown instead of light grey). From what I've heard he has the same attitude as well. Like father, like son I guess. Same with James and me. I bet he and Scorpius will have the same relationship Draco and I had when we were young.

When it came down to it, I feared death. Now, in a way I look forward to it, if only to see my friends and family again. My parents, Sirius, Dumbledore and everyone else all gave their lives for me, in the hope that I would vanquish the Dark Lord. At least their deaths were not in vein.

"You worried?" asks Ron, coming over to stand next to me.

I shake my head. "You worried about Rose?"

He smiles. "Truthfully? Yes, but I know she'll be fine. I am worried she'll be in Slytherin though."

"Ronald!" both Hermione and Ginny say, slapping his across the ribs.

"Kidding," he wheezes.

I smile and pick up my daughter, whom I named after my mother in the hope that her spirit will live on. "Let's go to Diagon Alley," I say, turning around and ruffling Lily's red hair. "Butterbeers on me!"