Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money off of this. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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*PLEASE READ*
This is NOT the epilogue!
Since it's taking me forever to finish it, I thought that I would update with some of the scenes that I deleted from the story. I am currently piecing together the epilogue and am hoping to have the whole story finished by my birthday (July 26). (I'm hoping with the constant helicopters waking me up every morning [I live right by Burr Oak Cemetery…How many people have heard about that? I heard it went around the world…] I'll have lots of extra time finishing this!)
As a side note, I saw Harry Potter: The Exhibition on opening weekend and everyone really has to see it!! It's really amazing!
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Cut after Christmas.
"Do you know who came over a few days before Christmas?"
Eileen looked at her son. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"My father-"
"He what? Tobias came here?"
Severus stared at her. "Dumbledore brought him."
"What in Merlin's name did he want? I'm surprised he hasn't died from alcohol poisoning yet."
"Apparently, he's sober," Severus informed her.
"Codswallop."
"He said that he had to go through rehab-"
"That muggle thing? Do you know how many times I tried to send him there? What in the world changed his mind?"
Severus stared at his mother; he hadn't seen her this angry in a long time.
"He got to choose from jail time or going to a rehabilitation center."
"You talked to him about it?"
"Did I have a choice? He showed up on my doorstep, while Dumbledore invited himself into my house."
"I just imagined that you would have slammed the door in his face," Eileen said simply.
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This was cut from the last chapter (takes place during Spring break).
"Hermione?" Her mother's voice called from the fireplace. "Are you here?"
The sound of quick footsteps was heard running through the hall.
"Mum?" Hermione asked, once she entered the room. "Is there something wrong?"
"Someone needs to speak with you. Can they come through?"
"Sure…Who is it?" Hermione asked, but her mother was already gone and the flames were green.
Suddenly, Tim fell onto the floor holding Aiden; Mrs. Granger following closely behind.
"I can't believe that you can do that!" Tim exclaimed, getting to his feet.
"Hey Hermione!"
"Tim! Is there something wrong?"
He set Aiden down. "Hermione, I think Aiden might be a wizard. He got really upset this morning and blew all of our books off of the bookshelf. Everyone's alright, but it was…It was crazy."
"Severus thought that he might be," Hermione replied. "He was able to use my wand that Christmas."
"What do I do?" Tim asked. "What if something happens while we're out?"
Hermione smiled. "Mum, why don't you take Aiden and see Janie? She should be in her movie room."
Hermione watched the two leave. "This is exciting."
Tim looked confused.
"Now we know that the magic comes from our mothers' side of the family. I've always wondered about that, my research has only gotten me so far. And Aiden will be going to school with Trenton!"
"You're sure that he's a wizard?" Tim inquired.
Hermione nodded. "Muggles can't use wands. Severus and I didn't want to tell you, just incase the wand thing was somehow an accident."
"You and Severus teach at that school, right? You'll be able to watch out for him."
Hermione laughed. "That's still years away, Tim."
He ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm just worried. I don't want Aiden to hurt himself…I have no idea how this stuff works."
"If it helps, they have things that Aiden can wear to help prevent magical outbreaks."
"How does that work?"
"They sell things...Like a shirt that he can wear that will absorb an outburst of magical energy. It's useful when you go out in public. As he gets older, it will get more controlled. Remember Harry?"
Tim nodded.
"He once made glass at the zoo disappear."
"That's not helping any, Hermione."
"As he gets older, it will be less of an outburst and tuned more towards to what he wants."
Tim looked confused. "Like he can get what he wants all of time."
"More like if he wants a cookie and it's out of reach, he can make the cookie levitate to him. Harry used to hate his aunt's haircuts and his hair would grow back overnight."
"Where do they sell those clothes?"
"Diagon Alley," Hermione replied.
"Never heard of it before."
"It's a magical shopping street."
"When can we go to this Degan Alley?"
"Diagon Alley, Tim. We can go now, if you'd like-"
"That's great!"
Hermione smiled. "Just let me tell Severus. He's downstairs playing with his potions."
"Playing with potions?"
"He hates it when I say he 'plays.' According to him, playing is for children, while brewing is for adults."
"Potions is like Chemistry, right?"
Hermione nodded. "Only you can consume most of them. He has an entire laboratory downstairs," Hermione said, leading him out of the room.
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This was also removed from the last chapter. This takes place during the "Quidditch Incident."
"I'm pretty sure that you're all wondering why everyone is gathered here," Dumbledore said, while all of the room's inhabitants exchanged looks. "Oh! Not to worry! This is a good thing," he assured, motioning for a young man to step forwards.
"Hello, my name is Brenden Clairford. My father, Octivus Clairford, recently passed away and for those who don't know, my father was the creator of Chocolate Frogs."
Ron gasped.
"When he passed, he left the company to me. My first step with the company is to modernize the cards. What better way to do that, than to give all of the war heroes a card? My father was always hesitant about giving a young person a card, in case they 'changed their ways.' I wa-" the man stopped and everyone looked at Ron, who looked like he was going to have a fit. "Are you alright?"
Ron nodded.
"Mr. Weasley will be fine," Dumbledore started. "He's an avid Chocolate Frog Card collector."
"Ah," Brenden said. "Our goal is to introduce ten new cards throughout the year. Everyone in this room will be on a card, and I've already spoken with Professor Dumbledore about his new card. The people we have receiving cards are: Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Hermione Snape, Ronald Weasley, Remus Lupin, which should be everyone in the room. We also have an Alastor Moody and a Nymphadora Tonks. We're still debating on the last several candidates for the last card. Any objections?"
