OMG you guys, I am so sad!! Here's the last chapter, the epilouge if you will! It's going to be kinda awesome and it's kinda sad for me to be finishing something that's so long, but it also kinda feels good. I hope that you all have loved this story and I hope that you will continue to love it and that you'll all tell your friends to go online and read this story. It's an amazing story pretty much...at least that's what people keep telling me.
I love you guys and I just want to thank you all so much for being so generous with your time and reading my story. I adore you always and forever and please be sure to check out my newest story: 'Our Bohemian Lover'. It's going to feature everybody's favorite twins and another character of my creation. You'll all love her just like Evie...but she's a bit more quirkier. Just promise me that you'll read!
Please enjoy!
19 Years Later
It had been years since the terror of Voldermort had gripped the nation. If it was possible, the magical world had entered a state of what most called normalcy. It was strange to think that there wasn't some major threat out to kill everybody. It was nice, but it was still very strange. This period of normalcy allowed the Potter siblings and their close friends to flourish in their lives. Harry went to work for the Ministry as an Auror and shortly after married his sweet Ginny. They had three children: James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna. Hermione and Ron finally got married, after years of poking and prodding from Harry and Evie. They had two children, Rose and Hugo. Although Evie couldn't help but question the name Hugo, she decided not to question an already fragile Hermione. Bill and Fleur had a daughter, a lovely girl named Victoire.
And then there was Oliver and Evie…and of course little Ted. Three years after a wedding on the beaches of Italy, just as Oliver had promised, they had their first biological child: a daughter they named Katarina Lilith. Then there came Bianca Rose and Viola Johann…Juliet Constantina, the twins Oliver Fred II and Orlando George, and their eighth child Ophelia Whitney. After years of diligent work, Oliver was given the ultimate promotion: he was made Minister of Magic. He was recorded as the youngest man to have ever been elected, by almost eight years in age difference. Evie also took a job as the first chair violinist for the London Philharmonic Symphony. Along with that, she started composing, but only for fun. They were all very happy and it was clear to anybody who looked at them.
Here it was, another year and it was once again time for the students to return to Hogwarts. The old school friends stood with their children, quickly preparing them for the long train ride. Harry checked his watch, letting out a heavy sigh.
"They're going to be late…again." Hermione shook her head, smoothing down Hugo's hair.
"Are you surprised?" She asked. "That lot is always late."
"They've got eight bloody kids, do you actually expect them to be on time for anything?" Ron asked. "Come on woman, have you lost your fucking mind?" Hermione shot up and smacked him upside the head.
"Don't use that kind of language in front of the children!" She exclaimed under her breath. Ron rubbed his head, rolling his eyes.
"Like they haven't heard me say it before."
"Which is exactly why you need to stop now before they start repeating it at school."
"But Hugo already says it at school." James insisted as Ginny smoothed back his hair. "That's why he got detention for a week last year." Hermione smacked Ron upside the head again.
"See!"
"If I stop cursing then you have to stop hitting me or else they will start getting abusive! You wouldn't want that in school, then we get another letter!" Harry and Ginny watched the two as they went back and forth with raised eyebrows.
"I hope that they have good make up sex." Harry whispered. Ginny gasped, elbowing him in the stomach.
"Don't say stuff like that!" She exclaimed. Harry chuckled.
"Well come on, all that constant fighting they would have been divorced already. The sex has to be good." Ginny shook her head with a small smirk.
"No more talking about this, I don't want to listen about my brother's sex life." She demanded. Obviously Harry didn't take her seriously seeing as she had such a wide smirk on her face.
They all suddenly jumped when they heard a commotion coming from down the way on the platform. They looked to see Evie rushing with all eight of her children running behind her. Both Hermione and Ginny were impressed to see her running so fast in such high heels. She stopped with a huff, throwing back her hair in one swoop.
"Next time I think about using the Ministry's car to drive me somewhere, somebody just shoot me in the face." She muttered before offering her typical greeting to everybody. "Hello everybody, good to see you all again."
"Where the heck have you been?" Ron asked. Evie looked over at him with a smirk.
"Paris you idiot." She responded. "Remember, I told everybody like two months ago that I would be leaving to go on tour? Does that ring a bell?" Ron pursed his lips together, crossing his arms.
"It's possible." Evie shook her head.
"Sometimes I wonder why you married him, Hermione, I seriously do." Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
"It wasn't his good looks, believe me." Evie started laughing and wouldn't let herself stop.
"God you're a bundle of laughs."
"Was Paris as beautiful as we've seen in books?" Ginny asked, letting out a dreamy sigh.
"Ten times as beautiful. You wouldn't believe the people and the places…oh God and the food! I probably gained at least ten pounds at each meal, the food was so freakishly good." Ginny smirked.
