A/N: There we go! This is the epilogue. Before I leave you to it, just know that I will, I think, go back to Theseus and Rose's story at one point, because their journey is not really over. I'm just waiting for the next movie to come out, to see if I've gone too far astray or not as far as canon is concerned. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rose Granger-Weasley, Newt Scamander or any other character created by J.K. Rowling. My aim is merely to entertain and play around with them a little.

Epilogue: All will be well

Dumbledore did well on his promise, and took leave from Hogwarts at the end of the schoolyear to help the Ministry in its search for Grindelwald. Tina would often see him alongside Travers, and would report anything new to her friends. Rose was content that the Professor whose name her cousin shared was honouring his promise. At any rate, the thin golden scars that still adorned her hand and wrist were proof he had little choice in fulfilling it.

In July 1928, Tina Goldstein moved in with Newton Scamander in his small house. They'd started officially dating a few weeks prior, but the magizoologist had had to be gently nudged by his sister to ask the lovely Auror out, at long last. Rose took Tina's move in as her cue to start looking for a house for herself, which she'd bought with her share of the book's selling. Unsurprisingly, it was as much a success as Newt's first book, and she was stunned to learn that Saint Mungo's considered using it in its Healer training program in yet another change from 'her' History.

On the 10th of the same month, Theseus Scamander was released out of Saint Mungo's after his episodes had dropped to one a month, with promises to check in once every eight weeks to look at his progress.

Rose went to collect him while Newt, Tina, an ever-bulging Queenie and Jacob prepared the house for his arrival, as he'd be staying with his brother for the time-being.

She'd passed through the barrier, bowing at the mannequin she'd seen countless times before, when she stumbled into a young girl wearing black robes with dark hair and blue eyes. A woman, who must have been her mother, was standing nearby, talking animatedly with another.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Rose said, making sure the girl wasn't hurt. "Are you alright?"

The girl's blue eyes met hers, and the pursed lips that Rose usually identified as a Slytherin trait appeared on her youthful face. "I'm fine. But you should look where you are going."

Rose chuckled darkly. Slytherins never failed to be little twats, no matter the era…

She had a retort ready on her lips – one of the kinds that shouldn't be said to a child – when the girl's mother called "Cedrella! Come here, child!" and she froze, surprised beyond measure.

"Cedrella?" she repeated, and the girl looked at her from where she'd already taken a step towards her mother.

"That's my name," she answered haughtily. "Cedrella Black." She turned away, leaving a stunned Rose in her wake.

Well…she'd just 'met' her great-grandmother. How sweet.

Theseus was discharged with many a warning and a collection of vials that Rose held onto and that he had to keep taking for a few weeks more. He wasn't stumbling on his two feet, but had visibly lost some strength in the time he'd spent in a hospital bed. Several months, after all.

Rose held his arm as they walked leisurely through London. He couldn't Apparate yet, not even in a Side-Along, for fear of Splinching, so walking it was.

Coming face to face with a member of her family, albeit one she had never met before, was enlightening to Rose. And Theseus must have felt the gears turning in her head, for he soon questioned her about it. "What are you thinking about?"

She met his grey-green eyes with a small smile he returned. They'd shared several fond looks in those last months, even if they had only been that: fond looks. Maybe she wanted that to change… "I was thinking that I'm never going to go back to 2026. And I'm okay with it."

She looked around her at 1928 London. It had occurred to her a few times before that day that she would, in all probability, never be able to go back to the future she'd grown up in. And it was a good thing, she had realised, because so many things had already been altered that she daren't think how what kind of future she'd find there…

She sighed, focussing back on the present and on her companion. "I'm going to make a life for myself here. I'm going to settle down, stop looking back at what might have been. I'm going to be happy, and," she looked at him once more, "and I'd like to be happy with you."

His eyes widened, and he faltered in his steps, prompting her to stop too. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, feeling braver and bolder than she had since she'd realised she'd fallen for him, "I mean that I'd like for us not to be brother and sister. Not that we've ever been, not really. So, I'd like for you and I to get to know each other better. Because I like you a lot, Theseus Scamander, and not like a sister should."

There was a hint of a wondrous smile on his lips, but he refrained from it, instead contemplating her offer, and staring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. "I…I don't think I like you as a brother should either, Rose." This time he smiled. "I think I've started liking you more after Queenie and Jacob's wedding. So…I'd like to get to know you better as well."

They stared at each other like that, smile on their faces, feeling like teenagers with a crush, but they didn't kiss. After all, this was 1928. First kisses were better reserved for behind closed doors, not buzzing Muggle streets.

Instead, Rose slid her hand down his arm, and linked their fingers together.

Theseus smiled at her, one of those she hadn't seen since Leta was alive, and reminiscing about the brunette made her think in triumph that she'd done it, that she'd helped Theseus love again…

Later, that evening, when she sat down at the small desk in her bedroom in her own house – opposite Newt's, she didn't want to be too far – Rose opened a small notebook, and wrote her own promise to the future:

'In 1926 was born the Darkest Wizard that the world will ever know. His name today is still Tom Riddle, but one day, it'll be Lord Voldemort. I know where he is. I know what will happen if I leave him in that orphanage. I will find him, and take him to a caring family that will show him what love can be.

My Uncle Harry will know his parents. My parents will not have to go on the hunt for the darkest magical object of all. My Uncle George will grow old with his twin brother Fred. Teddy will grow with his parents by his side.

All will be well.'