Disclaimer: the characters belong to J.K.Rowling.

Epilogue

London, 15 years later

*Platform 7, platform 8, platform 9*

Fourteen years old Morgan Wood was running between the Muggles trying to catch up with her family.

*Where are they?* she wasn't worried yet, but she didn't have a lot of time to waste.

She caught sight of them and slowed down. Her mother was fussing over her brother. She could guess what she was saying: "Don't worry about the sorting! Whatever House you'll be in is all right. Remember the things we taught you and be mindful of the things you have to learn there....." It was the same speech she had received three years earlier. Her father was a step behind her mother, trying to look like he wasn't nervous. He was not doing a very good job at it, but Christian was nervous enough not to notice that.

Young Morgan was so taken by that picture of family bliss that she didn't notice she was driving her trolley in an innocent bystander.

"Sorry, Sir!" she apologised out of habit. "Oh!" she gasped shocked when the stranger turned around. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter!" she stared at his scar, then blushed and tried to avert her eyes from the mark of the curse. "I was just…"

His warm smile stopped her.

"It's all right"

"There you were. The express is leaving in ten minutes" she could hear her mother's voice, but all she could think was Harry Potter.

She stepped out of the Muggles's London and to Platform 9 3/4 with the image of those sad green eyes stamped in her memory. She shook her head and looked for Christian. Between worrying about her little brother and the catching up with her friends, she put Harry Potter on hold. But as soon as she remained alone, his image popped into her head. Without realising, Morgan was experiencing her first crush. But that is another story…

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Hermione had hugged her daughter and watched her disappear through the wall. Her children were on their way to Hogwarts. She was worried and proud and happy, all at once. She felt Oliver's arm around her shoulders and she could hardly keep her heart from bursting. She was happy.

On the platform, she saw Harry Potter.

"Hello, Harry" she hugged her old friend. "I read you were awarded the Order of Merlin, first class. Congratulations!"

Harry smiled, embarrassed.

"You two deserve to be congratulated! You have two great kids"

Oliver grinned, full of pride and shook his hand.

"What are you doing here? Have you accompanied somebody off to Hogwarts?" Oliver asked him.

"Me, actually"

"No!" Hermione exclaimed. "You're the mystery Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year?!"

Not knowing the identity of the DADA teacher until classes started had become somewhat of a tradition at Hogwarts.

"Yeah. Dumbledore finally tricked me into it"

"Then we'll see you in PTA meetings" she smiled. "Off you go or you'll miss the train!" she kissed him on the cheek.

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They looked at Harry going through the wall. Oliver noticed his wife's sadness.

"Maybe you should've taken the job there, too"

"Can you imagine how embarrassing has to be to have your mother teaching you Charms? That's something to let a child scared for life. Are you tired of me or something?"

"Don't even joke about it!" he pouted. "I know how difficult it was to have Morgan away at school, but now that they're both gone…"

"I do miss them, Oliver" she took his arm and walked away from the entrance to platform 9 3/4. "But you know what's the silver lining in this? For the first time in fourteen years we have the house all to ourselves"

"So?" he looked totally clueless. "Ouch. I was joking" he added when Hermione pinched him. "Actually, I have a surprise for you when we get home"

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The romance has never really disappeared from their marriage. In the 15 years together, there had been some moments in which they questioned their choice, but the doubts couldn't ruin the beauty of them. From the front page of the "Daily Prophet" to the pages dedicated to them in "Magic Who's Who" their world had known them together. Hermione and Oliver Wood were the star couple in research and fight against darkness. Nothing had come easy to them. Once every couple of years, something came up and they had to pull together, to protect their way of life.

Luckier than the Potters, Hermione and Oliver were enjoying their life, their children and their friends.

~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~

Maybe in September, I'll tell you what happened in the missing 15 years.