Author's Note: I'm glad you liked it, Gecko! Gah.. homework, I swear it's out to get me… anyway. To my readers, this is the end. Any chapters following this will just be like big long author's notes to all the people who will want to read it when I put the complete sign up. I really hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, and thanks for being so great!
Even after 10 years, Harry still couldn't believe that she was gone. For some reason, he felt guilty. He knew he shouldn't say that, but it just kept running through his mind, "You got her pregnant, it's your fault she died during the birth."
Keilantra was 10 now, happy, and healthy. They called her Kiki.
Harry had explained why her mother was gone. Kiki was still young, and though she understood, Harry wasn't sure that she had fully accepted it.
Kiki had already begun to experience the magic that ran through her blood. Being as bright as she was, she had asked questions.
And Harry explained. He told her of Hogwarts, and what a magical place it was, where he and her mother had learned every trick they knew. He told her of the bad things that had happened, and the good things. He told her that not all wizards were good. He told her of the amazing teachers, and the Headmaster.
Kiki was excited, of course.
Ron and Harry had made up long ago.
Ron was married, to some witch named Penny Leavenfeller. She had been a 2nd year when they were in 7th year, and they had had something going then.
Harry was lonely. He felt bad for Kiki. She had no mother, and no close grandparents. Hermione's parents didn't keep in touch.
His aunt and uncle sent him and Kiki a small present for Christmas each year, usually a pair of socks for Harry and a book for Kiki.
Kiki was a pretty regular girl. She loved clothes, liked boys, and played outside a lot. She read books, even the ones Vernon and Petunia sent every year.
Harry knew that she was going to be every bit the genius that Hermione was.
He was sure of it.