"Next time you go somewhere you have to take me with you!" She exclaimed.
"I'll be going to Rome after Christmas, how about we make it a girl's trip?"
"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed. "I haven't had a vacation in months, let's go to Rome!"
"Mom, you can't take Aunt Ginny and Aunt Hermie!" Bianca suddenly spoke up. "Remember? You promised to take dad because you're pregnant again. He won't let you go with anybody else." Evie's heart jumped into her throat as all eyes focused on her.
"Thank you so much for reminding me dear." She said, rustling up her daughter's hair.
"You're pregnant…again?" Ginny asked with her jaw hanging on the floor. Evie slowly nodded.
"Um…yeah…Oliver and I went out for one last shebang the night before I left for Paris and…yeah, skipping all the gruesome details for Ron, I'm pregnant." Ron nodded.
"Thank you for the consideration." He muttered with sarcasm, crossing his arms. Ginny instantly wrapped her arms around Evie.
"Congratulations, my mom's gonna absolutely flip." Evie pulled back with a raised eyebrow.
"Your mom?" Ginny nodded.
"Once again, you've surpassed the number of children she has." Evie laughed. "She thinks that you two are soul mates after you had the twin boys…and she loves you for giving them Fred and George's names for middle names." Evie shrugged her shoulders.
"They looked so much like Fred and George, I couldn't imagine not naming them after the twins, the red hair certainly helped…but I'm starting to run out of Shakespeare names I like. This next one might just have to get a normal name."
"Ophelia is a very normal name…if you're planning on going crazy after having sex when you're sixteen with a British Prince and then committing suicide." Ron said with a snort. Evie rolled her eyes.
"First off, Hamlet was Danish you prick." She said with her eyes narrowed. "If it's a boy I'll be fine, but if it's a girl…" Evie just shook her head to finish her thoughts. Thanks to her own genius, her children were named after her favorite Shakespearean characters, as much as Oliver disliked it. By the time that the twins had come along, he was thrilled to get his name in the mix. After a while, he started to get used to the idea that his children would grow up with automatic sophistication.
Evie pulled at her four oldest, smoothing down their hair and making sure that each had their trunks and various pets. Ted had one of the three family owls while Katarina, Bianca, and Viola had their various cats. There was a black, a white, and a tabby…Evie could never keep them straight for the life of her. Evie got to Ted, smiling up at him. He had gotten so tall in the past few years…and he looked so much like his father. It was almost hard to look at him. Evie just smiled at him and fixed the tie to his school uniform.
"I can't believe that we had to buy you another school uniform…you've grown so tall…" Ted smirked.
"That's what happens when you turn nineteen."
"Your last year of school…oh God Ted…what am I going to do with you?"
"Send me off into the world and hope that I don't fall flat on my face." Evie laughed and shook her head.
"You're sarcastic, just like me…don't act like that around women, especially women that you like, you'll end up getting slapped." Evie hugged him and then kissed him on each cheek.
"Be good, write to me, and please wait at least three months before you get into any trouble." Ted furrowed his brow together.
"Why three months?"
"I don't want to deal with morning sickness and you…it would be far too much." She rustled up his hair before stepping to the side and facing her eldest daughter Katarina, or Kitty as she was so fondly known around the house. "Oh Kitty, your fifth year."
"Mom, please don't call me Kitty. It's Kat now." She insisted. Evie raised an eyebrow.
"When did it become Kat?"
"When I started hating people calling me Kitty."
"I love the name Kitty."
"I'm glad that you do, but I hate it now." Evie held Kitty's face in her hands with a small smirk.
"I'll call you Kat, but you'll always be my little Kitty." She rolled her eyes as Evie hugged her and kissed her cheeks. "Have a good year and remember to write…and for the love of God, please stop wearing so much makeup." Kitty rolled her eyes.
"Mom…"
Bianca held on tightly to her cat as she pushed aside her trunk with her foot. The violin on top teetered and then fell with a loud bang. Both musicians tensed as they watched it roll for a second.
"Sorry." She whispered. Evie shook her head as she picked up the case and set it right side up.
"Don't worry about it sweetheart, no harm done." She said. Out of all her children, Bianca was the only one to take up the violin. A few of her other children had picked up various instruments, but Bianca was the only one to carry on Evie's legacy. When Evie retired, she had ever intention of passing her Brahms violin to Bianca. The young girl had just gotten a new violin, made in Berlin by German monks. "Practice at least once a day and don't play anything silly. Actually try and conquer that Brahms symphony I gave you." Bianca quickly nodded as her mother kissed and hugged her.
"I will, thanks mom." Evie moved to Viola, seeing the absolute sadness on her face.
