A/N: Obviously I did not invent this magical world of awesomeness. All credit goes to Rowling!

Why aren't the chapter titles one character longer? "The moment I started living inthe moment" looks ridiculous. FF fix this!

Anyway... WELCOME TO THE EPILOGUE!

Thank you guys soooo much for your support and for reading this story the past year. It's been a blast and I cannot express how grateful I am that you read the whole thing. I know that I'm not the most perfect fanfiction writer out there, nor are my stories without grammar mistakes. Just... Just thank you, okay? LET ME HUG YOU! -hugs-

Anyway so this epilogue is told from Maeve's POV and we all know whose kid she is, right?

I hope you enjoy

I love you all,

Kelly

Epilogue

My parents always said that a relationship was a lot of work, but then again so was my mother. They loved telling me how they got together, waiting for me to find a lad to fall in love with.

I, myself, am a fierce believer of independence. I do not need a lad to feel complete. I did not have any mad plans for the future and I certainly hadn't thought about the names for my future children. Whenever I told my parents that though, my mum would scream that she was a hell of a lot independent from my father, to which my father would snort.

Grandpa Harry would often come between them, but I don't think that even he could save Dad now.

"You are NOT naming our cat, James Sirius Potter," my mother said firmly, waving a banana around as I would my wand.

My Dad just held the newest addition to our family to his chest. "Put the banana away, you crazy woman. You're scaring Wan."

"Stop calling him that. He's not a Wan. He's a Lucas."

"You are as delirious as you are beautiful, my dear. But if you do not put the banana away, I'll make sure you won't see another banana until you give birth to that little witch or wizard in your belly."

My mum slowly, almost worshipfully, laid the banana back on the table. She had a thing for bananas and chocolate when she was pregnant. And with that I mean that she stood up and ate a banana, she went to the bathroom while eating a banana and she slept with a bloody banana. Don't even get me started on the chocolate. My mother was deranged, I'm telling you.

Cian came to stand next to me. "Are they at it again?" he asked grinning as he leaned against the door post.

I shrugged. "When aren't they?"

Cian was a year older than me and had all the Potter looks. Black-haired, green-eyed and broad-shouldered, my brother was a force to be reckoned with. I, on the other hand, am a blonde. Something I had to thank my mother for, I was sure. After all there were no blondes in the Potter or Weasley family. So who else could it have come from, huh?

"I don't care what you say, Rosie. I am calling the cat Wan and that's that."

"Why Wan?" mother cried. "We aren't Chinese."

"If we were Chinese I would have called it Wan-Wan."

She threw her hands in the air. "That's ridiculous and ignorant."

"I'm not changing the name, Woodstock."

"That's Mrs Potter to you, son," my mother said, glaring something fierce at my father. "Go live with your stupid cat by yourself then, because I am not calling it Wan."

My Dad rolled his eyes. "You are being ridiculous." He turned to us and gave us a broad smile. "All those in favor of giving Wan another name, now raise your hands or forever hold your silence."

Mum was the only one that raised her hand. She glared at my father, but he only kissed her nose in response. She immediately softened and gave Wan a smile. "Fine," she muttered. "Welcome to our home, Wan."

I shook my head and decided to take my leave. My family was nuts and I couldn't help but be glad that uncle Al wasn't here to shake things up even worse. Troublemaker, that one. I went back to my room and studied my new treasure. We weren't really supposed to snoop around in Dad's stuff, but I had never really been one to follow the rules anyway. I was like uncle Al and uncle Fred in that way, I suppose.

And why would he have aunt Lily's diary anyway? Didn't make any sense whatsoever.

I opened it at a random page and bit my lip as my eyes scanned the parchment briefly. A smile slowly crept on my face as I read on.

Well, well, I thought, seemed like I wasn't the only Potter who didn't care to follow the rules.

I am being incredibly repetitive, but thank you for reading!

I'm going to do a spin off story somewhere in the future, starring Harry's only daughter. I'm not sure about the title yet, but right now it's called The Knave of Hearts. It's just a concept right now though, so I'll need you guys to be patient with me here.

In the mean time I'll continue writing for Barking Mad and if you haven't read it yet, I'd be so honoured if you decide to check it out.

Oh and before I forget to mention this... You might have (or might not have) noticed some similarities with A Cinderella Story in the last chapter. That's not a coincidence. As you all know I've had some issues wrapping this story up and I decided to go back to the roots of the story. This story started because I was watching the movie and got inspired. I decided that it was only appropriate that it ended the way it did.

Hope you all enjoyed, guys!

Kisses and hugs!