A/N: Well guys, we're here. The final chapter of Those Who Dance Within the Flame, the epilogue…The story that took almost three years to come to this point. We've had many long gaps between updates and small rushed fillers. Some things, I know, are still not tied off, so many loose ends still dangling. I've done my best with what little I've had and you all have made it a pleasure to write for you.

Thank you for all of your support – both those who spoke up and those who were silent. This wouldn't have made it this far without you all.

Here is the last update of this story. I give you…The Epilogue.

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Epilogue

Selena moved amongst the students, peering at their potions and offering advice where she could. Snape had left her in charge of the students while he attended to a sudden emergency involving some of his House, but that didn't bother Selena. She was not pushed away from the students and very few gave her trouble or sent dirty looks in her direction.

It had taken awhile but she'd proven to the wizarding community that she was a changed person. True, she still was prone to silent but violent outbursts, but she was no longer one to torture, maim, or kill anyone. She was no longer a Death Eater. She was no longer her father's puppet. She was Selena Weasley. A girl who was married to one of the greatest men in the world and was going to be a mother to the love of her life's child. She'd be better than her birth mother had ever been to her, loving the child with all that she had.

Selena suppressed a sound of pain as she felt her abdomen hurt. The young witch felt something shift and knew what it meant.

"Katia," she said quietly, seeing that the young second year Ravenclaw was finished with her potion. "Could you please go fetch Professor Snape? I will collect your potion for you…and you can enjoy the rest of your day."

The Ravenclaw bowed her head, collecting her things. "All right, Professor."

Selena didn't watch the girl run from the room. She looked around at the other students. "Four minutes," she said, collecting a sample of Katia's potion and then making the rest of it disappear.

Keep calm, Selena told herself as she made her way to the front of the class, scrawling Katia's name on the vial. Just breathe…and hold on.

Another wave of pain hit her, almost stealing her breath away. Selena ground her teeth together and moved around the desk, keeping her back to the students while they scurried to get their potions to the desk. Remembering something that Snape had planned for the next class session, Selena looked at the students once more.

"The homework on the Truth serum controversy is due in two days!" she called after their retreating backs. "No less than five pages at the beginning of class."

Unsure that the message had gotten through to the students, but otherwise preoccupied by keeping her breath steady, Selena erased the chalkboard clear of Snape's elegant handwriting. She felt a film of sweat cover her and the pain shot through her again.

Don't break…don't break…Selena thought, her back stiffening despite the pain. Dammit don't break!

Her breath was coming in rapid, shallow breaths though she tried to slow it down. The young witch heard the whisper of footsteps coming towards the dungeon classroom and knew that Snape was approaching. With a frown, she swiped the back of her hand across her forehead in a bid to brush away the sweat that glistened there.

"Selena," Snape's voice met her ears.

"Did the emergency get cleared up?" she asked, keeping her back to him as one of her hands rested on her rounded stomach.

"Yes…" She could hear the slight hard edge to his tone. "Why did you summon me? To make idle conversation? Selena, I am a very busy man and I do not have time to carry on pointless chitchat."

"Sorry to cut into your schedule, Severus, but one cannot control nature," Selena said quietly, turning just as another spark of pain burst from her stomach. "And definitely not the offspring of a Weasley…"

Snape's eyebrow rose. "Are you saying -?"

"Dammit!" Selena cursed as her underwear grew wet. Her eyes locked on his. "The baby isn't going to wait much longer…"

Snape immediately leaped into action, hurrying over to her and guiding her quickly from the dungeon classroom. He flicked his wand and a Patronus of a doe ran away to tell the Headmistress what was happening. Soft gasps escaped her lips, no matter how hard she tried to keep silent. It seemed to take hours to get up the stairs and onto the main level. McGonagall was waiting at the doors, a stern look on her face.

"Did you…contact George?" Selena asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes," McGonagall said, pushing open one of the doors for Snape to guide Selena through. "He will be at St. Mungo's when you arrive, if not a few minutes later."

Selena nodded and went out into the evening air…

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"Push Selena," one of the doctors said, repeating the same words over and over again to the point that Selena wanted to rip her head off. "I can see his head…just push…"

George felt like the bones in his hand were going to all splinter under the tightening grip of his wife. Her face was red from the effort and tears of pain were streaming down her face with bullets of sweat mixing with them. He wished that he could help ease her pain, but an attempt to get her laughing earlier had resulted in a slur of angry profanities that made his mother cross herself.

"Push…Big push…"

"I'd like to push you off a cliff!" Selena ground out under her breath, glaring at the doctor.

The doctor's eyes showed the smile that her mask concealed. "Almost there…Just one more big push…"

George winced as he felt at least two bones in his hand break. Selena cried out in pain as she did what she was instructed to. The Weasley twin wondered how anyone would want to put a woman through this kind of pain and then…

"Congratulations!" the doctor said, holding up a pink squirming mess of limbs. "It's a boy!"

A nurse came over and held the baby as the doctor cut the umbilical cord, wrapping him in a soft blue blanket. George's eyes were widened in awe as the baby was passed over to him. His hands shook as he held the tiny bundle that he'd created with his wife. The baby's eyes were closed and his mouth was open, spewing out a cry at the bright new surroundings. George smiled down at him, thinking that nothing could be more important in the world than this new family he had.

"Selena," the doctor said, still at the very awkward region of Selena's body. "You're going to have to push again…"

"W-why?" Selena demanded, her breath labored as she glared at the doctor.

"We've got to get the other baby out into the world with his brother," the doctor explained.

"Another one?" Molly asked, bouncing up and down on her toes in excitement.

George's eyes widened in surprise. "Twins?"

Selena's teeth ground together. "Oh great!"

"Now Selena," the doctor began.

"Push!" Selena and George called out in a mocking voice.

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A/N: And here we are…the very end of this tale. Or is it? There is a chance – a small chance – that I'll write some one-shots about 'Lena and George that include their early years together and some in the future. It's a small chance, but it is there.

I'd like to thank you all for supporting me, this story, and its characters. I've had a lot of fun and have made some friends. Your reviews have made me smile, laugh, and roll my eyes (for you flamers). Thank you and I hope to give you more stories to read. Until then…Mischief Managed.