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My alarm went off at seven thirty.

I yawned, reaching over to turn it off. An arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn't help but smile. "We have to get up eventually," I said into my pillow.

"Why?" Fred mumbled. He pulled me closer to him. "We still got hours."

"And four kids to get ready and you to work," I said. "Besides, they'll be in here in a minute."

"How much you want to bet they'll want to sleep in?"

"Five galleons."

"Deal."

"Give it five seconds . . . three – two – one –"

The door to our room flew open as the two eleven year twin girls ran in, red hair flying, freckles under each dark green eye that was wide with excitement.

"UP!!" Alec shouted, jumping onto the bed. "IT'S SEVEN THIRTY! WE SAID WE'D GET UP AT SEVEN THIRTY!"

"We're going to Hogwarts!" Arielle sang. "We're going to Hogwarts!"

"The day has finally come today!" they sang together. "We're going to Hogwarts!"

"Alright, alright!" Fred said, grabbing the two by their waists and pulling them down. "Buggers, you two just lost me a bet."

I smiled. "Excited?"

"Excited?" Arielle asked if I were crazy.

"Mum, we've only been waiting for this day for this day ever since we were five!" Alec said. "Can we go now?"

"We've still got the others to get ready," I told them. "And you two need breakfast. Why don't you go get ready and check your trunks? By the time you come downstairs, I'll have your breakfast ready."

"Okay," the twins said. They scooted off the bed, running off to their rooms.

Fred sighed. "It's too early in the morning for that much energy."

"Don't even start," I said, grinning. "You were just like them when we were younger."

"And now I'm old and decrepit and I don't have the strength to do anything anymore."

I leaned over, pressing a kiss on his lips. "You're never too old and decrepit for me."

He smirked, his arms moving to snake around my waist again but I stopped him. "Come on, we've still got stuff to do."

He rolled his eyes, throwing back the covers. "I've got Mia if you've got Stanton."

"You only want Mia because she doesn't hit when you wake her up."

"What can I say? The kids got a strong left hook, like his mom."

Climbing out of bed, I headed to the shower. Stanton would take longer to wake while Mia would take longer to get ready. She was pouting because she would always be stuck at the age of ten, never getting a chance at Hogwarts, so I knew I could get away with a quick shower before getting to Stanton. Mia would still be getting ready then.

Nineteen years.

And it had been a blissful nineteen years too, what with Fred still alive.

The seventh book had ended as normal. We still mourned Tonks and Lupin and all the others. Harry had gone on with his plans for the wand and the stone just as normal. And everything was okay.

I lived, I worked. Fred and I married. We had four beautiful children, each with the same bright red hair and dark green eyes: Alec and Arielle, Mia, and my baby boy Stanton the second, who just had his seventh birthday yesterday.

I had been fearful when we feel into the Void after the end of chapter thirty-six because I hadn't known what to do or where to go. But it had been easy enough, to fall into a routine. Hermione encouraged me to go back to school with her for our seventh year so I did. Harry still went on to work as an Auror but he went with Ron, seeing as how Fred was alive and well to help George with the shop. Hermione went onto the Ministry while I went to St. Mungo's to be a sort of child therapist. I helped a lot of kids that came in there, I'd like to think, still tramatized by the war. There was a picture of me, age twenty-one, with a group of kids that I had worked with over the time. Business was still thriving.

Fred asked me to marry him early on, actually, after graduation, but I made him wait. He didn't mind. We still dated, still talked, still loved. He was more than anything I could ever ask for.

No one questioned what happened that day, what saved Fred. They had known he was supposed to die but they were so happy that he was alive now that they could care less how it had happened. Like Fred had said, he hadn't been in the same place as where he stood all those other times, though really he couldn't have moved more than five feet. Some called it a miracle.

I could live with that.

I hopped out of the shower and threw on my favorite pair of jeans and a green sweater, pulling my now way too long hair up into a ponytail. Arielle would say I was trying to look young but how else will I dress. I'm only thirty-six for goodness sakes.

And, according to Fred, this is how old we would all stay for the rest of time, living in the epilogue. Going through the nineteen year void had just been for us to be acquainted into the world now that we were there. Our kids had to be born but the ages they were at this time would be the ages they stayed.

Leaving my room I passed Fred and Mia, who were still talking but it was easy to see that she was finally calming down. She was definitely a daddy's girl.

I walked into Stanton's room and plopped down on his bed. "Wake up, sleepy."