"Why the long face darling?" She asked. Viola looked up at her, her big green eyes shining with tears.
"Dad promised that he would be here." Evie crouched down, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ears.
"I know he promised sweetheart, but you know that today was his brunch with the Prime Minister…I'm sorry." She hugged her youngest school child, smoothing her hand over her back. "He'll make it up to you." Viola nodded.
"I know…" Evie pulled back and straightened out.
"Okay, siblings say goodbye to siblings and then on the train before it leaves without you!" She exclaimed. The four school aged children hugged their younger brothers and sisters as Evie leaned back against Harry and watched. "This is getting to be too much…" she muttered.
"You've got another one coming." Evie sighed.
"I know…"
"Don't you send those children away without their father saying goodbye to them!" Evie stood on her tip toes to see Oliver quickly making his way through the crowd. Over the years, he had gotten much better at using his cane to walk around. He could move even faster than somebody without a cane. Oliver was instantly surrounded by a swarm of children, all hugging him and pulling at his suit. She shook her head with a small smirk as he slowly approached her.
"You're late." She muttered. Oliver gently kissed her.
"I'm sorry, the Prime Minister wouldn't stop talking."
"He wouldn't stop talking or you wouldn't stop talking?" She asked. Oliver thought for a moment.
"Hmm…a little bit of both…"
"That's what I thought."
Evie watched with a relaxed expression as Oliver said goodbye to the children that would be leaving while the other four hung on his pant legs. The eight of them couldn't get enough attention from their father. Before she knew it, her four oldest children had climbed on the train and she was watching it pull away.
"I can't believe that they're growing up so fast." She whispered to Harry. He slowly nodded.
"When I was their age…well, when we were their age, we were going through a lot more shit." Evie scoffed.
"That's the understatement of the year." She pulled her tweed coat tightly around her, feeling a soft breeze blow past them. Her gaze drew her over to the other side of the platform. Her expression instantly hardened when she saw a stoic Draco standing with his statuesque wife. She nudged Harry, making him look over.
"I heard he's moving to America next summer. Apparently he got a job teaching potions at that new school they're building over there." Evie nodded.
"Probably for the best. I couldn't imagine that he can show his face in many places around here." Evie stared at the man in front of her before he finally looked over at her. He had certainly aged, but he still had that boyish look about him. His eyes had become colder and his expression dead to the world. He looked away from her when his son pulled on his jacket sleeve.
"Is it true what they're saying what you did to his father?" Ron asked from out of the blue. Evie smirked.
"And what exactly did you hear?"
"That you tracked him down in Scotland and cut his…you know what off." Evie giggled.
"Where did you hear that?" She asked.
"It's all over the office." Oliver said as he picked up Ophelia and started to rock her back and forth. "I have to say, I'm curious…and slightly concerned for my own safety." Evie laughed and shook her head.
"Let's just say that I didn't track him down…I had some help from his lovely estranged wife." Ron's jaw dropped.
"…Narcissa…Narcissa Malfoy helped you cut her husband's penis off?"
"Hey, that's her ex husband and she doesn't go by Malfoy anymore. Her name is Narcissa Black and she hates it when people call her Malfoy. And for your information, she is a perfectly lovely woman." Ron nodded.
"Good to know."
"So you're friends with Narcissa Black?" Evie nodded.
"She's a very sweet lady when you get to know her. And we have something in common."
"What's that?" Ginny asked.
"We both despise the men in her life." Harry smirked as his sister threw her hair over her shoulders. Parents slowly started to leave the platform, only to return in a few months to get their children for Christmas break.
"Do you want me to take the kids home?" Oliver asked Evie. She quickly nodded, kissing his cheek.
"Yeah, I've got rehearsal. Would you mind?" Oliver shook his head, returning the kiss on her cheek.
"I'll see you later tonight."
"It's your turn to do dinner!" Evie called after him.
"I know!" He called back. Oliver and the children waved before getting into the Ministry limo and driving away. Ginny also went with them with Lily in tow. That left Harry, Evie, Ron and Hermione standing on the street corner. She glanced around at the other three.
"Anybody up for some coffee?" She asked. There was a unified nod amongst the group and they slowly traveled to some random café. Harry glanced down at Evie.
"Hey…does your scar hurt anymore?" He asked, referring to his left hand. She looked down at her own hand before shaking her head.
"Nope, what about you?" Harry shook his head.
"No, I haven't felt anything since Voldermort died." Evie nodded with a small smirk.
"I'm glad."
Evangeline Cecilia Wood and Harry James Potter would forever go down as the saviors of the magical world. Their scars would remain on their forehead and on their left hand, but they would never hurt them again.
