A/N: Follows JK Rowling's original prologue "Nineteen Years Later." I don't give a damn if you hated the prologue from the books, I for one enjoyed it very much and like what she did with all the characters. So if you don't like it, get over it!!! You yell at me I will hunt you down and slice you open in your sleep.

I want to know who this Astoria Greengrass woman is! She was not mentioned in any of the damn books so why is she now suddenly a character and married to Malfoy? In the book, Draco's wife remains nameless, shapeless, colorless, and emotionless. So, I thought I would just create her considering JK Rowling left it pretty damn open to us. I repeat myself, WHO THE FUCK IS ASTORIA GREENGRASS AND WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE COME FROM!!!???

Each chapter title is the name of a song. The songs are as follows:

Prlg: Breath by Breaking Benjamin, Chp 1: Nightmare by Eve 6, Chp 2: Panic Attack by Dream Theater, Chp 3: Stricken by Disturbed, Chp 4: Back Home by Cold, Chp 5: Stab My Back by The All American Rejects, Chp 6: Angels With Dirty Faces by Sum 41, Chp 7: Voodoo by Godsmack, Chp 8: The Kinslayer by Nightwish, Chp 9: Until the Day I Die by Story of the Year, Eplg: Ordinary Day by Great Big Sea

These are all wonderful songs. If you are a rock/metal fan, you will love them (Great Big Sea is a Folk band. They're cool too).

Epilogue--------Ordinary Day

"Hurry up, boys!" Roxanna yelled from the ground floor of the house. "If you don't get down here in the next two minutes, we'll miss the train!"

The last line must have done the trick because there was a loud obnoxious banging from the top floor of the house and an eleven-year-old blonde boy came barreling down the stairs with his school trunk thumping down each stair behind him. His father followed suit, though not as enthusiastic as his young son. They both stopped in their tracks right in front of Roxanna at the foot of the stairs.

Roxanna stood stalk still as she looked over the two in front of her. Draco's hair was ruffled and out of place whiles their son, Scorpius, yes Scorpius; Roxanna had lost the naming fight, had his clothes completely mismatched and on backwards. The ignorant duo obvious had no knowledge of muggle clothes.

The red-head sighed. "Honestly you two." She set her purse down on the carpeted floor and began futzing with her son's disheveled clothes. She removed the ugly vest Draco had pulled over Scorpius's head and then unbuttoned and re-buttoned the collared shirt he was wearing. She looked up at her husband and raised an eyebrow. "You forgot all about muggle clothes, didn't you?"

Draco's hands flew up in the air to exaggerate his defense. "Hey! Don't blame me! I've only worn muggle clothes once and I only own one outfit!"

Roxanna just shook her head and began fixing her son's belt. "And you forgot how to fasten a belt!"

"Well, I think that immediately goes along with forgetting all about muggle clothes, Rox." His voice was suspiciously sarcastic.

She finished fixing Scorpius's jeans and belt then stood up strait and turned to her husband. Their son grabbed his trunk and owl and dragged them to the front door. "I do assume you didn't get your belt fastened either?"

Draco shook his head. "Nope, I'm not even wearing it."

"But you need it!" she protested. "Otherwise your pants will fall down!"

"Roxanna," he began. "I've gotten a bit bigger over the last few years so I don't need the belt anymore."

His wife glared at him disbelievingly but shook it off and picked her purse up again. "Let's go, Scorpius. You don't want to miss the train on your first day."

The little boy's eyes widened with shock and he shook his head, determined to not be late. Draco walked up behind them and grabbed their son's trunk while Roxanna took the owl cage. They climbed into the car in the driveway, Roxanna in the driver's seat seeing as Draco had no idea how to work a car, and the family drove off to King's Cross train station.

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King's Cross was packed. Half an hour early and still, Wizarding families packed platform nine and three quarters. Scorpius jumped nearly three feet in the air when he saw the big scarlet steam engine sitting on the tracks.

"Look mom!" he yelled as he pointed enthusiastically at the Hogwart's Express. Roxanna smiled at her son; he could really act a lot younger than he really was at times. "Dad, can go on it now?"

Draco looked at his wife who nodded before he knelt down in front of his son. "I just have one thing to ask you before you go," he said. Roxanna listened to the two conversing as she scanned the crowd of students and parents in search of her own friends. "What house would you like be sorted into?"

Scorpius seemed to think about it for a second before answering. "It doesn't matter to me, dad," he replied. "But if I had to choose, I'd say Slytherin!" He spoke the last few words with a big smile on his face.

Draco smiled and ruffled his son's hair. "That's my boy!" He stood up as Scorpius ran off with his trunk and owl and boarded the train. He looked at his wife who was staring off in another direction. "What is it?" he asked.

She pointed in the direction she was staring. "Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione are over there," she said.

Draco followed her gaze and saw that, indeed, the four that had helped him rescue Roxanna twelve years earlier were seeing their own children off just as they were. Draco caught Harry's eye and decided that he no longer wanted to stick around much longer. He nodded once in his rival's direction then took Roxanna's hand and began to walk down the side of the train. He thought he would try and find the window Scorpius's compartment was in.

"Do you mind if I ask them if they would like to come over tonight for dinner?" Roxanna asked her husband.

Draco really did not want to see those four in that house again, but they were his wife's friends and he could not just say no to her. He sighed; figured he could at least try and make friends with them, for the tenth time. "Okay, but just for tonight." She smiled before kissing him on the cheek and running back up the side of the train.

The blonde man found his son in a window fifteen feet down the platform from where Roxanna now stood talking with Harry. Raising his hand, he rapped three times on the glass before his son opened the window and poked his head out.

"Hey, dad!" he exclaimed. "I just met this other kid in here and he looks an awful lot like that Harry Potter kid you were always complaining about."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What's his name?"

"Hold on." Scorpius's blonde head disappeared back into the train for a moment before reappearing out the window. "Say's it's Albus, but likes to be called 'Al.'"

Draco was silent for a moment, remembering what Roxanna had said once about her friend's children. Yup, it was Potter's kid alright. The middle child, the one that looked the most like Potter himself. "He looks like Potter because he is a Potter."

Scorpius's smile disappeared in an instant. "What?" he queried. "But he keeps saying that he's afraid of being sorted into Slytherin, dad. Wasn't Harry Potter in Gryffindor?"

His father shrugged. "He was, but no matter what house he's sorted into, make good friends with him, Scorp. You find that when you're older, you begin to regret your hatred towards others."

Scoprius looked confused at his father's words but was unable to ask what he meant when the whistle sounded and the train began to move. Roxanna appeared next to her husband just as Scorpius yelled his goodbye to his parents and the train disappeared around the corner.

"They said they would love to visit us for dinner," Roxanna told Draco.

He smiled. "Well then, I guess we're going to have a long day of cleaning and cooking ahead of us."

The red-head took Draco's arm and the two of them walked back through the barrier to the muggle area of King's Cross. "Looks like it."

A/N: Well there you have it. This is the end. You know what I've realized? I can't write a story, any story, even a romance, without putting some kind of violence in it. I must be a really, REALLY sadistic person...

Anyhoo, I've decided to give up on asking for reviews. I'm just going to put three words at the end of each chapter:

"Review or Die"