He mumbled, swinging his arm. He opened his eyes when he felt me grab his hand. "Oh, hi mom."

"Do you do that to your dad just to get a rise out of him?" I asked, amused.

He grinned, the same little crooked grin that Fred always gave me when he did something he shouldn't. Lucky for the both of them that it works.

Stanton was quiet by nature, like I had been at that age. He'd find him some good friends, I was sure, or else Lily would wear him out after a while. He adored Lily.

"We've got to get you ready. Your clothes out?"

Moments later, we were both heading down stairs, hand in hand. Stanton sat at the kitchen table with a book while I started breakfast. Arielle and Alec stampeded down the stairs, Alec stopping for a moment to ruffle Stanton's hair. "Where's Mia?"

"Right here," she said, skipping to the table.

"Eat up," I said, glancing at the clock. It was nine-thirty already. "We've got to leave soon. Al, Ari, are your trunks ready?"

"Yep," they both said, smiling.

" Good. FRED!"

There was a clatter. I poked my head out of the kitchen as the trunks bumped down to the floor. Fred appeared just above them. "You scared me, I thought I was in trouble."

"You're worse than Alec," I said, grinning.

"Where do you think he gets it from?" Fred levitated the trunks again, moving towards the front door. He stopped to kiss me. "I'll put these in the car and then I'm off to work. You're sure you can handle the four of them till two?"

"It'll just be Stanton and Mia. We'll be fine."

"See you then." He grinned, going out the door. I was thankful every time I saw that grin.

"Aunt Mar!"

I smiled as Harry, Ginny, Albus, Lily, and James approached me and the kids. Lily ran forward, jumping into my arms.

"You're getting a little big for that, Lily," I told her, though I was smiling.

Albus looked nervous as usual, sad. James grinned at me before moving over to Alec, one of his best friends. It was nice to see them get along. I know James was finally happy to have Alec join him at school.

The two boys hurried through the barricade and I followed after, Lily and Stanton each holding onto my hands as we walked through, Mia in front of us.

Hermione and Ron showed up later, just as always. Mia rushed over to Rose while Hugo came to join Lily.

I couldn't help but gaze around happily at my friends, my family. We had been through so much together. To be here, now, at the end of it was wonderful.

"Look who it is."

I looked towards Draco Malfoy and he gazed back. He nodded curtly as he was supposed to before turning back to his wife and son. And like I was supposed to, I chuckled when Ron mentioned something about Rose getting friendly with Scorpious.

"You make marrying a pureblood sound like a bad thing," I said.

"Well," Ron said, grinning, casting a glance at Hermione, Harry, and me, "I suppose it's not always a bad thing."

I hugged my twins. "Weasley twins already have a reputation for causing trouble and playing pranks. Try not to prove them too right, alright?"

Alec grinned, wrapping his arm around Arielle. "We'll act as if we can't stand each other."

"It won't be much of an act," Arielle said, scooting away from him.

The kids boarded the train and I waved them off. I felt the chapter end, and I turned to the others who were getting ready to leave.

"We still on for morning tea?" Harry asked me.

"Of course," I said, grinning.

I liked the voids better. Always would.

I stood in front of Stanton and Artigan's graves, my hands behind my back. Mia and Stanton the second stood on either side of me. "What was Uncle Stanton like?" Mia asked.

I smiled. "He was – different."

"Like me?" Stanton said. It was rare to hear him talk. But when he did, his voice was always sweet and quiet.

I knelt down. "No . . . you're more like me, I think. Uncle Stanton was different from everybody."

Including himself, if that made sense. But you couldn't explain that to seven-year-old or a ten-year-old.

"Cousin Aerick!"

I looked up at Mia's shout. Aerick strode towards us, his robes billowing in the breeze. He gave each of the kids a hug before looking to me smiling. "Marlow."

"Aerick," I responded, grinning. He hugged me then, a nice warm hug. I laughed. "You've gotten better."

"Had too," he said. "Couldn't have the kids thinking I didn't love them."

For a while we all stood there, staring down at the graves. Looking down I saw Aerick take Stanton's hand in his. I had asked before I named Stanton, wondering if I should name him after his cousin or his uncle. Aerick had insisted on Stanton but because I loved Aerick so much, Art was Stanty's middle name. He had liked that.

My family. I wouldn't let it fall apart again.