"Who'd be crazy to refuse?" Ron exclaimed. "We'll do it!"
Brenden smiled. "Of course, everyone will receive an endorsement as well as a plaque containing their card and its release date. If this goes well, we're going to be releasing ten new cards every year. We've fallen over the wayside the past few years, and with those Magnificent Blunders Cards coming out soon-"
"The what?" Ron asked.
"Magnificent Blunders Cards – Weasley Wizard Wheezes are coming out with cards featuring famous wizarding blunders."
"Are you serious?" Ron asked.
"Oh yes. And Fred and George Weasley and slated for a Chocolate Frog card within the next two years. We're trying to mix famous, familiar faces with historical figures to spark children's' interests again."
"Looks like they're still mad at you," Harry whispered to Ron. "Next time I would tell your family before you run off and get engaged."
"Hopefully, there won't be a next time," Ron replied.
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This scene was taken from the old epilogue, and is currently a part of Over and Over, it felt so Right.
"Janie, all I'm asking for is five minutes," Hermione said.
"I know, Mum," Janie replied.
"Just while I go back to the office-"
"We'll be fine," Janie assured.
"You can't turn your back for one minute on him," Hermione continued. "That goes for the both of you," she added, pointing between Janie and Scott. "Last time someone turned their back for a minute, he pulled Matchbox's tail and he got scratched across the face."
Janie perked up, "Who was it?"
"I'm not telling," Hermione replied.
"Mum, we're fine though," Janie said. "Trust me. We won't let Trenton out of our sight."
Hermione smiled. "Alright. I will be back. If there's any problem at all, feel free to interrupt your father's detention. He's the only one so far all year to give a detention on a Saturday morning," Hermione said and left their quarters.
Janie sat on the couch next to Scott and started a conversation, while Trenton was busy tinkering with his toys on the floor in front of him. A few minutes later, Trenton walked up to Janie.
"Janie, can you fw'ix this fow me?" Trenton asked, holding up a toy to his older sister. "P'ease?"
"Of course," Janie replied and took the offered toy. With a few seconds, she fixed the object and handed it back to her brother.
"T'ank you," he said happily, and bounced away with his toy.
"You're welcome," Janie smiled.
"He knows his manners already?" Scott asked.
"Yeah," Janie answered. "My parents were dead set on making sure he learned them early."
Another minute went by when Trenton grew bored of his toys. Instead, he shifted his attention to watching Janie and Scott talk. Even though he didn't know everything that they were saying and he had no idea what in the world a Plumpton Pass was, the two's expressions were funny. It wasn't until Janie hauled off and smacked Scott did Trenton jump up.
"Janie!" Trenton exclaimed.
Janie's eyes widened as she realized what she had done. Oh crap.
"Janie, you hit 'em!" Trenton said.
"Umm…No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No, I patted him on the arm. See?" Janie asked, patting Scott on the arm.
Trenton's eyes widened, "No! You hit him! I saw. Mum said no hitting."
"You're stuck now," Scott whispered in Janie's ear.
"You see, Trenton," Janie began. "Mum said no hitting people older than you."
Trenton looked mad, "Daddy-"
"Said no kicking people," Janie replied.
"Is Scott owl'da dan you?" Trenton asked.
"Nope," Janie replied.
"G'wandpa Al'bwus is owl'da, you can't hit him."
"Why would I hit him?" Janie asked.
"'Cause I did an' I got in twu'ble," Trenton mumbled.
"You hit Dumbledore?" Scott asked and started to laugh.
Trenton nodded.
"Janie, I love your brother," Scott said.
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This scene is from the current epilogue, but I couldn't fit it in. However, it is still relevant, so make sure you don't forget it! :o)
"Who's over now?" Severus asked, after walking in from his private laboratory.
"No one…Why?"
"Then who is Trenton talking to?"
Hermione suddenly appeared out of their room. "What do you mean, 'talking?' No one is over."
"He is talking to somebody," Severus stated. "He doesn't normally talk out loud when he's playing by himself."
The two fell silent and heard Trenton's voice. Immediately, they had their wands out and Severus nearly mowed Hermione over to get to the room. Once they were there, Severus swung the door open and Trenton dropped his toy.
"Who's in here with you, Trenton?"
Trenton pointed behind them, but when they turned around, nobody was there.
"Trenton, can you tell us who it was?" Hermione asked softly.
He nodded and pointed right behind her. "Right there," Trenton said, as Severus checked his closet.
"Trenton, nobody is—Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed when she turned around and found an object floating in front of her.
Severus looked up and a glowered. "PEEVES!"
The poltergeist cackled.
"What are you doing here?"
"Playing with the wee Snape lad," Peeves replied.
"No you're not," Severus replied.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione-"
"Sshh, Severus."
The poltergeist floated fleetingly. "He's downright rotten to Filch," he spit the last word. "He managed to pull his beard and fall on his fur ball. The other day, that mangy cat ate a piece of his candy and started to choke. I like him…He's going to be great one day."
"Not in that sense," Severus said. "I don't want you around Trenton and I don't want you back here."
Peeves rolled his eyes. "You can't stop me."
"Watch me," Severus said, pulling back out his wand.
Peeves stuck out his tongue. "I'll be back," he said, before zooming off, his laugh echoing throughout the room.
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A/N: Thanks to everyone who keeps reading this story! I'm sorry again for the length of time it took me to update! I really hope to get the chapter all done very soon! Thanks again for reading and reviewing! It's really appreciated!
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