Nineteen Years later.
It had been nineteen great years. Harry had proposed a few days after the Battle of Hogwarts and now we were happily married with three kids.
Albus and James, our sons, had been arguing in the car about albus being in Slytherin. Once we got through the barrier, we started to walk toward our friends when james fell behind. I told Harry to go on.
Mum, what if I am in Slytherin?" Albus asked.
"Albus Severus Potter," I said. "You are named after two of Hogwarts' greatest headmasters. One of them was a Slytherin and he was one of the bravest men I know."
"But just say I am."
"Then Slytherin house will have gained a great young wizard. But if it really matters to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into consideration as well."
"Really?" Albus asked.
"Yes," I nodded. "You ready?"
"Yeah." He said before hugging me good bye. Albus then got on the train as we smiled. James and Albus waved good-bye and soon the Hogwarts Express disappeared in a cloud of steam and smoke.
"They'll be fine," Harry said, squeezing my hand.
"I know," I said, unconsciously rubbing my lightning bolt shaped scar. It hadn't hurt in nineteen years. I know have a family and peaceful life.
Everything was fine.