I sat at my favorite tea spot, sipping on a warm cup of chamomile tea. I had closed my eyes when I felt him slide into the seat across from me. "Sorry I'm late. You already dropped the kids off at Wheeze's?"

I opened my eyes, smiling at Draco. "Yep. They send their love."

We sat their for afternoon tea, just enjoying each other's company. We were still friends, after all, and it wasn't often that we were able to sit together, just the two of us. I often invited him to dinner at the Weasley's but he wouldn't come.

Today seemed strange though. Draco set his cup down. "Do you ever think about that night? You know, when I kissed you?"

It was a surprise question. I looked at him because I knew he wasn't looking at me. He was still attractive despite the receding hairline. I set my own cup down. "A couple of times, I suppose."

"Do you ever wonder, what if?" he asked.

"What's this about?"

"Nothing. Just something I had been thinking about when I saw you today, you and your kids. They're all beautiful by the way."

"And so is Scorpius. He looks like you."

Draco played with the rim of his cup. "So?"

"I mean, there will always be what ifs, Draco," I said. "But if you spend life always looking at them, you'll regret it."

"I don't regret kissing you."

"Yes well . . . I would regret it if we didn't have the relationship that we have now. Having you as my friend was a life saver when I needed one and I'll never regret that."

Draco smiled. "Is this your way of telling me to move on?"

"You have a beautiful wife, Draco, and a gorgeous son. Don't ever regret them."

"I don't. There's a lot of things I regret in life, too many, and not getting to know you before just because you were in Gryffindor is one of them . . . but I don't regret my son."

"I know." I reached across the table and placed my hand on his. "Tell me about your work."

I found myself in the Library, walking swiftly. Things seemed more organized now, though there were thousands and thousands of doors, each representing a different author. Inside these rooms were shelves and the shelves had the author's books on them, in order by date (the other Keepers and I had decided that this place had been way to clutered and we took care of it). At one end of the hall lay the Pit where the unpublished books continued to fall and at the other was the portal to the Outer World, always under guard. We couldn't have another guy like Voldemort trying to break through it.

I passed a couple of keepers on my way down the hall, smiling. "Hello Alex."

Alex Rider grinned at me, hand on the door to his Author's room. The doors were specially made. Only the Keepers could get in or out . . . other characters could if they were with the Keeper but that wasn't easy. "Marlow. Nice to see you."

Thursday Next was scolding the Chesire Cat. "Clung to my back on the way out," she explained. "Nearly got himself stuck in the door."

I grinned. I wondered if it was easy for her, since she pretty much did this in her books.

Characters roamed the hallways with their Keepers, chatting. I had brought Harry with me once. He had loved it.

Finally, I reached the R's. J.K.'s door was waiting for me and I pushed it open. Inside sat seven characters that I had picked to help me keep watch when I was busy: Dean Thomas One, Ernie Macmillian Two, Ginny Weasley Three, Anthony Goldstein Four, Terry Boot Five, Cho Chang Six, and Draco Malfoy Seven.

I had picked these seven because I knew that out of anyone, they could keep an eye out for me. I trusted them and they were perfect because no one would expect them. Draco eyed me when I walked in "You look good, boss," he said.

Seemed I just couldn't escape them today.

Smiling I sat down in my chair. "So give me the scoop."

Ginny grinned, starting off into a chatter on how Wormtail Three had been complaining about being a rat and if she could possibly have that changed.

I sat and listened. It was like a job really. Things happened, characters or words needed to be added and I fixed it. It was a days work though i only needed to come and check up every other day when i had these seven looking over things for me. But it made the day exciting. . . .

Besides my kids and my husband that is. It was always a joy to get back to them.

So that was a normal day in the life of me and that was a day off. I didn't even have to go to the office today.

It wasn't boring but it wasn't overly exciting either. It was perfect. Calm and satisfying. And I always made it home for dinner with my family.

I liked this, being able to just do what I wanted. It was relaxing.

Mia talked on and on about the rest of her day at the shop with her dad and Uncle George. Where Stanton was quiet, Mia was loud but it was fine. I loved her all the more for it.

Fred reached over and took my hand in his. I smiled up at him.

It wasn't much. But it was life which made it everything. Just to have, to hold it, to know every morning I wake up, I can just live.

This is what I wanted.

All I ever wanted.

A/N: So that's it. I'm really really really sad that it's over but what can you do. Lets see I wanted to give a shout out here to my reviewers. Thank you:

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