A/N: This is the epilogue of my original book7(Journey to the Battlefront) modified to make a complete oneshot. I thought, in these days of anxieties over the life-chances of our favourite characters, you needed something cheerful to hope about. But reading the whole 31 chapter story could be a load, so here's just the ending, with a few more dialogue and some changes.

Two days after the final battle, they were lazing around in the drawing room at Twelve, Grimauld Place. Ginny was complaining about having to sit for her OWLs next month as she played gobstones with Harry, Ron was reading the Daily Prophet, while Hermione was predictably back to studying.

"Look, Harry, Lucius Malfoy has wormed his way out prison again." Said Ron.

"What?" Harry and Ginny looked up from their game.

"Yeah, its in the paper. Apparently, he has convinced the Ministry that Voldemort hadn't saved him from Azkaban because he was working against him."

"Finally got around to saying his name, have you?" said Hermione in a bored voice, looking up from a very fat book.

"Hermione, what is that? " Ron demanded, "I thought we had destroyed all the horcruxes? What are you researching about now?"

"School work."

"What? You are studying, now? Just two days after our grand victory?"

"Seventh year is NEWT year, Ron. Our whole career depends on this."

"Harry, can you believe her?"

"Well, I can. It's typically Ms. Know-It-All behaviour."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Hermione said, without looking up from her book.

"I will, in a while, Granger. I just stopped to say goodbye."

Harry looked up so quickly all the gobstones dropped to the floor.

"You are going?" he asked.

"Yes, my parents are coming home, as Weasley just said, and I must go."

"What will your father say to you, Malfoy, for what you have done?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know, really. He won't be happy with my joining the Order perhaps, but I am on the dominant side now, and that's what matters to him most. Anyway goodbye. I shall see you on the train on the first of September."

"It feels strange to think of leaving." Hermione said, "This place had been like home for the last year. Neville and Luna have already gone, and I suppose I will pack my bags soon. But I am glad we're going back to school to complete our education."

"Well, I'm just happy they are letting me in after all that I did in sixth year. By the way, Potter, I forgot to tell you, McGonagall said last night I have been made Slytherin Quidditch captain. I hope I play Gryffindor in my first match."

"Why?" Harry laughed, "Do you want to start on a losing note?"

"I shall win, Potter." He drawled.
"You will lose, Malfoy, like always."

"Yeah, right. You keep a parachute handy, Malfoy, in case you slip and fall."

"You better watch your goals, Weasel-king!"

"Boys!" said Hermione, "Can't you just talk of anything apart from quidditch?"

"Like what?" asked Ron, "Books?"

"You should let her read, Weasley." Malfoy sniggered, " Let her learn all the spells she can now, they may come handy when you fall off your broom, or Potter suffers from one of his usual headaches."

"There shall be no more headaches, Malfoy."

"Are you sure, Potter? Because people will never stop pointing at your scar."

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